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Tell me.

He'’s military.

The calls you made to Camp Lejune,

which were reported, were right on target.

That'’s where he started his training.

After he was finished he went off the grid.

Black Ops. Afghanistan. Iraq.

Doesn'’t answer to anyone, not even the President.

He'’s a ghost.

That ticket you managed to find,

is the only evidence he even exists.

Why him?

Uncle Sam was worried about our city.

We had riots, bankruptcy, lack of food and water.

Hey, it'’s no big deal.

Just a breakdown of society as we know it.

This city needed bailing out; which meant a shit ton of money.

But seeing as our money wasn'’t worth anything anymore,

we had our fair share of over-seas investors.

You just told me the money was Federal.

You said C.A.B. was still trading in American dollars.

C.A.B. is as far as I know.

Are you saying this is happening

in other departments in the city?

Noricum Ripense.

That'’s why More's here?

You'’ll have to ask him that.

I don'’t need to talk to him to know

that his being here is a

violation of the Posse Comitatus Act.

Look at you, "“night school."”

Anyhow you'’re wrong.

The PCA was a product of Reconstruction.

After the Civil War,

the Army had garrisons all over the South,

where they had bushwhackers and the Klan

and other outstanding citizens exercising

their constitutional right to be assholes.

The civil policing that the Army was forced

to carry out meant that they were getting sucked into

"“political situations"” that Congress figured

that federal troops had no business being in.

And it'’s supposed to keep the military

from prosecuting civil law enforcement.

PCA itself, is a statute from 1878.

Title Eighteen.

It'’s not a constitutional provision.

The military can and does get involved.

But there are no boundaries,

not as you imagine them.

Why would you agree to this?

C.A.B. was finished after the riots.

I wasn'’t.

They reached out to me, I made my deal.

And I did it for the city.

Besides...

I'’m a friend of the Corps.

Go see More.

I need to hear the rest.

I told you too much already.

He knows we'’re talking.

He'’ll text you where to meet.

What if I don'’t like what I hear?

Kid, you'’re gonna hate it.

How much of One Police Plaza knows what you'’re doing here?

Commissioner. Maybe the DA. AG.

Why were you talking to DC Derricks?

Derricks is head of Counter Terror operations,

he asked to be kept in the loop.

What were you talking about?

He was curious if I was the only operator embedded in the NYPD.

Are you?

What are you?

I'’m a scar.

A what?

S C A R/H U M I N T.

It stands for strike coordination, reconnaissance.

Human Intelligence.

That'’s what you are?

That'’s what I do.

Who sent you?

Classified.

Oh, no, no, no, pendejo,

that song doesn'’t play here anymore.

Who sent me won'’t help you understand

this thing any better.

Mother fucker you called me to come to you, I'’m here.

Start fucking talking.

And tell you what?

The fucking truth.

What will that do?

Don'’t you...

Set you free?

[Speaking a foreign language]

The truth will just cut you loose.

Fuck you.

Hey, Carl.

Jesus fuckin'’...

Fucking.

I didn'’t see the ocean til I was seventeen.

Spent a lot of time in it during training.

Taught me something I didn'’t know, the ocean.

I like coming here when I can.

Reminds me.

Oh, of what?

We need to work together on this.

If it makes you feel better, I'’ll tell you what I can.

What I can'’t, I'’ll help you get there.

Your voice, what'’s, what's wrong with your voice?

I was out on a long patrol with my unit and we were ambushed.

I took a piece of RPG to the throat.

The scar tissue presses on my larynx.

It hurts to talk?

It requires an effort to speak clearly.

So, you are a SCAR.

Does that mean you'’re a soldier, a spy?

You'’re asking the wrong questions.

I'’m not asking your questions.

It'’s disappointing.

When I'’m not in the room you ask all the right ones.

Who I am...

Who is putting operators like me

into the police force is irrelevant.

Why?

Because I don'’t make policy and neither do they.

We'’re just the ones who execute it.

Don'’t ask who. Don't ask what.

Ask why. Why would someone send me to New York City?

Okay, why? Why are you here?

You already know part of that answer.

The United Arab Emigrates fund.

That'’s one part.

And the other part?

Who'’s involved with it.

And who'’s that?

The name would mean nothing to you.

What'’s important is that they built a network here,

it'’s moving drugs and other contraband

through speaks connected by cabs.

Bringing them in could tell us

everything about the bigger picture.

What bigger picture?

Treasury started following us after

the Narc Sharks arrested Shewkesbury.

They didn'’t care about C.A.B.

They cared about him, right?

And their investigation of the UAE fund.

Shewkesbury runs an investment fund.

Why would that be interesting to Treasury?

Because he'’s dirty.

Not just him.

Is Shewkesbury connected to who you'’re following?

No. But he'’s a part of it.

Elaborate.

Just think it through.

I want to know if I was right about you.

C.A.B is tasked with cracking

the speaks but we find dope in cabs instead.

The dead cabbies thrown in here.

But while some fit a profile of

torture/murder two of them don'’t.

What does that tell you, exactly?

That there are different killers.

Which, in this context, tells you.

This isn'’t about a serial killer or killings or robberies.

It'’s a gang war.

Correct.

So, who'’s doing the killing?

Our target is one part of it.

And the other part?

Someone local.

Who?

You don'’t know, do you?

Doesn'’t matter.

It matters, it matters to me.

People are dying.

These people have families.

Those families won'’t help you get any closer

to the answers you'’re looking for.

I disagree.

You want the answers you'’re after,

you'’re gonna have to sacrifice more than just your crucifix.

The FBI is mixed up in this shit,

Torentantz isn'’t here just because of our car chase, right.

It'’s protocol for the FBI to get involved

anytime someone interferes with a federal investigation.

But he was here pretty fast.

What does that tell you?

That he was already here.

Maybe they'’re investigating this, too, or part of it.

Why and what are they investigating is the question?

You already know C.A.B. is paying for something it needs,

something the city and state can no longer provide.

Do you really think that what'’s happening at C.A.B.

is only happening in New York City?

This is happening in other places?

Connect the dots.

I can'’t.

You already are.

I don'’t know, man.

It'’s been staring you in the face since the beginning.

I only know pieces.

What do those pieces tell you?

Think, Sixto.

We investigate the speaks, we find drugs, dead cabbies

and a turf war. A sovereign wealth fund.

Liesl and Turse arrest the head of an investment fund at

a whore house driven by a cab connected

to the sovereign wealth fund

and now we have the Treasury Department investigating us

because they were following Shewkesbury

in connection to that same fund.

But it'’s bigger than little

whore mongering Mark Shewkesbury, isn'’t it?

Because if it wasn'’t this would all be over but it'’s not.

It'’s not.

FBI. My boss. State. Federal. Foreign. Domestic.

Why, why are all these elements in New York City?

And don'’t forget,

I'’m only a possibility because

your department can not exist without me.

What'’s the one thing everyone in this equation

is either chasing or handing out?

Money?

And influence. Ask yourself the only question that matters: Why?

McKeutchen says New York is for sale.

That'’s how. Tell me why.

To wash.

That'’s it?

This whole thing is about money?

It'’s about washing dirty money?

Trillions of dollars worth.

If this is happening everywhere,

not just New York.

If every state and local municipality is being paid off

by an outside group with their own agenda,

their own directives,

who'’s really running this country?

It'’s Liesl.

They got a line on Arun.

How the fuck did they manage that?

Put him in touch with Divya.

Arun will get us to the other cab driver from the speaks.

We'’ll stake out the cab protest today.

They'’ll be releasing Carl in a few days.

White sharks die if they'’re kept in captivity.

They weren'’t meant to be cooped up and monitored.

Speaking of monitoring,

you should know Treasury has all

C.A.B. phones and computers tapped.

What?

Always wondered where these fucks went

when they turned their off duty lights on.

Stay sharp.

All good things.

Hey.

You didn'’t think we'd find you?

Changing garages, naughty, naughty.

I was told you had no right to hold me.

We'’re gonna do more than hold you, you fuck.

I'’ll scream.

Go ahead. Maybe someone will call the cops.

I'’ll try him again.

You know who. Ta. A beep.

Hey, it'’s me again.

Look, I just wanted to make sure you understood

the timely nature of this deal I was telling you about.

I really do think we could both

come out of this in a great place.

Give me a call back.

Would love to meet up and go over the details with you.

Okay.

You want something to drink?

I have seltzer.

In position.

In position.

Yeah, yeah. We'’re fuckin' in position.

You see your boy, you point him out.

He'’s not my "“boy"”, alright, I don'’t even know his name.

Just point him out.

Otherwise we'’ll hook your nuts up to our car battery this time.

You guys aren'’t real cops, man.

Fuckin'’ A.

Thank you for helping us, again.

Arun, I'’m happy to help you with.

He has been more than deserving of police attention.

It'’s the others who may be involved.

Some of them are coerced,

others don'’t know how else to make their ends meet.

They'’re still breaking the law.

How many laws have you broken in order to do your job, I wonder?

You and your partner haven'’t worked together long, have you?

What? Uh, no, we haven'’t. Why?

Just confirming an observation.

Which is?

Your discomfort.

Not unlike your discomfort around me.

No, it'’s not... I'm not...

It'’s okay.

Most people are uncomfortable

when presented with something they don'’t understand.

They say that some hijra can predict the future.

Can you?

I don'’t know if I can.

For me, I do sense the time is coming when

the occupation of cabdriver will be rendered extinct,

replaced by automation.

The amount of overregulation, health hazards, cost overruns,

insurance, whipsawing fuel charges has reached a zenith.

It won'’t be long before someone creates a cost-effective

robot cabdriver, drone air transport.

Something that doesn'’t eat, doesn'’t sleep,

doesn'’t get kidney trouble

sitting behind the wheels for days at a time,

doesn'’t speed, doesn'’t get lost and maybe

even doesn'’t get into traffic accidents.

It will constantly broadcast its location to the TLC,

never talk back to customers,

and never stage a protest like this today.

All that said, as it relates to you, Detective,

I don'’t think it take a hijra to see,

in spite of your best efforts,

all of this in front of us will end badly.

There he is. Over there.

More, can you get eyes on our possible

on the west corner of Twenty Sixth.

Black male, dreadlocks, blue shirt.

Got him.

I think we got something.

His name is Ngala. He'’s a driver.

Disappointing.

Take him.

Take him back to the cab.

You'’re not letting me go?

Move dipshit.

But, I just helped.

We'’ll try to make it as easy as we can for him.

You don'’t need to make it easy.

Just make it fair.

I can promise you that.

Who'’s your boss?

Who runs the speaks.

We got you on conspiracy

and possession with intent to distribute.

Your trip sheet here shows you making runs to Newark,

so we can make it interstate trafficking, too.

You'’re looking at fifteen years minimum,

twenty if I tack on an obstruction charge.

You give us a name, we give you a deal.

Your hack license is history,

most likely your personal one, too.

The Legal Aid lawyer you'’ll get will just ask

the judge for leniency.

That means half the maximum, if you'’re lucky.

Say ten years minimum. Unless you play ball with us.

Who'’s your boss?

I used to want to be an American.

I used to want this dream.

How sweet.

As a child that'’s all I ever wanted.

To come here and live an American life.

I was willing to do what I had to do to get it.

Anger my parents, leave their comfort.

I was willing to let myself be mistreated by you,

pushed around by you, just so I could keep it.

That'’s how powerful a dream can be.

Who'’s your boss?

Take both my licenses.

Take my passport.

Fuck you talking about?

My parents run a respectable and lucrative business in India,

they have political connections and money.

I'’ll give you their number. Call them.

You think. you think I'’m going to call your Mom?

Unless you want me to talk about

how you kidnapped and tortured me,

yes, I'’m pretty sure you will.

You don'’t run this, man.

No, Detective, it'’s you who doesn't run this.

You actually don'’t run anything.

You think I'’m going to risk my life to help you,

you can'’t help yourself,

and even if I was dumb enough to help you,

nothing would change.

And I'’d be dead.

I give you my parents number, you'’ll call them,

they'’ll be angry but they'’ll still give you

the name of a real lawyer here in the city.

Then I'’ll go home and you'’ll continue

to pretend you'’re in charge.

You think you can just call out orders here?

You think you can dodge what you'’ve done?

That'’s what privilege means.

[Cell phone rings]

It'’s him.

Tell him to meet you here.

Hey!

Sorry for the delay, old boy.

Something'’s come up.

I gathered.

What I mean is, I'’ve fallen into an opportunity

that'’s going to get me out of the hole I'’m in.

But I'’ll need help, which is okay because

there will be plenty to go around.

I'’m liking what I'’m hearing so far.

Why don'’t you meet me at our usual in say an hour.

I can'’t.

I'’m waiting on the call

that'’s going make this all happen.

I'’m house-bound until then.

If you'’re interested just, swing by.

Your place? You'’ve never invited me to your place before.

First times are always best.

Indeed.

Okay, then. I'’ll see you soon.

Sixto.

I understand you'’re from the

Democratic Republic of Congo?

[Speaking a foreign language]

I was born in Ndeko,

just north of Goma,

[Speaking a foreign language]

With Uganda to the north and Brundi to the south.

[Speaking a foreign language]

But I grew up in a refugee camp near Kibati.

How long have you been in this country?

[Speaking a foreign language]

I arrived in the Spring of 2009.

[Speaking a foreign language]

And just in time to see the city fall apart.

[Speaking a foreign language]

When I arrived here some other Africans told me

that I could find work as a cab driver.

[Speaking a foreign language]

So, this is what I did.

[Speaking a foreign language]

I was doing this work for about six months.

[Speaking a foreign language]

I was living in a homeless shelter.

[Speaking a foreign language]

and I was just saving what money that I could.

[Speaking a foreign language]

So at this time a man approached me

and said that if I worked with him I could earn triple the pay.

[Speaking a foreign language]

I believe this is the man that you have

sitting in the other room.

So, you chose to break the law?

[Speaking a foreign language]

I chose to survive.

Are you aware just how much trouble this has brought you?

[Speaking a foreign language]

You say this as though I had a choice.

Bullshit.

[Speaking a foreign language]

You had a choice.

You were free to choose anything,

go anywhere you wanted in this country.

[Speaking a foreign language]

[Speaking a foreign language]

Perhaps this is true.

Perhaps, as you say in this country,

I am free to go anywhere that I choose.

[Speaking a foreign language]

To go anywhere that I choose,

but you have forgotten one vital detail.

Which is?

[Speaking a foreign language]

There is no where to go.

[Speaking a foreign language]

What he say?

He asked the name of his contact.

[Speaking a foreign language]

His name is Reynolds Taylor, but other people call him Renny.

[Speaking a foreign language]

Hold on. hold on. Go ahead.

He asked, if this Renny is tall

and with brown hair and dresses well?

[Speaking a foreign language]

Yes.

I saw him at the last speak.

[Speaking a foreign language]

Does this Renny have a house address?

Yes.

Explain this.

Well?

It wasn'’t me.

Fuck you.

I'’m telling you...

Does the phrase "mutually assured destruction"

mean anything to you?

Isabella.

Did you just use my first name?

McKeutchen knows I'’m slow tracking things,

he called me out.

Not my fucking problem.

No, this is your fucking problem:

I can slow walk everything on my end ad infinitum,

but what I can not do is prevent someone from your own

office actually attending a speak.

And just so we'’re clear,

this was the same speak where innocent constituents were shot.

I'’m almost certain you remember that speak.

I DVR'’d your performance.

Shit.

That'’s right. Shit.

It wasn'’t me.

Wasn'’t some clandestine "“source"” from inside OCID.

This is you and your team.

I have no control over what C.A.B.

investigates and it looks like someone from your office

got sloppy and decided to attend an event

knowing full well there eventually could be eyes.

Who?

I don'’t know.

Find out.

I will.

This blows up, you'’re coming with me.

I'’ll see what I can do about this

and if I can, even slow it down.

But my advice to you right now,

given the circumstances we find ourselves in,

I'’d back off and keep a low profile.

If you'’re trying to capitalize on this for your...

I'’m trying to help you.

Like you said, my ass is out there right along side you.

It is.Yeah.

Fix this.

How'’d she take it?

Right up the ass.

Lunch?

Only if it'’s liquid.

Cheer up, Mark.

This will all be over soon.

What happens to me once it is?

You don'’t have anything to worry about.

Then why am I worried?

If you want we can relocate you.

No, no.

Then relax. We'’re watching you.

Yup.

[Door bell ringing]

Answer.

Hello?

It'’s me.

Hey, uh, just, head on...

Fuck you doing?

Buzz him up.

Hey sorry, dropped something.

Come on up.

[Cell phone pings]

We'’re almost there.

You in?

You know something, boyo?

It'’s quite a beautiful day,

Why don'’t you come down?

Oh, hey, just got out of the shower.

Just come on up and we can go out.

It'’s tempting, but you come down,

we'’ll sort out all of this business.

I can'’t. Come up.

[Speaking a foreign language]

Should we buzz?

Right. Fuck.

We'’ll be right outside.

You'’re welcome.

Rich people.

Hello.

Anybody home?

Beautiful.

Cuban?

Puerto Rican.

How do you know she'’s Puerto Rican?

Please.

Thinking about selling those online or some shit?

I would'’ve killed for books like this when I was a kid.

Holy shit.

You'’re the security guard.

What'’s this?

Who'’s your boss?

You'’re the one from the Vault.

Boss!

Shit!

More. What'’s...

More, what'’s...

Who ran the speaks?

More, you'’re fucking hurting him.

That isn'’t hurting him.

This is hurting him.

Stop it, More!

Stop it!

Give me a name!

I'’m fucking warning you!

Who ran the speaks?

I will fucking shoot you!!

Tell me a name!!

Reza! Reza Varna!!

Jesus, he shit himself.

No, no, no, please.

These fucking C.A.B. cocksuckers have set us back weeks.

The whole thing now is an interagency dumpster fire.

Justice. Treasury.

That fucker who ran us all over the bridge,

that mother fucker is not ESU,

I'’ll tell you that.

Janice won'’t shave her pubes.

Says it'’s bad hygiene.

"“The hairs are there for a reason,"” blah, blah.

We'’d have him cracked by now.

Where they'’re getting their funding,

who are their clients.

We got a handle on the money that'’s coming in through the UAE

but not who'’s behind it.

True Apothecary is just receiving it

and there'’s more money coming in then what we'’ve tracked.

So, where'’s the rest coming from?

Plus she'’s squeamish about blood,

the razor bumps, can'’t even make

an argument for waxing over shaving.

Don'’t even get that far.

She says she'’d do it if I did it.

Not sexy, and again there'’d be blood.

This is a lot of money we'’re talking about.

You'’d have to able to handle that amount.

Yeah, yeah. Size matters. Definitely.

Yeah, so they would need a partner to help them

handle that kind of volume.

A nice, smooth,Smooth.

diversified and under the radar portfolio,

infrastructure, pharma.

Entertainment, fuck maybe even transportation.

It'’s not enough. She just won'’t do it.

Would you shut the fuck up about the pussy shaving.

I'’m trying to think here.

Well, I'’m trying to think, too.

Relationships are tough and in the end there'’s always blood.

Yeah, well I'’m chasing money, man.

Well stop chasing it with me already

and just sweat it out of him.

You'’re right.

Fuck!

Shit!

Call for back up!

Gilliard...

We need backup at the Safe house, right away!

Get the backup, right now, Safe house.

Fuck, fuck, where'’s my fucking gun?

Where'’s my fucking, goddamit.

Where'’s my fucking gun?

Where the fuck is it?

Where is it? Where is it?

Where is it? Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?

Fuck. fuckin'’ asshole.