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Previously on Training Day...

You'll be maintaining close surveillance

on one of the finest investigators

this department has ever produced... Frank Rourke.

Kyle, I am counting on you to take him down.

There's no you in what me and Tommy have with Frank.

You sailed in here on your dead daddy's rep.

What did you really know about your old man, Kyle?

Dad hid something. He buried a key.

What's it go to?

That's what I'm trying to find out?

- What are you trying to pull here, Frank? - _

You're saying my dad planted evidence on a suspect.

Billy knew what needed to get done,

and he had the balls to do it.

Lockhart knew what me and Billy were up to.

She authorized the whole operation.

That file is a weapon. I trust you to wield it.

When I was a kid back in Texas,

carnival came through town.

I hit the midway with my buddies

and blew all my money trying to knock down

one of those milk bottle pyramids with a softball.

Wanted that chalk statue of King Kong real bad.

Came home empty handed.

My old man told me the game was rigged,

that the bottles at the bottom were filled

with buckshot to weigh them down.

So that night, I went back to that cheating bastard's booth,

and I burned it to the ground.

See, I don't like to lose.

♪ Tell me, when will you be mine? ♪

♪ Tell me quando, quando, quando ♪

♪ We can share a love divine ♪

Countdown. In three, two, one.

Oh, Gary.

Oh, this is disturbing.

You guys are making a world-class mistake.

I'll tell you, I'm Gary Millstone.

- Ow! - Gary Millstone!

The lawyer.

Fellas, come on.

What the hell's he talking about?

When your favorite hip-hop artist serves a knuckle sandwich

to his gal pal in the elevator,

I'm the guy who gets him out of jail

in time for the after party.

I'm your friend, huh?

I'm your one phone call.

I-I'm not the guy you rob!

- Open the safe, old man. - I got a better idea.

How about I shoot out the kneecaps instead?

- Gary! - Hey, trust me.

You don't violence to be any part of a residential burglary.

The penalty enhancements are positively Draconian.

Just to show there's no hard feelings,

you take one of my cards.

You ever find yourself in a scrape,

I'll represent you free of charge.

But, uh, can we move this along?

You saw me pop a blue bomber.

My wife's best buddy's about to make his grand entrance.

TMI, Dad.

Listen, mouthpiece!

Look, man, don't let me go Tarantino up in here!

Crack the safe, or I'll blow her brains out!

Look, look, okay, okay.

You see the zip ties on my wife's wrists?

That's kidnapping. Special circumstances.

You kill either one of us now, that's a death penalty beef.

Be smart. Okay.

Better yet, why don't you imagine

what a smart person might do here.

Listen, counselor, you got 10 seconds,

and after that, you become a widow.

- Open this safe. - It's widower.

Really, Gary?

10! 9! 8!

Gary, please!

- 7! - Listen to your wife, Gary.

6! 5!

Gary! 4!

For God's sake, think of the kids!

2!

You seriously gonna make me shoot your wife, dude?!

Gary!

All right! All right!

All right!

All right.

Damn it, all... all right!

I'm doing it.

All right.

Okay. All... All right, I did it, okay.

Really? Your old lady almost died for some watches

and a bunch of files?

Those are privileged documents.

I would do the same for you if you were my clients.

What's this?

Cellphone.

I can see that,

but what the hell's it doing in the safe?!

It's got to be worth something.

Just take it.

Again, I urge you to reconsider.

And I urge you to shut up before I put

a bullet in your mouth just to keep you from talking.

A bullet wouldn't shut him up.

You and your buddy are making a huge mistake here.

Objection overruled.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Top shelf like this ace, girl ♪

♪ If sexy was a race, you'd be first place, girl ♪

♪ Place, girl ♪

♪ You go style, you got taste, girl ♪

- ♪ Taste, girl ♪ - ♪ You know if you was mine ♪

♪ I would keep you laced, girl ♪

- ♪ Laced, girl ♪ - ♪ So do your thang, girl ♪

- ♪ Thang, girl ♪ - ♪ Keep doin' your thang ♪

♪ Doin' your thang, doin' your thang ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪ - ♪ Do your thang, girl ♪

- ♪ Thang, girl ♪ - ♪ Keep doin' your thang ♪

♪ Doin' your thang, doin' your thang ♪

You're the best wife in the world.

True.

By the way, I invited Frank over for dinner tomorrow night.

It's non-negotiable.

We seriously need to work on our foreplay.

Like it's not bad enough I'm trapped in a car with him

all day forced to listen to Lynyrd Skynyrd.

I just want to lay eyes on the guy

that my husband spends his days with.

Two hours tops.

Just the four of us.

Four of us?

I told him to bring his girlfriend.

Holly.

What does she do again?

Uh...

Kyle.

Where?

Gracias, Silvia.

Muy amable.

Soy como zombi sin mi café.

Hey, can I get a...

Reverse racism.

That's not a thing.

Housekeeper discovered them when she showed up for work.

Crew got away with the usual... Jewelry, watches, and pills.

Detectives.

Mr. Millstone, I'm Detective Chavez.

This is Detective...

Oh, morning, Frank.

Gary.

You've already met?

In court.

On those few occasions Frank makes an actual arrest.

Most of his investigations wind up

with an innocent man in the morgue.

Innocent?

Until proven guilty, yeah.

Now, I realize you're more used to planting evidence, Frank,

but if you need any advice in collecting it,

I'll be right outside.

But you've already contaminated this crime scene, Gary.

You leave a slime trail wherever you go.

I wear your scorn as a badge of honor, Detective.

Who's that?

_

That's Vince Parker, head of Millstone's security.

I'd say somebody's out of a job.

We think these are the same suspects who robbed Millstone.

Hmm.

They hit three houses on consecutive nights

in Palos Verdes about six months ago.

Four weeks later, same deal in Beverly Park.

Yeah, I remember those jobs in Beverly.

Wilshire division asked us to run surveillance on them.

So, their M.O. is to hit a few houses

back-to-back then go to ground.

Which is why we think we've got a great shot tonight.

We're gonna roll half a dozen surveillance teams,

blanket the neighborhood.

I think we're wasting our time.

The inventory from the Millstone job was a pretty rich score.

Good chance these two are done for now.

10th floor sees it different.

Brass is worried these suspects are escalating their violence.

You mean they're worried they're doing it in Hancock Park?

What's up with you?

Nothing's up.

It's called being in a good mood.

So, what's his name?

Who's name?

Mr. Good Mood.

Shouldn't you be running position checks?

King 2 to King 7, what's your situation?

King 7 all clear.

King 1, no activity.

I'm telling you, they're not coming.

No way you can know that.

You know what a jackal is, Kyle?

Jackals hunt in pairs.

Every so often, they come upon a carcass, big game.

They'll feed on it till it's gone.

Right now, those two are feeding on Millstone's carcass.

Trust me, trainee.

They've gone to ground.

King 1 to King 2.

Eyes on the subject.

Late model dark sedan.

You were saying, training officer?

Subject just pulled up.

Killed his lights. Now he's just sitting there.

Maybe we got lucky.

Hmm.

Looks like he's wearing night goggles.

Should we take him now

or wait for him to get out of his car?

Now.

But I thought it was better to grab them

during the commission of a crime.

That's what you always say.

Don't do that.

What? Think.

Becca, Tommy,

circle around the block, turn off your lights,

and wait for my signal.

King 3, hold your position.

Where are they going?

Just get on my 6:00, trainee. Keep your eyes open.

Now.

Show me your hands.

Turn over.

Parker?

What were you doing out there?

Enjoying an evening constitutional.

Constitutional implies walking, Parker.

It does not involve peeping into people's homes

with night-vision goggles.

Hypothetically speaking,

I would only be out there to retrieve my employer's property.

You been working for an asshat lawyer so long

you're actually starting to talk like one now?

You know I used to be one of you.

I read your file.

Terminated for excessive force while on duty.

A word, Detective Chavez.

I want you to kick him.

What's going on?

Apparently I'm releasing Parker.

- Why? - I don't answer to you, Frank.

Who do you answer to, Joy?

I still can't figure that one out.

We're not filing. I want him gone.

You realize he works for Gary Millstone, right?

That's exactly why I've asked Chief Lockhart to release him.

This is Deputy D.A. Finney.

She's protecting Millstone. I don't care who she is.

We're not protecting anyone, Detective.

I'm in the middle of a high-profile murder trial

with Millstone as we speak.

Albanian enforcers.

Not nice men.

My witnesses are ready to testify.

Last thing I need is for Millstone to have a chance

at a mistrial because you're harassing him

about his own home invasion.

Parker has an alibi for the other burglaries.

This is not up for discussion, Frank.

Cut him loose now.

Look what we found.

Parker was using a tracking device.

Found it on King 3's surveillance vehicle.

Except Lockhart just ordered us to stand down on him.

_

Lockhart doesn't know what she's dealing with.

Set up on Parker.

I want to know where he goes, who he talks to,

what he has for breakfast.

It's time to drag Dracula into the light,

watch his flesh burn.

What's so urgent?

It's your partner. I'm concerned.

Frank isn't my partner.

Don't be insulted.

I'm trying to protect you.

Frank's about to go off the rails.

Seven years ago, a supplier named Cal McQueen

went after a dealer who'd stiffed him.

A civilian father of two was hit by a stray bullet.

Frank managed to locate an eyewitness...

A nurse at county named Robin Meyers.

Two weeks before the trial, Meyers disappeared.

They found her car at LAX.

McQueen walked.

And Millstone was McQueen's lawyer.

For Frank, Millstone's personal.

And that's the real reason you released Parker.

To wind Frank up, watch him spin out of control.

Just let me know if he crosses the line,

and believe me, he will.

You're supposed to be my security.

- Calm down. - The other night

when those two plop heads had a gun pointed at

my wife's head, I felt very insecure.

But for my sorcery,

you'd be a disgraced cop in federal prison.

That's right. Lipstick, mascara,

all your teeth knocked out for easy access.

Now, you find those two mouth breathers

before they do any real damage.

Parker hasn't moved.

Well, eventually he has to.

Otherwise Millstone found himself a new head of security.

So, is it serious?

What serious?

It's not like that.

Besides, I'm not gonna confide in a man

whose most meaningful relationship

is with his surfboard.

And whose fault is that?

Are you jealous?

Check it out.

Here he goes.

You see this?

That's Mrs. Millstone in the background.

If you want me to feel sorry for her, I don't.

She's still wearing her wedding band.

That has to be 20k worth of diamonds.

Pretty hard to miss.

Why wouldn't they take her ring?

They got plenty.

Maybe. Only how'd they know about the safe?

Let me ask you a question.

What did Lockhart want?

She told me about you and Millstone.

About Robin Meyers, the witness who disappeared.

Disappeared my ass.

Robin Meyers was murdered.

She didn't want to testify.

I was the one who promised her things would be okay.

So, I have to get up on the stand and say what I saw?

That's right.

And McQueen will be there?

He will, but I'll be in the courtroom with you, too.

I'm scared.

I know. I would be, too.

But you're the only one who can put him away.

You promise me I'll be okay?

I promise.

So you think Millstone had something to do with it?

A few years after Robin, a witness, not one of mine,

went missing on another Millstone case.

Three more since.

How do you know it's not Millstone's clients

who took out the witnesses?

- Look at the evidence. - What evidence?

Exactly. There isn't any.

No prints, no casings, nothing.

It's too clean. His clients aren't that smart.

Millstone's behind this. I know it.

Lockhart's waiting for you to make a mistake, Frank.

And she thinks because

this is personal for you, you'll get sloppy.

I got to pick up Holly for this ambush

your wife planned for us.

Nothing I could do.

Well, just make sure she doesn't serve dessert.

I want to make it an early evening.

Hey.

How'd you know the crew wouldn't show that night

during the stakeout?

I've been doing this a long time, trainee.

Maybe too long.

I see you went with the chicken-fried steak.

Brave men.

Have something for me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I look like a pawn shop?

That's for you, stupid.

What's for me?

Files and a phone.

Okay, now we're talking.

What, do you got to make wee wee?

The hell you so nervous about?

If anybody sees us talking to you, they'll think we snitches.

Looks bad breaking bread with a cop.

I couldn't agree more.

You followed me?

Okay, I'm impressed.

A little.

Who the hell is this?

Oh, you want to be introduced?

Lou, Danny... meet Kyle Craig.

Kyle, meet our home invaders.

You finally lost in, Frank.

I knew something was off!

I couldn't figure out how you were so sure

the crew wouldn't hit again.

But hiring those fools to jack Millstone,

I will not go along with this.

Just hear me out.

I got a tip on those Beverly Hills break-ins.

Val briefed us about and gaffled Lou and Danny.

We cut a deal.

They hit Millstone's, keep the loot,

and I get the contents of Millstone's safe.

Only the District Attorney is authorized to make deals.

- Look at this. - So what?

It's locked. I got to see if Rebecca can hack it.

So you're gonna rope her into this?

Millstone's been having witnesses killed, Kyle.

He's been getting away with it for years,

and he's gonna keep on getting away with it.

I think I finally found a way to prove it.

I'm not gonna go to prison chasing one of your hunches.

We're gonna be late for dinner.

So, I'm a boot fresh out of the academy.

I don't know my ass from my elbow,

and I open it, cats come pouring out.

I mean, dozens of cats.

There's more cats every time he tells this story.

Well, trust me, a lot of cats.

- So, what'd you do? - Only thing I could do.

I stood up on a chair, put one hand over my privates.

I hold up my lighter to the ceiling

and trigger the sprinkler system.

The water comes spraying out,

and these cats, man, they just scattered.

Is he this funny all the time?

Nope.

Well, we don't want to overstay our welcome.

Alyse, you probably have an early shift.

Oh, no, it's fine.

I'm actually off tonight and tomorrow.

What are you gonna do with your day?

I thought about taking a yoga class.

You know, we should go together.

I take an 11:00 A.M. in Larchmont three days a week.

Amazing. I'd be lucky if I make one class a week.

Your schedule must be pretty flexible.

Are you self-employed?

I am.

I run my own business, so I make my own hours.

Really? What kind of business?

I run a dating service.

Like an online thing?

It's more of an escort service.

Escort service.

Oh, okay.

So, is that how you two met?

- No, not really. - Yep.

On second thought, I think we really do

have to wake up early tomorrow.

We don't, sweetie. Frank, can I get you another beer?

Sure.

Oh. This is the hospital.

Excuse me one second.

I'm gonna use the head.

Oh, Frank.

You know, we've got something in common.

We both know it's not easy having Frank for a partner.

Tell me about it.

Riding with you is good for Frank.

He'd kill me for telling you this,

but when you were gonna be his trainee,

it was the happiest I'd seen him in a long time.

Frank and your dad were like brothers.

Frank never fully recovered after losing Billy.

I know this is a lot to ask, Kyle.

I know who Frank is, how he can be.

Please just watch out for him the way your dad did.

He needs you.

You invited Frank to a dinner party?

It was my wife's idea.

She wanted to meet my training officer.

Where's Tommy?

Still watching Parker.

Frank asked me to look into Millstone's phone.

You knew, didn't you?

About the home invasion?

Not until last night.

I don't question Frank.

Frank hunts the things that hunt the innocent.

If he played by the rules, I probably would've died

somebody's plaything, my organs sold off on the black market.

So if it's a choice between rules and results, guess what.

So, good times at the Craig house last night.

A few thoughts, trainee.

Sort of a post mortem.

One... under no circumstances are we ever doing that again.

Your wife's a good cook, but our women should never hang out.

Too many trade secrets for the both of us.

Anything else?

Yeah. Buy some domestic beer.

You don't deserve Holly. You know that, right?

Were you able to crack the phone?

Millstone was using an advanced symmetric block cypher.

Basically an algorithm that locks down the phone's hardware.

So you can't tell me who he called?

He wasn't making calls. He was texting.

Couldn't recover the texts,

but I did put dates on the transmissions.

About a dozen of them over the years.

Any of it mean anything to you?

Bastard.

What?

June, 2010.

What about it?

That's when Robin Meyers went missing.

Millstone gave the order, and whoever's on the other end

of that phone made her disappear.

Frank, this last one was just sent a few days ago.

Didn't Lockhart tell you.

Millstone was in the middle of a homicide trial?

He's put this thing in motion again.

He's going after another witness.

- Detective Rourke. - Ms. Finney.

You need to find a place to hide your witnesses.

I beg your pardon?

We have reason to believe that one of the witnesses

in your homicide trial is at risk.

I have seven witnesses, Detective.

Not including police officers, S.I.D., or the M.E.

If someone's in danger, I need to know who it is.

We can't tell you that.

Detective, I thought Chief Lockhart and I

made ourselves perfectly clear about Gary Millstone.

You're in a courtroom trying to out-lawyer him

while he's out here being an outlaw.

So Millstone's the outlaw?

I hope that irony isn't lost on you, Detective.

I go to the judge with unsubstantiated allegations

like this, I open myself up to a mistrial.

You don't, and one of your witnesses can get killed.

Then bring me something I can act on.

You know, something legal.

Son of a bitch.

Whoa.

Some nice pieces here.

Special.

I know, right?

Like I said when I called,

we deal in very selective merchandise.

Yeah, can we just move this along, man?

Well, you two morons clearly haven't put

a lot of thought into this.

Millstone represents nearly every fence in this damn city.

Thank you for your service, Chuck.

Who the hell are you?!

I am the last guy you want to run into

while trying to fence the stuff you stole from my employer.

So... what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

Tommy, give me some good news.

Yeah, you're not gonna like this, boss.

Now, neither one of you are capable of figuring out

that those little paper cowboy hats are actually meant

to cover the seat of a public toilet.

Much less... put something like this together.

Somebody put you up to it.

And you're gonna tell me who.

You're gonna be begging to tell me.

Hmm?

They call this... a Tucker Telephone.

Named for the Tucker State Prison farm

back in Arkansas where the technique was invented.

Oh, it's just an old antique hand-crank phone

hardwired to a couple of dry-cell batteries.

But man, it does the trick, huh?

Who turned you on to Millstone?

Who has the phone?

Well, that's kinky.

What are you gonna do, shoot me?

I was thinking about it.

Nah.

I'd rather just kick your ass.

A genuine Tucker Telephone.

I'm geeking out here, Parker.

That's a real piece of history.

Hmm. Can you imagine what it must've been like back then,

back before political correctness

and, uh, what the hell do you call it?

Micro aggressions.

You know, guys like us, today we're monsters, right?

But back then, they would've said

we were too soft on suspects.

Hey.

Why don't we set the way-back machine

to those thrilling days of yesteryear?

Eisenhower's in the White House,

and no one's ever heard of Miranda vs. Arizona.

I got Millstone's magic phone,

the one that makes witnesses disappear.

Like that Twilight Zone

where you push a button and somebody dies.

I know it's a death ray.

Just don't know how it works.

Wish I could help you out.

Yeah.

You know, people say that, but they don't really mean it.

I got to make a long-distance phone call.

Hello? Hello?

Duluth, Duluth, come in, come in.

We found a dozen text messages,

each corresponding to a witness who disappeared,

including a nurse named Robin Meyers.

Remember her?

I sure as hell do.

Brave woman, ready to testify against

one of your employer's dirt bag clients.

And you guys had her killed for it.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Bravo six! Bravo six!

Got Charlie on the wire! Repeat, repeat!

Charlie's on the wire! Request immediate air support!

Millstone used the cellphone to text

a contract killer named Ulysses.

Local, but no one knows who he really is,

not even Millstone.

So Millstone can't be tied to him.

Millstone's not stupid.

- So how does it work? - Easy.

Millstone texts a photo of the target along with

a timetable and wires money to an offshore account,

then just sits back and waits.

- A perfect system. - Makes it impossible to prove,

and a coerced confession won't cut it.

Not with me, not with the D.A.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Crying shame about the criminal element in this city.

If only lawyers like you weren't so good at getting them off.

This is low even for you, Rourke.

Man makes a good point.

It's not what you know, Gary.

It's what you can prove, remember?

Like this phone.

Legally, I can't say how I came into possession of it,

you understand, and for obvious reasons,

you can't tell me it's yours either.

I should've realized the other morning you were behind this.

This isn't your day, Gary.

You never lost a case, but you're about to lose two today.

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

The one you're trying against Regina Finney, and of course,

the upcoming trial in which you will be the star defendant.

You're delusional.

Multiple counts of murder for hire,

including Robin Meyers,

the nurse I convinced to testify against Cal McQueen.

You had her killed and ditched her car at LAX

to make it look like she'd run off.

Nobody likes a sore loser, Rourke.

I have your phone.

Phone proves nothing.

You know, that's what Parker said

when he showed me how it worked.

I think I came up with what we call a work-around

that results in your confession.

You know, I'm not some gang banger you can intimidate

with your little Marshal Dillon act, Rourke.

You're not as clever as you think you are, Gary.

Actually, it was very simple.

All I had to do was wire the money to an account

in the Caymans, the same way you did.

You know, the genius of your system is in its anonymity.

Ulysses doesn't know who you are.

He just waits for the money to hit his account,

and off he goes to work.

So I sent him your photo and, uh, your Bentley's GPS.

Then I thought, you know, just to make it interesting,

I'd add a little wrinkle.

I texted him that I needed the job done A.S.A.P.

Figure, uh, he should show up any minute.

You have a choice, Millstone.

Use the phone and enter the abort codes

and implicate yourself.

Or go ahead and die.

Watch out for the red dot, Gary.

Now, you can enter the abort code,

which proves your guilt, or you can start drafting your will.

Either way, I walk away a winner.

I don't know about you, trainee, but I think

we ought to give Gary here

a wide berth to consider his options.

Say, I wonder if it's that tall guy over there.

Just...

Give me the damn phone, Rourke.

J-J-Just give it to me!

I...

I want to hear you say it.

I had her killed, okay?

Robin Meyers.

I paid to have her killed, have her car left at LAX.

Standby to trace the ping.

Standing by.

Copy that.

Tommy, you read me?

Suspect is in the park.

Who is this?

Afternoon. I was wondering if you had

any interest in home repairs.

Lower level near the fountain.

I have a crew in your neighborhood

who'd be happy to stop by and talk with you.

You okay?

Hey, you know I'm the only guy

who really understands you, right?

Not the time or place, dude.

Well, we don't really see each other

outside of work, so these are the only

times and places we do have.

Well, congratulations, Parker.

You're a douche bag who can now add rat

to your online dating profile.

Put him in the conference room.

You realize Mutt and Jeff could tank your story, right?

Lou and Danny are long gone.

Let's just say lesson learned.

So, can you really link this maggot

to the witness in the McQueen case?

Robin Meyers and all the others.

What's the matter, Joy?

Not the outcome you were expecting?

I don't have expectations when it comes to you, Frank.

If you'll excuse me.

Come to gloat?

There's nothing to gloat about.

No way to bring those people back.

But there is a way you could bring peace

to the family of one of them.

Robin Meyers.

What happened to her?

Why should I tell you anything?

You can survive as a lawyer inside, but not as a snitch.

You don't want McQueen to know you ratted him out.

Which is my next call.

Where is she?

Lake Hollywood.

Yes?

Hello, Kathy.

Come in.

It's been a long time.

We caught Robin's killer.

There's also a chance we may recover her body.

At least now you know for sure.

You can let her go.

Frank.

You have to let her go, too.

♪ Oh, Father, tell me ♪

♪ We get what we deserve ♪

♪ Oh, we get what we deserve ♪

♪ And way down we go ♪

I could get used to this, seeing you more.

♪ Way down we go ♪

I have to go home.

I'm jealous.

I can't help it.

Your husband gets all of you, and I only get what you give me.

These moments.

You know, it's funny.

He thinks he's the only one who really understands me.

♪ Yeah, but for the fall ♪

But the truth is nobody gets all of me.

♪ Look him right in the eyes, yeah ♪

I'm not like your husband, Rebecca.

You knew what you were getting yourself into.

This is how it has to be.

Just tell me if you love him.

This isn't the time or place.

♪ We get what we deserve ♪

So, where are your unindicted co-conspirators, Lou and Danny?

On a bus bound for Alaska.

I revoked their L.A. privileges.

Don't ever put me in this position again, Frank.

This is a shotgun wedding.

We're together because we both want to find the men

who murdered my dad, and I'm willing to sacrifice

everything to find them except my principles.

I won't give you those.

They're mine.

Hey.

Look who stopped by.

Ma'am.

How are you?

Well, I have work to do.

I'll leave you guys to it.

I'll be quick, promise.

She's lovely.

You're a lucky man.

I know.

Hope you're a smart man.

Look, Chief, I really don't have anything worth reporting.

Tell you what.

Why don't you report something and let me be the judge.

Don't ever come to my home again.

Boy, please.

You work for me.

You think this is a game?

Parker was a dirty cop working for a corrupt attorney,

and you chose to let him go

because you're fixated on catching Frank.

You have no idea how much you and Frank are alike.

If I find out that you're covering for him,

I'll take everything away from you.

Your badge, your pension,

and that's just for starters.

Frank is not the one you need to be scared of.

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