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(sizzling)

(phone rings)

- Yeah? WOMAN: Plane's leaving Miami.

Landing at 9am with six keys of Fentanyl.

- ls the meeting confirmed? - Looks like it.

| need confirmation. Lots of strings to pull.

- Yeah. Tell me about it! - (phone rings)

It's them.

Stay cool. It'll all be all right.

(in Polish):

(laughs) Crazy Heaven club, looking for wife.

= You want to join, nun? = Thanks. | got one allreacly. ley, listen.

Why we never go out together, my brother? Why you clicint have good time wiih me?

Hey, listen, the plane's landing at nine.

- $0 you got to solser up, OK? = All good?

Six passengers.

You're a fucking genius, man.

Tomorrow we sit down with him.

Six passengers will get my uncle's attention.

All right. Girls, you tell him to go to bed. OK?

You need to fucking sober up.

Ml pick you up iin two hours, OK? I need you shai.

- | was born sharp, my friend! - (chuckles)

= sharp as a fucking razorl = Yeal, yealn, yeah.

I'm sorry, sweetie. Was | talking too loud?

You should tell him there's no bad words in our house.

You're so right, baby. You're so right.

riey, you know tina Camping trie that we talking aloout bettors?

- The one just me and Mom? - Mm-hm. It's tonight.

- Really? - Yeah.

= You waint to go welke up Mornamy? a VOURSUNEYg

- Yeah, go wake her up! - Mom, wake up!

Mommy! Mommy, wake up!

- We're going camping! - It's happening.

You got 20 minutes.

Keep the lights off.

(wail of distant siren)

(ringing tone)

MAN: Yeah?

Boss, Koslow Is taking us to the Generel in the am.

We're moving iin. || sent you te plain. We veroal approval.

Give me a sec, Wilcox.

How many bodies you got?

11. Four surveillance, seven arrest team.

You did good.

Koslow was your idea.

You'll get credit for this.

(car horn blares)

Concur. You're good to go.

Thank you, boss.

All! right, laches ancl gentlemen, thank you alll for conning.

This is Rysard Klimek.

rils gang, known as Wojtek, ig of the mejor importers

and distributors of Fentanyl,

tine dope sensation anong junkies, allS0) oink or synthetic heroin.

We're going after him.

We have @ Insicle: his too drug runner,

wind will receive the clrugs ane! talke themn| to the General at his factory,

providing all the evidence we need to move in.

Please make a visual note of our sourese,

And when we move in, go easy on him.

I'll hand over to the tactical team leader

ror tine layout of tine meat factory andl final oriet loack.

(water rippling)

- Pete, I'm not gonna need that key. - Hey. Hey. Hey.

You don't open the door to anyone.

- And if I'm not back here by one... - Pete, stop it.

- .leave without me. - | don't want to hear this.

1pm, baby. OK?

You got to promise me.

Tints time toniorrow, we'll be on tine road.

All this will be over.

(wail of siren in near distance)

(door squeaks open)

All right, same as usual.

Iinis is recorcing now ane willl oe recording the whole time.

All your private numbers are in there.

Mother, Cousin Jackie, and Dad - it's me.

ir | neeel to connmunicatte, | will send you WhatsApo messages

using one of these names.

If | call you, don't be surprised. Just answer.

Berore you meet the General, theyll strip you of alll electronics.

This one needs to enter the room.

= Tine wire’s in place. - Today you need to wear mine.

riey, It's may that's gonna get pat clown. wire's in places.

All right, let's test it.

You want to turn around, please?

Of course. Sorry.

(train rumbles past)

Ol, and lif you feel your lite ts tia danger, to smoke a cigarette.

We'll come and get you, OK?

- Might buy you more time. - Yeah, done.

Riley, let's test it. Say something.

Tinese Polacks won't give @ Tuck if | want to smoke a cigarette.

RILEY: Sounds great.

All right. Let's stamp it.

All right, it's June 12th, 2017, at 0500 hours.

This is FBI Special Agent Erica Wilcox.

tollowing recoreling willl be of Co-operatting Witness 1245-Xray-8

regarding case number 9-Alpha-NY145774.

Vine recoreling willl be a consensually-recorded meeting

CWI245-Xraly-3 ane Cusik ane! Rysard Klimek.

(jet engines drown out greeting)

(vehicle horns blare)

JOSZ, Guys, a loft Oovious in thet damned van!

OK, guys, we got to go. Prius moving.

(car horns blare)

(speaks Polish)

(voice in Polish)

(conversation in Polish)

Let's stop att liquor store. | want to buy a bottle for my uncle, OK?

My God, this guy has no clue.

(conversation in Polish continues)

Whitey Fisk.

= Whitey Fisk? You irlin? = Yeah. We did time.

- Trust him? - Yeah, he's a straight guy. Why?

We have a louyer. We're going to Agnieska Bar.

Wait, weit, weit. Wet? What co you mean you got a buyer?

How did you find him?

| checked. He's good.

Fuck!

(message alert)

| reallly waint to my uncle's face we up with cash.

Jesus Christ! My cousin's one annoying bitch!

Hook me up!

You cont want any or rier face is a problem, believe mel

He needs to stick to the plan. He'll fuck everything up.

Are we following to Little Poland?

Guys, there's been a change of plan.

BOSS: Yes?

SOUPGS to take clrugs to a buyer on his way to Klimek.

OK. lif taxes Place, arrest the buyer, narcotics.

Copy that.

We follow to Little Poland.

Guys, we follow. You stay close by.

MAN: Copy that.

Sit here.

I'll take everything you've got, cabron.

= Whatever we've got? - Yeah, that's right. All of tt.

What are we talking about, hm?

You got a half key or a key?

Six.

(laughs)

Motherfucker! Six keys?

You got a lounch of Polacks wallking arouncl witin six fucking keys of Fentanyl?

(he laughs)

| fucking love it. You niggas crazy, man.

| ain't got the cash for six but I'm gonna get that shit, though.

You're not good for six?

No, no, no. I'm good. I'm good for three.

OK, just give nine a couple of hours. ll boring back tine cash. Banal

Huh?

Relax.

I'm cool, Polack.

You look a little nervous.

What, are you the money guy? Mm?

You guys want the fucking money or not?

= Three keys? That's S85KK. - Yeah, | can fucking count.

You got that in two hours?

| guess you mothenuexers cont know who tine fuck | am.

No, | don't Know who you are.

- You did time in Bale Hill? - That's right.

- Whitey Fisk? - Yeah. '05 to '09.

- Ah, | did time in Bale Hill. - Oh, yeah?

Whitey, ine over In Section 3, rloint?

D Section. Right?

They don't got numbers. They got letters over there.

Who else did you do time with?

Fuck you guys. Fine.

All right, just give me half a key.

I'm good for that right now. Fuck it.

= | thought you sailel you wanted! tinree. = Yeah. | want half a key now.

- Whait tthe tuck Is his proolem'? - You didnt answer my question.

= Whien question is that? = Who dlidl you clo time wtih?

Cantrell andl Del Realy. @o fuck yourself.

- Go fuck myself? - That's right.

Del Ray, he was murdered.

Ane Cantrell, he's seratening waills up iin Ulster County Mental,

Wwinien means you picked! two guys we cant check on,

What the fuck are you trying to say?

I'm asking you one more time.

Flow the Tuck Is a Spice junkie gonna raise in two hours?

(phone rings)

Spic junkie, huh? (speaks Spanish)

(speaks Polish)

(sniffs)

(continues in Polish)

You got a nasty fucking mouth, you know that?

You don't even know me, man.

Are you a cop?

Fuck you. I'm no fucking cop.

- Why tthe tuck you saly that, man? = You're a GOP.

GOMEZ: Fuck you.

Pe les lif QUYS tine! OUK Youre @ Gop, youre a men. You understand?

GOMEZ: Stop saying I'm a fucking cop.

= [nats a serous accusation, nomie. = You'll alle, | tell you.

- Where you come tron’? = [mn a drug dealer, you dumb fuck.

But | don't want to go down for being a cop killer.

- How far is rescue? - Five to seven.

Call them. Now.

Moving in, guys. Yeah, now.

Put your money back.

Put your fucking money in your pocket.

rPucK It. You guys con't want nny money. Fuck you, tien.

You got one chance.

Ane! linn gonna give It to you IMRAREWASCCOMGS?

You fucking understand me?

Get the tuck out of lnere. Can you believe this fucking guy?

- You waste my time again... - Whoa.

- I'll fucking kill you. - Don't fucking touch me. Hey!

= | salcl get tine fuck out of here! = Don't you fuck... Fuck youl Fuck youl

Waste my time again, rn gonna fucking kill youl

Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

All right?

Yo! Freeze!

Put your fucking hands up!

Hands where | can see them. NYPD.

Chill the fuck out. You too, motherfucker.

- I'm wired, you fuck! - What?

What the fuck?

Woo-hoo! Burrito on the floor!

- (two gunshots) - Oh, for fuck...

You don't fucking kill cops in New York!

Get some garbage bags.

- Come on! - (voice in Polish)

- We need to clean this shit. - (man laughs)

(man continues in Polish)

| got to smoke a cigarette.

Call off rescue. Let's make this fucking car disappear.

SO's two minutes away.

- You're smoking now? - A cop just got killed.

- Call them off. - Calling it off, guys.

(alarm wails nearby)

(squeal of tyres)

What the fuck are you doing here, man?

(wail of siren in near distance)

Come on. | need you inside.

(voices in Polish)

(pounding music in background)

(speaks Polish)

(voices in background)

Piotr.

(man cries out in background)

(thuds and cries of pain)

- OK. - (double pat)

(man sobs)

(speaks Polish)

(man groans)

(he grunts)

When elie you uncderstainel buyer Was 2 cop?

Early in the conversation.

| trougint Ine @ POOKIC WiNO got into more than he could hanelle.

| felt he might take advantage if | gave him an exit.

You tthougiat loy Kicking ané pushing hin to the ground,

ne woulld take acivantage of such pollite

| WING to avoid a lolgger problenn for Wojtek.

An NYPD cop just got killed in New York.

Do you know what that means, Piotr?

Bad business.

Tiney willl shut clown alll illlegell activities until they tind thelr cop killer.

Now, Stazak coesn't have cocuments because Stazek doesnt exist,

But you?

NYPD will come for you.

The best drug runner in Wojtek.

Oh, Piotr.

This is bad business for me.

- I'm sorry, Mr Klimek. - Oh, no, don't be sorry.

That feeling doesn't take us anywhere.

We talking aloout lousiness lnere. Please, sit clown.

Stazek tells me tnatt tne cop pointing gun in your face. Correct?

So, Stazek saved your life.

You now owe the price of your life to Wojtek.

How much is your life worth?

| don't know.

Two words.

Closed market.

Bale Hill is a holding unit.

It sends prisoners all over the state.

A hub.

We control the product inside the Hill,

we control tne supply to prisons alll over New York.

You did four years at Bale Hill, right?

‘SO, lif anyone can get drugs insicle, that's... tat's you.

You want me to control the supply inside?

| mean, how would | do that?

Oh, you're a resourceful man.

Witn Fentanyl, we can lave tens of thousands On Our product.

They will work off their debts to Wojtek,

hot only in prison lout ainenvarcds on tine sirect.

| will own a fucking army!

(gulps and sighs)

You will break your parole.

My lawyers willl convince tine judge to youl to Balle Iriill.

With good! loehaviour, you'll in five years max.

And our debt will be extinguished.

My life ain't worth that much.

riow much are tine lives of your wire and daughter worth to you?

We found them, driving around your house.

So frightened.

Suitcase filled with clothes.

You informed them what happened at Agnieska.

| just told them to get out of the house.

Where were they?

Outside.

Waiting for you.

Oh, don't worry.

Sofia and Anna will be OK while you're inside.

Now.

Fuck off!

(ringing tone)

WILCOX: You sate? = You guys leit ne tin the fucking lurch.

You Supposed to take US clirectly tro General.

| can't call those shots.

I'm only a soldier, | do what I'm told. Understand?

Only a soldier? You just brought in six keys for them.

It would've raised suspicion. Tihey woule"ve stripped me naked.

Meet me tonight anc nove we can salvage something, othenuise

four years of lharrel just went fucking drain.

What the fuck you talking about?

Oh, you fucking...

GIRL: Anna, do you want to come and play?

= Do you want to go play wittn Nine? = Look, sweetie...

She's fine. Don't. Now.

GIRL: | can see you.

- Hi, Nina! You want to play? - Yeah.

- Go ahead. - Come on.

- Go to the back yard. - (front door shuts)

Why didn't you do what | told you?

Just one second.

Why didn't you fucking leave?

= Pete, you've lalood alll over you. 2 my question.

Why didn't you protect Anna?

| want to know what's going on.

- Why didn't you protect Anna? - I'm sorry.

| don't want to hear fucking sorry.

You Supposed tto take Anna awely. ‘om.

Think they'd have a problem killing both of you?

Don't talk to me like that! We tried!

We fucking tried!

We kept driving around tine lolock' hoping you'd oe back!

Fucking...

Come on.

(speaks Polish)

(whooping)

(siren wails in distance)

(communications over police radio)

Driver's licence. It says Carlos Harrera.

His real name was Daniel Gomez.

= Who tthe tuck are you? ; Edward Grens, Organised Grime.

He was one of mine.

What happened here?

Ke SUpoOSEd to oS a llow-level louly a street tio.

They cut his throat, pulled out his tongue.

They knew Ine @ GOP. What clicl you say his name was?

- Hey! - Hey.

Thanks tor taking me here. ligSES ONTO MAN CLOM OUR

Yeah. Dig in.

: reall Mogwai meat tin these? - Shut up and eat, oir.

- Homicide talk about anything? - Like what?

| think Daniel's connection was Polish.

Entire NYPD force on this man hunt.

You don't consider sharing this little fucking detail?

I Got to ial ostiore they get spooked by the stanpecie.

You heard of Rysard Klimek, AKA The General?

Polish crime boss, right?

Came over fron Polane after serving 20 years

in some shit-hole Eastern European dungeon.

Now he's moving pieces all over the board.

You think he had something to do with Daniel?

Gomez Killlee! im tints oar in Little Poland.

it's inmpossilole to NS OWNEFs. The streets link it to The General,

Seeminxeanmeras the street Gomez entering at 11:09.

Then, at 11:27, this guy pops out.

Look ait nis loocly language. ‘This is a man wine's just cone load.

- What do you need? - Your badge.

- [Ais coming after me. - Christ. Eddie...

| sent him in when he wasn't ready.

This is on me.

riold on a second. Weatteh my sib. That girl over there Daniel's source.

Shit!

Shit! Help, help, help!

Il give anyone $20 who stoas puta leliine mel

- Help me out, help me out! - Move! Move!

NYPD! Get the fuck back!

Get back, motherfucker!

= Tell me wnat happened to Daniel =| don't nothing, OK?

(raised voices)

..got Gomez killed, tell me who...

- Like I hac something to do witin it] = | your parents.

Grens, want to talk to me for a second?

Hey, Ed. Hey, Eddie. You want to talk to me outside?

Ed? Outside? Please, right now, Ed.

You're gonna be down.

What are you coing? You waint tto gett notheriuckers?

= Well, tints bitten better talk, - You are scaring tihe shit out of ier.

You want to calm down.

You want to loe professional and let me co this, alll right?

- Do what you got to do. - You stay here.

riey, honey, YOu waint tto SCOOCMONME MOMS C CONGO AS CY,

Stazek carved him up like that?

You think I'd fucking do that?

Inn just trying to tinel a professional way to say this.

- Say what? - You're fucked, Koslow.

- Wait, who the fuck is he? - He's my boss.

We tried tio close on General andl loury this whole ress.

But Washington laloelled the weealk and took the embassy talole.

Wittn alll clue juek you talking aloout taking the embassy talole?

You just waticned me smuggle a cozen keys through Polish clolomettic pouches.

Tine deal to give you evidence to inclict The General,

which | have fucking over-delivered at this point.

Erica, I've done my part.

| want out.

Agent Wilcox rere has a plan to keep your status allive.

You should listen to her and hope | like it,

cos in my book you're old news, my friend.

Pete, | think there's a way out of this.

We go along with The General's plan.

=Vvicience or rentanyl being metnociicallly distributed inside a orison

buries Rysard Klimek for good.

And if that happens, you're a free man.

What the fuck you talking about?

Going back to prison?

. never part of tine plan. - Where's the part of the plan

winere you lbecome an accessory to tine murcer of an undercover policeman?

riow aim | an accessory winen | tried! to help hin? It's alll on the tape.

And you guys put me there.

If | inform the NYPD that I'm working with a witness

to Officer Daniel Gomez's murder,

you will be exposed.

if you're exposed, ‘The General's falls apart.

If | say no?

Prosecutor willl have you tne remaining 12 years of your sentence

and then tack on whatever the NYPD pins on you.

Some fucking bullshit.

| tried to help him.

You're a convicted felon

win present one of their own nearly beheaded.

You should think of your family, Pete.

Once you're in charge like The General wants,

you just loutiid a list of alll imate anc COs distributing for hin.

Every one's a potential nail to crucify that of a loltteh.

| need to know you're in.

Yeah, let me guess, if | fuck up in Bale Hill, I'm alone, right?

Don't fuck up.

(car engine starts)

Once you're in charge like The General wants,

you just build a list or alll the inmates and COs distributing for him.

Every @ potential nail to Gruaiiy that son of @ bitch.

| need to know you're in.

Yeain, let me guess, ir | muek up iin Fill, tim alone, right?

Don't fuck up.

CAT: Yeah.

Thank you.

All right. Thank you.

Yeah. Thank you. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

OK. Got a couple of hits on the names.

First a Pole. Street name Stazek.

Real name unknown. Whereabouts unknown.

Uniorunately that's it on Ini. ri probally recently imported.

= Well, wnat alooutt American? = This is it ets interesting.

Peter Koslow. He's uh...

- What? - Complex.

Born here. Parents emigrated from Poland.

Gulf War vet. Sniper.

Served an additional four tours in Iraq.

NECASMIMECICANNSIORA posiiraumaitic disoreler.

Crashed ane lurned a few years ago. Manslauginter.

Got 20 years tor killing a guy in a bar fight. it's weird).

Weird how?

Well, the file looks like it's been redacted.

Paroed irom Balle hill aner tour, peneling full investigation of evidence.

Doesn't add up, though.

Who could fuck with his jacket like that?

Feds is my guess.

Can you dig into this Fed angle?

You cant tucking poke arouine tine Feds like of your junkie hookers, Grens.

| think this is the guy who shot Daniel.

You said Balle Iriill, right? Balle iil part of Daniel's cover story.

rie like! it because lnis ole man served time there.

But that was years ago.

i this Quy Was tiresin Ine coullel've trloped Kiel up on sonnetining.

Let me see what | can do.

Sint Goigal date with my sweetheart.

Waitt, this guy you're running to, is it somebody special?

Are you jealous?

In just hoping lis name ain't fucking Logan, or Chad, or Brett

Laila. Her name is Laila.

Laila?

- Cait, why clicin’t you tell me that? = (she laughs)

Lai... Yo!

| Snoullel come wittin you ane! Laila. Yall want a chaperone?

(dogs bark in background)

- Whait are you doing here? - We have to talk. Important stuti.

Don't Come KNOGXINg at my TuckiING coor. Go to the garage.

(groans)

All night awake. Fuck!

What happened?

We had to clo some sweeping. Guy you clic! time witin.

- Whitey? - Yeah, Whitey.

We found him 30 minutes ago.

Why don't you fucking listen to me?

| tolel you tine cop just used lhis name. He's a straight guy.

You can complain to my uncle. le wants to yOu.

- Your wife a good cook? - Why?

I's an old traciition = you tinvitte hore orison.

Use a little of this to break your parole.

The rest enters Bale Hill.

Yeah, | still got to figure out a way.

Figure it out fast, Piotr.

A detective is sniffing around Little Poland.

Monday, you need to be inside.

Kalasn tolel me you went out last nigint, motnentucker.

- Where alicl you go? = That's none of your fucking business.

Come on. | want to know, where did you go?

My wife's next door.

You have kurwa?

She a good fuck?

Who is she?

Come on, tell me. You mind if | bang her while you're inside?

You touch any of my things when I'm inside

and I'll carve your fucking eyes out.

(door shuts, another one opens)

When?

Tomorrow? In a month?

When?

Two days.

If you go back inside, you'll never get out.

You know that, do you?

You happy to spend the day with Daddy?

Mm-hm.

What are you doing?

You that clown there? That's wihnere [ll be going on ny business trip.

But | don't want you to go.

| know, sweetie, lout wieit ir | tole you this was the last time?

(message alert)

Gotta go.

WILCOX: New warcen'’s nanne is James Leinart, He's been briefed.

You give him the list, he'll put you in solitary.

In 24 Inours, tne Appellate Court Jucge will put you on the sirects.

Daddy, you're too loud. Can't hear my movie.

| Know. I'm sorry, sweetie.

Here, just watch a movie.

Sota and Anna will oe in an IFS] saiie house

before Klimek even knows what happened.

You have my absolute word on that.

Look, I... I'm gonna need three favours.

rirst, | need a major cirugs sweep daly l get there,

to dry up the competition.

second, have Warcen Leinart put me on programme Post Detail.

And third, in six days...

..COurler beautirul yellow wonders

to Deputy Superintencent Rasneeda Johnson, compliments of the Bureau.

So the prison receives them on Founders' Day

= Wiltin a Government sail on tine package. = | can't do this, Pete.

You know, lif tre Prosecutor tines ourt that | heloed people get high,

he'll destroy me, you and the case.

You got to fucking help me out here.

| can't do it.

It won't come through if it don't come from you guys.

All right.

riave Leinart assign me to and yare maintenance.

That I'll do. The drugs sweep I'll also do.

But the rest, you're on your own.

How's Sofia holding up?

Just fucking great.

(phone buzzes)

- I'm sorry, | got to take this. - Yeah.

One second, boss.

| got to go.

You'll be fine.

(engine starts)

(other car drives off)

(starts engine)

(chatter in Polish and laughter)

Piotr!

Pete, you should nave told ne We friends corning tonight.

They lorougint me so many presents to Keep ime comifortalole while you're awaly.

You have such an adorable wife, Piotr.

- Beata. Nice to meet you. = Pleased tto mest you.

We should get this little creature in bed, then we can celebrate.

Let's go. | will help.

- It's OK, | got it. - No, no, no, please.

Piotr, | insist.

After you.

| don't have kids, Piotr. | regret it.

Must be wonderful.

It is.

Beata wants them, but I'm afraid.

| would! sutiter too much if something happened to them.

Imagine someone hurts them.

In the honour of loravery or Pete, SKCOUTAGECOUSRIVITES

nere Is a Polish song entitled | Used To Be A IRose.

It talks about the love we give to our partners.

Na zdrowie.

- Na zdrowie. - Na zdrowie.

(Beata sings in Polish)

(continues singing in Polish)

Yeah. You need more reason to dig?

The General just left the Koslow residence.

(children laughing)

- You want to go to the zoo or not? - Let's go to the zoo. Come on!

- We'll be back in a couple of hours. - OK.

- Be a good girl, OK? - Be good!

- You know Daclely loves you mucin. = | know.

- Can | go now? - | know, right.

- Anna, come on! - Pete... Pete, come on.

- Let's go, Anna. - Give me a kiss!

- See you later, guys. - Bye.

- Bye. - Have fun!

Send me photos!

(car engine starts)

Those kids with the drone.

Better call them today.

Pete, don't worry. | don't want you to worry.

I'll take care of it.

- You still got the key? - It's right here.

It's gonna be fine.

911. What's your emergency?

Please! | need! nel! My husband's going crazyi

He wants to kill me! Please send someone fast!

(smashing crowns out response)

Ma'am? All right.

= Do you have any echilleiren lin the house? = Please send someone fastl

(smashing stops)

(baseball bat clatters to the floor)

(siren approaching)

Second time round, huh?

| want you to stand right there for me.

Oh, what language is that?

| con't know. | érunk winen || lid itt (COU RE MIMESCHOMSONNELININOR

Not going to tell me, huh?

OK, now show me your arms.

- Are you affiliated? - He is.

Wasi ne became a courier on loshalt of the Poles.

True. Gave you the white shirt, Slewitt.

- His bed been assigned? - Not yet.

| got this.

Welcome back, Koslow.

Let ‘em know he's here. Follow me.

(shouting and jeering)

Stand right there.

(shouting and jeering continues)

OK.

INMATE: | see ya.

| see ya, boy.

(buzzer)

(jeering continues)

(buzzer)

(prisoners jeer and call out)

riey, YOU In my pen, You me talking to you. Don't walk away fron ne.

- Morning. - Morning, boss.

Morning, gentlemen.

- (man whistles) - One time, one time.

Wake up, sleepyhead!

Hey, big man!

Carlos.

Yo, fellas!

Looks like we got us a new white boy.

= What up, Slewit? = Smiley, this is Koslow. Your new celly.

- Try to make him feel at home. - Hey, what? What?

Hey, don't be scared. They'll be gentle.

Won't you, boys?

The prodigal son returns.

| need two extra beds.

You and you, roll it up.

t's your luexy cay, cliexineads, you're moving into South.

Eacn ane! every business that takes place under of this facility

runs through me.

- Comply or | crucify you. - (double pat)

- Get back to your block. - Yes, sir.

(exchange in Polish)

(dog panting)

Rise and shine, ladies!

(whistle and shouting)

Backs against the wall!

(shouting continues)

It's time to get the fuck up!

Name?

Koslow, P.

Pervious term you kept yourself busy.

Roofing, HVAC maintenance.

We should get you on a programme, Mr Koslow,

I'd appreciate that, Warden.

Name?

That guy.

- This guy. - Arms up. Legs spread.

Next.

You.

- This dumb fuck. - Legs spread.

(basketball players yell out)

i ihey've swept tine whole place, kumpel.

Bone dry.

Tinat'’s a lucky lorealk tor us. Product will be here soon.

(speaks Polish)

Hand under table.

(message alert)

- Who? - K-O-S-L-O-W.

Comma, Peter.

- I'm sorry, | don't... - Oh, don't apologise.

Me, I'ia ole! senool = 4 “KNOGK On coors, get right im your face” tyoe of Gop.

Wilcox, we got to go.

I'm sorry. You are?

Detective Edward Grens from the NYPD.

- Everything good? - Yeah.

We're just having a conversation aloout somebody nanued Peter Koslow.

Decorated vet,

dlriver-slasn-Security for the Polish consulate.

rasthracxed on wnat smells like a bogus parole violation back into Balle itll.

The same prison ine Serving 20 years for nurder

before somebody pulled him out

pending the investigation of new evidence.

Anywaly, ll Wwaintt to Ixinow why your suborciinatte's nanne

Keeps POPPING Up around this aclnnittedly suspicious motheriucking fille.

I'm Sure that Agent Wileox's name UO on a number of files, Detective.

You should check with the DEA.

They just sent me here.

Look, ttf I Involvee! in the kine! of pro-active operation

Ktnat you are suggesting, || woulldl loe intimetely acquainted with ull...

Peter...what was his name again?

- Koslow. - Koslow.

Our organisations mey not see eye-to-eye, Detective.

But we leave extencec you every oroessional courtesy we can.

Tinere's Koslow. Right (Cone vawasnalllec

That Prius screaming "We're the Fal, that's you alll leaving Scene.

Ane Inere, even tihougi this picture may be hare to real,

tiie IOOKES muen like you, Agent Willcox,

driving away from the crime scene.

You want to pitch your field office against

tine lolggest police cleparinent in tne world, let's do itt.

We love us a good fight.

Have a good day.

(thunder crashes, rain pattering)

(whirring)

(sniffs)

What perfume you wear?

It smells expensive.

All right, let's get this shit cleaned up.

(clanging)

- (clanging continues) CO: Clean that shit up.

GRENS: It must be tough on you.

- We'll get through it. - Like you did the last time.

| checked the old visitor logs at Bale Hill.

You ane Anna never hissed a visitor's daly.

That's how you kept him strong, huh?

You let him see how much he had to lose.

- What do you want? - Someone killed a friend of mine.

| used to think your Ihustoanel elie tt Burt now Inn not so sure.

This FBI thing has got me thinking otherwise.

Look, I'm here to help your husband.

But you got to give me something to work wit.

You know, ifive years ago, we walked into a lar,

looking for a jumpstart for our car.

Some bikers inside started making comments about me,

so Pete asked them to stop.

And then he was fighting three of them.

‘That nigint, | went tironn leing of a great father,

and a loving nusoanel, to the wie of a convict killer.

And since then,

every time someone tells us they want to help,

they end up doing the exact opposite.

So, unless you want to buy something,

with all due respect to you and the NYPD,

get the fuck out of my store.

I'm not like all the others, Mrs Koslow.

| hope you don't learn that the hard way.

Stay safe out here.

(overlapping voices)

And here we go.

Over here!

- Box out. Box out. - | got it. | got it. | got it.

(men cheer)

Let him through.

GRENS: Knicks hardly get that exciting, huh?

Who's this?

Motherfucker, I'm the Hangman.

And | just put a tight noose around your neck.

In a few hours, you're gonna be alone on this yard.

It will be the scariest moment of your life.

Your only way out is that man in front of you.

His name is Vermin.

When youre reachy to tallx aloourt Gomez's murcar;

tell Vermin to call the Hangman.

Here | am, dead man.

Present and fucking accounted for.

We need to talk. | got a fucking present for you.

Why you selling fucking product on my patch?

To get your attention.

You have itt. Burt | con't trink it's something you want.

- Slewitt! - Agh!

That's for not respecting the system.

That's for not following my rules.

(choking)

Midas! Micas! Micas, listen, li Ste liSteMaRleasermliste nn!

You got to listen to me! I'm here to take out The General.

And his... And his Bale Hill distribution chain.

| need all the names. | need all the names.

I'll take them down. I'll fucking help you.

Make it look like it's a suicide.

Clean up after you've done.

(chokes and splutters)

Aline Is Innporting six keys of Fentanyl per week.

What are those names for?

(choking)

What are those names for?

I'm a... I'm a snitch.

I'm a snitch.

Lay him down.

(groans and coughs)

It's their fault, then.

(moans)

(coughs)

Hey, you all right, dead man?

You're a snitch?

| mace a cleall wittn tine Feds to take cown The General.

You're on top now.

But The General's coming for you harder than ever.

if You Give tne tinait list, I'l oury that Polish cocksucker.

That's all.

So what's it gonna be?

If you're alive in three hours...

.. you'll fucking know my answer.

(overlapping voices)

You can wait here.

Grens went to Bale Hill.

Shit.

I'm sure Leinart blocked him.

rié did, out t's only a mettter or time Ine gets to Koslow.

ries already got Washington on tine fucking phone,

asking me why a NYPD cop is trying to subpoena a fille

on an FBI informant who shouldn't exist.

Look, we just need to stall a few days.

Koslow Is SO Gloss to delivering, anc then ft won't matter,

What? What are you thinking?

- Burn him. - No.

He has a family. | mean, you can't make this call.

Bureau can't atiiord the luaury of your precious feelings right now.

We looked him in the eyes. We made him guarantees.

You took a convicted killer out of prison,

ran hina oti and! stuek [niin in a a COD murdered.

ir you con't see how itihis fs aloout to blow tihe fuck up,

and tear you apart with it,

you're not the agent | thought you were.

How fucking dare you?

| operating uncer your authority.

You will not throw me uneler tine tucking ous if | dont ourn an innocent man.

| don't have to throw you under the bus.

| didn't know anything about this operation.

You Wrying to impress a superior anc] youl went too far.

We'll make an example of you.

You will serve jail time. | guarantee it.

You know, | started on this floor 23 years ago.

My desk was right there.

Burn him.

It's an order.

(light snoring)

(inmate coughs)

| had you, white boy.

Smiley Pnelps was rignt bahlind you.

Like a nigga-inja.

(he chuckles)

(buzzer)

Hey, Warden. | want to shake your hand.

= Come on, leave the Wareen alone. = No, no, it's OK.

| Just want to thank you ane! congratulate you for running this place the right wary.

(quieter): I'm now requesting solitary.

| can't do that, Pete.

You leave me out here, I'm a fucking dead man.

I'm sorry, Pete. They were very clear.

Wino clear? \Look, this wasn't tne cleall. Just get Willcox here right now.

- Escort the inmate back to his block. - Yes, sir.

Leinart! Leinart! Come back here!

Come on.

Time is up.

Come on, guys. Get off the phones.

Next in line. Six minutes.

(phone rings)

Wilcox.

It's me.

It's me.

You get it? | drew you the picture.

Why aren't you saying anything?

| clic! winatt you tole! me. | crew tine picture. And now | need to show iit to you.

| need to show it to you right now.

You promised you'd come see it.

You fucking promised.

Are you there?

Hello?

- Hello? Hello? - (line goes dead)

Hey, how much time | got?

Two minutes and 15 seconds.

(phone rings)

- Hello? - It's me.

Pete?

Are you OK?

The key. You got to use it right now.

Why?

They fucked me. (sighs)

- I'm not getting out of this. - No. No.

Just shut up. You listen to me.

There is a detective. He... He asked about the dead cop.

He knows about the FBI.

OK? You don't fucking give up now!

OK. All right. Give him the tapes.

Tell him there's information about Gomez. He'll know what to do.

But you got to make him promise to protect you too.

You got to do it now. You and Anna ain't safe.

You got to get out of the house right now.

OK, babe? You got to get out of the rigint nows. M2.

Promise me, right now, OK?

- Now. - | promise.

Time is up!

Pete!

| have some iintormeation thet might interest your biggest client.

Move away from that box.

Sit on the chair.

How did you find me?

Your phone. We heard everything.

We tracked you here.

Now...

You and Anna need to get off the grid.

You nese to go somewhere won't file you.

Take those tapes, and get the fuck out of our Ives.

PETE ON TAPE: What the fuck you talking about?

Going back to prison?

That was never part of the plan.

(tape spools rapidly)

How am! an accessory when | tried to help him? It's all on the tape.

And you guys put me there.

ir | invornn tine NYPD Inn working witin a wihiness to Orificer Daniel Gomez's murder,

- you will... - (rapid spooling)

WILCOX: | allways by, Pete. | was never gonna let anything happen to you.

(tape spools rapidly)

How's Sofia holding up?

PETE: Look how scared my daughter is.

She's stopped trusting me again.

WILCOX: Soria and Anna will be in an FB! sae house

before Klimek even knows what happened.

You have my absolute word on that.

(game commentary iin background on TV)

Against the pack. Oh, and it was a front pass.

(grunting)

(grunting continues)

(shouts)

(crying out)

(muttering)

(choking)

(man falls quiet)

(Pete exhales)

(Pete panting)

(muffled communication)

(alarm blares)

(alarm drowns out voices)

(communications over radio)

(cries out)

Get the fuck back. Stay the fuck back.

Stay back.

PA: Armed back-up required, ASAP.

Back the fuck off.

EVveryoody on your knees! Face the wall Hands on the wall

= the fuck upl = On your knees! Face wailll

Hands on the wall!

Stay there or | run this through his brain. Back tine tuck upl

= Just take it easy. = Talk tto your boys.

= Dont co anything stupid. = Get the fuck back! Back upl

| will kill him right now! Back the fuck off!

- (men cry out) - Back the fuck off!

= (communication over raciio) = Do what the fuck he says!

Stay away from him.

Stay down there.

Get the fuck away! Get the fuck down there!

OK.

Get over there or | jam this in his fucking brain.

Irlear winatt In saying’? Get tne fuck over there!

- (cries out) - | will fucking kill him right here.

- Back the fuck up! - It's all right.

You tell Leinart | want to talk to the press.

| want a phone to call my wife.

He's got 15 minutes or | fucking kill this guy.

- Take it easy. - Give me the keys.

- Stay there. - (cries out)

You stay right there.

- What colour? - Black.

(Slewitt crying out)

- What colour's the next one? - Uh...blue.

(Slewitt cries out)

(crying out)

(yells in agony)

You fucking...

(communications over radio)

(alarm continues to blare)

(communications over radio continue)

| think we should put um, the...

Girls, don't leave tine likes outside. Take them tin back yairdl.

Come on. Tea's almost ready.

(Anna mutters to herself)

(Anna continues muttering)

- (Speaks Polish) - Hi.

You're so sweet.

(Anna's voice in background)

Anna!

Anna! Come with me!

Get the... What the fuck are you doing here?

Go inside! Go inside!

(he sings in Polish)

Get away from us!

Go on! Go on!

Fuck you!

- (ringing tone) - (humming outside)

(Anna shrieks)

(he continues singing)

GRENS: Ms Koslow?

Ms Koslow?

Ms Koslow? Is that you?

Surprise.

Ms Koslow!

- Everything's ready, sir. - (phone rings)

Hey.

! Just got irom Leinart that Koslow has taken a hostage.

- (siren) - He wants to talk to the press.

| know. ADIC has granted me his authority.

I'm going out there.

This ends now.

(alarm continues to blare)

(communications over radio continue)

(grunts)

(communications over radio continue)

(men shouting)

(sirens blaring)

(shouting continues)

NYPD, freeze!

(gasps)

(muffled moan)

- Where are they? - (muffled response)

- (Grens cries out) - (Anna shrieks)

(muffled scream)

Stand up.

(muffled): Anna! No! Don't take my daughter!

Shut up, or I'm gonna kill her.

(whispers): Shut up!

Now, we're gonna play a game. OK?

Where is he?

Where's our friend?

(moans)

There he is.

Sit down.

| will cut your tongue out like | did with your friend.

(breathing heavily)

- (she cries out) - (Grens groans)

(groans)

(gunshot)

RADIO: Attention. QUNOMUaS are superseding chains of conmeand.

10-9: Federal authorities are superseding LOCANCH AT SOMCOnmnanas

= (sirens lolaring) = Federal authorities are coming tn.

Paramedic! Move! Move! Move!

RADIO: Moving into position.

(shouting continues)

Moving into position.

(helicopter approaches)

RADIO: Surrender to the authorities.

LEINART: Hey, Pete?

Pete?

It's only me.

Everything's cool.

| got the phone so you can call your wife.

(tyres squeal)

(sirens blare in background)

Welcome. Ray Barnes. HRT Supervisor.

Bring me up to date. Where are we?

Inmate Koslow is holeling CO Slewattt up in HVAC roorn.

We have three shooters in position. One to the North.

We got two more. South and East Towers. They're the only ones witin eyes.

WitatrdeciSiOnn@oninccc—tommake in the next five minutes?

Well, right now, we're buying time.

Breach will be through in 15 minutes.

HN's still stuck in traffic.

Leinart has given Koslow one of our phones to call his family.

- If he calls the press, cut the call. - Copy that.

(phone rings)

- Yes? - Hey, Sofia. It's me.

Baby, what's happening?

- Are you safe? - Tell me what's happening.

Everything S Going to loe alll right, sweetheart. I'm just...

| got this. Don't worry.

- Are you ane Anna sare? = Yas, We're sate. Were saife.

Um...Anna's here. You want to talk to her?

- All right, put her on. - Yes.

Talk to your daddy.

Are you coming home, Daddy?

I'm trying, my love. I'm trying. It's just uh...

| got held up here, but uh...

Please, Daddy. Come back home. I'm scared.

I'm trying, miy love. Inn coiling everyviniing | can to get home to you as soon as | can.

| just... | just want to tell you that...

..Daddy loves you very much.

| love you very much.

Cut the call.

Put Mommy back on.

- Pete? - Babe...

(line goes dead)

(phone clatters)

(grunts)

(voices in background)

| have a visual of inmerte witin a shiv at the officers throat,

Reds, what you got?

Zero movement, Sir.

- Three? - Negative, sir. I've lost the visual.

Slewitt. Wake up.

Hey.

(radio communications)

God damn it, what the fuck is he doing?

Come on.

(mutters): What the fuck?

- (groans) - There you go.

Come on!

Let's see what you got! Let's see what you got!

(Slewitt grunts)

Red Three, you have the shot?

Negative. No clean Sinike. Repeat, no clean sirike.

(grunting)

| nave a Glean snot. Repeat, | have a clean shot.

- Hostage clear. - You're clear hot.

(gas hissing)

Aagh!

(shouting and sirens blaring)

(clamouring)

RADIO: We got a survivor.

They got somebody. Let's go!

= Give me an IID on SUIFVIVOF. = || need an ID on tine survivor.

RADIO: Slewitt.

S-L-E-W-I-T-T.

Well done, Agent Wilcox.

Good job.

(communications over radio continue)

- Get the door! - Coming through!

Go! Go!

All right. Move it out.

(siren blares)

All right, we're loaded. Move it up.

I'm coming with you.

(whoop of siren)

(steady bleeping)

(communications over radio)

WOMAN OVER RADIO: First- seconc-degree murder. ETA, eight minutes.

(radio communications continue)

(siren wails in background)

Here. Cuff yourself to his leg.

(panting)

(siren wails in background)

Here's your change.

| recognised him on the stretcher.

Where is he?

- In a motel, upstate. - Address?

if you sinielel me trom the OP IR investigation on the Gomez murder.

You think I'm here to negotiate?

Who else knows about this?

- You and me. - You need to fix this.

No) Can save you irom (Somme investigation while Koslow is allive.

Sunny Side Motel, Northern Ave, Murray Hill.

Room?

304.

You know what to do.

| can't.

| can't.

- If you can't, | will. - Keith, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Keith.

ASAC Montgomery?

mn Special Agent Baroara Lee with OPI.

We've a tecierall warrant for your arrest.

Please putt your hanes loehninel your back, thumbs togetiner.

(handcuffs clinking)

Yeah, we have our target in custody.

Meet us at Pier 11, Wall Street.

Don’t {t Just warn your heart to tne FS] and the NYPD tinallly co-operate?

(children playing in distance)

Koslow. This is from Wilcox.

She couldn't get rid of the tail on your family.

We need you to lay low for another month

tall it Gets Workee! Out with Nn CRCONUOMOTSOMmNyestigation

the FBI's conducting.

She promises you're gonna your fannily soon.

But you need to go now before they catch you.

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