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[GHOST ON THE HIGHWAY by The Gun Club plays]

You'’re gonna kill us, man!

Slow down a little bit, slow down!

Is something burning here?

Possible.

Slow down.

It'’s a fucking bus!

I said slow down man, slow down!

Watch out for the kid!

You fucking motherfucker!

So...

Slow down, slow down, slow down, slow down!

Slow down!

Slow down...

Slow down more, slow down, slow down!

You motherfucker!

Was that good for you?

Department of Treasury! Don'’t shoot!

Don'’t shoot!

Don'’t shoot!

We are armed!

We'’re US Treasury agents!

Yeah?

MCKEUTCHEN [V.O.] Congratulations, assholes.

You two just turned the whole fucking city upside down.

You meet me at the CAB. Now!

But we'’re the lead on scene.

I don'’t give a fuck. I'll clean up your mess -- again.

You just get up here now!

McKeutchen wants us back at the Precinct.

If I lose my fucking shield over this,

I'’m gonna fucking kill you.

Get in line.

I'’m fucking driving!

Hey, where the fuck you guys going?!

♪ ♪

What the fuck are you talking about, McKeutchen?

Drug ring that uses taxicabs.

You'’re shitting us, right?

I shit thee not.

The TLC has every hack in the fleet wired.

There are cameras in half of them now,

there are the GPS meters,

there are cameras on every major intersection traffic signal

and TLC enforcement in unmarked cars.

The cabbies couldn'’t take a piss without someone knowing.

All due respect...

Oh, we'’re well past that, shithead.

Asshole.

The cabs are connected.

To these, what, speakeasies?

We call '’em speaks.

Cute.

I'’m here all week.

Hey, Lock that shit up!

Sir.

A cabbie serving drug customers today, he'’d be rolling in cash.

What is there a question in there?

Where'’s the fuckin' money?

That is why we'’re investigating

You couldn'’t investigate your own dick in the shower.

You'’d know about my dick.

I will seriously beat you to death.

And you? What the fuck are you in all of this?

I'’m not. Nothing to do with today'’s extracurricular drama.

Cocksucker.

Fuck you.

Then why the fuck were you on the sidelines

while this colossal turd was racing towards the toilet?

That'’s a much better question.

Fuck you.

Which one of you idiots called the surge patrol?

My men did what they thought best under the circumstances.

Your men thought it best

to play cat and mouse with a Treasury car?

Yeah, why is Treasury spying on C.A.B. in the first place?

Answer the question, Captain!

They didn'’t know who it was.

Come on they knew something.

It'’s not their fault that ALPR

was too slow to respond.

You know, I'’m glad you brought up the word "fault" -

because it is their fault.

It'’s your fuckin' fault, too

you poor fucking excuse for a policeman.

And who the fuck are you?

He'’s ESU. C.A.B. volunteer.

Why does that sound like bullshit?

Why don'’t you consult a priest.

So tell me, after all this, we'’re wrapping this case up.

Please tell me you have something to show for this

other than two extremely pissed-off Treasury officers.

Not yet.

Not yet?

Of all the fucking wrong answers...

This is an ongoing investigation.

Repeating that like you got Tourettes

isn'’t going to save your ass, you know?

Dickhead.

May I make a suggestion?

I wish you wouldn'’t.

Ah, yes, New York'’s most famous serial killers.

Your reputation precedes you.

To think that one day I'’ll be able to say I knew you when.

Oh, thanks.

Sir.

Enlighten us, Liesl, is it?

Yeah, Liesl. So, we had a cabbie, Arun,

but somehow he got released.

I suggest we get him back

and hook his nuts up to a car battery.

We juice that fucker enough,

he'’ll tell us anything we want to know in no time.

How the fuck do you sleep at night?

What'’s sleep?

Hello boys. Is this where you all suck each other off?

Smells about right.

Fuck you, Totentantz.

You too, Rio.

FBI has no jurisdiction in this room.

You stuck your thick head into a federal investigation.

That would be my thick head.

Oh. Hello. Fuck you, too.

No smoking.

I read the signs.

Not in the mood for your bullshit right now.

Well all your bullshit brings mine.

So open up and swallow.

I repeat. We'’re having an internal conversation here.

That means no feds, you dickhead.

Oh, my feelings.

Yeah, I used to have those.

This is the story, you sorry fucks.

Someone made a decision to step on a federal investigation.

So I am here to stay, right up your asses

until I get an answer that I like.

And I want my men released.

You think you can handle that?

Or do you think you'’ll fuck that up, too?

Fuck off.

He'’s right. Fuck you.

No, fuck you, NYPD!

It'’s bad enough you've become the sorriest excuse

for law enforcement in this country

but now you gotta fuck it up for everyone else?

I swear to God almighty if any of your shit gets on me

I will clean your house.

Personally.

And who the fuck is this guy?

I'’m here to see Joss...

...actually, I don'’t know her last name.

She'’s got blonde hair and...

Name?

Renny.

Renny.

45th floor. End of the hall.

Oh... hello.

You like it rough, huh?

I'’m here to see Joss.

Is that all you want to see?

How old are you?

I'’ve been enjoying your photographic work

in ROUND-OFF.

You'’ve quite the eye.

Always good to see.

Bet you see a lot.

[Door opens] Renny!

Someone'’s been drinking.

What can I say? Weekdays make me sad.

Which is why they always end.

I see you'’ve met my cousin, Meghan.

Not formally.

Nothing formal about that one.

I can'’t help what people say.

Meghan'’s just got back from school.

I'’ve been telling her all about you.

That can'’t be good.

Which makes it very good.

Like you said, people talk.

Don'’t be modest.

From what I hear, you'’re quite the man of many talents.

He is. Renny is quite the legendary figure in my circles.

Always wanted to meet a legend.

Quite a lot of gin in here for a gin and tonic.

Subtlety'’s key.

To business.

What exactly did you have in mind?

How much have you got on you?

How much is in there?

250.

What are you asking?

Fifty large.

How do we know it'’s any good?

I'’ll be right back.

About your eyes...

What'’s this?

File you requested from homicide. Sign.

What do you got there?

Murder three.

The one that doesn'’t match the others?

Yeah.

That'’s a dead end.

Where the fuck is More?

How should I know?

As soon as you track down More, let me know

because his bullshit ends here and now.

McKeutchen doesn'’t say nothing about More?

Not to me.

I put his name out there in the system.

Anything back?

Nothing.

There'’s got to be something on him. Somewhere.

Where'’s McKeutchen?

He had to hang back for another meeting.

Bet his ass is getting rode hard.

[Laughing]

I get Reale all over this.

Yeah.

But does it bother you how fast Totentantz

showed up on the scene?

Seemed fast to you, too?

Maybe he didn'’t get here fast at all.

Either he did or he didn'’t.

I'’m saying, maybe he didn'’t show up so fast

cause he was already here?

Who'’s he here for?

You and I should work a little more closely on this.

I think you may be right.

Totentantz...

I'’d love to put a bullet in that prick.

Take a fuckin'’ number.

So this is all your idea?

What is?

This purchase.

Me? I'’m just a kid.

A kid who'’s setting up a franchise at boarding school.

Is that what I'’m doing?

It'’s what I see with my eyes.

Is that what you see?

You employ a 20 percent mark up once you start distributing,

split the costs, even keeping a small stash for yourself.

With the money you make,

the stash would end up paying for itself -

free Specials, which you can keep... or sell.

Don'’t hate me because I'’m beautiful.

You'’re smooth.

Smooth, huh?

Very.

Got any other observations for me?

All that dancing might go better with some music.

Who says I don'’t have that already?

Music.

Music.

Music. Music.

Music.

Softly.

You sure? Feeling awfully hard to me.

[SPACING by Straightjacket Fits plays]

Take me back to 60th Street.

I need to see Joss.

Your name?

I was just here.

Name?

Renny.

Renny is down here. Okay.

She'’s busy.

What? No, no, no. I need to see her now.

[Cell phone rings]

LA [V.O.] Sorry to hear you'’re going out of business.

This isn'’t over.

It is for you.

[Gunshots]

This was just a "hello."

If I wanted it to be "goodbye"

I think we both know how it would end.

You fucking bitch.

If it makes you feel better to say that.

[Click]

Hey, it'’s me. Where the fuck are you?

We'’ll need to step everything up Tonight.

Call me back.

[Phone rings]

McKeutchen.

RONNEY RADIANT [V.O.] What the fuck am I seeing on the news?

Ronney...

No, You'’re not seeing me. Care to take a second guess?

Okay, listen.

A fucking car chase?

I thought we had an agreement!

We did. We do.

Then why is a fucking C.A.B. car

chasing a Treasury car without me in it?

I was taken as much by surprise as you.

That'’s supposed to make me feel better?

Not a rhetorical statement, by the way.

Why don'’t you come to the office.

Why, so can make more promises you can'’t keep?

I got a dating APP for that.

A story. I have a story.

An exclusive for you.

Don'’t fuck with me, McKeutchen. I don'’t like that.

I'’m not.

Don'’t disappoint me again.

Shit.

Anything from Joss?

Still hasn'’t answered her phone.

Not the best of signs.

For all I know, she'’s ditched it by now.

Dear boy.

Went back again just now and a different doorman told me

she just left on a trip.

Sounds like they went to Meghan'’s school --

you said she was still in school, yes?

No idea where.

Somewhere youth still applies.

With my fucking merchandise.

I hate to say I told you so, boyo.

But you will.

You got played by a couple of whitebread, private-school,

trust-fund bunnies.

Like a fucking amateur.

At least you got fucked before you got fucked.

ANNOUNCER [V.O.] Your future is in our hands.

Have you told him yet?

Sure, he was my first call.

So what is this?

This is me losing his goods, unable to make payments,

in debt up to my eyeballs.

You still have your looks.

Mostly.

But you'’ve got two directions you can take this.

Tell Reza the truth

and throw yourself on his mercy...

Something he'’s not known for.

Or replace what you lost.

What I lost? You were at Le Yef with me when LA jacked the cabs.

You were a party to -- you can get hurt by this, too.

All Reza cares about is his money.

And he has mine in hand. You'’re the one falling short.

But there'’s always the paco trade.

Tell me you'’re not trading in paco.

It'’s not glamorous by any stretch

but it does provide some quick cash --

as long as you don'’t mind

how sweaty some of those bills can get.

Powder, maybe, but paco... I don'’t know.

I can make a call for you.

We'’re drug dealers, Renny.

Try a little context as you search desperately

for a way out of the hole you'’re in.

No thank you.

And that'’s your problem.

You'’ve always thought you were so much better

than the sum of your parts.

Maybe I just have better luck

throwing myself at the mercy of Marcus McNunn.

Not a bad idea, that.

Round-Off is the legitimate side of the street.

You were always partial to that view.

He'’d humiliate me.

Reza would do far worse.

[phone pings]

Oh dear.

What is it?

It'’s Arun. Apparently there'’s been another one.

Hers or ours.

Ours I'’m afraid.

Who?

His name was Amir.

Amir?

Reza hired him last week,

actually before our last Le Yef.

He was from Syria, poor chap.

I mean the horrors he must have escaped

only to have found worse here.

Not to put too fine a point on things, Renny,

try not to turn your nose up too high

to someone reaching out a helpful hand.

After all, prevail does come before pride.

So does prey.

This is bullshit.

At least you had fun fucking with Treasury.

I didn'’t know that's what I was doing.

You didn'’t?

Seriously?

How would I know?

Pretty obvious.

Those idiots aren'’t exactly known for their stealth.

Fuck are you two talking about?

We knew they were following us right out of the gate.

What?

They were following us before they were following you.

It'’s no big deal.

Yeah, they only started following you

cause we got admin duty.

Treasury was following you?

oh, we couldn'’t say for sure it was Treasury at the time

but only the feds are that bad at it.

Same car. Same surveil strategy.

And you didn'’t say anything?

To who?

Anybody!

Fuck do I care what they do?

It'’s fucking Treasury, Liesl.

Hey, there'’s all sorts of players out here now.

As long as they'’re out of my way --

it ain'’t my job to keep it straight.

When?

When, what?

When did they start following you?

The brothel bust was when I first noticed them.

Hold on. Hold on.

Who'’s that guy you popped?

Which one?

The one at the brothel. The one that got sprung.

Mark Shewkesbury.

Shewkesbury. What did he do?

You need me to explain to you what men do in brothels?

[Laughing]

For a living.

He'’s a hedge fund guy.

Hedge fund?

Yeah, hold up.

He runs a hedge fund, actually.

True Apothecary.

They were following him.

When you pinched him, they started following us.

So the fuck, what?

What good does any of this do us?

Pull up... Sunshine Taxi Garage.

What were you thinking?

What did she say?

Is that'’s an answer?

We don'’t need her bullshit.

We need her money, you dumb fuck.

The speaks are over --

isn'’t that what all this was about anyway?

Hey, asshole, what this was about

was not about how they spend their money --

which we still need by the way.

I talked to McKeutchen.

About this?

Are you out of your fucking mind?

He'’s in a similar situation.

I don'’t care if it's identical.

We have a plan. Hear me out.

Hey, I'’m Renny Taylor, I'm here to see Marcus McNunn.

Is Mr. McNunn expecting you?

He sees me all the time.

Have a seat.

I have a Renny Taylor here for Mister McNunn.

Oh, should I call security?

Okay, I'’ll tell him.

Mister McNunn is booked in back to back today.

I don'’t mind waiting.

I'’m not sure that you'’re understanding me.

I'’m one of his bigger photographers.

I understand that, sir.

He'’s just not going to be able to see you.

At any time today. I'’m... sorry.

Give me money.

No.

Ah, come on.

You'’re a bum.

Well you ain'’t smelling so special.

Ah, bad day, huh?

Well cheer the fuck up.

I'’ve had a bad year.

[Laughing]

You think this is what I wanted in life?

You think this is what I wanted to be when I grew up?

What did you want to be?

Huh?

What did you want to be?

When I grew up?

When you were a kid.

Give me money.

What did you want to be?

Envied.

Yeah.

LIESL [V.O.] Any word from More?

Nothing.

What do you got?

Well we know Mark Shewkesbury is the head of an investment fund,

True Apothecary.

I did some research on True Apothecary

and there'’s a relationship

between them and this Sovereign Wealth Fund.

Which means that'’s what Treasury was really investigating

and we just walked into it.

C.A.B. Group One? What are you guys doing back?

Shit.

Fucking More.

Hey, you can'’t just fucking barge in here.

I can do anything I want, DiBiasi.

No fucking smoking in here.

Why don'’t you just look the other way.

You'’re good at that.

If you'’re about to ask me out,

I think I should tell you I'’m flattered but taken.

Nice office.

You know my favorite thing about this office?

You'’ve been carrying on out here a long time without rules.

I see that. I get that.

It'’s the way things have been.

No boundaries, without a law.

And just remember one thing, my dumb dago sonofabitch,

you can'’t carry on out here much longer without a side.

It'’s okay, well and good, you'’re stomping around,

carving out your little fiefdom, with your man bun,

it'’s like being young all over, oh.

But eventually, milk and cookie time ends, and everyone chooses

which side of the cot they'’re gonna be sleeping on.

Chose well.

Let'’s get started. Yeah. Now.

This place is ripe.

Smells like it.

His name was Emir Kasan... Kas... it begins with a K.

Came here all the way from Syria.

Who told him it was gonna be any better over here?

Again, the MO is different.

One shot. Clean kill. No torture.

Still dead.

We have to find something here that More didn'’t.

There'’s not much here.

At the... at the Sunshine Garage

they were saying that drivers moonlight at different places.

Maybe we just need to find the ones

Amir here is registered with.

Who'’s gonna help us with that?

I know someone. I'’ll put you in touch.

What'’s that?

Not sure yet.

[Cell phone rings]

Santiago.

We'’re gonna wrap up here if you'’re all done.

Okay.

That was McKeutchen.

What did he want?

He just got off the phone with DiBiasi.

And what did he want?

He wanted to extend a courtesy and let us know

that OCID had a report about shots fired last night.

So fucking what?

He said it was reported to have happened

at a copy shop downtown.

That mean something to you?

It does now.

More was right.

There was a gunshot victim in Newark

the night of the Le Yef shooting.

His description matched one of our shooters.

The ER Doctor was Polish --

something our guy must not have known.

Doctor over-heard him say something about a copy shop

into his cell phone. No location.

But he was clear it was a copy shop.

I'’ll get to Divya.

Hey, text us the address of the copy shop.

I just did.

You'’re here?

Should I not be?

Thank you for seeing me.

Sorry it has to be under such clandestine circumstances.

Everyone has a side.

I hope you can appreciate mine.

No protests are coming.

Tomorrow.

I need to get a hold of Arun.

He'’s very important to our investigation.

He can help us stop the murders.

I don'’t keep tabs on every taxi driver in the fleet.

But you know all the garages they work for.

So you'’ll help?

Santiago'’s got a line on Arun.

That'’s fast.

Okay, he'’s good.

Fuck him anyway.

[Laughing]

We placed surveillance on one of LA'’s body guards.

...has a friend.

You knew about this?

He'’s been working a scam on you.

A scam you knew about?

No. I don'’t know or agree with what he'’s up to

but he'’s been freelancing, selling paco,

that he'’s made off of your merchandise.

He knew you were moving on LA'’s territory.

He tried recruiting me for her.

I wouldn'’t play ball, so she...

She had her men beat me up.

Look at my face, Reza, you know I'’m not lying.

So, you won'’t play ball.

She also works for LA.

Not a bodyguard though.

Just a body.

No.

How long you been seeing this curva?

What'’s our story with him?

Probable cause?

Works for me.

You think I didn'’t know?

Reza wait, I can explain.

You almost got away with it.

Reza, listen to me.

Even if you were telling the truth,

there'’s no way I could trust what you say.

Yes, You can, Reza. I'’ll make it up to you.

Just give me a chance to make it back.

I'’ll pay you back every penny, I swear.

We can work this out.

You want to negotiate with me Now?

Reza, please!

Hristos.

You Americans. You'’re such fucking babies.

No, wait, Reza. I didn'’t mean, please, DON'’T!

Renny, you take orders, you don'’t give them.

Don'’t you understand?

I can bring you Prince William!

I'’ll bring Prince William to you!

How do you know I don'’t have him already?

Because he'’s smart. He hides.

But I know all of his hiding places

and I'’ll deliver him to you.

Promises mean so little in moments like this.

[Screams]

[Gun shots]

I want Prince William.

I'’ll bring him to you. I'’ll bring him to you.

These fucking guys!

Fuck!

Not now, Detective.

Now.

Tell me about this ticket?

What'’s this?

You know exactly what this. You just haven'’t told me.

Listen, you'’re the last--

I just played chase with the Treasury Department.

Watched you get your asses handed to you by the FBI.

I look at More and know he may not be either

but he sure the fuck isn'’t ESU.

So if you want me to stay on you'’re gonna start talking

because I'’m not running around blind anymore

and I ain'’t taking the fall, not for you for him or anyone.

Detective--

Fuck you!

Watch it!

You fucking lied to me!

I prioritized!

Prioritize this!

The speaks are real.

The pressure from the city to shut down the speaks was real.

But... but the...

Tell me.

C.A.B.'’s investigation into the speaks wasn'’t. Not exactly.

What was it? Exactly.

It was a cover.

A cover for what?

Think about this. You'’re mad.

You feel like you'’ve been lied to...

you'’re hot, you think full disclosure is an answer.

But you think about what you'’re asking

and you think about how you'’re gonna feel

when you get to the other side of it -- once you know.

I'’m done thinking.

I'’m waring you, you can't un-hear this shit.

Tell me!

You'’re not gonna like any of what I'’m about to tell you

and if you repeat it in a public setting,

I'’ll deny saying it and you will go to jail.

The city isn'’t the only entity worried about the speaks.

The problem wasn'’t the violence or the drugs.

I mean the city cared about that much -- I cared about that much.

The city, I'’m sorry to say, can'’t protect us anymore.

But there was another entity that could.

They could keep all the forces that wanted C.A.B. closed

after Aubrey Bright and the riots at a distance.

But they don'’t care about drugs or violence or the city.

They care about the money --

who it'’s coming from and where it going to.

They also wanted to know who was slowing down

the investigation and OCID.

So you'’re saying someone outside the department,

outside the city is keeping C.A.B. going?

All that bullshit about Noricum Ripense and tax money--

Taxes are being spent on C.A.B.

It'’s just not state or local anymore.

That money'’s gone.

You sold C.A.B. out all the same?

It'’s for sale whether I like it or not.

That'’s a "yes?"

You don'’t realize how competitive

the market for this town has become.

Is that why all the feds are here?

I don'’t know why they'’re here exactly.

[Cell phone rings]

But what I know now --

and shut your phone off!

It'’s Liesl.

Fuckin'’ shut it off.

There'’s a lot you need to know and when we'’re done,

you need to go talk to More.

Why?

Because he'’s in charge. It'’s his op.

I'’m just some sorry putz with his name on the door.

So... who is he?

No more bullshit.

Tell me.

♪ ♪