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[cell phone rings]

[cell phone rings]

Nice one.

Knuckle to bone.

What'’s this?

Faraday bags.

You put a cell phone in it,

can'’t transmit a signal in or out.

Faraday bags.

You ready?

[Laughing]

How you wanna do this?

Just go for a walk.

Well, aren'’t you friendly.

[Gun shots] [Screams]

Get down! Everybody down!

Get the fuck down!

Come to the middle!

Move!

Cover her the fuck up and move!

Move!

Get in the fucking cage now!

Get out, Swede.

Get in the fucking cage!

Get down! On the floor!

Swede, take off the hot.

You'’re better then that.

Hey! Hey!

No, no darling. Put your clothes on first.

I think there'’s been a mistake here.

That wasn'’t your dick inside her.

I'’m sure we can come to some sort of financial arrangement.

Ahh!

Fuck'’s the matter with you?

You really fucked him?

What are you going to do with us?

Shut up.

[Phone rings]

McKeutchen.

We got something.

Okay. So I have to guess now?

It'’s a brothel.

Fuck you hitting a brothel for?

More told us to look at cabs,

so we found one and it brought us here.

Jesus...

Relax, there'’s a whole stash of specials here, too.

Plus I got a computer, files --

Bring it in.

Here'’s the thing.

Turse and I took this down ourselves

but we got a lot of people here: hookers, johns, bodyguards.

So, I need some wagons.

How many?

Two -- but listen -- this is our bust, yeah?

We'’re not sharing credits on this, I don'’t care who you send.

You'’re a fuckin' class act, Liesl.

Where are you?

Alright.

Can we do them?

Oh, yeah.

[Scream]

Let'’s do them all.

Okay.

Everyone.

You are all under arrest!

[Laughing]

Right back.

This is completely absurd, I need...

Grab me that guy.

Come on, let'’s go.

Thank God, you'’re letting me go.

Fuck you.

Wait. What?

You bribed an officer of the law,

I'’m taking you in personally

so that fun fact doesn'’t get lost in processing.

Please. Don'’t do this.

It'’s already done.

Shut up, already.

♪ ♪

You two discharged your weapons indoors.

You'’re on administrative duty pending IAB review.

Come on.

Since you haven'’t written up your report just yet...

Oh, we'’re getting on that right now, Captain.

In the meantime, while I wait with breathless anticipation

for what will certainly will be literature,

you want to tell me how you managed to crack this?

Like I mentioned on the phone, More said to follow cabs...

...so we followed one we thought looked suspicious...

...and we watched it making rounds to the same brownstone.

Straight up.

Where'’s the cab?

Cab?

The one making rounds.

The one you tasked yourselve to surveil.

The cab that took you to said brothel -- where is that cab?

Oh. That cab. They got away.

How could they get away?

You said you were following it.

We were... it brought us to the brothel.

And...

And you got two wagons full of busts,

specials... so you'’re welcome.

But no dome light?

How'’s that?

I got all of these things for which I am meant to be

eternally grateful -- you pieced this entire bust

out of thin air and yet you couldn'’t even clock a dome light

from the one solid lead you had?

You'’re going to sit there and tell me straight face

that this detail out of all the details you'’ve provided

you didn'’t procure.

Well if you put it that way...

Like he said... you'’re welcome.

Nobody go anywhere.

Understood?

[phone rings]

Okay, okay. Good, good.

What the...?

[Computer rings]

[phone dialing]

Yeah, my computer is acting up. It'’s all slow all of a sudden.

What you do mean, you'’re not tech support anymore?

What the fuck are you now, then? You'’re what?

Where'’s tech support?

Well, I have a technical issue.

What the hell am I supposed to...

Hello? Fuck'’s sake.

Anybody seen Santiago?

Son-of-a... shit!

♪ ♪

N, it'’s Renny.

Oh, it'’s me, it's been a while --

haven'’t heard from you.

Sorry again for not getting back earlier.

I just want to make sure you'’re okay.

Just checking.

Give me a call when you get this. It'’s been a while.

I would really like to talk when you get a chance. Okay.

Get money for Specials from Tony.

Move the rest of the first half of the package at Le Yef.

[Cell phone rings]

Right, okay. Joss wants a bulk order.

So keep the second half of the package for her tomorrow.

No wait - see Joss tonight,

see Joss tonight,

sell through the first half,

sell the second half to Joss later,

pay off Reza and the soccer ball light all at once.

That'’s how we do it. That'’s how we do it.

Yeah, it works.

Yeah?

It works.

I'’ll be behind on everything else but I won'’t be dead.

[cell phone chirps]

Okay, okay. You'’re okay.

[Women crying] No, no, no.

This is how it happens.

Yeah, who?

Sixto.

Broke I think.

And you punched him as hard as you could right in his gut.

You were carrying all them gallons of water...

Until he dropped his wooden box,

the one with the comic books in...

You went and you fixed his box.

And you put it on top of his bed.

And you put it on top of his bed.

You never needed mere rice from me.

You always know the right thing to do.

Yes, this is Sixto Santiago calling from C.A.B. Group One.

I'’d like to see the jacket on the most recent cab murder.

I know that.

Call it professional courtesy. Hello? Hello?

Mama Juevo.

Hello, David.

Sixto. It'’s been awhile. So, what'’s the topic today?

Taxi cabs.

Thank you for pulling all of this together for me, David.

No big deal.

I just gave you the same stuff I pulled for the other guy.

What other guy?

The cop. The one who said he worked in an undercover cab.

Describe him.

Nothing special about him. Didn'’t say much.

Kind of odd.

Did he ask for anything else?

Yeah, he said he wanted to check out the top floor.

Top floor?

Do you what he was looking for in here?

Nope. Just let him in and let him do his thing.

Hey, I have to get back.

Just lock up when you'’re done. Yeah?

Okay, yeah, thank you David.

Godspeed.

Fucking More.

No, no, I didn'’t do anything! I didn'’t do anything!

Possession of a controlled substance? I beg to differ.

No, I helped you!

You'’re going to help us again.

No, I don'’t know anything more than what I told you.

You only told us what we already knew.

It'’s time to tell us something we don'’t know.

I... only know "flesh."

Tell us about the speaks.

I don'’t know what that is.

Ah!

Tell me about the next speak --

where it is, when it is.

You'’re going to do that or I'’m going to do two things.

You'’re hurting me.

I'’m going to damage you, you fuck!

Please!

You'’re going to do this

or I'’m going to arrest for possession of marijuana.

Bad marijuana by the smell of it.

And I'’m going to put it out there that you are our CI

and it was your contribution

that helped us bust that brothel last night.

You can'’t do that, man! That'’s a death sentence!

Well, if you give us something, I might commute it.

Okay, okay, okay. I'’ll tell you.

You'’ll fucking show us!

Now!

Yeah?

Yeah.

Where the hell you been all day?

Researching cabs. Where is everybody?

Like I know what goes on in my own shop.

What'’s wrong with these computers?

I'’d know if we still had tech support.

What happened to tech support?

The plot thickens, Monsieur Poirot.

Who?

Get the fuck outta here.

Coño.

Renny!

Joss.

I'’m so glad I caught you before I left.

So soon?

I'’m all business these days, don'’t you know?

I don'’t.

It'’s a sign of the times, Renny.

Even a girl like me has to keep one eye to the open road

every now and then...

...endeavoring to see, longing to reach out.

I'’ll reach out to you later, then.

You know how to find me.

Never been a secret.

We must talk, my son.

So I gathered. You'’re never one to come early.

Can you blame me?

After all, this is what "early" looks like.

I actually wanted to talk to you anyway.

It'’s about...

Renny, listen to me. There'’s trouble afoot.

I don'’t like the sound of that.

You'’ll like what's coming even less.

I'’ve never seen you like this.

Reza'’s moving in on Le Yef.

He wants LA'’s turf and her operations.

It'’s on, my son. Full-blown war and we'’re in the middle of it.

Why would Reza do a thing like that?

It'’s like fucking Christmas.

Ho motherfucking ho.

[Laughing]

It doesn'’t make any sense.

LA makes money off the clientele we bring to Le Yef,

Reza makes money supplying them.

They have an arrangement. A good one.

Best laid plans.

LA doesn'’t have Reza'’s taxi service.

They need each other.

Eyad isn'’t the only dead cab driver, Renny.

What do you mean?

There'’s been three more.

Three?

No, no, no, no, no.

Eyad skimmed -- end of story.

These others, I don'’t know...

but Reza wouldn'’t...

It'’s not about Reza. It's about the organization behind Reza.

They'’ve been putting pressure on him

to raise cash in a hurry.

The organization wants more money

and they want it bloody fast.

I imagine you'’ve noticed the Lollipop Man

just hanging around Reza'’s gaff?

He'’s at his speed up operations.

These dead cabbies, his handiwork.

But what'’s the rush?

Why do they want Le Yef?

Reza has an understanding with LA, a business relationship

they'’ve had for as long as I'’ve been working for him.

Le Yef'’s a goldmine.

Why stir up trouble and risk getting the cops involved?

That'’s just it -- it'’s a gold mine

and the organization wants it.

They'’re not content with their finger in the pie,

they want the whole pie. New York City.

[Phone ringing]

Can'’t take your call.

[Phone ringing]

It'’s Liesl. Can't take your call.

Doesn'’t make any sense.

New York'’s always been an open market.

It'’s too big for one player to corner it.

Nobody'’s ever done that, never.

Renny, I'’m your friend. Wake up.

How do you know all this?

Look, whatever happens,

just make sure you know which side you'’re on.

What are you saying?

Please come with us, Renny.

Choose well, dear boy.

Hello. My name is Detective Sixto Santiago

from C.A.B. Group One NYPD

and I was calling to get some information

about an individual who may have trained there.

Please hold for personnel.

Please leave a message. [Beep]

[Phone ringing]

Camp LeJune how may I direct your call?

Hello, my name is Detective Sixto Santiago NYPD.

I believe we just spoke.

You transferred me to a voicemail and I was wondering

if you could transfer me to an actual person

who could run a check on an individual

who may have stationed at Camp LeJune.

Is this matter an official legal investigation?

Has the person in question committed a crime?

No, they have not.

This is really a preliminary call

so I was hoping we can keep this off the record.

Please hold while I transfer you.

Thank you.

Please leave your message. [Beep]

Your friend, he showed shrewd business sense,

coming to me to parley.

See, he figures with a war on,

he can play both sides against the middle and still get paid.

What do you think Renny?

Would you still like to get paid?

I'’d like to get paid.

Would you?

I'’m keeping tonight's shipment for my trouble.

No!

Throw him out back.

[Phone rings] Yeah?

It wasn'’t me.

What wasn'’t you?

What'’s about to happen.

How'’d you know about this entrance?

Gentleman never tells.

Fuck you!

What about this guy?

Fuck him.

I'’m pumped. Let's do this.

OCID.

Here we go.

♪ ♪

Let'’s take out that fucking DJ.

My sentiments exactly.

Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!

[Gun shots]

[Yelling and screaming]

[Gun shots]

[Yelling and screaming]

I'’m not waiting for these assholes.

That'’s because you are an asshole.

[Laughing]

Fuck it.

[Explosion]

Amateurs.

What the fuck just happened?

I don'’t think we want to know.

Fuck!

Fuck.

Do you have any idea what you'’ve brought down on this bureau?

I thought C.A.B. was fucked during the riots. I was wrong.

This is what fucked looks like.

Can you hear it?

Can anyone in this room hear it?

Hear what?

Tomorrow'’s fucking headline!

Captain--

You violated administrative duty.

You lied about having a CI after you busted the brothel.

You busted a brothel?

You irrevocably ass-fucked an entire investigation

of the speaks so the two of you could have it for your own.

AND NOW WE HAVE NOTHING!

The speaks are done!

The players, if they have half-a-brain

in their criminal heads, are gone!

Not one single arrest -- nothing!

You turned on the lights and let the roaches run back

into the cracks to regroup!

And now we'’re back to square one!

We fucked up.

Oh, don'’t be modest, Liesl,

you and Turse did so much more than that.

We'’re sorry.

Fuck you. You'’d do it again given half a chance

because the only thing you two give a shit about

are the credits.

Well, assuming you still have a job --

which is saying a lot at this point --

the C.A.B. credit program is officially no more.

And in case tonight'’s foray into bad police work

has left you all stupid -- that means...

...no more fucking credits!

Including the ones for the brothel bust.

You don'’t get advancement here, anymore.

You don'’t get promotions.

There'’s no moving up the ladder.

You get a job. You do that job or you get nothing!

And where the fuck were you?

Right. Right.

I have ex-wives I don'’t talk to anymore.

I have a dead son.

I haven'’t taken a normal piss in years...

and I have personal debt that will never, ever be paid off.

I have this job.

You have this job.

I'’m not saying that's all I have that'’s worth anything --

it'’s all you have that's worth anything, too.

You just don'’t know it yet.

This job... is the only thing the city has and, right now,

it'’s on fucking fire because of you assholes.

Take a look around, you fucks.

This city is under siege.

The walls have already been breached.

And every one of you selfish pricks

need to ask yourself just one question:

Why am I in this room?

Because if you'’re not here to work together,

I'’m telling you, you're in the wrong fucking room.

Credits? Wrong fucking room.

Promotions? OCID? Mi familia?

Wrong fucking room.

But if you'’re here to fight, then you'’re in luck,

because "fight" is all I have to offer all you motherfuckers.

"Fight" is all that'’s left.

And it will be dirty, it will be dangerous, it will be thankless,

and I'’m not even sure this fight is even winnable.

Even if it is - the only prize is

we get to stay on and fight some more.

That'’s what I have for you.

That'’s what's in front of us at this late hour.

You want that?

You want to come together and fight for this department?

For this city?

For what this city used to be --

for what this city could be again?

As a team?

This is that room.

[Door slams]

Madame Speaker.

I didn'’t realize election season was upon us, already.

Eat shit.

But I'’m saving room for yours.

You'’ve read the papers this morning?

Oh, I'’m still learning to read,

but the pictures are terribly exciting.

I don'’t know whose dick you sucked

to keep this embarrassment of a unit open after the riots

but I promise you, dead white kids, all I need

to crucify your bloated carcass to the ground.

Save the melodrama.

You don'’t give two fucks about dead white kids.

Why don'’t you tell me

why you care so much about C.A.B. --

I'’m betting OCID doesn't get such a warm reception.

Careful, McKeutchen. Sometimes cancer comes early.

How sweet. I'’ll sew that on my pillow.

Oh, in answer to your question

about C.A.B.'’s miraculous longevity...

I don'’t really mind the taste.

You will.

Reassure me.

I wasn'’t involved. Only monitored.

That will help.

I'’ve got a call out to see if we can stall

but it may be out of my hands this time.

This one was... things are far more political since the riots.

Yes, speaking of politics, I saw a familiar face last night.

At the speaks?

Interesting. That it?

No. All C.A.B. computers have been hacked.

Standard malware. We'’ve had a tail since the brothel bust.

Standard vehicle.

It reads "Home Team" to me.

Not possible. I'’d know.

Someone'’s out there.

[singing] ♪ Sing a song of thunder A long and echoing tone ♪

♪ A song to keep nightmares at bay ♪

♪ A song that'’s... ♪

Send it down the path you take.

I shot one of those fuckers.

You check the hospitals.

Already checked them.

All of them?

Don'’t tell us. We checked them all.

Newark?

New Jersey can suck my dick.

Highest rate of shootings there per month.

I wanted to fly under the radar with a gunshot wound,

I'’d go there.

Huh. Yeah, yeah -- we checked Newark, too.

We should fucking check newark, fucking douchebag.

So, who'’s your CI?

Fuck you.

What did you say to me?

He said "fuck you," chuck steak.

What do you think you'’re trying to accomplish here?

We all know he'’s a fucking cab driver--

You don'’t know shit.

Gotta a list of dome lights from the raid last night.

You were there?

You were there last night and you didn'’t help?

Didn'’t I?

Flash bang. That was you.

Motherfucker.

You can'’t leave this station. There are no more credits.

But, if I can make some headway, I can take some heat off of you.

I'’ll find out without you. But... you help... I'’ll help.

Who'’s your CI?

His name'’s Arun.

Arun?

Yeah.

Your fuckin'’ CI is a fuckin' cab driver named Arun?

Yeah. So what?

Arun, motherfucker?

Arun?

That'’s your phone number.

Never seen it.

You were selling drugs with Eyad before he was killed.

Don'’t sell drugs.

We know cabbies are getting killed because of it.

We know it'’s tied to the speaks.

We know the switch is in the cabs.

Where do you reup?

Hey, asshole, I'’m trying to help you.

You'’re not trying to help me.

You don'’t give a shit about me.

You don'’t give a shit about cab drivers.

Some white people get killed -- that'’s in the papers --

everyone'’s screaming, wrings their hands:

"How can this happen?"

Three of us already got killed

and another one'’s gone missing.

What do you do?

You use it as leverage to get something out of me!

You'’re the asshole. Asshole.

Who exactly is missing?

I haven'’t heard from Raj in days.

The police don'’t answer my calls.

I'’ve been calling every day - and I get nothing, no response.

We'’re here now. When was the last time you spoke?

Three days ago.

He called me from lunch at his favorite deli.

Where is this deli?

It is called Superior Deli.

It'’s at 47th and 10th.

You have a cell phone number from Raj?

We may be able to trace his call.

Thank you.

Got it.

That was More.

He wants us to run a number.

I got it.

Excuse me, I believe you have one of my drivers in custody.

This is the deli where Raj called his wife.

Blood.

Blood?

Someone could have dropped a taco.

Fucking More.

This is where it happened.

He'’s been moved.

This doesn'’t seem right.

If this is Raj, this location looks more like a dump site.

Doesn'’t feel like it fits.

Last cab driver didn'’t fit either.

He was shot and killed.

No torture.

So if this is Raj, the MO is changing.

Maybe whoever'’s doing this has less time now

and they'’re just getting on with it.

This person was dragged but there'’s no bloody drag marks --

which means they either waited for the blood to dry or...

[Cell phone rings]

Liesl. Ahuh, you got an address?

Yeah, I know where that is.

We got a hit on the second phone.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

How many guesses do I get?

This threatens my arrangement!

I didn'’t say anything specific.

You said enough.

Just take it easy.

Fuck you, take it easy!

She came into my office, throwing her weight around.

I think it'’s been duly established

this isn'’t your office anymore.

The hell it isn'’t!

Listen, fuck-head, you want to be that worm on that hook,

pretend otherwise, you go ahead...

be that worm and squirm the fuck away...

A worm?

But don'’t come into my world and rearrange the furniture

cause you don'’t see the writing on the wall.

Don'’t confuse truth with facts,

and don'’t pretend that we are aligned

and don'’t you, for a moment,

think that my eyes aren'’t wide open

just because you'’ve elected to pretend you'’re still a cop.

I am still a cop!

It'’s over, Colum!

Our offices have been sold.

We sold them.

All we are now is a... name on the door.

That'’s still an American door.

Fuck are you talking about?

Nothing.

Good. That'’s what you can tell them

next time they come poking around.

You can tell them fucking nothing.

Open or closed?

Closed.

Still think they have less time?

What the fuck is this?

It'’s a message.

For who?

Us.

♪ ♪