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(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Yeah? -WILCOX: Plane's leaving Miami.

Landing at 9:00 a.m. with six keys of fentanyl.

Is the meeting confirmed?

Looks like it.

I need confirmation. Lots of strings to pull.

Yeah. Tell me about it.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

It's them.

Stay cool and it'll all be all right.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Crazy Heaven club, looking for wife.

You want to join? Huh?

Thanks. I got one already. Hey, listen...

STAZEK: Why we never go out together, my brother?

Why you didn't have good time with me?

(SPEAKING POLISH)

Hey, listen, the plane's landing at 9:00.

-So you got to sober up, okay? -All good?

Six passengers.

You're a fucking genius, man.

Tomorrow we sit down with him.

Six passengers will get my uncle's attention.

All right. Girls, you tell him to go to bed. Okay?

-You need to fucking sober up. -STAZEK: Ah!

I'll pick you up in two hours, okay? I need you sharp.

-STAZEK: I was born sharp, my friend. -(PETE CHUCKLES)

-STAZEK: Born sharp as a fucking razor! -PETE: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry, sweetie. Was I talking too loud?

ANNA: You should tell him there's no bad words in our house.

You're so right, baby. You're so right.

Hey, you know that camping trip that we were talking about before?

The one just me and Mom?

Mmm-hmm.

It's tonight.

-Really? -Yeah.

You want to go wake up Mommy?

-Are you sure? -Yeah, go wake her up.

Mom, wake up!

Mommy! Mommy, wake up!

We're going camping!

It's happening.

You got 20 minutes.

Keep the lights off.

(SIREN WAILING)

(PHONE RINGING)

MONTGOMERY: Yeah?

WILCOX: Boss, Koslow is taking us to the General in the a.m.

We're moving in. I sent you the ops plan. We need verbal approval.

Give me a sec, Wilcox.

How many bodies you got?

WILCOX: Eleven. Four surveillance, seven arrest team.

You did good.

Koslow was your idea.

You'll get credit for this.

Concur. You're good to go.

Thank you, boss.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming.

This is Ryszard Klimek.

His gang, known as Wojciech

is one of the major importers and distributors of fentanyl,

the new dope sensation among junkies,

also known as pink or synthetic heroin.

We're going after him.

We have a source inside, his top drug runner,

who will receive the drugs and take them to the General at his factory,

providing all the evidence we need to move in.

Please make a visual note of our source.

And when we move in, go easy on him.

I'm gonna hand over to the tactical team leader

for the layout of the meat factory and final brief back.

-Pete, I'm not gonna need that key. -Hey. Hey. Hey.

You don't open the door to anyone.

-And if I'm not back here by 1:00... -Pete, stop it.

-...then you leave without me. -I don't want to hear this.

1:00 pm, baby. Okay?

You got to promise me.

This time tomorrow, we'll be on the road.

All this will be over.

(DOOR CREAKS)

All right, same as usual.

This is recording now and will be recording the whole time.

All your private numbers are in there.

Mother, Cousin Jackie, and Dad, it's me.

If I need to communicate, I will send you WhatsApp messages

using one of these names.

If I call you, don't be surprised. Just answer.

Right before you meet the General, they'll strip you of all electronics.

This one needs to enter the room.

The wire's in place.

Today you need to wear mine.

Hey, it's my ass that's gonna get pat down. The wire's in place.

All right, let's test it.

You want to turn around, please?

Of course. Sorry.

Oh, and if you feel your life is in danger,

ask to smoke a cigarette.

We'll come get you, okay?

Might buy you more time.

Yeah, done.

Riley, let's test it.

Say something.

Those Polacks won't give a fuck if I want to smoke a cigarette.

RILEY: Sounds great.

All right. Let's stamp it.

All right, it's June 12th, 2017, at 0500 hours.

This is FBI Special Agent Erica Wilcox.

The following recording will be of Co-operating Witness 1245-X-ray-8

regarding case number 9-Alpha-NY145774.

The recording will be a consensually-recorded meeting

between CW1245-Xray-8

and Stazek Cusik and Ryszard Klimek.

(STAZEK IN POLISH)

Jeez, guys, a bit obvious in that damned van.

Okay, guys, we got to go. The prey is moving.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Let's stop at the liquor store.

I want to buy a bottle for my uncle, okay?

My God. This guy has no clue.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

MAN: Whitey Fisk.

(IN ENGLISH) Whitey Fisk? You know him?

Yeah. We did time.

Trust him?

Yeah, he's a straight guy. Why?

We have a buyer. We're going to Agnieszka Bar.

Wait, wait, wait. What? What do you mean you got a buyer?

How did you find him?

I checked. He's good.

Fuck.

(TEXT ALERT DINGS)

I really want to see my uncle's face when we show up with cash.

Jesus Christ.

My cousin's one annoying bitch.

Hook me up.

You don't want any of that. Her face... It's a problem, believe me.

He needs to stick to the plan. He'll fuck everything up.

We follow to Little Poland?

-Guys, there's been a change of plan. -MONTGOMERY: Yes?

Source was ordered to take drugs to a buyer

on his way to Klimek.

MONTGOMERY: Okay. If the exchange takes place,

arrest the buyer, recover narcotics.

Copy that.

We follow to Little Poland.

WILCOX: Guys, we follow. You stay close by.

MAN: Copy that.

Sit here.

I'll take everything you've got, cabron.

-Whatever we've got? -Yeah, that's right. All of it.

What are we talking about? Huh?

You got a half key or a key, okay.

Six.

Motherfucker! Six keys?

You got a bunch of Polacks walking around with six fucking keys of fentanyl?

(CHUCKLES)

I fucking love it. Y'all crazy, man.

I ain't got the cash for six, but I'm gonna get that shit, though.

You're not good for six?

No, no, no. I'm good.

I'm good for three, okay?

Just give me a couple of hours. I'll bring back the cash. Bam!

(SIGHS)

Huh?

Relax.

I'm cool, Polack.

You look a little nervous.

Are you the money guy?

Hmm?

You guys want the fucking money or no?

Three keys, it's 85K.

Yeah, I can fucking count.

You got that in two hours?

I guess you motherfuckers don't know who the fuck I am, huh?

No, I don't know who you are.

You did time in Bale Hill?

-That's right. -Whitey Fisk?

Yeah. 05209.

-I did time in Bale Hill. -Yeah?

Whitey, he was over there in section three, right?

D section.

Right?

They don't got numbers. They got letters over there.

Who else did you do time with?

Well, fuck you guys. Fine.

Fine, just give me half a key.

I'm good for that right now. Fuck it. (SNIFFLES)

-I thought you said you wanted three. -Yeah. I want half a key now.

(EXHALES)

What the fuck is his problem?

His problem is you didn't answer my question.

-Which question is that, cabron? -Who else you do time with?

Cantrell and Del Ray. And go fuck yourself.

-Go fuck myself? -That's right.

(SIGHS WRYLY)

Del Ray, he's murdered.

And Cantrell, he's scratching walls up in Austin County Mental,

which means that you picked two guys we can't check on.

What the fuck are you trying to say?

PETE: I'm asking you one more time.

How the fuck is a spic junkie gonna raise 85K in two hours?

-Spic junkie, huh? -(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) You got a nasty fucking mouth, you know that?

You don't even know me, man.

Are you a cop?

Fuck you.

I'm no fucking cop.

Why the fuck you say that, man?

You're a cop.

GOMEZ: Fuck you.

PETE: If these guys find out you're a cop, you're a dead man. You understand?

GOMEZ: Stop saying I'm a fucking cop.

-It's a serious accusation, homie. -PETE: You'll die here tonight.

Where you come from?

I'm a drug dealer, you dumb fuck.

But I don't want to go down for being a cop killer.

-How far is rescue? -Five to seven.

Call them. Now.

Move it in, guys. Yeah, now.

Put your money back.

Put your fucking money in your pocket.

Fuck it. You guys don't want my money. Fuck you, then.

You got one chance.

And I'm gonna give it to you in a few seconds.

You fucking understand me?

Get the fuck out of here. Can you believe this fucking guy?

You waste my time again I'll fucking kill you.

GOMEZ: Don't fucking touch me.

I said get the fuck out of here.

It's no deal. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Waste my time again, I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Chill the fuck out!

Chill the fuck out! All right?

Yo, freeze!

Put your fucking hands up.

Hands where I can see them. NYPD.

Chill the fuck out. You too, motherfucker.

I'm wired, you fuck.

Huh?

What the fuck?

Woo hoo hoo!

Burrito on the floor.

(GUNSHOT)

Don't, for fuck...

You don't fucking kill cops in New York!

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Get some garbage bags.

Come on!

We need to clean this shit.

(MAN LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Got to smoke a cigarette.

Call off rescue. Let's make this fucking car disappear.

SO is two minutes away.

STAZEK: You're smoking now?

A cop just got killed.

-Call them off. -STAZEK: Come on, go.

Calling it off, guys.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the fuck are you looking, man?

(SIRENS BLARING)

Come on. I need you inside.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(STAZEK SCREAMING)

Okay.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) When did you understand the buyer was a cop?

Early in the conversation.

Well, I thought he was a rookie who got into more than he can handle.

I felt he might take advantage if I gave him an exit.

You thought by kicking and pushing him to the ground

he would take advantage of such polite exit?

I was trying to avoid bigger problems for Wojciech.

An NYPD cop just got killed in New York.

Do you know what that means, Piotr?

Bad business.

They will shut down all illegal activities

until they find their cop killer.

Now, Stazek doesn't have documents

because Stazek does not exist,

but you?

NYPD will come for you.

The best drug runner in Wojciech.

Oh, Piotr.

This is bad business for me.

I'm sorry, Mr. Klimek.

Oh, no. Don't be sorry.

That feeling doesn't take us anywhere.

We were talking about business here.

Please, sit down.

Stazek tells me that

the cop was pointing the gun in your face. Correct?

So, Stazek saved your life.

You now owe the price of your life to Wojciech.

How much is your life worth?

I don't know.

Two words.

Closed market.

Bale Hill is a holding unit.

It sends prisoners all over the state.

A hub.

We control the product inside the Hill.

We control the supply to prisons all over New York.

You did four years at Bale Hill, right?

So if anyone can get drugs inside that's...

that's you?

You... You want me to control the supply inside?

I mean, how would I do that?

Oh, you're a resourceful man.

With fentanyl, we can have tens of thousands hooked on our product.

They will work off their debts to Wojciech.

Not only in prison, but afterwards on the street.

I will own a fucking army.

You'll break your parole.

My lawyers will convince the judge to send you back to Bale Hill.

With good behavior, you'll be released in five years max

and our debt will be extinguished.

My life ain't worth that much.

How much are the lives

of your wife and daughter worth to you?

We found them driving around your house.

So frightened.

Suitcase filled with clothes.

You informed them what happened at Tekniska.

I just told them to get out of the house.

Where are they?

Outside. Waiting for you.

Oh, don't worry.

Sofia and Anna will be okay...

while you're inside.

Now... fuck off.

WILCOX: You safe?

You guys left me in the fucking lurch.

You were supposed to take us directly to The General.

PETE: I can't call those shots.

I'm only a soldier. I do what I'm told. You understand?

Only a soldier? You just brought in six keys for them.

It would've raised suspicion.

They would've stripped me naked.

WILCOX: Look, meet me tonight and hope we can salvage something,

otherwise four years of hard work just went down the fucking drain.

-What the fuck you talking about... -(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Are you fuck...

-(KNOCK ON DOOR) -NINA: Anna, do you wanna come and play?

Do you wanna go play with Nina?

-Listen, sweetie... -She's fine. Don't, now.

NINA: I can see you.

-NINA: Hi. -SOFIA: Hi, Nina, you wanna play?

-Yeah. -Go ahead.

-Come on. -Go the the backyard.

Why didn't you do what I fuckin' told you to?

Just one sec.

Why didn't you fuckin' leave?

Pete, you've got blood all over you.

Answer my question. Why didn't you protect Anna?

I wanna know what's going on.

Why didn't you protect Anna?

-I'm sorry... -I don't wanna hear sorry.

I don't wanna hear fuckin' sorry.

You were supposed to take Anna away from there, 1:00 p.m.

You think these people would have a fuckin' problem

-in killing the both of you? -Don't talk to me like that!

We tried!

We fuckin' tried!

We kept driving around the block hoping you'd be back.

Fuck you!

(CRYING)

Come on.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(LAUGHING)

(SIREN WAILING)

Driver's license, Carlos Herrera.

His real name was Daniel Gomez.

Who the fuck are you?

Detective Edward Grens, Organized Crime.

He was one of mine.

What happened here?

It was supposed to be a low-level buy off a street tip.

GODFREY: They cut his throat, pulled out his tongue.

They knew he was a cop.

What'd you say his name was?

-Hey. -Hey.

Thanks for taking me here. So romantic of you.

Yeah, dig in.

Real nice. Why am I eating this?

Shut up and eat, girl.

Homicide talk about anything?

Like what?

I think Daniel's connection was Polish.

Entire NYPD force in this manhunt.

You don't consider sharing this little fucking detail?

I got to check my sources before they get spooked

by the stampede.

You heard of Ryszard Klimek, aka "The General"?

Polish crime boss, right?

Came over from Poland after serving 20 years

in some shithole Eastern European dungeon.

Now he's moving pieces all over the board.

You think he has something to do with Daniel?

Gomez was killed in this bar in Little Poland.

It's impossible to trace its owners.

The streets link it to The General.

Security cameras across the street record Gomez entering at 11:09,

then at 11:27 this guy pops out.

Look at his body language. This is a man who's just done bad.

-What do you need? -Your badge.

IA is coming after me.

Christ, Eddie.

I sent a man when he wasn't ready.

This is on me.

Hold on a second. Watch my six.

That girl over there was Daniel's source.

Shit.

Shit. Help, help, help, help!

I'll give anyone $20 who stops the puto behind me!

Help me out! Help me out!

-GRENS: Move, nigga, move! -MAN: Hold on.

CAT: NYPD! Get the fuck back!

GRENS: Tell me what happened to Daniel. Tell me what happened to Daniel!

I don't know nothing, okay?

GRENS: Tip got Gomez killed. Tell me who's the snitch.

NADIA: Like I had something to do with it. I don't know shit, man.

Hey, Grens, you wanna talk to me for a second?

CAT: Hey, Ed. Hey, Eddie, you wanna talk to me outside?

-Ed, outside, please? Right now. -GRENS: You wanna be locked down?

-CAT: Ed? -GRENS: You're gonna be down.

What are you doing? You wanna get these motherfuckers?

This bitch better talk.

You are scaring the shit out of her.

You wanna calm down, you wanna be professional,

-and let me do this, all right? -(SIGHS)

-Do what you got to do. -You stay here.

Hey, honey, you wanna scooch over for a second, please?

Stazek carved him up like that?

You think I'd fucking do that?

I'm just trying to find a professional way to say this.

-Say what? -You're fucked, Koslow.

-Wait, who the fuck is he? -WILCOX: He's my boss.

We tried to close the case on The General and bury this whole mess.

But Washington labelled the case as weak and took the embassy off the table.

With all due respect, sir,

the fuck you talking about, taking the embassy off the table?

You just watched me smuggle a dozen keys through Polish diplomatic pouches.

Deal was to give you enough evidence to indict The General,

which I have fucking over-delivered at this point.

Erica, I've done my part.

I want out.

Agent Wilcox here has a plan to keep your status alive.

You should listen to her and hope I like it 'cause in my book,

you're old news, my friend.

WILCOX: Pete, I think there's a way out of this.

We go along with The General's plan.

Evidence of fentanyl being methodically distributed

inside a state prison buries Ryszard Klimek for good.

And if that happens, you're a free man.

The fuck you talking about?

Go back to prison?

That was never part of the plan.

And where is the part of the plan where you become

an accessory to the murder of an undercover policeman?

How am I an accessory when I tried to help him?

It's all on the tape.

And you guys put me there.

If I inform the NYPD that I'm working with a witness

to Officer Daniel Gomez's murder, you will be exposed.

If you're exposed,

General's case falls apart.

If I say no?

Prosecutor will have you serve the remaining 12 years of your sentence

and then tack on whatever the NYPD pins on you.

Some fucking bullshit.

I tried to help him.

You're a convicted felon

who was present when one of their own was nearly beheaded.

You should think of your family, Pete.

Look, once you're in charge like The General wants,

you just build a list of all the inmates and CO's distributing for him.

Every one's a potential nail to crucify that son of a bitch.

I need to know you're in.

And let me guess. If I fuck up in Bale Hill, I'm alone, right?

Don't fuck up.

(SCOFFS)

WILCOX: (OVER RECORDING) Look, once you're in charge like The General wants,

you just build a list of all the inmates and CO's distributing for him.

Every one's a potential nail to crucify that son of a bitch.

I need to know you're in.

PETE: And let me guess. If I fuck up in Bale Hill, I'm alone, right?

WILCOX: Don't fuck up.

CAT: Yeah. Thank you.

All right. Thank you.

Yeah, thank you. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Okay, I've got a couple of hits on the names.

First's a Pole, street name's Stazek.

Real name unknown, whereabouts unknown.

Unfortunately, that's it on him. He was probably recently imported.

Well, what about the American?

This is where it gets interesting.

-Peter Koslow, he's... -What?

Complex. "Born here, parents immigrated from Poland.

"Gulf War vet, sniper.

"Served an additional four tours in Iraq,

"medals, medical history, post-traumatic stress disorder."

Crashed and burned a few years ago.

Manslaughter, got 20 years for killing a guy in a bar fight.

-Then it's weird. -Weird, how?

Well, the file looks like it's been redacted.

"Paroled from Bale Hill after four

"pending the full investigation of new evidence."

Doesn't add up, though.

But who could fuck with his jacket like that?

Feds is my guess.

Can you dig into the Fed angle?

I can't just fucking poke around the Feds

like they're one of your junkie hookers, Grens.

Look, I think this is the guy who shot Daniel.

You said Bale Hill, right?

Bale Hill was part of Daniel's cover story.

He liked it because his old man served time there.

But that was years ago. This guy was fresh out.

He could have tripped the kid up on something.

Let me see what I can do.

Shit. Got a breakfast date with my sweetheart.

Wait, this guy you're running to, is this somebody special?

You jealous?

I'm just hoping his name ain't fucking Logan or Chad or Brett.

Layla. Her name is Layla.

Layla?

-Cat, why didn't you tell me that? -(CAT CHUCKLES)

Lay...

Yo. I should come with you and Layla. Y'all want a chaperone?

-What are you doing here? -We have to talk. Important stuff.

Don't ever come knocking on my fucking door. Go to the garage.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

-(IN ENGLISH) Whole night awake. Fuck. -What happened?

I had to do some sweeping.

The guy you did time with.

-Whitey? -Yeah, Whitey.

We found him 30 minutes ago.

Why didn't you fucking listen to me?

I told you, the cop just used his name. He's a straight guy.

You can complain to my uncle.

He wants to see you.

-Your wife good cook? -Why?

It's an old tradition to invite the boss home before prison.

Use a little of this to break your parole.

Rest enters Bale Hill.

Yeah, I still got to figure out a way out of here.

Figure it out fast, Piotr.

Detective sniffing around Little Poland.

Monday you need to be inside.

Kalash told me you went out last night, motherfucker.

-Where did you go? -That's none of your fucking business.

Come on. I want to know. Where did you go?

My wife's next door.

You have kurwa?

She good fun?

Who is she?

Come on, tell me.

You mind if I bonk her a while when you're inside?

You touch any of my things when I'm inside and I'll carve your fucking eyes out.

When? Tomorrow? In a month?

When?

Two days.

If you go back inside, you'll never get out.

You know that, do you?

You happy to spend the day with Daddy?

Mm-hmm.

What are you doing?

You see that down there?

That's where I'll be going on my business trip.

But I don't want you to go.

I know, sweetie, but what if I told you this was the last time?

(PHONE DINGS)

Got to go.

WILCOX: New warden's name is James Leinart.

He's been briefed.

You give him the list, he'll put you in solitary.

And then in 24 hours,

the appellate court judge will put you back on the streets.

Daddy, you're too loud. I can't hear my movie.

I know. I'm sorry, sweetie.

Yeah, just watch your movie.

Sofia and Anna will be in an FBI safe house

before Klimek even knows what happened.

You have my absolute word on that.

Look, um...

I'm gonna need three favors.

First, I'll need a major drug sweep day after I get there

to dry up the competition.

Second, have Warden Leinart

put me on program post detail.

And third, in six days...

courier these beautiful yellow wonders

to Deputy Superintendent Reseda Johnson, compliments of the Bureau,

so the prison receives them on Founders' Day.

-There's gotta be a government seal... -I can't do this, Pete.

You know, if the prosecutor finds out that I helped people get high,

he'll destroy me, you, and the case.

You...

You have to fucking help me out here.

I can't do it.

It won't come through if it don't come from you guys.

Have Leinart assign me to roof and garden maintenance.

That I'll do.

The drug sweep I'll also do, but the rest you're on your own.

How's Sofia holding up?

Just fucking great.

(PHONE BUZZING)

-I'm sorry, I gotta take this. -Yeah.

One second, boss.

I gotta go.

You'll be fine.

-(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) -(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(SPEAKING POLISH)

Piotr!

(IN ENGLISH) Pete, you should have told me we have friends coming tonight.

They brought me so many presents to keep me comfortable when you're away.

You have such an adorable wife, Piotr.

-Beata. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

We should get this little creature in bed and we can celebrate.

Let's go. I will help.

-It's okay, I got it. -No, no, no, no. Please.

Piotr, I insist.

After you.

I don't have kids, Pete. I regret it.

Must be wonderful.

It is.

Beata wants them, but I'm afraid...

I would suffer too much if something happened to them.

Imagine someone hurts them.

In the honor of bravery of Pete, his courageous wife,

here is a Polish song entitled I Used To Be A Rose.

It talks about the love we give to our partners.

(ALL TOASTING IN POLISH)

(SINGING IN POLISH)

Yeah. You need more reason to dig?

The General just left the Koslow residence.

Honey, you want to go to the zoo or not?

-Let's go to the zoo. -Come on.

-SOFIA: We'll be back in a couple of hours. -WOMAN: Okay.

-Be a good girl, okay? -WOMAN: Be happy.

-PETE: You know Daddy loves you very much. -ANNA: I know.

Can I go now?

-NINA: Anna, come on! -Pete?

Pete, come on.

Give me a kiss?

See you later, guys.

-Bye. Have fun. -ANNA: Bye, love you!

Send me photos!

WOMAN: Yeah, of course.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Those kids with the drone?

Better call them today.

Pete, don't worry. I don't want you to worry.

-I'll take care of it. -You still got the key?

It's right here.

It's gonna be fine.

OPERATOR: 911, what's your emergency?

Please, I need help. My husband's going crazy.

He wants to kill me. Please send someone fast!

OPERATOR: Just hold it right now, ma'am.

Ma'am, is he armed?

Do you have any children in the house?

Please send someone fast.

(BASEBALL BAT CLATTERS)

(SIRENS BLARING)

(GATES CLANGING)

MAN: I'm going to prove it!

OFFICER: Second time round, huh?

I want you to stand right there for me.

Now, what language is that?

I don't know. I was drunk when I did it.

Maybe Chinese or something.

OFFICER: So you're not gonna tell me, huh?

Okay, now, show me your arms.

-Are you affiliated? -He is.

Last term, he became a courier on behalf of the Poles.

Look at you. They gave you the white shirt, Slewitt.

-His bed been assigned? -Not yet.

I got this.

Welcome back, Koslow.

Let them know he's here. Follow me.

(BUZZER)

(PRISONERS HOLLERING)

SLEWITT: Stand right there.

Okay.

PRISONER: I see you, boy.

PRISONER: Hey! Come here, boy! Yeah, you see me talking to you.

Don't walk away from me!

Hey! Hey!

-Morning. -Morning, boss.

Morning, gentlemen.

PRISONER: What's up, what's up?

Wake up, sleepyhead. Hey, big man.

Carlos.

Hey, yo, fellas.

Looks like we got us a new white boy.

What up, Slewitt?

Smiley, this is Koslow, your new cellie.

Try to make him feel at home.

Hey, don't be scared. They'll be gentle.

Won't you, boys?

The Prodigal Son returns.

I need two extra mats.

You, and you, roll it up.

It's your lucky day, dickhead. We're moving you into a cell.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Each and every business that takes

place under the roof of this facility

runs through me.

Comply, or I crucify you.

-Get back to your block. -Yes, sir.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER: Rise and shine, ladies!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(ALL CLAMORING)

It's time to get the fuck up!

Name?

Koslow, Pete.

Previous term you kept yourself busy, huh?

Roofing, HVAC maintenance?

We should get you on the program, Mr. Koslow.

I'd appreciate that, Warden.

Name?

OFFICER: That guy. That guy.

-Next. -You.

This dumb fuck.

They've swept the whole place, kurwa. Bone dry.

That's a lucky break for us.

Product will be here soon.

(SPEAKING POLISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Under the table.

(PHONE DINGS)

Who?

K-O-S-L-O-W. Comma, Peter.

-I'm sorry, I don't... -Don't apologize.

Me, I'm old school. I knock on doors,

get-right-there-in-your-face type of cop.

Wilcox, we gotta go.

Sorry. You are?

Detective Edward Grens from the NYPD.

-Everything good? -Yeah.

We're just having a conversation about somebody named Peter Koslow.

Decorated vet.

Driver/security for the Polish Consulate.

Fast-tracked almost smells like a bogus parole violation.

Back into Bale Hill.

Same prison he was serving 20 years for murder

before somebody pulled him out,

pending the investigation of new evidence.

Anyway, I want to know why your subordinate's name keeps popping up

around this admittedly suspicious motherfucking file.

I'm sure that Agent Wilcox's name

pops up on a number of case files, Detective.

You should check with the DEA.

They just sent me here.

WILCOX: Look, if I was involved in the kind of proactive operation

that you are suggesting, I would be intimately acquainted with...

Peter, what was his name again?

-Koslow. -Koslow.

Our organizations might not see eye-to-eye, Detective,

but we have extended you every professional courtesy we can.

There's Koslow, right after Gomez was killed.

That Prius screaming, "We're the FBI!"

That's y'all leaving the scene.

And here... even though this picture may be hard to read

that person looks very much like you, Agent Wilcox.

Driving away from the crime scene.

You want to pit your field office

against the biggest police department in the world?

Let's do it.

We love us a good fight.

Have a good day.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

What perfume you wear?

Smells expensive.

GUARD: All right. Let's get this shit cleaned up.

Okay, that's enough.

GRENS: It must be tough on you.

-We'll get through it. -GRENS: Like you did the last time?

I checked the old visitor logs at Bale Hill.

You and Anna never missed a visitors' day.

That's how you kept him strong, huh?

You let him see how much he had to lose.

(SIGHS)

What do you want?

Someone killed a friend of mine.

I used to think your husband did it,

but now I'm not so sure.

This FBI thing has got me thinking otherwise.

Look, I'm here to help your husband.

But you got to give me something to work with.

You know, five years ago we walked into a bar

looking for a jump start for our car.

Some bikers inside started making comments about me

so Pete asked them to stop...

and then he was fighting three of them.

That night,

I went from being the wife of a great father

and a loving husband to the wife of a convict killer.

And since then,

every time someone tells us they wanna help

they end up doing the exact opposite.

So unless you wanna buy something...

With all due respect to you and the NYPD,

get the fuck out of my store.

I'm not like all the others, Mrs. Koslow.

I hope you don't learn that the hard way.

Stay safe out here.

And here we go.

Let him through.

GRENS: The Knicks hardly get that exciting, huh?

Who's this?

Motherfucker, I'm the hangman.

And I just put a tight noose around your neck.

In a few hours, you're gonna be alone on this yard.

It'll be the scariest moment of your life.

Your only way out is that man in front of you.

His name is Vermin.

When you're ready to talk about Officer Gomez's murder,

tell Vermin to call the hangman.

Here I am, dead man.

Present and fucking accounted for.

We need to talk.

I got a fucking present for you.

Why are you selling fucking product on my patch?

To get your attention.

You have it.

I don't think it's what you want. Slewitt.

That's for not respecting the system.

That's for not following our rules.

Smiley, listen, listen, listen.

Please, listen! You gotta listen to me.

I'm here to take out The General.

I need... I need his Bale Hill distribution chain.

I need all the names.

I'll take him down. I'll fucking help you.

Make it look like a suicide.

Clean up after you're done.

(CHOKING)

Is killing me as important as

six keys of fentanyl per week?

What are those names for?

What are those names for?

I'm a snitch.

I'm a snitch.

(SIGHS)

Let him down.

(COUGHS)

It's their fault then.

(PETE GASPS AND GROANS)

Are you all right, dead man?

You're a snitch?

I made a deal with the Feds to take down The General.

Look, you're on top now.

But The General's coming for you harder than ever.

If you give me that list...

I'll bury that Polish cocksucker.

That's all?

So, what's it gonna be?

If you're alive in three hours...

you fucking own my ass.

You can wait here.

Grens went to Bale Hill.

Shit.

-I'm sure Leinart blocked him. -He did.

But it's only a matter of time before he gets to Koslow.

He's already got Washington on the fucking phone

asking me why an NYPD cop is trying to subpoena a file

on an FBI informant who shouldn't exist.

Look, we just need to stall a few days.

Koslow is so close to delivering,

and then it won't matter.

What? What are you thinking?

-Burn him. -No.

He has a family, I mean, you can't make this call.

The Bureau can't afford the luxury of your precious feelings right now.

We looked him in the eyes. We made him guarantees.

You took a convicted killer out of prison,

you ran him off the books and you stuck him in a room

where a cop was murdered.

If you don't see how this is about to blow the fuck up

and tear you apart with it,

you're not the agent I thought you were.

How fucking dare you?

I was operating under your authority.

You will not throw me under the fucking bus

if don't burn an innocent man.

I don't have to throw you under the bus.

I didn't know anything about this operation.

You were trying to impress a superior and you went too far.

We'll make an example of you.

You will serve jail time. I guarantee it.

You know, I started on this floor 23 years ago.

My desk was right there.

Burn him.

It's an order.

(COUGHS)

I had you, white boy.

Smiley Phelps was right behind you.

Like an angel.

(CHUCKLES)

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, warden? I just wanna shake your hand.

Come on, leave the warden alone.

Oh, no, it's okay.

I just wanna thank you and congratulate you

for running this place the right way.

I'm now requesting solitary.

I can't do that, Pete.

You leave me out here, I'm a fucking dead man.

Sorry, Pete, they were very clear.

Who was clear? Look, this wasn't the deal.

Just get Wilcox here right now.

Escort the inmate back to his block.

-Yes, sir. -Leinart, come back here.

Come on.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

GUARD: Time is up!

Come on, guys. Get off the phones.

Next in line. Six minutes.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Wilcox.

It's me.

Hey, it's me.

I did it. I drew you the picture.

Why aren't you saying anything?

I did what you told me, and I drew the picture

and now I need to show it to you.

I need to show it to you right now.

You promised you'd come see it. You fucking promised.

Fuck, you there?

Hello?

Hello?

How much time I got?

Two minutes and 15 seconds.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello? -It's me.

Pete?

Are you okay?

The key...

you gotta use it right now.

Why?

They fucked me.

I'm not getting out of this.

No, no. You shut up. You listen to me.

There is a detective.

He... He asked about the dead cop.

He knows about the FBI, okay?

You don't fucking give up now.

Okay. All right. Give him the tapes.

Tell him there's information about Daniel Gomez.

He'll know what to do, but you gotta...

you gotta make him promise to protect you, too.

You got to do it right now. You and Anna, you ain't safe.

You got to get out of the house right now.

Okay, baby. You got to get out of the house right now. Promise me.

Promise me right now, okay?

-Now. -I promise you.

Time is up.

Pete.

I have some information that might interest your biggest client.

(SPITS)

WILCOX: Move away from that box.

Sit on the chair.

How'd you find me?

Your phone. We heard everything. We tracked you here.

Now, you and Anna need to get off the grid.

You need to go somewhere the Poles won't find you.

Take those tapes

and get the fuck out of our lives.

PETE: The fuck you talking about?

Go back to prison?

That was never part of the plan.

(TAPE REWINDS)

PETE: How am I an accessory when I tried to help him?

It's all on the tape.

And you guys put me there.

MONTGOMERY: If I inform the NYPD that I'm working with a witness

to Officer Daniel Gomez's murder you will...

(TAPE REWINDS)

WILCOX: I was always close by, Pete.

I was never gonna let anything happen to you.

(TAPE REWINDS)

WILCOX: How's Sofia holding up?

PETE: You just scared my daughter.

She'll stop trusting me now.

WILCOX: Sofia and Anna will be in an FBI safe house

before Klimek even knows what happened.

You have my absolute word on that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

(SHANK UNSHEATHES)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SHANK CLATTERS)

Your time is closer.

(CONTINUES GRUNTING)

(PETE GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT)

(ALARM SOUNDS)

(WHISTLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMS)

Get the fuck back. Stay the fuck back. Stay back.

-Back the fuck off. -Everybody, on your knees!

Face the wall! Hands on the wall!

-Back the fuck up. -On your knees!

Face the wall! Hands on the wall!

Stay right there. I'm gonna run this in his fucking brain.

Back the fuck up! Just take me to talk to your boss.

Koslow, tell him. Don't do anything stupid now.

Get the fuck back. Back off!

I will kill him right now. Back the fuck off.

Back the fuck off.

Do what he fucking says!

Just stay away from him.

Stay down there. Stay down there.

Get the fuck away. Get the fuck over there.

-It's okay. -Get over there.

I'll drive this into his fucking brain. You hear what I'm saying?

Get the fuck over there.

I will fucking kill him right here. Back the fuck up.

It's all right.

-(ALARM CONTINUES RINGING) -(GROANING)

You tell Leinart I wanna talk to the press.

I want a phone to call my wife.

He's got 15 minutes to comply or I'm gonna fucking kill this guy.

-Take it easy. -Give me the keys.

Stay there.

(SCREAMING)

You stay right there.

-What color? -Black.

Fuck!

(GROANS IN PAIN)

What color's the next door?

Blue.

(CRIES)

(SCREAMS)

You fucking...

(STATIC OVER RADIO)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER RADIO)

I think we should put the...

Girls, don't leave the bikes outside.

-Take them in the backyard. -Yeah, Mom.

Thanks so much, sweetie.

The biggest prophet must be out of...

(MUMMERS TO SELF)

Czesc.

-Hi. -You're so sweet.

Anna.

Anna, come with me.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Go inside. Go inside.

(SINGING IN POLISH)

Get away from us.

Call. Call...

Fuck you.

(LINE RINGING)

-(GLASS SHATTERS) -(ANNA SCREAMS)

(CONTINUES SINGING)

GRENS: Ms. Koslow.

Ms. Koslow? Ms. Koslow, is that you?

Surprise.

Ms. Koslow?

-Everything is ready, sir. -(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Hey. -I just got word from Leinart.

Koslow has taken a hostage.

-He wants to talk to the press. -I know.

Dziedzic has granted me his authority.

I'm going out there.

This ends now.

(ALARM CONTINUES RINGING)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SIRENS WALING)

Fuck.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

NYPD, freeze!

-(GUNSHOTS) -(GASPS)

Where are they?

-(GUNSHOT) -Ah!

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Stand up.

SOFIA: No. Don't take my...

Shut up or I'm gonna kill her. Shut up.

-(ANNA SOBS) -Now, we're gonna play a game, okay?

Where is he?

Where's our friend?

(PANTING)

There he is.

Sit down.

I will cut your tongue out like I did with your friend.

(GUNSHOT)

(SOBS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH STRAINING)

(GUNSHOT)

OFFICER 1: (OVER RADIO) Attention, federal authorities are superseding

local chains of command.

10-9, federal authorities are superseding

-local chains of command. Over. -(POLICE SIRENS BLARE)

Federal authorities are coming in.

OFFICER 2: Everyone ready. Move! Move! Move!

OFFICER 3: Go! Everybody get back.

OFFICER 1: (OVER RADIO) Lead two moving into position.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

LEINART: Hey, Pete.

Pete.

It's only me.

Everything's cool.

I got the phone so you can call your wife.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Welcome. Ray Barnes, HIT supervisor.

Get me up-to-date. Where are we?

Inmate Koslow is holding CO Slewitt up there in the HVAC room.

There are three shooters in position. One to the north.

We got two more south of these towers.

They're the one with eyes.

What decision do I need to make in the next five minutes?

Well, right now we're buying time.

Breach will be through in 15 minutes.

HS is still stuck in the traffic.

Warden Leinart is giving Koslow one of our phones

so he can call his family.

-If he calls the press, cut the call. -Copy that.

(PHONE RINGING)

-Yes? -Hey, Sofia, it's me.

SOFIA: Baby, what's happening?

Baby, are you safe?

Tell me what's happening.

Everything's gonna be all right, sweetheart.

Just... I got this. Don't worry.

Are you and Anna safe?

Yes, we're safe. We're safe.

Anna is here. You wanna talk to her?

-All right, put her on. -Yes.

Talk to your dad.

Are you coming home, Daddy?

I'm trying, my love. I'm trying.

It's just...

I got held up here, but...

Please, Daddy, come back home. I'm scared.

I'm trying, my love.

I'm doing everything I can to get home to you as soon as I can.

I just want to tell you that.

Daddy loves you very much.

I love you very much.

Cut the call.

Put Mommy back on.

-Babe... -Babe...

(DIAL TONE)

(GRUNTS)

OFFICER: I have a visual of inmate with a shiv in the officer's throat.

Reds, what you got?

Zero movement, sir.

-Three? -Negative, sir.

Lost the visual.

Slewitt. Wake up.

Hey.

God damn it. What the fuck is he doing?

Come on.

(GRUNTING)

What the fuck?

(SCREAMS)

There you go.

Come on.

That's all you got?

That's all you got?

(GRUNTS)

Red three, you have the shot?

Negative. No clean strike.

Repeat, no clean strike.

I have a clean shot.

Repeat, I have a clean shot. Hostage clear.

You're cleared hot.

(GAS HISSING)

-(LOUD EXPLOSION) -(SCREAMS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

OFFICER: (OVER RADIO) We got a survivor.

We got somebody. Let's go.

Give me an ID on the survivor.

OFFICER: I need an ID on the survivor.

Slewitt. S-L-E-W-I-T-T.

Well done, Agent Wilcox.

Good job.

Get the door. Coming through.

Go, go!

All right. Let's go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

OFFICER: All right, we're loaded. Let's move it out!

I'm coming with you.

(SIREN WAILING)

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) Inbound, multiple contusions, first and second degree burns.

ETA eight minutes.

(GUNSHOTS)

You cuff yourself to his leg.

(PANTING)

(SIREN WAILING)

I recognized him on the stretcher.

Where is he?

In a motel upstate.

Address?

If you shield me from the OPR investigation

-on the Gomez murder... -You think I'm here to negotiate?

Who else knows about this?

You and me.

You need to fix this.

No one can save you from the Gomez investigation

while Koslow is alive.

Sunnyside Motel, Northern Ave., Murray Hill.

Room?

304.

You know what to do.

I can't.

I can't.

If you can't, I will.

Keith, I'm so sorry.

-I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. -Agent Montgomery?

I'm special agent Barbara Lee with OPR.

We have a federal warrant for your arrest.

Please put your hands behind your back, thumbs together.

Yeah, we have our target in custody.

Meet us at pier 11, Wall Street.

Don't it just warm your heart to see the FBI

and the NYPD finally cooperate?

Koslow, it's from Wilcox.

She couldn't get rid of the tail on your family.

We need you to lay low for another month till it gets all worked out

with the corrupt prison investigation the FBI is conducting.

She promises you're gonna see your family soon.

But you need to go now before they catch you.