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- Somebody fucked up my tire.

- Rishi, it's no problem.

You still got the trailer at home, right?

- Yes, boss. - Okay.

Pete, take my SUV,

go get his trailer, come back and pick him up.

- Why me?

How is this my fault?

- Why?

Why are you always arguing with me?

Take my SUV, go back and get the trailer,

come back, and pick him up.

- Not cool, Ellis.

- What'd you say?

It's not cool.

You're right, Tommy.

Rishi, you come with us.

Tommy's gonna wait for Pete.

- Wait, what?

Why?

- To give you a little time to think about thinking twice

before you open up your fucking mouth again.

Now, after you drop him off,

I want you to take my SUV to my house,

park it in the driveway, lock the door,

put the keys in the mailbox,

and don't you fucking drive like an animal.

I don't want you waking up my neighbors.

You got it?

- Got it.

- You got it?

- Got it.

- Let's go.

- Hey.

Watch your fucking mouth.

- Let's go.

- Keys, please.

- You put a scratch in it

and I'll shave your fucking head in your sleep, you hear me?

- Junior. - I'm serious.

- Come on.

- Fuck!

Whoa.

What are you doing?

Who, hey, hey.

- Shut up.

- Okay.

- Now you went to a house in Queen Anne.

You killed a man and a woman.

There was a girl.

Where is she?

- I don't know.

I just send messages.

- Good.

That's exactly what I need you to do.

- I can memorize it.

- No need.

I'll just use your hand.

- What about these bizarre child abductions

all over the metro area?

- Well, ever since this president

weakened our military,

we sent a signal to the world

that they can do whatever they want

and we're just gonna sit down and take it.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

How do you connect the president to this wave of abductions?

- If we show weakness,

bad hombres will always use it against us.

Now they want our children.

- What about you, Roger?

What do you think?

- I have to disagree with Martin.

This is not about geopolitics.

This is something darker than that.

- Like what?

- I believe we have an alien problem.

- You know what?

When we get there, you go.

I'll skip the freak Show.

- What?

- I'm not wasting my time talking to tweakers.

- I guess I'll do my fucking job then.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- What?

- I'm Detective Santiago.

I'm here to speak to Wendy Osborne

about a missing two year boy.

- Oh, oh, yeah.

What?

You find him?

- Okay, Wendy,

let me enlighten you about how life works

outside your crank filled hut.

When you call the police,

the police officer responds to the call.

Then he or she takes an initial report.

Then the detective, that's me,

conducts a full investigation

in order to solve the issue at hand.

And unfortunately, that includes asking

a lot of stupid questions to a lot of dopey people.

Can you understand that?

- I got it.

- Okay.

You said that your son was missing

when you got back from the grocery store, is that correct?

- Yeah.

- And aside from.

- Put it in here.

Yeah, just, just put it anywhere.

Okay.

Are we done?

- I, I, I'm, I'm confused.

When you reported your son missing-

- It was her.

She did.

She called the fuzz.

That one, she's always up in my shit.

I told her it was none of her goddamn business.

- You people are animals.

- Oh, you're an animal.

- Where's that sweet baby?

You probably pawned him for some smack.

She belongs in jail.

- No, you should get arrested! - No, no, no!

- And put in hospice.

You and your dried up cunt can go dry up in jail.

- They're gonna drag you out.

- Oh, you think you're better than everybody.

- I think that,

I think I fucking hate people.

It is what it is, I guess.

But what it is, is definitely shit.

- So it's gonna be a win.

It's gonna be an easy slash

and Jim and Carol are gonna be really happy.

- You did a great job today.

- It was a team effort.

Ah, it's Sue, do you mind if I take this?

- No, not at all.

Hey, do you want me to order you something?

- Coffee, please.

- Okay, say hi to the family.

- I will, I will.

Hey babe.

- Where are you?

- I'm just out to lunch with the boss.

Everything okay?

- You forgot it was early out today.

- Shit, I, I completely forgot.

Is she mad at me?

- Everything's good here.

Do you wanna talk to her?

She might be willing to forgive you.

- Yes, of course.

- Hi Daddy.

- I'm so sorry, I forgot to pick you up today.

- That's okay, Daddy.

- Were you scared?

- Nah, I knew you forgot.

- What are you doing?

- I'm drawing.

Are you coming to my cheerleading practice?

- Honey, I wish I could.

I just have to work really late

and get this done before the weekend.

- You're always working.

- How about when I come home tonight,

I will read you a book, not mommy, but daddy?

- Okay, bye daddy.

- Okay, bye honey.

I love you.

- That's all you get, daddy.

- Rough crowd.

- Hey Rishi, I hear you eat dick like a-

- Yo, what's up?

This is Jerry.

Ellis said to say hi.

- It's nice to meet you guys.

- Ellis sent you?

- Yeah.

- Have a seat.

Hey, Rishi, you can eat that shrimp?

- Nah.

- You don't like shrimp?

- I don't eat Croatians.

- What did you say?

- I said I don't eat Croatians.

- Hey, Rishi, I'll take all your Croatians.

- You mean crustacean you fucking moron?

- I don't eat sea cockroaches.

- Why did you order shrimp if you're not going to eat it?

- The menu said prawn.

I thought prawn was like chicken or something.

- Shrimp is good.

- Could taste like a big titties mom's asshole.

but I'm not eating the motherfucker.

- Are you gonna eat the shrimp?

- Did you meet everyone?

- Yeah.

Best I could.

- Now why don't we cut right to the chase?

What can you bring to this party?

- Professionalism.

Got my sources and I know how to handle things.

The way I look at it, my job is to,

is to help you sleep at night.

- I don't know, boss, but something about this guy stinks.

- Big John brought him.

- Hey, Big John.

Do I stink?

- Don't smell bad to me.

- You know, I would never ever let a green horn

take on a job like this.

- I'm just looking for a little bit of stability,

and I'm hoping that if I do my job right,

you're happy with it,

then maybe one day you'll put in a good word

for me at the firm.

- Listen, kid, everybody thinks this trade is, is easy,

but it's not.

It's just like every other big corporation,

you got people under you, you got people above you.

But at the end of the day,

you still gotta pay all your bills.

You gotta pay your, your mortgage, your property taxes.

- Well, if you're passing out advice,

I'd take it anytime, man.

Just wanna work.

- Hey, look, I, I should probably go in

and finish this lunch,

but I will try and be home as soon as possible

and I'll read our little nugget of book, okay?

- Okay. - All right, I love you.

- I love you too.

- Bye, honey.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's great.

Find anything you like.

- Steak salad.

I'm celebrating.

- It's really good here, trust me.

All right, what do I want?

Hey, give me one second.

I'll be right back.

- And just before it was executed

by the great state of Texas,

my Uncle Davey said, kid, "I got some advice for you."

"Your home is your temple."

"Never, ever bring your business home with you,

otherwise, you'll always be working."

"Keep your professional life separate

from your personal life."

- Jerry.

What are you doing here?

Haven't heard from you in months.

Hey, hey.

- Hey, what's up?

Listen, this is not a good time for me, man.

- What's going on?

- Can you not see I'm talking business, man?

I'll holler at you when I can, all right?

- What's your deal?

- Well, what's my deal, man?

You need to get outta here, man.

I'll call you when I can, all right?

You're doing this to me way too much.

What are you deaf?

I said get outta here, dude.

- Okay.

- Yeah, okay.

- Everything okay?

- That guy there is a, he's my lawyer.

Got me a plea deal

and got out of Walla Walla early.

Guess the guy thinks we're friends now or something.

Keeps, keeps asking me for referrals and shit.

Fucking lawyers, blood sucking pricks.

- Okay, kids, we're finished here.

I gotta get home.

I got a new table being delivered.

I wanna make sure those assholes

don't shatter the glass this time.

- What are you drinking?

- Coffee.

- Hey, hun, do you have a business card?

- Yeah.

- My brother's down in Walla Walla

and he's PD officer is fucking useless

and I hear you're a big shot fixer,

so I may need some of your services.

- But we don't do criminal law.

- I was talking to him.

- Um, no criminal law, really?

- No, we're real estate attorneys.

- Ah. - Just real estate.

- Such a bummer.

Can I keep your card anyways?

- Yeah, go ahead.

Do whatever you want with it.

- See ya.

- Who was that?

- I have no idea.

That was just weird, right?

You know what?

She was sitting at that table where my brother was at.

And- - Your brother?

- He's not there anymore.

- How was your weekend?

- Boring.

- You think everything is boring.

- Isn't it?

- Yeah, what's you cats do?

- Nothing.

- Come on, I haven't seen you guys for three days.

- We watched that movie last night.

- Yeah, but you wouldn't like it, Dad.

It had a happy ending.

- Can I go to Japan?

- You fucking with me.

- Listen, I, I got it all figured out.

Tickets, trains, where to stay.

I got money.

I, I saved it from working

at the farmer's market on weekends.

I just need help with the plane ticket,

but I could pay for the most of the trip myself.

- I'll talk to grandma.

Maybe she could pay for it.

- Wait, I wanna go to Japan too.

- No, no, no, you're you're not going with me.

- Why not?

- Because you're annoying.

- How come always gets what he wants?

- God, you're such a whiny little shit.

- And you're a dick.

- Hey, hey, hey.

All right.

Quit your bitching.

- Jerry, what the hell was that, huh?

Jerry?

Jerry, you there?

Hey man.

Jerry, can you hear me?

He'll call back.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- I thought you would be home soon.

- I know, I know, I'm sorry.

Is she asleep?

- Yeah, she's sleeping after a bath.

She was just out like a light.

- I think I'm gonna have to pull another all nighter.

This presentation I gotta do it at 9:00 AM tomorrow

and it's just.

- Again.

- Hey, you didn't tell Ari about our trip, did you?

- No, of course not.

- Good, good.

- Was that a brain zap?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you gonna be okay?

- Oh, man.

- But you have your pills on you, right?

- No.

I, I didn't think I was gonna stay here this long.

- Max.

- I know, I know, I know, I know.

I promise I'll take them as soon as I get home tomorrow.

- And when will that be?

- Before noon.

And then it's straight family quality time, I promise.

- Okay, bye baby.

- Love you.

See you soon.

- Yeah.

- Hey, it's Jerry.

Can I, can I come in?

- Yeah, Jerry, come up.

I'm buzzing you in.

- Mommy.

- What are you doing up right now?

You're supposed to be sleeping, aren't you sleepy?

- Uh-uh.

- Okay, Jerry, come up.

Your Uncle Jerry's stopping by.

You can say hi then back to bed, okay?

- I'm so sorry.

I am.

- Oh my God, Jerry.

- Even if the PUD had expired,

the regular zoning laws and fire codes

would not allow the complex to be built next to the mall.

And from what I've been hearing,

there's a lot of talk

about putting in a dog park next to us.

So as far as I'm concerned,

Jean, I'm in a meeting.

- Max Kelly, Detective Santiago.

Can I have a word with you?

- Oh, Jean, one minute please.

What's this about?

- Outside.

- You forgot it was early out today.

Do you wanna talk to her?

She might be willing to forgive you.

- Hi, daddy.

Nah, I knew you forgot.

I'm drawing.

Are you coming to my cheerleading practice?

You're always working.

Okay, bye daddy.

- Thank you, Kristy.

Thank you.

Corner's preliminary.

- It's about time.

- Victim one, Dr. Susan Kelly.

Multiple stab wounds.

Second victim was FBI agent Gerald Kelly.

This guy's brother, multiple stab wounds,

couple of missing fingers,

other fingers had paper clips inserted under their nails.

- This looks pretty black and white to me.

Daddy comes home early,

finds mommy with the brother going at it.

It's a crime of passion.

- What we have is a dead FBI agent.

The feds are gonna take this over in a heartbeat.

So we've gotta get outta their way

and focus on finding that child

while we still have any jurisdiction left.

- This guy's clean.

Someone murdered his family

so why don't we cut him some slack

and uh, think about it, it could be one of us in there.

- How can you be so sure it wasn't him?

- Because I'm a very good judge of character.

What?

- Let's just say good judgment's

not the first thing that pops into my head

when I see your pretty face.

- Oh, you wanna go there?

- No.

- I want you to go in there and talk to this man.

- This guy and I sat for 12 years

in the same black and white.

We had a coffee together, had lunch together.

Look at him now, the big fucking boss.

Sure.

- Takes a few decades to get to know him.

- You and your brother got arrested

drifting cars in the parking lot.

The abandoned steam plant.

Joined the Navy.

What happened to you?

Dishonorable discharge.

- It's complicated.

- It always is, isn't it?

Your brother, Agent Kelly called you at 9:00 PM,

what he'd want?

- I don't know, all right.

He called me, I couldn't hear anything.

Thought he'd call me back, but he never did.

- And when you saw him at the restaurant,

did you recognize anybody was with him?

- No.

I didn't recognize anyone with him.

Have you found my daughter yet?

- We're knocking on every door.

We're also searching all over Discovery Park

an Lincoln Park.

We have to plan for any possible scenario.

Look, I got two kids of my own,

so it could be me in your situation.

Trust me when I tell you that I'm,

I care and I'm gonna do everything

I can to find your daughter.

- What are they like?

- Who?

- Your, your kids?

- I don't know.

Typical teenagers, I guess.

Don't get to see them much.

Probably my fault.

Having trouble with the Mrs.

But when we're together, it's all, all good quality time.

- Should have been all quantity.

- What?

- Any time you spend with your child is quality time.

What would you do if you were me?

- How do you mean?

- If you found out someone murdered,

murdered your whole family, what would you do?

- Oh, uh, buddy, I'm, I'm the wrong guy to ask.

- What would you do?

- Well

I'm a simple man

and so I probably would put them on a chair.

- Oh, shit.

- And then I would wack them with one of them nail bats.

You know, the ones with the nails

and the barbed wire all over.

Then I would swing until my arms fell off.

I can't even think about that shit

without getting my fucking blood boiling.

But fucking monsters don't get a second chance

because they will do it again.

- Detective Santiago,

may I have a word with you outside please.

Mr. Kelly, I'm so sorry about that.

That is not a reflection on this department in any way.

- Look, I can't sit here anymore.

- Well, you can't go home.

Your house is a crime scene right now.

You'd be better off staying here with us.

- Am I free to go?

- Yes, of course you are.

Where are you going?

- Don't make a fucking sound.

- Who the fuck are you?

- I'm Jerry's friend.

- What are you doing here?

- Had no place to go.

- What's in the bag?

- Take it.

- What the fuck you doing with an M68?

- I just carrying them with me for good luck.

You know, as in I never know when I'm gonna need good luck.

Kind of like a condom in my pocket.

Oh, Jerry told me to give you-

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Jerry said, "If anything happened to him

give 'em only to you."

Jerry had a bad feeling

when Ellis suddenly changed the plans.

- What, what plan?

Look man, I don't understand what you're talking about.

- What the fuck you don't understand?

We all in this shit because of you bitch.

- What are you talking about?

- You blew his fucking cover.

He was working his way into the crew.

Everything was going fine till your dumb ass showed up.

- It's been about over a half hour.

Should I bring him in?

Okay.

- The firm traffics human organs, hearts, livers, kidneys.

They dice up little kids and sell 'em like parts

for like a fucking Toyota truck, man.

We used to sell guns for the cartels,

but the cut up kids for money,

that shit ain't Christian yo.

- Mr. Kelly.

It's Detective Vasquez.

- Fuck! - She's a cop.

She can help us.

Look, I'm looking for my daughter, all right?

So you're gonna tell her everything you just told me.

- We can't, man.

We can't.

- Why?

- Because she's one of them.

- Mr. Kelly, you're not supposed to be here.

- You best leave, man.

I'll take care of her.

Go!

- No fucking way.

What the fuck happened?

- Basically, guy beat the shit outta me.

Ran out through the fire escape.

- Everyone's looking for you.

- I know.

I came looking for the cash to bring it to Ellis.

- Oh really?

Where is the money?

- Get you on the other side, bitch.

- Oh fuck!

- Oh, shit.

- What is this?

- That is $50,000 in cash.

We found that in Detective Vasquez's apartment last night.

That and a pound of blow.

She was your partner.

- Feel free to check my apartment and you find anything,

you know, give half to Hanna

because I'm fucking behind on rent.

- Didn't I tell you the Max Kelly case

was with the Feds now?

- You certainly made a point to mention something equivalent

to that statement.

- Max Kelly's military records, roadside bomb.

Only survivor, head trauma, and PTSD.

He spent a couple of years in Massachusetts recovering

so who knows?

- So that's it?

- They closed the case as a murder suicide.

- Don't make any sense.

- Focus on finding those kids, would you?

- Right.

Okie dokie.

- Santi, if I find out you're dirty, I swear to God,

I'll put a fucking bullet in your head.

- Sounds fair.

- When's he gonna get here?

- Let me just wrap this up and I will be right with you.

- I'm here to meet with Mr. Tank, not his secretary.

- I understand it's unusual to go by different pronouns,

but I prefer the mister as it seems to be less disruptive

for official business.

- You're Mr. Tank.

- It's a man's world.

The fact that you assumed

I wasn't a person worthy of power proves my point.

- And why meet here?

- I believe it is better to meet in a friendly environment

where you and I can feel safe and comfortable

to speak openly.

Don't you agree?

- And who's he?

- That is Kevin, my assistant.

May I offer you a latte?

Come on, blend in.

Do you like milk in your coffee?

Do you like it sweet?

- I'm fine.

- Can you please get him a half-caf vanilla latte

with six pumps of vanilla and whipped cream on top?

Make sure you use the app so I can redeem my points.

You receive a very fair fee for your services,

and over time you have been considered

to be a valuable asset to the firm.

May I ask how it is that you ended up

with an FBI agent infiltrating your team?

- He came from a very reliable source.

- And where's this reliable source now?

- That's been taken care of.

- And the FBI agent?

- That's been taken care of also.

- And the currency?

- I'm working on that.

- Based on what has transgressed here,

I'm left with two possible conclusions.

One is that your judgment is no longer reliable,

which in our business is not a good virtue

or two, that you were somehow involved

in an elaborate piece of fiction

in order to bamboozle the firm for your last demotion.

I know, I know, it's a ridiculous speculation.

And what you have done for the firm over the years

has been taken into account

and it has gotten you a one time courtesy.

I trust you will rectify the situation.

Neither you, the firm, myself, nor Kevin here,

wish this issue to go in any other direction.

I understand you used to run weapons to the Mexican cartels.

- Yes.

I'm very good at what I do.

- And yet here I am.

And there you are.

Now go do your job, you old cunt.

- Hey dad, when are you gonna move back in?

- I don't know, son.

- Well, I'm just saying you better think of something.

- Why?

- I think mom's got a new boyfriend.

- Jesus, Ray.

Shut up.

- Kenny something.

She was telling grandma on the phone.

- Mom just said, "He was nice to her from work."

I guess he likes her and gave her flowers.

- See, Dad, how come you never bring mom flowers?

- Why do you always like to stir the pot?

- Love you, love you.

- Hi.

Be right there.

Thanks for bringing them up.

The ER was a combat zone today.

- Yeah, yeah, no problem.

- Do you know when I'll be able to pay that hospital bill

from Ray's thing?

It's been a high 120 days and it could go to collections.

- I'm sorry, I, I get paid on Thursday.

Can waiting until them?

- I think so.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

- Hey, I wanted to ask you if I could,

if we could sit down one day

and talk about this whole thing.

- What thing?

We got several things.

- I mean, this whole separation thing.

- If you have time for a chat,

have a chat with our kids, would you?

Because I can move on, but these kids, they need a father.

They didn't need all this drama

you put them through so you could fucking find yourself.

They put on a good face,

but you're gonna break their hearts.

And I can't afford to get new ones.

- What?

- I gotta go.

- Mr. Ofstein, thank you for meeting with me.

How's young Michael?

- Fine.

Thank God.

- Yeah, that's good to hear.

- It was my understanding that our business had concluded.

- Yes, we seem to have one small problem.

The man that you delivered the money to,

he was an FBI agent.

- The money was delivered to the person

that you sent to collect.

- This is true.

But unfortunately for the both of us, he was an FBI agent.

- Are we all compromised?

- No, no problem at all.

I took care of everything,

but unfortunately the money is missing.

So I'm gonna have to ask you to make another deposit.

- How much?

- The full amount.

- What happens on your end is your problem.

- No, I'm sure young Michael

is worth any amount of money to you.

- Are you threatening me?

- No.

No, not at all.

- With all due, respect.

- Respect?

Now there's a fine word.

Respect.

Where would young Michael be without me?

I'll tell you where he'd be.

He'd be dead and in the ground.

And you stand here and you thank God for that.

How about thanking me?

- Unbelievable.

- What's that?

- Your boss, Mr. Tank, she said you might try this.

How about we give her a call?

Don't contact me ever again.

- You motherfucker.

Rich prick.

Fucking shit!

Goddamn rich motherfucker!

Fuck, goddammit!

Son of a bitch!

No fucking respect!

- I'm gonna go check on the boss, later boys.

- What a motherfucker!

Shh.

- Captain!

- Yeah.

- Check this out.

- Yeah.

- So I was going through all the kidnappings

in the past eight months,

and this just jumped out at me.

Take a look at all the addresses.

- Okay, it's all over the city, so?

- Yeah, but they are all shit neighborhoods.

I noticed most of the reports were filed by people

with priors, tweakers, people on SSI,

welfare, foster parents.

Then I took the medical records for all children

on the organ wait list all over the state.

And guess what?

5% of them dropped from the list.

Dead you say?

Far from it.

Healthy as shit.

But all kids are from either wealthy people

or people who recently acquired a large debt

or cashed out their retirement funds or sold stock.

- And you got warrants for all these reports, right?

- Listen to me.

I think a lot of these fucking shitty parents

are selling their babies for parts.

- Organ trafficking.

- Yaba doodles, big bear,

body snatchers of the third kind.

- That's why nobody's asked for a ransom.

Nice work.

- It'll be fine. - Define fine.

He might not even be home.

- What the?

What are you doing?

Get, get in here.

Get.

Jesus hurry.

Come on, get!

Never, ever, ever come to my house.

- Sorry, boss. - Take a chill pill, bro.

- What did you say?

Did he just tell me to take a chill pill, bro?

- Tommy is gone.

When I got back there, the joint was full of cops.

They blocked off the streets and everything.

When I got back to your car, this was on the seat.

- Let me see this.

- Jesus Christ, it's 8:30 in the morning.

Give me your weed, idiot.

Come on.

Gimme that.

- What are we gonna do, man?

- Get your feet off there.

- Jesus, it's just a table.

- It is not just a table.

This is an original 1964

one of a kind $10,000 Danish coffee table.

- I thought you got it at Ikea.

- Okay, don't anybody move.

And please don't touch anything.

- You're a disrespectful asshole.

- That was a good one.

Guys, you gotta chill the fuck out.

- If you tell me to chill the fuck out one more time.

- Chill the fuck out.

- All right, find out.

- Shut the fuck up, Rishi.

- Tell me to chill again.

- Shut the fuck up, man.

God.

- This is all your fucking fault.

- My fault?

Fucking Ellis's fault.

- Get out of the way.

- Boss, I'm gonna open this.

- Go ahead.

- Oh you fucking idiot!

- All right, we got a situation here.

Obviously the firm's trying to send us a message.

If we don't find that money soon,

we're all gonna end up in a landfill somewhere.

- I'll talk to them.

- You'll talk to who?

- I'll talk to the firm.

Straighten things out.

- Huh?

Gimme that box.

That's a good idea.

- Right, fuck, I told you guys.

Jesus Christ.

Fucking finally, you gotta trust me more.

- Yeah.

Would you get it over with, please?

- Big mouth, motherfucker.

Told you to keep your mouth shut.

- Shut the fuck up you small cock.

Move.

- God, it's a new car, you'd take it too.

Damn, he's fat.

- Thank you for meeting with us Mr. Ostein.

Just a few questions.

- I don't understand why I'm here.

What's going on?

- If understand this right, your son, Michael,

was on a wait list for a kidney,

but then he suddenly dropped from the list.

- Did your son die, sir?

- No.

No, no, no, he's fine.

- I, I don't understand.

- He got a transplant.

Is that why I'm here?

- Your son was on a very long waiting list.

You want to tell us where you

end up getting the kidney from?

- We rushed him into China.

Huashan Hospital.

Wasn't easy nor cheap, but I had the means

and he is my son.

Huashan Hospital is a fantastic teaching hospital by way.

- Is this you?

First I thought that was your lunch,

but then I read the big labels.

Can you read it?

Yeah, you landed in China with it.

And I'm sure that wasn't on the SkyMall catalog.

And I was thinking if someone sold you

a good kidney in the black market,

and since a good kidney could only last for 24 to 36 hours,

you had plenty of time to hop on your corporate jet

and deliver just in time to save your kid's life.

- Mr. Ofstein, I have children too.

I understand you did what you did to save your child's life.

But unfortunately, another child

had to die to make that happen.

- Fuck.

I, i had to do it, okay?

That's my son.

- Who contacted you?

- Some dirt bagging named Ellis,

tried to fucking extort me for more money

after I already paid him.

Said the FBI took my money.

- Would you like an attorney before you say anything else?

- No, I'm fine.

- Where can we find this Ellis?

- Move the fucking car.

Move the motherfucking car!

What the fuck?

Motherfucker, what the fuck you think you doing?

You know what?

I'm gonna cut your throat.

- Funny you should say that.

- I don't know.

- You shouldn't be here.

- No, no, go, go, go, go.

- Let me guess you want a macchiato.

- She wants an update.

- She could have just called me.

- So what do I tell her?

- How about tell her next time she wants to meet

just give me a phone call, we can make an appointment.

We meet somewhere neutral, like two civilized people.

- How about the money?

- I'm working on that.

But you're not making it easy

hacking up my people like you did.

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

You have one week, one.

One.

- Hmm.

This is Ellis.

- Ellis.

Keko's dead.

What the fuck?

The firm got to him.

- No, it's not the firm.

I believe we have another player.

Question is who.

- Where is my daughter?

- Do we have business together?

Holy hoochie coochie man.

Well, this all makes sense now.

- Where's Ari?

- I'm glad you're here because a few things I wanna explain.

First of all, I understand your anger

about what happened to your, your wife,

and your brother, and your kid.

But I gotta tell you,

that was all on your lying two-faced brother.

You see, I trusted him with some money

that did not belong to me.

Then after a long conversation

and a detailed manicure by my assistant,

he became a little more reasonable.

So I decided not to kill him if he gave me my money back.

But then he lied to me again and he went to your house.

So you see, we thought that was his family.

So all of this is

because of your lying two-faced piece of shit brother.

- Where's my daughter?

- Oh, she's right behind you.

- How was that boss?

- That was good, Junior.

- Fuckers.

I'm gonna kill you.

No, no, no.

- Junior, boss is not gonna like this.

- Sooner you tell Ellis what he needs to know,

better off you'll be.

Or I'll have to carve you like I did your bitch wife.

- No, no, no.

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- No.

- Hey, Junior, goddammit!

What are you doing?

Goddamn you.

What did I tell you about this kind of shit?

Ugh.

I apologize for these barbarians.

This is not my style.

Hold on.

Goddammit!

Hey, hold on, hold on.

I'm so sorry.

You must think I'm a monster.

I'm not a monster.

- Where is she?

- Your daughter's fine.

I have a little proposal for you,

but first you have to give me your word

that you're gonna drop this whole situation

about your wife

and that piece of shit brother of yours.

What's done is done and I can't change the past.

I wish I could but I can't.

You see, I know how you feel.

I lost a son at 17, that leaves a deep hole in your heart.

Great pain.

But unlike me,

you have the opportunity to become a daddy again.

So you tell me where my money is

and I'll return your daughter to you.

Junior, make sure your phone is charged.

- Okay, I'm gonna go.

- Now when all this is done, our business is concluded.

I need your word on that.

Go get Roxy.

We're gonna go for a little ride.

- Yes, boss.

- You have to trust me because we're both victims here.

Do I have your word?

When we get back,

I'm gonna need you to take Junior to the Butcher.

He conned me and now has to pay the price.

Yeah, I'm gonna put a whole new crew together.

- Anyone seen a human chop shop?

What are you a henchman?

Guess what?

I wipe my ass with fucking henchman.

Looks like they left you here to watch the shop,

which makes you disposable, puto.

- Huh?

- Keep fucking walking.

What the fuck is this?

Max Kelly, you're alive.

- Duh.

- Shut the fuck up.

Cut him loose.

Cut him loose!

What the fuck happened?

- Just trying to stop the monsters.

Fucking back up.

You're gonna see your fucking dad

and your mom in fucking prison.

Enjoy your nights there, dog.

- Go to sleep, go to sleep.

- No, no.

- Ah, true fire.

- Look at all this shit.

Look through these boxes.

I got the other half. - Ha, ha, yeah, yeah.

- What the fuck is this?

Motherfucker.

Yo fucker, I gotta go show this shit to Ellis.

Keep looking.

- Hey, come here.

- What's that?

Are you fucking serious?

- Who's the boss now, bitch?

- Oh, pack this shit up.

Oh, fuck.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Oh, shit.

Well, my friend looks like

we have a little bit of a situation, huh?

Have to make a slight adjustment.

Shit.

This is Ellis.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Well, Junior, well, it looks like you got a little bit

of your own medicine now, didn't you?

Can we just get this over with?

- Hell is that?

- Captain Daniels.

- The bastard is not home.

- And what about the black SUV?

- Nope.

- All right, well stay put.

Let me know if anything happens.

Do not go inside until I get you a warrant.

Do you understand?

Just keep your eyes open, okay?

Just report from the curb

and just let me know if anything odd happens.

- I'll try my best.

So you want me sit down in the car all afternoon

and, and wait, right?

- I'm downloading his credit report

and his credit card statements to you as we speak.

Check 'em out.

Are you okay?

- Yep.

- Just let me know if anything odd happens.

- Fuck, fuck.

- Where's my daughter?

- Don't do it, Max!

Don't do it!

- What the fuck are you doing here?

- Shut the fuck up, fuck face!

- Bullshit!

- This is between him and I.

He's not leaving with you.

- Put the gun down!

You don't, don't fucking move!

- He's not leaving with you.

- Motherfucker.

I don't want to shoot you, but I will fucking kill you.

Think about it, Max.

- No!

- Hey, you want justice, right?

What about the other kids?

What about the other parents?

They want justice too.

Don't take that away from them.

Max, this isn't about you.

- Thank you.

Don't even think about that chocking shit again

or I'll shoot you in the fucking face.

You turn around.

Hands behind your back.

- Where's my daughter?

- You got a lot of nerve asking me about your daughter

after you desecrated my dead son.

Let me think about this.

Was she a kidney donor or a, or a heart donor?

I get all confused.

Yeah, this organ business, I never liked it.

I'm, I'm a weapons and drug person.

This is, you know, but now that I think about it,

well, part of her could be in California.

The other part could be in the East Coast.

I don't know.

And you, you little shit,

you better fucking watch every word you say

'cause we got eyes on little Ray Ray.

Yeah.

It was your old partner's idea.

I gotta say I thought it was pretty good.

'Cause little Ray Ray will make a good donor.

- The fuck.

What a fucking prick.

What a fucking idiot.

- Oh, come on.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

You know I never lose.

- No, not you.

I'm not talking about you, you fucking prick.

I'm talking about me.

I'm so fucking stupid.

This is a federal case.

I have no jurisdiction.

My bad.

You're on your own, bitch.

- Is that all you got?

Yeah, fuck.

- For Ari.

- Hello.

- Hey, Dave, how's it going?

- Yeah, thanks for calling me back.

So you heard my message, right?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

I swear I'll do anything.

If you want me to quit, I'll quit.

And I love you.

I need you and those little fucking pricks.

That didn't come out right.

I, I, I really?

Really.

- Yes, but only if you promise.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Great, great, great.

I will, I'll see you soon.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

- Santiago.

- Yeah.

- Get your ass in here.

- Oh, damn, I'll call you back, okay?

Yeah.

Yep.

- Send up a flag and we will definitely

cut back to you immediately.

Welcome back.

We go live now to Mike Tilliam, who's there at the scene.

Mike tell us, what's the new information?

- Here I am with Juan,

who works at the club where this horrible murder took place.

Juan, tell us what happened.

- I was taking the trash out and I heard the screams,

you know, and I came out the back

and I saw this big guy with a hoodie

on top of this black guy.

When he looked at me, I saw his face.

He was, how you say in English?

- Juan says, "That the assailant was very palido,"

which is Spanish for someone very pale.

Police will give us an update in about an hour.

Who is this palido man?

Where is he and why did he commit this terrible crime

is anyone's guess.

Back to you at the studio.

- Breaking now,

the bodies recovered at Artie's Coffee Shop

have now been identified as Renata Turner

who had been missing since Interpol

raided one of her London homes three years ago.

And also professional assassin Andre Jurgen,

who was a member of the highly trained German GSG 9.

Police say the suspect drove off in a cargo van.

The story is still wide and breaking.

Stay with us for the latest.

- Who's fucking with me, Santi?

And who is this palido

they keep talking about on the news?

- Yeah.

The world is full of strange things.

- What did you do?

What's with the stupid grin?

- I'm gonna see Hanna and the boys.

I, I think I'm gonna move back in.

- You're moving back in?

Okay, well, that's good for you, man.

I, that's good.

I appreciate that.

That's good.

I'm happy for you.

- Yeah.

Hey, remember when we found that Xylazine and the opioids

in the baby's crib?

- Sure. - And you found that gun

in the serial box.

You saved my life that day.

I never thanked you for it.

- Shut the fuck up and get outta here.

Santi.

Tell the boys, Uncle Jeff says hi.

- Come back and see me sometime.

- Ah!

- That's right, Ray Ray.

- It's your turn.

Someone's turn.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah!

Ah, yeah.

Come on, Sam Sam.

- Oh, so close.

- All right, go then.

- Oh, seriously?

- No, no, somebody needs an address.

- Oh!

You have to go, we can go one.

- No, no.

You're my priority from now on.

Yeah.

- Really?

Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

Everything's fantabulous.

- Ugh!

- Oh, my God.

- Nasty. - Get a room really?

- Ah, shut up.

Throw it, throw it.

- What?

You called?

I got this.

I got some tar left.

I got some, I got some.

What?

Whoa, hey!