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(soft eerie chiming music)

- When I was one, my mom died in a bombing.

Auntie says I look a lot like her.

My father couldn't handle the loss,

and he may or may not have killed himself

in a drunk driving accident a little while later.

I guess he really loved her.

I don't know what that's like.

I don't think I've ever known love.

Born and raised in a city where God has never been

and Satan has never felt safe.

How could I?

(footsteps thud) (tense dramatic music)

You guys ready? Mask up.

(people speak indistinctly on phone)

- Come on.

Goddamn joke.

(footsteps thud)

(electronic beeps trill)

(people speak indistinctly on phone)

- [Curtis] Is that Mom's sweater?

- [Donald] Bro, it was the only thing I could find.

- [Jimmy] Can you both chill? We need to stay focused.

- [Curtis] We're supposed to be professionals.

- [Jimmy] All right, it's clear. Let's go.

(door creaks open)

We good.

Wait, wait, wait. Gimme a second.

You brought me in here just for this?

You gotta be fucking kidding me, man.

There's nothing!

- Come on, come on. - There's barely any money.

- [Jimmy] What the fuck is this?

(people speak indistinctly)

- [Donald] Come on, come on.

There's gotta be something in here, come on.

Maybe in here?

Ah, jackpot.

- [Jimmy] Let me get this money real quick.

- [Curtis] Bro, this is it?

- Yeah, this is it. - What is this?

- [Jimmy] This is what's gonna get us outta here.

- I'm keeping the watch. - Okay.

You can keep whatever the fuck you want. Let's see.

(toilet flushes)

It's time to get going.

All right, let's go, let's go.

(electronic beeps trill)

♪ Oh ♪

( ♪ Big Daddie - Dios Es El Que Manda Ft. Temperamento ♪ )

- Jimmy, you want breakfast?

- Ooh, that is looking so good, but you know what?

I'm full, so thanks, Auntie.

- Why are you so happy?

- What are you talking about? I'm happy all the time.

- Mm-mm, mm-mm. Don't act like I don't know my boys.

What are you two up to?

- Nothing, Mom.

- Why can't we just love you?

- Oh, now you're really trying to butter me up, huh?

- If I wanted to butter you up,

I would reach into my deep pockets

and get you a whole lot of cash.

(wad thuds)

- That's for you. - What the hell is that?

- What does it look like?

- Where the hell did you get that?

- We just sold a few things.

- Oh, sold a few things my ass.

Y'all are gonna find yourself an early grave

if you keep playing with money like this.

I don't know what's gotten into your minds,

but don't think for a second
because your father's gone,

this is the type of help I want.

(doorbell beeps)

- Oh, Jimmy, we gotta go.

- Let me get my chain real quick.

- Where are you off to now?

- Don't worry, Mom. It's all legit,

promise.

- Be careful,

whatever stupid thing this is.

(doorbell beeps)

- Love you.

( ♪ Gigi K - Way Out ♪ )

- What's up Tony?

- What's going on, Don?

Who's your friends?

- That's my mans Curtis.

I told you about him before.

And this my little cousin Jimmy.

- You brought your cousin with you?

- He's pretty smart.

- Sure.

- Donald!

My boy, what's going on?

- Hey, Gabriel. How you doing, my man?

- I'm good, I'm good.

- Lot of guns out today.

- You worrying about the wrong things.

What you should be worrying about

is what you came to see me for.

Donald came through.

(pack unzips)

(items clatter)

That's big money right there.

Where'd you get it?

Come on, Gabriel. I told you. I'm your man.

- You my man? (laughs)

They not.

Who are they?

They're with me. They good.

Partners.

Nah, family.

- Family. That's beautiful.

He got family.

I never had no family. It must be nice.

- Yeah.

- I don't know nothing about that.

So is this everything,

or you got like another buyer or something?

- I sold a little bit, you know,

get some money to my mom, you know.

- To your mom. I got you.

So tell me the story on how you got this again.

I didn't, I didn't hear it.

- (exhales deeply)

We stole it from some warehouse.

My homie got the tips some drugs were being moved in.

(tense music)

- He stole it from some warehouse.

Okay.

Got you.

Don't, fucking move!

Tell me how you really got this shit.

You and your bum ass fucking family

went into my warehouse

and stole my shit and had to audacity

to try to sell me my own shit back?

- Gabriel, we didn't.

- You didn't?

Did I tell you you could fucking speak?

- Come on, Gabriel.

- Come, you know what?

Donald,

I got something for you.

You didn't, right?

This is your family, right?

- Yeah.

- You love him?

Do you love him?

That's your family. Do you love him?

You love him?

Congratulations.

You just killed your family.
Go head

(people grunt) (punches land)

- (breathing heavy)

What should we do with the bodies?

- Leave the trash outside.

That's why we have garbage people.

- Get your ass up!

(cars whoosh past)

(Jimmy whimpers)

(horn honks) (body thuds)

( ♪ SoundChild - Hallelujah, Carry Me Home ♪ )

(monitor beeps) (people chatter indistinctly)

(alarm dings) (phone rings in distance)

- Mr. Diaz, relax. Take a moment.

- The fuck is going on here?

(panting) Let me go.

- Hey, you're finally awake.

Welcome back, Mr. Diaz.

- Welcome back? What are you talking about?

Where am I?

- Please, calm down, Mr. Diaz.

You're in the hospital.

- In the hospital.

Why?

- Please,

relax.

Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?

- I, I don't know.

I, I can't really...

- It's okay, don't worry about it.

How are you feeling?

- Like I got hit by an 18-ton truck directly in my chest.

- Well, that's because someone tried to kill you,

from what we can tell.

Your wounds were pretty severe.

(siren wails)

- What?

When?

How? - We don't have the details

around what happened, but

you've been under our care for about three weeks.

- Three weeks? - Mr. Diaz, please.

We just don't want you to tear anything.

- Yes, Pauline's correct.

You're healing really well, and
we don't wanna mess that up,

especially now that you're awake.

- Three weeks.

- Unfortunately.

If you'd like a moment, Pauline and I can step out,

give you some privacy.

(phone rings in distance)

- The biggest trilogy in the last 15 years,

the last decent one was

Chuck Liddell, Randy Couture. - 50 years.

- Now we have this trilogy here,

- Not since World War III, - Jon Jones.

- probably, that's the last big trilogy.

- (laughs) We have Francis N'Gannou taking on Jon Jones,

Jon Jones, the current UFC heavyweight champion.

This is a trilogy.

First time out, Francis N'Gannou caught Jon Jones,

knocked him out on the way in, bad shot.

Jon Jones gets that rematch,

comes in with a clean take down,

works controls a little boring but ultimately wins

by submission a little later in the fight.

How do you see this one going?

We, we, we gonna get the quick knockout?

We gonna get a desperate
shot? What are we getting here?

- [Jacob] You know, typically,

I make a separate video for this, Angelo,

but I'm gonna say right now

that Francis N'Gannou is my lock of the week.

I think, I, it, it, It's just that unreal power.

It's the unreal power, and you saw the entries from Jon.

- It seems you got a lot - They're good entries.

- to learn, my man. - We can see Francis

kind of waiting for him.

I think he finds that shot waiting

for those take downs again, man.

- Man, to go against - Damn.

- what is arguably the greatest fighter of all time

is always a hard thing to do, but, I mean, he got hit hard.

He got put out.

I think he immediately regretted moving up

to heavyweight, right?

He had a nice easy run. - That's different.

Those are some big hands up there. Holy cow.

- He had a nice easy run for a while there,

fighting sort of the undersized guys,

the only, you know, the dancing, but.

(dramatic music plays on TV)

- What's going on, America?

I'm here on the East coast
keeping warm in my heated jacket,

ready to bring you the latest
updates on the sole survivor

of the violent killings that
took place a few weeks ago

in Catalina Park.

So make sure you guys tune in tonight at six o'clock.

And for those, - You know,

you gotta tell that nigga.

- It was just a few weeks ago when Jimmy Diaz

was brought through the emergency room doors

of St. Gabriel de Luna
Hospital in critical condition

after an attempted murder in Catalina of the park.

So remember to tune in at six,

and I'll have to latest his update

on (speaks indistinctly)
another incident in our city.

- [Angelo] That's why that last fight,

he was just desperate to shoot.

I think he's gonna be desperate again,

and hope he doesn't get caught on the way in.

- More desperate than me on Instagram probably.

- (laughs) That's hard to do.

- That is. That's hard to do. - Hard to do. That is a lot.

I mean, if he's shooting his shot as often

as you shoot yours on Instagram,

Jon Jones is gonna set a record

- And I bet... for more shots taken.

- I bet we're about the same take down accuracy.

What is he about, 60, 70% on his take downs?

That's probably about my accuracy on Instagram.

(soft dramatic music) (knock taps)

- Good day, Mr. Diaz. How are you feeling today?

- Not too bad, but you don't look like a doctor.

- No, we are detectives, sir. I'm Detective Henderson.

This is my partner, Detective Nelson.

- How you doing?

- Hey.

- So we were hoping, Mr. Diaz,

if you're feeling well enough,

you could answer a few questions.

Do you mind?

- Sure. I mean, yeah. - Okay, great.

Now, Dr. Francis did say that you have some memory loss,

so I just want you to relax, take your time,

close your eyes, and just tell
us whatever you can remember.

(tense dramatic music)

- I'm seeing fish,

sharks,

some sort of underground cage or something.

- It's the aquarium. - Excuse me?

- You used to work at the aquarium.

You quit about a week before your injury.

- Okay, the day of your injury,

that was about three weeks ago.

Could you tell me what you
had for breakfast that morning?

(siren wails)

- Excuse me, detective,

but I believe you were asked to wait

for either the doctor or I to join you.

- Well, we were just walking by his hospital room.

- Uh huh, right. - He was upright.

We thought everything was fine

- Okay, right. - just to come in and just-

- So you let yourself in at
the risk of my patient's health.

That's what I'm hearing about this situation.

- Yes. - That's what I'm hearing.

- Absolutely because we have a case to solve

and murders to prevent.

May we continue?

- How are you feeling, Jimmy?

- I'm okay.

- Okay, fine, but

you let me know if they're pushing you too hard, okay?

I'll be right here. - Yeah, I'm sure you will.

- Okay, Jimmy, as I said, relax, close your eyes.

Just tell me the last time you remember

seeing your cousin Donald and your friend Curtis.

(siren wails in distance)

- Donald and I just had breakfast.

- Okay, good, good. Tell me what happens after that.

- I don't know. We're just talking and driving the car.

- What are you guys talking about?

- It's all mumbled, okay?

Why are you guys asking so many questions?

Are they in some sort of trouble?

And where's my auntie?

- Hold on, he

He doesn't know?

Mr. Diaz, I'm, I'm so sorry to inform you,

your cousin Donald and your friend Curtis

were murdered in cold blood.

We don't know why, but we do know this.

We do know that whoever killed them

was looking to kill you as well.

- Jimmy? - Is-

- Jimmy, calm down. - Is he gonna be okay?

- Doctor!

I'm gonna need you to step out for a moment, please.

- We need, we need to ask him more questions

- I told you not to push him! - while he's stable.

- [Detective Henderson] All
right, I'm sorry. We apologize.

We apologize. Sorry.

(monitor beeps) (dramatic suspenseful music)

(door slams) (Pauline pants)

- Now what?

- Now what?

We keep investigating.

We're gonna get to the bottom of this.

I'm telling you that that kid

is more involved than he's letting us know,

and definitely we keep a police unit

on that hospital room going forward.

- Hey!

- Hey!

Get off your phone.

- Let me call you back.

- You're supposed to be security, right?

- Harry.

- I asked you a question.

Yes or no? You're supposed to be security, right?

- Yeah.

- We need you to stand watch over that door over there.

Nobody goes in and out.

You got that?

- Yes, sir.

- Don't screw it up.

- Excuse me?

- You heard me.

We don't need you over there on your phone.

(siren wails in distance)

- What my partner means to say is thank you very much.

We're gonna see you first thing in the morning, okay?

Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

- [Detective Nelson] I said what I meant.

- [Detective Nelson] These guys, I tell you,

no respect for the badge.

- I know, I know.

(soft dramatic music)

(Harry exhales sharply)

- Oh, yeah.

(laughs and mumbles indistinctly)

Hello?

Shit, I mean

I'll leave work right now.

You know I don't give a fuck about this shit.

(person coughs in distance)

(siren wails in distance)

Nah, I'm only fucking with y'all. I'm here till 10.

Yeah, what you about to get into?

(phone rings in distance)

I didn't even know you could cook.

- Hey Pauline,

could you get me some orange juice

when you get a chance?

You, you, you're not Pauline.

What, what, what are, what are you doing?

- I'm fixing a mistake,

Goodbye, Jimmy.

(dramatic music) (monitor dings)

(Jimmy grunts)

- Jimmy!

- D?

- You look like shit.

Well then again.

- [Jimmy] God,

you're, you're bleeding. Let me get help.

- Oh my God, Jimmy.

- Jimmy, Jimmy, focus.

You are the help.

That bastard Gabriel got me killed.

Got Curtis killed, too.

(voices echo)

- What's up, Jimmy?

- What the hell is going on?

- He tried to kill you, too.

Somehow your stubborn ass survived.

- As expected.

Asshole. (laughs)

- Now you on this operating table

because the doctors are trying to flush your system

because this bitch ass nigga Marcus came

to try to finish the job.

- [Pauline] Dr. Francis! - [Dr. Francis] Start compressions

- [Pauline] Stay with me, Jimmy!
- [Dr. Drancis] I'm grabbing the crash cart

Clear!

- What was that?

- Uh oh.

- Looks like you didn't have
that much time left to decide.

- Decide what?

- Jimmy,

you gonna lay there and die,

or you gonna go get a revenge for our lives?

- Die?

Revenge?

What?

- Come on, Jimmy!

- Come on, kid, come back to me.

Clear!

- Oh, that's number two.

- Not much time left to decide, asshole.

You gonna roll over and die,

or you gonna go live on?

- Wait, wait, wait. This is, this is crazy.

I, I don't want to die.

- Boom, decision fucking made.

Goodbye, Jimmy.

Tell my mom I said I love her.

- See you, Jimmy. It was fun.

- No, no, no, no, no. Come back, come back!

(defibrillator buzzes)

- Clear!

(defibrillator thumps) (heart monitor beeps)

- Let's flush his system again and stabilize him.

- Oh my God.

You saved him,

again.

- [Dr. Francis] I don't know how much I'm doing.

He's one tough kid.

- Yeah, but uh

let me call you back real quick.

I'm definitely getting fired.

- [Person Over Intercom] Chantel, (speaks indistinctly).

- [Announcer] Ignorance is bliss as far

as not knowing what it's like.

Can you just continue to
coach it like it's any other day?

- Johnson gets the... Marcus, what's good?

Fuck! - Not much, boss man.

- Look, fuck these, these, they fucking up my ticket, bro.

How do you let these bums score?

God damn.

- [Announcer] In the starting lineup,

getting an offensive boost for LSU.

- What you over here like a sad puppy for?

- [Announcer] Reese just wasn't looking.

- You got something to say, say it, bro.

You can't fuck up my day anymore.

- He survived.

(tense music)

- And who is he, Marcus?

The fuck is he, Marcus?

It better not be who I think you're talking about.

Who is he?

- Jimmy.

He survived again.

- Wow

Jimmy, ooh, Jimmy.

Jimmy survived again?

Your Jimmy survived again?

The Jimmy you was supposed
to kill twice, he survived again?

(laughs)

Jimmy fucking survived.

Marcus.

Marcus.

How the fuck did you let this nigga survive twice?

- I don't know.

The doctors, they saved him again.

- The doctors saved him again.

Peep.

You

you're my favorite cousin.

You're actually one of my favorite people,

But

I need you to explain to me exactly how

you failed twice,

not once,

look at me,

but fucking twice.

- I don't know.

Maybe he's immortal or maybe he's protected

by God or some kind of-

- Nigga, I'm God!

I'm your God!

I'm his God!

I'm God's God!

Protected by God.

Ain't no fucking protection

when you trying to kill somebody!

No. You know what the fuck happened?

You wanted to be a superhero.

Pick your hand up!

Pick your hand up!

Make a gun.

Put it to your fucking head.

You see how simple that is?

That's all you gotta fucking do!

But instead, you wanna throw knives,

booby traps and poison.

- Gabe, I got this. - Shut the fuck up!

Get your fucking mind right!

- Gabe,

I got this! I could fix this!

- You can't fix shit, Marcus.

Why the fuck would I

You talking too much.

Light my blunt.

Light my fucking blunt!

I'm gonna give you another chance

'cause you're my cousin, and that's what,

that's what family does.

We take care of each other.

Family takes care of family.

You don't have to worry about it,

but if you don't do it,

I'm gonna kill you, okay?

Now watch the game with me.

(monitor beeps)

- Hey, Jimmy, glad to see you're awake.

How are you feeling?

- Feeling more like myself.

We have to stop meeting this way.

- (laughs) Well, I guess that answers

whether you recognize me or not.

Do you remember where you are?

- Yeah, this hospital where I've apparently

taken up my new residency.

- (laughs) Okay, so recognition of surrounding

and sense of humor, check.

Do you remember what happened?

(people chatter indistinctly)
(blood pressure cuff crunches)

Jimmy? - Sorry. No, I, I, I don't.

- It's okay. No worries.

Those detectives are back,

and I wanted to be able to give them an answer on

whether or not they could come see you,

but I'll let them know tomorrow is probably better.

- How long has it been this time?

- Only two days. - Hmm. Look at that.

Getting a lot better almost dying.

Thank you, Pauline.

- My pleasure.

You know how to reach me if
you need anything else, okay?

Dr. Francis will be back to check on you,

and so will I as soon as I touch base

with my other patients. - Damn,

and here I thought we had a
mutually exclusive relationship.

(Pauline laughs) (siren wails)

- So how is he? How's he doing?

- He's not ready to talk yet. - Are you sure?

- Look, I'm not sure, I'm positive,

and you better not try to
sneak in and speak to him either.

I'll see if he's ready when I
come in to check on him later.

So if you don't mind, I have many patients to attend to.

- All right. So what do we do next?

- Totally. - All right.

All I'm trying to say is

with the number of examples that she has,

she undisputably has the most crazy cases, right?

- Listen, I can't even make any of this stuff up.

- It's like you won the wild trauma lottery. (laughs)

- Yeah, wasn't it like last week you had the guy

with the fish up his butt?

- Please do not remind me.

♪ Fish up his butt or maybe their butt ♪

- Did you ask their pronouns?

You gotta be thinking, y'all.

(people laugh)

- Even as a professional, I found it disgusting.

I had to throw out my scrubs.

- No, not those cute little zig-zaggy ones!

- The ones that Pauline gave you

for Match your Boss Day or whatever?

- Exactly.

- You monster!

Why would you throw out such meaningful scrubs?

- Because walking around smelling like butt fish

is not really my style,

nor do I think my patients would enjoy it.

- Nor is it a good look for women in general. (laughs)

Do you all not wash your scrubs?

- Wow, it's amazing how many things

even an educated doctor doesn't understand.

- Oh, this got attacking real fast.

I don't, I don't, I don't like it.

I mean, back me up here, dude. Like-

- Come on, listen to women, bro.

She says she doesn't wanna do it. Leave her alone.

- See? There are still some smart men left in the world.

- Yeah. That's why his career is gonna last a long time.

- Yeah, Santana gets it.

He knows he is lucky to sit with the cool kids.

- Well, it depends on your definition of luck.

- Oh, shit.

- That's another one for the swear jar.

- Shut up, Amara.

- It appears my lunch is over.

- Yeah, we have that thing that we have

to go to like right now.

- You guys don't even work in the same department.

- Thanks.

See Allah don't like liars.

- Sound like you're trying to hook up.

That's what feel like to me.

- Going inside.

Good luck.

- I'm gonna eat my lunch. Y'all can either stay or go.

Either way, I'm gonna find out what happened.

- Dr. Francis, may we have a word?

- (sighs) Actually, I'm really comfortable here.

What can I help you with, detectives?

- We need you to give us clearance

to speak with your patient, Jimmy Diaz.

- Wow. I see Pauline's issue with you now.

- Excuse me?

- Well, detectives,

patient care is always going to come first.

- Yeah, I've heard that line before.

- Okay. Wow.

Well, if Pauline deems that

Mr. Diaz is not fit for questioning,

then I'm going to have to go with her expertise.

- Aren't you the doctor? - Excuse me?

- Well, look, we all know that you have a job to do.

We have a job to do as well.

All we're trying to find out, doctor,

is who tried to kill your patient.

It would be huge for the case.

It would be very key if you could help us out, please.

- Detective, I know what you need.

This isn't my first strange case,

but until he is ready,

it is not within his best interest

to get him riled up again,

and I do not appreciate you trying

to circumvent whatever
Pauline has already told you.

- Why are you guys so bent
on hindering our investigation?

- Why are you so bent on seeing
what my patient has to say?

Are you incapable of following any other lead?

Detective, you and I have
worked various cases together.

Have you ever felt that I had
any questionable patient care

or intentions at any other time?

- No, of course not.

- Then I would appreciate you

extending that same professional courtesy

to me and my staff now.

- We're sorry to interrupt your lunch and everything.

Nelson, let's just, let's go, let's go.

- Don't you start.

- So rude.

So goddamn rude.

What, what did you get yourself into?

- It's not me! It's just another day at the office, right?

- Come on. My office ain't that crazy.

Ester and Earl and them,

they don't be like that on my floor.

It's a weird ass floor.

We ain't nothing going on.

- Because you work in pathology!

- Can't believe these doctors.

See, do they not know we can arrest 'em

for obstruction of justice if we wanted to?

This, this is getting ridiculous!

- Listen, Nelson, take it easy.

I told you it might go like this every now and then.

You gotta be calm. - Yeah, yeah.

Respect the relationship, whatever.

- No, it's not whatever.

Dr. Francis has a good point.

She has been a good lead. She has been key.

All of those doctors that we just met,

they have been key from time
to time and gave us good leads.

They've helped us out.

It's just we have to respect that.

We have to go with that. They've helped us out.

It's just the way it is.

Listen, listen.

It's been a long day, I get it.

Let's go get some food.

Let's just try and clear our minds, all right?

- Grab some food. Are you sure?

I mean, you'll end up getting the itis.

- I'm, I'm gonna get?

I don't think I'm gonna get the itis. I don't think so.

- Just like you don't get hangovers, right?

- Yeah, I just get hangovers. Real, real funny.

Great.

Great. You know what?

- Hendy!

Hendy, come on!

I was joking!

- Pauline.

- Pauline!

No better time than now

(tense dramatic music)

(tense dramatic music continues)

(tense dramatic music continues)

(traffic whooshes)

(horn honks)

(door clicks open)

Auntie?

(door clicks shut)

Anybody home?

Auntie?

- Good Lord. You didn't have to tire me out like that.

- I told you hot yoga is the best thing for the soul.

- Yeah, now I know.

Next time I don't have to check up on you.

- Hello?

Who's there?

I'm calling the police!

Tiffany, call the police.

Seriously, who is it?

(phone rings)

- Hey.

- What, what?

What's going, what's going on?

- It's too quiet. I think we should check on him.

Five minutes in and out.
Look around, the coast is clear.

It'll take five minutes max.

- Hey, listen,

we have to respect the relationship we have

with this hospital right now.

That's what we need to do. - I get that, but

this kid knows something,

and the more time we give him,

the easier it is for him

to come up with something

to cover up all he knows.

- All right. You know what?

Five minutes in and out. Make it super quick.

- I got it.

(knock taps)

Mr. Diaz, this is Detective Nelson.

- Probably sleeping.

- Mr. Diaz?

Just wanted to check in on you, see how you're doing.

Mr. Diaz, this is Detective Nelson.

I'm coming in to perform a wellness check.

He's gone!

- What?

He's gone!

- Has anybody seen patient Jimmy Diaz?

Anyone?

( ♪ Laurelle - Speaking in Tongues ft. Dreamcast McFly ♪ )

(footsteps shuffle)

(knocks pound)

- Have you lost your, oh, detectives, I'm sorry.

It's been a long day. - For you and us both.

Where's Jimmy Diaz? - Excuse me?

- Where is Jimmy? - In his hospital bed.

I don't even understand what you mean by that.

- That's the issue, ma'am. Jimmy's not there.

We went to his hospital room,
we checked it out. He's gone.

- So it's time you tell us whatever you know

so you don't end up any more involved with this.

- Involved?

What are you talking about?

- When was the last time you saw Jimmy Diaz?

- In the hospital, literally right before I left.

I even told you He wasn't ready to be interviewed.

- And that's the problem. No one's seen him since.

So either you helped him
escape or you know something.

- Excuse me, detectives, but

I believe this conversation here is over.

I know my rights..

I'm going to have to ask you to leave now.

- All right,

just know that helping a suspect escape

interrogation is a serious crime.

- Suspect? - Yeah.

- Someone snuck into our hospital

and tried to kill one of my patients,

and now you're accusing him

of being a criminal and me of hiding him?

Look, I haven't seen him since the hospital.

I'd like to get back to my shower now. Please leave.

- Sorry for interrupting your shower, ma'am,

but if you hear anything, please give us a call.

Have a good night.

- Yeah. - Let's go, Nels. Come on.

(door slams) (footsteps thud)

(Pauline sighs)

(birds chirp)

(door thuds shut)

- Please don't scream.

(Pauline screams quietly) (soft jaunty music)

They'll bust through that door open. I need your help.

I'm gonna let go, but please don't scream, okay?

- What the hell are you doing here?

How, how, how long have you been here?

- Please lower your voice?

- How, how did you find where I live?

- I found your information in the hospital's database.

- Oh no, I'm calling the cops right now.

- No, no, no, please, please, please don't.

I really need your help, please.

(soft music)

- Oh, thank you.

(Jimmy sighs and chuckles)

- Sheesh.

When was the last time you ate, hmm?

- Ironically the last time you fed me.

(Pauline chuckles)

- So now that you're finished
cleaning out half my fridge,

you wanna tell me what's going on here?

- It's really complicated.

Okay well, considering you're sitting on my couch

and not a bench in prison, I
think I can handle complicated.

- I remember everything.

- Your memory's coming back.

That's a good thing.

- No.

I remember it all,

how Don and Curtis got killed.

I

I remember everything.

- So why would you run from the police?

I mean, they can definitely help you.

- They can't.

- Why?

- 'Cause they're right.

I'm a criminal,

and,

and if I tell him everything I remember,

I don't know what they'll do.

And the same guy who killed us,

I mean them,

his pockets run so deep,

even the cops may be on his payroll.

I don't know who to trust.

- But you trust me?

- You're the only person I've been able to trust.

Trusting you is my best option.

You could've killed me many times, and you didn't,

and you even smiled the
second time I came back to life.

Your smile brings me so much joy.

That smile of yours is,

(chuckles)

is everything.

- If I'm going to help you,

I need to know everything that you remember.

- Pauline, once I tell you any of this,

you'll be assisting a wanted criminal.

Even the prosecutor may even try

to slap on harboring a fugitive, too.

- I am a nurse.

You are my patient.

That is what the prosecutor will have to accept.

- I don't think nurse-patient
confidentiality is a thing.

- Well, it is now.

So what have you dragged me into?

- Well,

from what I can remember,

my cousins and I stole this huge shipment

of black market drugs.

Thinking we were big shots,

we were trying to sell it on a one big bundle

and call it a day.

Don set the meet.

Once we got there, we realized it was a trap.

Apparently everything we stole,

we stole it from the very same man

we were trying to sell it to.

Gabriel Androfille.

- You stole from one of the deadliest men

in the continental US?

- Yeah.

- And then you tried to sell it back to him?

- Unknowingly, but yes.

- Oh, shit.

We have to call the detectives.

- No, no, no. I have a plan.

- Well, really?

What's your plan?

- Find Marcus.

- Marcus?

- Marcus is the man who tried to poison me.

- Okay.

So how do you find him?

- I know a guy.

(electronic beeps trill) (knock thuds)

(knock thuds)

(knock thuds rhythmically)

- No, uh-uh.

(door creaks open)

(door opens)

Oh, shit, Jimmy!

You alive?

- Can I come in?

- Yeah, come, come on in, man.

What the fuck?

(electronic beeps trill)

- Still playing this stuff, huh?

- Yeah.

You know me, man.

- I like what you did with the room.

- Yeah, it's a work in progress, you know?

So how the hell are you, man?

I was sure you were dead.

- I am dead, Maki.

- Yeah,

I suppose so.

I should thank you, by the way,

for not mentioning me to Gabriel, so thank you.

Well, I owe you one. (chuckles)

- Glad you mentioned it 'cause I need your help,

- (laughs) Jimmy, that's a expression.

It's a form of expression, man.

- Mak, I'm serious.

(Maki chuckles)

- All right, what is it?

- Marcus.

- Marcus, okay, Marcus. Marcus what?

- I need you to find him.

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, no.

(laughs) Nah.

- Mak.

- What? No, no Mak.

No Mak, no. What are you, okay,

Marcus What are you gonna try
to do? You gonna try to find him?

It's not gonna work. What, what, what are you gonna try to-

- Kill him

and Gabriel.

- Ah man.

- Mak, they killed Don,

they killed Curtis,

and they also tried to kill me.

It's only a matter of time until they try it again,

or worse, they're gonna try to kill my aunt.

I really need your help on this one.

They're not gonna stop until they get me, okay?

I need your help.

You owe me.

- (chuckles) Owe you, owe you.

Fucking owe you, right.

Boy. - You owe me.

- All right, I'm in,

but this is it. Last shot,

even Stevens, last hoo rah.

You got it.

After this, I'm going back into crypto, man.

Fuck this shit. It's a lot safer than this, tell you that.

- Still wasting your money with crypto?

- Yeah, I guess so. (laughs)

( ♪ Big Tyni - Can't Believe In Love ♪ ) (traffic whooshes)

- I saw this nigga walk across the street.

A dump truck straight boom! Hit this nigga.

- He didn't move.

- I don't believe it

- Oh, I'm dead ass, yo.

(doorbell rings)

- Okay, now we mean business.

- Hold up, hold up!

- Damn.

- Hello, come in, come in.

- You know I don't do threesomes, right?

So I'm guessing you're first.

(siren wails in distance)

(horns honk in distance)

- [Cindy] You're so sexy. (laughs)

- Oh, shit. - [Kiara] You smell so good.

- (laughs) Mm, Marcus.

- Some fucking bullshit, bro.

There's three of them and three of us. What?

This math is not adding up, man.

(knock thuds)

(horn honks outside) (knock thuds)

- Hello, beautiful.

- Where's Marcus?

- What the fuck, shorty?

He's not here.

( ♪ Kyng Cyrvs - Worn Leather Ft. Tye Cooper ♪ )

- [Kiara] Oh, Marcus.

- Not here, huh?

(gun thuds)

Call him

Now!

- Marcus!

- Marcus!

- [Marcus] What?

- [Mikey] Come here!

- Yo, man, I'm fucking busy, man!

- Yo, It's important man!

- Fuck you doing all that hoe ass screaming for

(gunshots blast)

(gunshots blast)

(gunshots blast)

- I don't know who the hell you are!

- But you ain’t getting me tonight

- [Jimmy] Hey, Marcus.

- Fuck.

Jimmy.

(chuckles and pants)

Hey, Jimmy.

You know you ain't built for this, man.

You're a thief.

You steal from people, man.

You don't kill people.

Look, give me the gun.

I'll make sure Gabriel takes care of you easily.

- Thanks Marcus,

but I'd rather take care of Gabriel myself

now that I'm done with you.

(gunshot blasts)

- I was never here.

You were never here.

Take whatever you want.

(women whimper and cry)

- Tony! Marcus is Dead

(dramatic music) (sirens wail in distance)

(Jimmy grunts and pants)

(footsteps shuffle)

- God, my feet are killing me.

(sighs)

(ringtone chimes)

Hello? - Pauline. (pants)

I need your help. I've been shot.

- What? Where are you?

- I can't tell you.

Meet me in the parking lot of the old school

on Carrera Road.

- Okay, I'm gonna put my shoes on,

and I'm leaving right now.

- Please hurry up.

(body thuds) (sirens wail in distance)

(Pauline pants)

(door slams)

(door slams) (sirens wail)

- Jimmy! Jimmy.

Oh my God, Jimmy. Look at me, Jimmy!

Oh my God. Hey, I, I I, I have to get you to a hospital.

- No, no hospitals. - Jimmy,

you, you have a shot wound in the side of your stomach.

What else do you want me to do?

- Whatever you can. No hospitals.

- Oh no, Jimmy. Jimmy, you have to stay up.

Okay, I'm gonna patch this up, but, but this may hurt, okay?

- I'm Sorry. - Jimmy.

Come on, Jimmy. I, I, I can fix this.

- I'm sorry.

- [TV] So yeah, that was my experience getting Henna

for the first time on my trip to Dominican Republic.

In other news, Bronx startup Ground Up Coffee Club

has gone from farmer's market novelty to every shelf.

- Gabriel. - But that's only

if you're lucky enough to find it.

- What's the panic, bro? - The cold brew Colombian is-

- Marcus is dead.

(Gabriel chokes) (soft tense music)

- Marcus is what?

- Marcus is dead.

- What?

- Marcus is dead.

(drink splashes)

(Gabriel exhales sharply)

- Fuck!

Where's Marcus?

Where is Marcus?

Where is he?

Where is he?

(birds chirp)

- [TV] The detectives on the scene

have provided their first details/

The man pictured in this photo is Jimmy Diaz.

He is a person of interest
in this ongoing investigation.

Officials warn Jimmy may be armed and dangerous,

so do not approach him.

Instead, call this number

to provide any possible
information that you may have.

Police are on the scene,

so we should have additional information

and details surrounding the... Jimmy!

You're awake.

How are you feeling?

- Not too bad, thanks to you.

- I think it's time to change that bandage.

- You sure? I'm fine.

- Look, just because you feel fine

doesn't mean you are fine.

How many more near death experiences do you need?

My god.

Now come sit down so I can change the bandage.

- You're the doctor.

- I'm not a doctor, Jimmy,

and that's what you need, a doctor and a hospital.

- No hospitals. You kept me alive this far.

You're the doctor.

- Fine,

but if you die, I'll kill you.

Now hold still.

(horn honks) (traffic hums)

- All right. All right, chief.

All right, let me, let me go.

All right. All right then.

Coffee for me? - Yeah.

(horn honks)

And it's good? Hold on.

What mess do I have to clean up now?

- (laughs) Real funny, Hendy. - Wow.

Why are you such in a good mood? What's, what's going on?

- The lab report just came back from the ME,

and guess what?

- I dunno. Jimmy Diaz is all over the place or something?

- No,

but we do have evidence

of a woman that was there with him.

- She might know something?

- I have her work address.

- I guess we know where we're going next.

- Let's do it. - Let's go.

- By the way, why were you standing outside?

( ♪ Ysanne - How 2 Phraze It ♪ )

(bell dings)

- Hey guys, we're closed

- We're looking for a Miss Tamara White.

(water splashes)

- Excuse me, Miss White?

- Hi, give me one second. I'll be right with you, okay?

- No, I think we'll talk now.

Why don't you have a seat?

- Listen, miss, just so you know,

you're not in any trouble.

All we need you to do

is help us figure a couple of things out, that's it.

(tense music)

- Look, I don't, I don't know anything.

- See, we haven't even asked you a question.

Maybe you wanna wait for one, like

where were you two nights ago?

- I mean, I was... Before you answer that,

again, I want you to relax.

You're not in any trouble.

Just go ahead and tell us what you remember, that's it.

- Look, me and some girls, we went out,

and some guy just came in, started shooting.

I hid, so I didn't even get to see anything honestly.

- You gotta be fucking kidding me!

- Listen, do me a favor,

take a moment. Close your eyes.

Just tell us what you remember

right before the killers started shooting.

- Look, me and some guy went
into the bedroom, and honestly,

we started getting hot and
heavy and getting into action.

The guy that was sitting
in the living room literally

started yelling and screaming
for Marcus to come out.

The guy I was with literally just got annoyed

and walked out to the living room as well.

That's literally when I heard the first gunshot,

and I, I just threw myself under the bed.

I couldn't see anything. - All right, all right. Good.

Keep walking me through it.

What else happened right
after that? What did you hear?

- Look, I just heard gunshot after gunshot.

- Did you hear any other names?

- No, just, just the Marcus one.

- Are you sure?

Think harder!

- I'm sure, that's it. Just Marcus.

- Listen, ma'am. I just have one last question for you.

Who told you not to call the police?

And remember, this is just between us. Just tell me.

- One of my best friends is literally Marcus's regular.

So she called up his boss,

and he literally came,

took care of everything, paid us to leave,

and never said a word.

- Did he have a name?

- I think it was Gabriel.

- Gabriel?

(horns honk in distance)

- How is this nigga still alive, Tony?

I want his fucking head right here.

Right here.

How the fuck is this nigga still alive, Tony?

- Sir, I have everyone-

- How the fuck is he still alive?

Marcus tried to kill this nigga twice, Tony.

- I know. I know. - You don't know shit!

But let me tell you what I know,

that Jimmy is out here running around,

fucking up my business.

That's what I know.

So I need you to figure this shit the fuck out.

Don't speak!

Go get fucking Jimmy right now!

That's the only thing you should be doing.

- Boss, I made... You, too. Go!

Go before I get you!

(horns honk in distance)

(door slams)

(large in game crash) (person in game screams)

- [Announcer On Game] Fight.

(booms thud) (fighters scream)

(knock thuds)

(knock thuds) (booms thud on game)

(electronic beeps trill)

(knock thuds) (footsteps shuffle)

- Fucking A, man.

Jimmy, what the fuck you doing here, man?

I thought I, what the fucking, Jimmy, what the?

- I just came by for a quick visit.

- Nah, that's bullshit.

You want more help, and I'm not helping.

- It's not that simple, Mak. - Yeah, it is.

It's what we agreed on.

- Well, the agreement has changed. I killed Marcus.

- Fucking A. You did it, you really did it.

- Yeah.

- They're gonna find you.

They're gonna find me. What? Fuck, man.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. - Hey, hey, relax.

Calm down. We're gonna find them first.

- (laughs) We? - Yeah.

I need your help. You're the only person I can trust.

- Nah, that, I can't do it. I'm, I'm tapped out.

- You can and you will.

Look, here's Marcus' phone.

I need you to do what you do and find

Tony for me. - Wait, wait, wait.

What, what am I, a fucking super hacker?

- Yes.

- Jimmy this, this is above our pay grade, man.

I mean, look, just tap out, bro.

Just listen. Go to the cops.

Tell 'em what happened. Explain the shit.

They'll understand it. - Yeah.

They completely understand that I killed Marcus

and two of his goons in cold blood

after escaping the hospital right

when the detective showed up to interrogate me

after Marcus tried to kill me.

You're absolutely right.

What was I thinking, huh?

- Fucking Jimmy, man. Fucking Jimmy. (laughs)

Why did I let you get me into this shit, man? Fuck!

(knuckles bang)

- Come on.

(Maki chuckles)

I need you, Maki.

(birds chirp)

( ♪Pilar the Star - Overdose ♪ )

- Here you go, just how you like it.

- Thank you, darling,

but haven't I told you to stop
treating me like an old lady?

(phone rings)

- Here you go. Jimmy's on the phone.

- Jimmy?

- Hey, Auntie.

- Oh, Jimmy.

It's so good to hear you.

I'm sorry I haven't been by recently.

It's just the doctor said with everything going on,

it wouldn't be good for my heart.

I, I... Hey, Auntie, Auntie.

Hey relax, okay?

I'm just so glad that I can hear your voice.

- You?

You're the one who almost died on me.

- Come on, Auntie. You don't need to cry, right?

- Oh, baby.

- You know,

you know what I really miss

that I can use right now?

Your delicious and tasteful cooking.

I could eat two plates or
whatever you're cooking. (laughs)

How you been?

- Oh, baby.

- Listen, I'm gonna be home soon, okay? All right?

And I'm gonna take care of everything.

- The doctor cleared you?

- Yeah, yeah. He said I'm good,

fresh as a baby.

- You better be certain.

Lord knows my heart can't take any more of this.

- Everything's gonna be okay, all right?

Hang on, Auntie. I'm getting a phone call.

I'm gonna call you soon, okay?

I love you.

- I love you, too, baby.

- Maki!

Talk to me.

- Jimmy, listen.

It seems like most of the numbers he contacted

from this phone are no longer active.

They probably burners.

I did look into the number listed as Tony.

Same deal. It's an old number.

Good news is I was able to run an old system

to do some location tracing, you know,

see where the calls were made from, things like that.

- And where was that?

- Well, most of the calls

to Marcus from Tony came from someplace uptown,

maybe a drugola, weapons holding, a safe house.

Shit, it could even be his apartment.

I can't say for sure what's going on in the building yet.

I need a little more time,

but I can say

Tony called Marcus from there pretty often.

- Just send me the location,

and I'll take care of it.

- Geez, dude!

You're not okay.

- I will be soon.

- Jimmy, Jimmy, relax.

Look, don't, don't do this, man.

(crickets chirp) (door clicks shut)

- Sit down. - Oh, hey.

- Don't hey me!

Where have you been all day?

I've been worried sick!

Let me see your bandage.

(sighs)

You're lucky it's fine.

- What are you doing here?

Thought you were supposed to be at work.

- I asked for a few days off to deal

with the stress of everything.

Now where have you been all day?

- I found where Tony might be.

- Tony?

I thought this vendetta was over!

- It's not a vendetta, and no, it's not over.

- [Pauline] yes It is, Jimmy, and it's an awful one.

- Well, I can't let it go.

You saw what they did to my family.

- [Pauline] And now look at what you're doing to theirs!

Two wrongs don't make a right.

- It's not a matter about right or wrong.

It's bigger than that.

- What are you doing?

- I'm killing Tony

then Gabriel.

- Then I guess we better get going.

- We? - Yeah.

I can try to keep talking you out of this

or I can be there for you a lot faster

on your next near death experience.

I don't want you to... To end up in danger?

Jimmy, look at what's going on.

Those detectives have been
here three separate times

looking for you.

Your blood might already
be at one of the crime scenes,

and you really think I'm not already in danger?

Let me get my things and let's go.

(tense dramatic music)

You sure this is the place?

- Not really.

- Then what are we doing here?

- Just making sure.

Based on Maki's findings,

this seems to be the spot.

I guess we'll have to find out.

All right, I'm gonna go in and check out the spot.

You wait for me.

I'm not back in 20 minutes,

get the hell outta here.

- Can I ask you something?

- Right now?

- You're right.

Sorry.

- No, I, I'm sorry. Go ahead.

- Did you really die?

(soft music)

I mean, like

what did you see?

What do you remember,

you know, when your heart stopped?

- I don't know.

It was just dark.

- No, honestly, what I saw may sound a little crazy.

- Well, based off of current circumstances,

I think I can handle a little bit of crazy.

- I was in an open field, and I got to see

Don and Curtis.

We got to talk, and

he told me everything I couldn't remember.

It felt so real.

- Wow.

That's incredible.

- Yeah, it was wild.

- Wait, so all of this is based off of the dream you had?

- Yeah, I guess you can say that.

- You're right.

That does sound a little crazy.

- Well, if it's so crazy, why are you here with me?

(tense dramatic music)

- Oh, shoot. Look, a van.

- Get down. - Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh my God. What the hell am I doing here?

- Hey, relax.

They didn't see us.

All right, I'm gonna go out

and check out the spot.

You wait for me here.

Ever shot a gun before?

- Yeah, I've been to the range a few times.

- Well, let's hope you won't have to use it today.

(horn honks in distance)

I'm gonna go in.

I'm not here in 20 minutes,

you know what to do.

(door clicks open)

(door slams)

(dramatic music)

- You know I never been a fan

of you fucking nerd types.

You know why?

Because you fucking nerd types

are always doing some crazy dangerous shit.

I know because I got nerd types myself,

but I keep them in check,

so they're not a problem for anyone.

(Maki grunts)

(Tony sighs)

- Where's Jimmy?

- Help!

- Where's Jimmy?

- Fucking help!

- That's not the answer to my question!

- [Maki] Fucking help! Come on!

- Now again,

Where the fuck is Jimmy?

(Maki whimpers)

I really don't wanna hurt you,

You're not a tough guy.

It's no fun for me.

- Fuck you, man! Fuck you!

- It's no fun! - Fuck you.

- So where the fuck is Jimmy?

- Fuck off me!

(punch lands) (Maki cries out)

Fucking help!

Fuck you, man!

( ♪ Babyohikari, Kid Pingo, & Alexvn - Murakami ft. Siko ♪ )

- What the fuck was that?

- (laughs) Probably Jimmy, motherfucker.

(gunshots blast)

(gunshots blast)

- You like that shit motherfucker

(gunshots blast)

- Fuck you Tony

- I don't know how you keep fucking dodging death,

That shit ends tonight!

(gunshots blast)

- [Jimmy] You started this.

- No, you fucking started this shit!

When you motherfuckers wanted to steal from us, oh

and not only that, you had the fucking balls

to try to sell it back to us!

It's over, Jimmy!

Get the fuck up!

Incredible!

It's all over.

For real bro

How did you think this was gonna go?

How did you think was gonna fucking end?

(gunshot blasts) (casing clatters)

(Pauline breathes shakily)

- Oh, shit.

(Pauline whimpers)

I told you to wait in the car.

Thank you for not listening.

- I, I, I heard gunshots, and I-

- It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

- [Pauline] Oh my God, Jimmy! (cries)

- You're okay.

Sorry, Maki.

(keys jingle)

(Pauline breathes shakily and sobs)

(birds chirp)

- Hendy!

We got him!

Jimmy Diaz's blood found in Marcus's apartment.

- Who would've thought that Jimmy Diaz be so dangerous?

- We gotta find him.

- Listen, I need to, I need to tell you something.

- Did, did I botch a report or something? What's wrong?

- No, you didn't botch anything.

It's actually worse than that.

Remember that hunch you had with Androfille?

- Yeah?

- Turns out you're, (chuckles) you're right.

- So we can nail him. - No, it's, listen,

it's a little bit more complicated than that.

- What's complicated?

- We're talking about Gabriel Androfille.

Now on the surface, he might be this gentleman,

class controlled guy,

but he is also rumored to be temperamentally insane.

Now in speaking to the chief and the mayor,

they made it perfectly clear that if we go after him,

it better stick 'cause if this guy gets off again,

it's gonna look horrible on us,

and it's gonna look horrible on the department.

That's just the way it is.

- The chief?

And the mayor?

When the hell did this happen?

- Well, when we were questioning the waitress,

remember that?

You left.

I questioned her a little bit more,

and I got some more good information from her.

- Are you kidding me right now?

Hendy, we're supposed to be partners.

- I know.

I had to make sure everything checked out.

I'm sorry, but I had to make sure before I told you.

- By going to the chief and the mayor without me?

- I have a family. I have a lot to lose on this, Nels.

- That sacrifice is part of being a cop,

just like trusting your partner

- I know. - is supposed to be

part of being a cop. - I understand.

But you know what? Being a cop is a choice.

I take that badge off at night when I get home.

My family comes first. My family is my all.

One of these days, you're gonna realize that.

- So what? We're just supposed to

let him get away

again?

- What do we got on Androfille?

What do we got on Gabriel Androfille?

We got, what, obstruction of a police investigation,

maybe a little bit of evidence tampering, nothing,

Nothing, just like the mayor and the chief said,

nothing to make anything stick,

nothing to bring this guy down.

- So can we at least go after Jimmy Diaz?

- Yeah. Actually, that's a good call.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

- Pauline.

- Oh my God, you're bleeding.

- It's, it's okay. Hey, hey, it's okay.

(soft music)

(tense unsettling music)

(tense music builds)

(Pauline whimpers)

(Pauline breathes rapidly)

(knocks thud)

- Miss DuBois,

- Miss DuBois, it's Detectives Nelson and Henderson.

- [Pauline] Oh, shit.

- Miss DuBois?

- [Pauline] One sec! Putting a shirt on.

- [Detective Nelson] Miss DuBois?

- Good morning, detectives.

And to what do I owe the pleasure

of you slamming on my door?

- We were just circling back to see

if you've heard from or seen Mr. Jimmy Diaz.

- No, I have not.

- Are you sure?

- Excuse me?

- What he detective means to
say is we have reason to believe

that Jimmy Diaz is armed and dangerous,

maybe wounded.

We're really concerned about your safety right now.

- Well, thank you for the concern, detective,

but I can assure you, you have nothing to worry about.

- That's good and everything,

but there's another question
that you need to clarify.

So on the night that Jimmy Diaz
disappeared from the hospital

one of your nosy neighbors did say

that you had a guest over at your home that same night.

So without us being overly obtrusive,

did you have any company that evening?

- Okay, first of all, that is extremely intrusive,

and second of all, I don't think I legally even have

to answer that question right now.

- You can answer that question
here or down at the station.

That's what you can do legally.

- Well, if you must know, detective,

I did have someone over the other night

because I do have a sex life, but that being said,

unless I'm a suspect in some sort of investigation,

I think our conversation here is over.

- Look, lady,

Jimmy Diaz is armed and dangerous,

and I know you think that you can protect yourself,

but this is bigger than you can imagine.

- Thank you for the warning, detective, but like I said,

I have no idea where Mr. Diaz is or what he's up to.

Now, please stop harassing me at my door

before I file a formal complaint
against you for misconduct.

- Let's go.

- [Pauline] What are you doing?

- I have to go.

- Not like that you can't.

- The cops will be back, and when they do,

I can't be here.

- Jimmy, where are you even going to go? Hmm?

- I'm going to kill Gabriel,

and after that...

I don't know.

- I'll come with you.

- Pauline, please!

You already have enough blood on your hands.

If something happens to you,

I don't know what I'm gonna do with my life.

You can't go.

- Wait.

Take this.

Call me if anything.

(door slams)

- Come on, man.

- One second, let me check my parlays.

- Yeah, man, when you do that,

call Steph and tell him to shoot better,

shoot like he me.

- Steph, Draymond.

- Listen, if Steph shoot like
me, we ain't never gonna lose.

- Tell Draymond to stop traveling.

He not picking up no rebounds.
Like what's going on here?

- But he's a Warrior though.
You gotta let him be a Warrior.

- What's going on?

You told me put these parlays,

and now I'm losing bread 'cause of you.

- Bro, it's the second quarter. Chill out.

Chill out. It's the second quarter, bro.

We got a whole fucking half. Damn.

Coming to you live - All right, watch the game,

watch the game. - Reports of a shooting

taking place just a little while ago

in the old Henrietta complexes.

Police have confirmed multiple homicide victims

but were hesitant to confirm

suspected crime syndicate leader Tony Misano.

- No!

- We'll keep you updated

- Fuck! - as the story develops,

but for now, let's be thankful the violence

- What the fuck? - has been contained

and no innocent citizens have been harmed.

And as always-

- You see this shit, bro?

How the fuck is this happening, bro?

The fuck is you looking at me for?

50! Go get him, go get him!

50,000 if you get him,

100,000 if you bring him to me alive

'cause I wanna do it myself this personal. Go!

Go, go fast.

- Fuck!

(people chatter indistinctly)
(club music booms faintly)

- What the fuck? are you doing, bro?

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up.

Bro.

What?

No, nah, bro, put,

how you going? All these rules now?

Get in the ring and just fight.

Excuse me, miss, can I get a shot of the Pisco, please?

The green one. What, what's that called? That

Acholado.

Yeah, yeah, let me, let me get a shot of that please.

Acholado. You want, you want a shot, bro?

You look mad sad, bro.

Ayoo, cuz, is that you?

- No.

- No? Nah, I'm not tripping.

(door opens)

(door clicks shut)

Bro, what the fuck?

I'll take this then.

(people chatter indistinctly)

- Yeah, uh

that guy Jimmy?

I just saw him.

Yeah.

He just left the bar.

( ♪ Christine Obiamalu - Waves ♪ )

(tires screech)

(door opens)

(footsteps shuffle)

(door slams)

(soft eerie chiming music)

- Hey, Jimmy.

- Hey, Russell.

How you been?

- Not good, Jimmy.

Rumor has it you're making a mess outta my city,

and I don't like that.

- Oh actually, I'm really glad you mentioned it.

- I didn't ask you to speak!

You're really starting to piss me off.

- Listen, Russell, respectfully-

(punch lands) (tense music)

Come on, Jimmy.

I don't wanna kill you

without giving you a chance

to explain the mess you made.

Marcus, Tony.

Who's next?

What?

You thought I didn't know?

This is my fucking city, Jimmy.

I know everything,

well, almost everything.

So come on, Jimmy.

Why I gotta kill you?

And don't tell me it's over some revenge bullshit.

- I did this for revenge,

but regardless,

Gabriel is coming for your territory.

- What did you just say?

- Gabriel is secretly recruiting people,

and he was planning on taking over.

- I'm surprised you were able to think

of such an elaborate lie to save yourself.

- I have no reason to lie to you, okay?

And honestly that lie,

that information wouldn't even save my life

Okay?

I just, I just thought I would tell you.

All right,

I'm ready.

- Nah, nah.

No, I think I'd like to hear what else you have to say.

What is this? This is nothing.

- You're not stupid, Russell. Neither am I.

You know exactly what you're looking at.

There's no confusion.

You looking at Gizmo and Bilal meet with Gabriel

without your knowledge or consent.

And if that information
means nothing to you, then fine.

Kill me now.

Otherwise,

you got bigger problems.

- Yeah.

Yeah, let's meet.

(horn honks in distance)

- Yo. What up though?

How was the workout, bro?

Yo, matter, matter of fact, hop in.

Russell got something he wanna talk to you about, bro.

(door signal chimes)

You good? - Yes Sir!

- Everything.

(punch lands) (Bilal grunts)

Pussy ass nigga.

(engine revs)

(dramatic music)

- What the hell are you doing, Jig?

- Disappointed in you, B.

- What?

- Shhhhhh!

Boss might not say it.

- But I will.

I'm disappointed in you,

you greedy

piece of shit!

(punches land) (Bilal grunts)

We're supposed to be family!

We take care of each other!

Keep everything we built safe,

and you,

you go out there and make fools of all of us?

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

- (laughs)

Well then,

I guess I have to just

keep beating the truth out of you then.

(punches land) (Bilal grunts)

- Oh, Bilal, my boy.

How are you?

- Russell, thank God. Help me.

Jigsaw's lost it!

- Tell me, was it worth it?

- [Bilal] What are you talking about?

- What did Gabriel offer

that it was worth betraying my trust?

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

(flesh squelches) (Bilal cries out)

- What did Gabriel offer?

- [Bilal] I don't know what you're talking about!

You're making a mistake!

- Bilal, I can do this all day, all day.

All right.

(flesh squelches) (Bilal cries out)

- It's your territory!

- What?

- He said he's coming for war, and I have two options,

either help him or die, and if I help him,

I get to keep part of what he takes.

He offered me Parkside.

- He offered you my house?

(laughs)

That cunning bastard.

Who else is it on it?

- Come on, man. I don't know.

(flesh squelches) (Bilal cries out)

Marlo for sure,

maybe Gizmo.

That's all I know.

- Last question.

When are you supposed to meet him, again?

- We, we were meeting tonight, Gabriel's club.

Please don't kill me.

- I'm not gonna kill you.

You're free to go.

You two feed the dogs.

You come with me.

(Bilal cries out)

( ♪ Stream - Ay Ay♪ )

(soft tense music)

- Where's the waitress at? She's taking mad long.

- Hey, Gizmo.

- Russell?

- What are you doing here?

- I was in the neighborhood.
This place looked interesting.

What are you doing here?

- You know me, I'm just having a drink.

This my boy Gabriel.

- Nice to meet you, Gabriel.

- Nice to meet you. You..

You a legend.

- Excuse me. Let me go get a drink.

- All right.

- Hey, sweetie. Let me get a Pisco Torontel.

- [Bartender] I got you, baby.

(dramatic music)

(Jimmy grunts)

- Yo, shut the fuck up back there, bro.

(Jimmy grunts)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

The fuck? Motherfucker!

(Jigsaw grunts)

(slow dramatic music)

- Sorry, bro,

it's personal.

Not with you, though.

(gun cocks) (tense dramatic music)

- Bro,

Who the fuck called him here?

- I don't know.

- then how the fuck he know I'm here?

(bills rustle)

Keep your eyes open. You heard from Bilal?

- I heard from him, but he went MIA

I don't know whats going on,

but watch these two.

- Keep the change.

(dinnerware clinks)

( ♪ Kyng Cyrvs - WYD ♪ )

- Gabriel!

(gunshots blast)

(gunshots blast) (glass shatters)

(gate rattles)

(punches land)

(horn honks)

- Yo, what's up? - What's up, yo?

So, somebody told, told me to drop off the wheelchair

for fixing it got something in the back.

- No, man, we're closed for the night.

- What do you mean you're closed?

You told me to come,

and now you're telling me you're closed?

You told me to come. - I don't know

who you talked to, but no, we're done for the night.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Well, you know what?

You handle this chair, bro,

'cause I'm not taking it back like that.

- You want me to take your fucking chair?

- Nah, I don't care, bro. That's on you.

- (laughs) All right.

(dramatic music)

(trunk beeps)

- Hey, Jimmy.

I'm gonna go see Gabriel.

Come with me.

You ready for this?

- Russell, come on,

we can work this out.

I see you brought company.

Great.

(Gabriel claps and laughs)

- Oh, Jimmy.

You really the king of the city.

You know what the fuck I went through?

I ran around the whole city looking for you.

You fucked up my whole business.

Oh.

King of the city, don't I owe you some money?

How much I owe you?

- The first payment is gonna be

what you paid Bilal and Gizmo

for having them come work for you.

-Bilal and Gizmo? I didn't

What are you talking about?

(dramatic music)

- The second payment,

I haven't decided how much yet.

- Russell, what the fuck are you talking about, man?

How much do I owe you?

Tell me a number.

- Don't play me for stupid.

Why don't you be a real man, huh?

- Why would I play you for stupid,
when you're the king of the city?

That doesn't even make sense.

Why would I disrespect the king of the city?

- Gabe, I like you, I always have.

Just be honest with me.

- I'm not doing business with nobody else on the side.

If I was, I'd tell you. I got no side business going on.

Why would I lie to you?

- Tell me what I'm seeing here.

- This ain't what you think it is Russell bro

Don't even, don't even pay that any mind

That ain't that.

- You lied to me, Gabe.

- I'm not fucking lying.

I got no business with nobody else.

I'm not doing work with Bilal and Gizmo!

- You lied to me.

I didn't deserve that.

After everything I've done for this city,

I didn't deserve that.

Shouldn't have done that.

Just be honest with me.

Who else do you have working for you?

- Nobody, man,

I'm running around by myself!

- You know I came here actually to talk to you?

I came here actually to talk to you,

even after I spoke to Bilal and Gizmo.

- Listen,

I'm not doing business with them.

Don't believe that shit.

Don't believe that bullshit.

You got a fucking gun pointed at me.

Don't you think I'll be keeping it real with you?

- I was hoping you'd be honest with me

so I wouldn't have to kill you.

- Lucky for you, you don't have to.

(punch lands) (dramatic music)

(gunshots blast) (punches land)

- Oh, fuck!

(gunshots blast)

Let him go.

(footsteps shuffle) (Jimmy whimpers)

(footsteps shuffle) (Jimmy whimpers)

(gunshot blasts)

(bullet hits) (Jimmy grunts)

- [Jimmy] Fuck.

- Motherfucker.

(Jimmy grunts)

- Fuck.

(footsteps shuffle)

(Jimmy whimpers and gags) (blood gurgles)

- So you wanna do this?

- Nah.

- Are you okay?

Hey, listen,

I've been doing this a long time, man,

and I'd be lying to you if I said it gets any easier,

but there's one truth I could share with you.

The truth is it's pretty simple.

Every day, I mean every single day,

people in our community,

they just, they hurt each other.

We really can't stop that.

Nels, that's the job.

You think you could handle it?

Counting on you, okay?

All right. You ready?

- Yeah, I think I'm ready.

- All right, I'll take this one.

- Your last one?

- I'm not sure yet.

I'll let you know.

- [Jimmy] When I was one, my mother died in a bombing.

Auntie says I look a lot like her.

My father couldn't handle the loss,

and he may or may not have killed himself

in a drunk driving accident a little while later.

(soft poignant music)

I guess he really loved her.

I don't know what that's like.

I don't think I've ever known love.

Born and raised in a city where God has never been

and Satan has never felt safe.

How could I ever think that I could find love

in this awful place,

this place that feeds despair and breeds hatred?

I can never imagine the idea

of finding someone you
would die over if you lost them.

I never saw Auntie do it.

I can't imagine Don or C doing it.

No examples of the possibility

of love anywhere in this heartless place,

and then I found you.

Maybe I found you too late.

That's it.

If I had met you just a little bit sooner,

maybe just a small concussion playing baseball

and everything would've been different,

so different,

but at least now,

I don't have to wonder anymore.

I know what my father felt.

Thank you, Pauline.

Thank you for never seeing me as just another burden.

(somber music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)