(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(gunshot firing)
- Oh shit!
(tires screeching)
(gunshots firing) (intense music)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- It's a punching bag.
(gunshot firing)
(gunshots firing)
(shotgun cocking)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- [Chris Voiceover] What constitutes a threat?
Is it a person?
(fighters grunting)
Is it a weapon?
(fighters grunting)
The person holding the weapon?
(fighters grunting)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- The bigger The weapon, the bigger the threat, right?
- [Student] Right.
- Wrong.
Threat boils down to intent.
Reading that intent is how you keep yourself safe.
And the most important intent, of course, is your own.
What do you intend for yourselves?
- Give me a break.
- Problem solving isn't about fighting.
It's about diffusing.
If someone wants my money, chances are that's all they want.
- What are you saying, you just hand them your money.
- That's right.
- Yeah, I'm not about that.
I'm not gonna just let someone take what's mine.
- Well, you keep all your money in your wallet, Kyle?
Your bank account will survive, but only if you do.
- Come on, man.
I thought this was advanced techniques,
not Eastern philosophy.
- It's both.
- Ah, whatever, I want my money back.
- Sure, you can handle that after class.
- No, we can handle it right now
'cause you wasted enough of my time.
- Okay.
(tense music)
- Fuck this.
Obviously not all interactions
can be solved with pacifism and refunds.
So for the ones that turn violent,
well you want to know how to defend yourselves.
(calming music)
(footsteps tapping lightly)
- I remember when that was taken.
Something wrong with trying to cultivate a little nostalgia?
- Guess not.
It's good to see you.
- Same here.
- What can I do for you, Lieutenant Archer?
- You know what I'm gonna ask.
- No.
- Think about it, Christopher.
I know business hasn't been the best.
- Somehow I'm not seeing
how going back to work for the cops is gonna help my gym.
- Well you wouldn't be a cop, outside.
The department actually wants someone from the outside.
We need supplemental training.
A pilot project to be applied across the department.
Workshops, seminars, whatever you want, fully integrated.
Your curriculum, your rules.
Your dad was a good cop. - I'm not-
I'm not interested.
- Okay.
I'm in the neighborhood these days.
12th precinct.
Tomorrow, 10:00 AM.
He was more than just these walls, you know?
(light melancholy music)
(light melancholy music continues)
- What are doing? - You want me to stand by?
- No, I want you to do your fucking job, man!
- He fucking shot me, man! - Oh my God.
You think dad would've been proud of you?
- Don't bring dad into,
don't bring dad into this. - Don't touch me.
- You know what?
I'm sick of you shit.
I'm sick of it! - Chris.
(light melancholy music)
(light melancholy music continues)
(people chattering lightly)
(light tense music)
(breeze whooshing)
(tense music) (people chattering)
(basketball bouncing)
- I would've had that.
- Yeah, sure.
- Still can't hit a three.
- Still talking smack?
- Pretty sure I'm up, what,
three games if I remember correctly?
- Two actually.
And we both know how solid your memory is.
- What are you doing here?
- Official gym business.
Pam thinks running a diffuse and disarm seminar
is gonna change the world or something.
- Jesus, the gym.
Let me walk you to Pam's office.
- No, I'm fine.
I'll find my own way.
- What gives, man?
(tense music)
- Hey Kenny.
Who's your friend?
- Chris, my brother.
Chris, you remember Sergeant Hatton.
- Oh yeah, yeah, your brother.
How could I forget?
The guy who used taxpayer money
to pay his way all the way up through the academy,
right until he found out what the job was really like.
- You seem to know the story pretty well.
- Mm-hm.
One day pass, what's the occasion, family reunion?
- Archer's deescalation initiative, sir.
- Oh, that's right, that's right.
You're here to, to teach us all how to play nice.
Is that it? (chuckles)
So uh, so what's in there, friendship bracelets?
Come on, show me.
Teach me a lesson.
- I don't think you can afford me.
- Go ahead Mr. Son, that's why you're here, after all.
(locks clicking)
(gun clicking)
- Simunition, converted to paint markers.
Tactically identical to your service weapon.
- I know what it is.
- Hey, watch out, Sarge.
Might draw a funny mustache on your face.
- Blue means dead.
- Works for me.
(lively music)
(fighters grunting)
- That'll do.
Don't you have some paperwork to file, Sergeant?
If you're looking for something to do,
I'm sure there's all sorts of things
that could use your attention.
- Why didn't you say anything?
- Truth?
I didn't know if you'd come if I had.
- And how long has Ken been here?
- Ken transferred back to the 12th a few months ago.
He said he reached out, but nothing.
- Oh, and uh, Sergeant Hatton.
Are you kidding me?
- Hatton carries a lot of weight around here.
Look, I don't like his warrior bullshit anymore than you do.
But if we're going to change things, Christopher,
we have to work with guys like him.
I need Hatton just like I need you.
- Oh, I'm so dead.
- Late night?
- No, I'm just dreading the workload.
Where'd I put this stupid pass?
- Sifting through hard drives really so bad?
- Sometimes I wish I never peeked behind the curtain
of what people keep on their computers.
But it does have its perks.
- If you say so.
Hey.
- Michelle, hey.
- Are you here to see Ken?
- No, I had an appointment.
- Oh, I should go.
Um, later.
- Abby, not embarrassing at all.
- Yeah, not at all.
- So who's your appointment with.
- Pamela Archer.
- Wow, well connected.
- She's a friend of my dad's.
You're off duty later?
- Sure.
(bowling balls clanging) (upbeat music)
Mark 'em.
- Kicking my ass.
- What compels people to eat finger food while they bowl?
- Oh, they're sociopaths.
Anyways, it wasn't really uh, a help.
It's more just testing a theory,
and thank you for proving it.
- Which is?
- All cops like the bowl.
- Are you profiling me now?
- It's just a theory.
- Can I profile you?
You and your brother.
There's something there.
- You ask that as if you didn't read all about it.
- That's game.
We don't have to talk about family if you don't want to.
- No, it's fine.
After that, me and Ken, we just don't see eye to eye.
(melancholy music)
- New game?
- Yeah, sure,
- Let's do it.
(melancholy music)
Well, I had fun.
- Losing five games is fun?
- Yeah, well.
- Unsolicited advice, talk to your brother.
Also, text me if you want a rematch.
Also, just text me anyway.
(melancholy music)
(tense music) (rain falling)
(lively music)
(lively music continues)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Fuck off!
(gunshot firing)
(intense music)
(intense music continues)
(gunshots firing)
- Hey, sorry I didn't get back to you.
I was busy.
I guess I have been avoiding you a bit.
Anyways, hit me up.
Maybe we can uh, schedule that rematch.
It was good to see you.
Bye.
- Fuck you, pig.
Fuckin' bullshit.
- Shut up.
- Come on, man, I didn't do nothing.
- I said shut up.
Where's the Sarge?
- Cleaning up.
(tense music)
- Boss wants you waiting out front.
- All right. - Now.
I can take him from here.
I said out front, now.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Don't do me like that!
Don't leave me here!
(tense music continues)
(suspect screaming)
(gunshots firing)
(ominous music)
(air swooshing)
(visitor pounding on door)
- (yawning) Hold on.
Ken, Ken.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Ken, Ken, Ken, Ken.
Ken, what happened, what happened to you?
- Sh, sh, shot.
- Who shot you?
Shit, fuck.
(Ken moaning)
Shit!
It's okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
I'm gonna get you help, okay?
Please, what?
Come on, man.
(Ken muttering) (tense music)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please, please, Ken!
Shit.
(Chris crying)
Shit, fuck.
- Police.
We had a report about an officer down.
- He's up here.
He's hurt.
(tense music)
- What happened?
- I don't know, he just,
he was banging on my door, I opened it.
I, I found him like this.
- Excuse me ma'am, can I talk to you over here?
Just some questions.
- You sure?
He didn't say anything?
He didn't give you anything?
- No.
(tense music)
- Freeze.
Put your hands up.
On your feet.
Let's go.
Now back up.
I said get back.
- Check him.
(tense music)
- Eyes on me.
Back up.
Nice and slow.
Go.
More.
Keep going.
Freeze.
Stop there.
Check the other rooms.
Get down on your knees, slowly.
Now drop it.
Put it on the ground.
- We're clear.
- What did he tell you?
(tense music)
It's too bad.
I was kind of looking forward to your class.
- Gun, gun!
(gunshot firing)
(fighters grunting)
(tense music)
(gun clicking) (bullet clattering)
(tense music)
- Go, go.
(tense music continues)
- Oh shit.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Yes.
No, no problem.
I'll be there.
What's the address?
(tense music)
Say that again?
(tense music continues)
- Detective, a word.
They found the car back here.
Brother's apartment, must have been visiting.
The brother's missing.
House keys are still upstairs.
- So they left in a hurry.
Didn't or couldn't stick around for us.
- What happened here?
There were already two off-duty officers on scene
when first responders showed up.
- Who?
- Kurt Spencer, Winston Gale.
They're on the... - I know who they are.
- Yeah, apparently they were nearby when they heard shots.
Both received injuries, retrieved on the scene by EMTs,
then declined further care
and left the responding units to deal with the mess.
- Did they identify their attacker?
- Only description was an Asian male.
- Asian male?
Like the missing brother.
- Yeah, they said they'd file reports, then they left.
- Well, where the fuck did they go?
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Speak.
- We didn't get to him in time.
- So you don't have it?
- No. - We couldn't find it.
The brother must have it.
- Brother must have it.
Let me ask you a question.
Keeping in mind all the other things I gotta deal with,
all the delaying, diverting, destroying as a result,
could you have possibly fucked this up any worse?
- It's encrypted.
It's not like he can do anything.
- Don't fucking touch him.
I try to be fair, boys.
We all look out for each other.
We all get an equal share.
We all clean up after ourselves.
Fair?
I think so.
So this is how we're gonna do it.
You're gonna find him, get rid of him.
Hey, pay attention.
Find it, get rid of it.
No ifs, ands, or butts.
Is that fair?
I can't hear you, is that fair?
- It's fair. - Fair.
- Good.
Clean yourselves up, you look like shit.
And call King, start looking.
No one says anything to anyone until I say so.
Lucky I'm in a good mood today, Gale.
(tires screeching)
(melancholy music)
(melancholy music continues)
(people chattering) (phone ringing)
- Lieutenant.
Respectfully, what the hell is going on here?
I've got one dead cop, one missing brother.
Both of whom you know personally
and eyewitnesses who say that two off-duty cops
may have just walked right in
and started shooting up the place.
Why did you assign me to this case?
- Detective,
is there some reason why you shouldn't be on this case?
I gave you this case
because I know that you can handle it for me.
Yes, I know both of the Son brothers.
Knew their father, too.
He was a good cop.
I would hate to tarnish his name or the precinct's.
And if I'm going to avoid doing that,
I need you to please help me make sense of all of this.
Anything you wanna share?
- Uh, maybe ma'am.
I'll keep you posted if I have something.
(motor humming)
- Where is he?
- Inside.
- Did you phone it in?
- No.
No, I figured you guys want to handle it.
- Yeah, you figured right.
- [News Reporter] Police are on the hunt
for an Asian male named Christopher Son,
who evaded arrest after police found his brother,
a plain clothes officer, murdered at his apartment.
If seen, please do not approach.
The suspect should be considered armed and dangerous.
Any information on his whereabouts
should be reported to your local authorities.
- So what's the plan?
- We got it from here.
- Yeah.
- Good looking out, Gary.
- Hold up, whoa.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Chris.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
- Oh, fuck.
- Chris, I'm so sorry about Ken.
You need to tell me what happened.
I can help you, but this doesn't look good.
You hiding like this, it makes you look guilty.
- Yeah, well what was I supposed to do?
They were cops.
- What?
- Two of them.
Ken was running from them.
I had to run, too.
- Did you get their names?
- One called the other one Spencer.
They tried to kill me.
- Okay, do you have any idea why?
- Ken gave me this.
It's gotta be connected.
- Okay, here, here's what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna get you in protective custody.
- No, no way.
- You can't keep hiding here, Chris.
There are things we need to do.
You have to give me a statement.
I can protect you.
- What, from the police?
- I don't have a choice.
This is my case.
- Consider this an anonymous tip.
- That's not how it works.
- Forget it.
- No, nothing on the radio.
- Okay.
Keep an eye and don't move till I get there.
- It's all there?
- Yeah, of course it's all there.
What are you waiting for, a fucking hand job?
Get out.
Listen to me.
I could eat your bosses and your dad for breakfast,
and you don't want to know what I could do to you.
All you need to know is that when I call you, come,
and when I say so, you go.
Just get the fuck out.
(tense music)
Fucking asshole.
- Crazy bastard.
- [Michelle] Chris.
- You don't need that.
- I wanna believe that, Chris,
but I need to know you're gonna make the right decision.
- You really think I'm safe with you?
- You want justice, this is how.
- Justice.
Those cops are gonna jump through
whatever hoops they have to for the optics.
They'll be protected.
Ken will still be dead.
- What would you do?
Help me out here, Chris.
- I am.
You've got everything you need.
(tense music)
- If you're not gonna come in now, at least wait here.
I'll talk to Archer.
She cares about you.
I'll be back soon.
Here.
If you need something.
- Oh, there she is.
Okay.
(gun clicking)
- You're still here?
- Yeah.
- Shit.
- You uh, you got any coffee?
- Yeah, sure.
Help yourself.
- Thanks.
- [Clerk] Two bucks.
- Yeah.
- Extra five, extended shoe rental.
(arcade game music beeping)
(punch thudding) (clerk grunting)
- Hey, hey.
Hands up, hands up.
Don't fuckin' move.
Where is it, asshole?
- It's in my pocket.
- Don't, hands up.
- King, check it.
(tense music)
(intense music)
(Gale screams)
(intense music) (fighters grunting)
(gunshots firing)
(intense music continues)
(fighters grunting) (intense music)
- What you doing?
You, huh?
You the one?
- Fuck you.
(Gale grunting)
(tense music)
- Why?
(Gale panting) (tense music)
Why'd you kill him?
(tense music continues)
- Wait.
He saw.
- What did he see?
(tense music)
(ball banging)
(inquisitive music)
(inquisitive music continues)
(keys clacking)
(door buzzer buzzing)
- Dude!
You know it's like present day, right?
You could have DM'd or emailed or texted or did a,
okay, come in.
Anyway, I'll need new table,
'cause there is no way that stain is gonna come-
- Abby, shh. - Out.
What's up?
So Ab, you know how to recover a hard drive, right?
- I mean, I could explain to you
why that's a silly question
to ask someone who worked for three years
in criminal computer forensics, but I mean I just.
- So if I gave you a memory card or a damaged hard drive,
you'd be able to show me what's on it?
- That doesn't sound very official, Detective Tesbar.
- It's not.
I just, um, I need someone I can trust.
Ab, I wouldn't be asking.
- Okay, what is it?
Oh, okay.
I get it.
Sure, I'll help.
- Is there anything else I can do?
- No, just leave it with me.
I'll call you when I get something.
So get outta here so I can work.
- Thank you, yes, thank you.
(rain pattering)
(clerk groaning)
- Sir?
Sir, are you okay?
- I, I know you.
- Who did this to you?
Okay, I'm gonna get you some help, okay?
Just stay still.
This is Detective Tesbar.
(lively music)
(lively music continues)
- [Archer] Hello?
- Lieutenant.
- [Archer] Detective, what do you need?
- I have reason to believe
that Officer Son's brother, Chris,
is likely pursuing a personal vendetta
against Sergeant Hatton and his squad.
- [Archer] I see.
- You don't sound surprised.
- [Archer] Not much surprises me, Detective.
You like sushi?
- Sure. - Good.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Wait, wait, Andrew.
(Gale grunting)
- You piece of shit.
I told you to wait.
Just do what I tell you.
- He was gonna get away.
(kick thudding) (Gale grunting)
You thought letting him kick your ass
and then getting away was a better idea, huh?
Hey, what does he know?
- He knows nothing.
(punch smacking) (Gale grunting)
- He said something.
I can hear him, hit him again.
- I didn't.
- Sarge, my neighbors.
(phone buzzing)
- Get him outta here.
- Come on, Champ, I'll kiss it better.
- Get off me.
- Everybody lays low until I call, okay?
- I'm still good to go.
- Yeah, me too, boss.
- Lay low.
What part don't you fucking understand?
Do I need to explain myself?
- No, I hear you fine.
But what about Tesbar?
- I'll take care of it.
Okay, I got somewhere to be.
Get him home.
You, just fucking go inside.
Go inside.
(tense music)
Fucking assholes.
- Mmm.
Do you want anything?
That'll be all, thank you.
Saki.
- Have to say I'm confused, ma'am.
- About what?
- Well, why we're here.
We still haven't heard anything from Hattan and his squad.
Chris is out there somewhere hiding from them, from us.
And you're having a late night snack.
Why?
- Lieutenant, you didn't tell me this was an ambush.
- Let's call it an impromptu case review.
- Mm.
My officer's medicals clearing them of any misconduct.
- Post-traumatic stress, you're kidding?
- Yeah.
Losing a fellow officer is traumatic experience.
You'd know that if you ever used your service weapon
anywhere but the range.
- This still doesn't say anything about Chris.
Where was he?
Why did they even go to his home in the first place?
- Mm-hm, mm-hm.
Yeah, they were responding to shots fired.
Yeah, the suspect was an Asian male wearing a mask
who fled the scene after killing Officer Son.
Heh, "Disgruntled former police officer"
"shoots estranged brother before declaring war on cops."
Mm-hm, seems to me like Chris is the most likely suspect.
And by the way,
I didn't know you two were on a first name basis.
You wouldn't happen to be fucking him too, would you?
- Likely huh?
Like the blood in the car leading up to the apartment?
How about criminals in uniform.
"Gunned down fellow officer hunts surviving brother."
Might sound good on the news, right?
- Enough.
I brought you here to pool our resources
and find Chris unharmed and in custody.
Now the Sergeant brought the medicals,
and as half-assed as that help is, he is here to help.
- I'm listening.
- So listen then.
What have you learned?
- I tracked Chris down to a bowling alley.
There I found an unconscious employee
and the signs of a pretty bad fight.
But whoever was there
destroyed the security footage before they left.
I have units there now going over everything.
Right now, I think that Chris went up against...
Where is the rest of your squad, Sergeant?
- Well, besides Spencer and Gale,
who are resting at home, where are they?
- Off duty until morning huddle.
(tense music) (crickets chirping)
(sprinklers rattling) (tense music)
(tense music continues)
- God damn timer.
Christ.
(punch smacking) (Spencer grunts)
- Don't move.
(Spencer grunting)
(tense music)
- Please, don't kill me. - Shut up.
Put it on.
- Okay, okay.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
Keep going.
(Spencer mumbling)
Keep going.
(tense music continues)
More.
(Spencer grunting) (tense music)
(Spencer mumbling)
Stand up.
(tense music continues)
Pick it up.
(Spencer mumbling)
I didn't ask you if you wanted to.
I didn't ask you anything, actually.
(Spencer grunting)
Get up.
Pick it up.
(Spencer mumbling)
Pick it up.
Take it.
(Spencer grunting)
(Spencer screams)
(Spencer mumbling)
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I didn't want to.
It just happened.
Perry, not me.
I was just too late.
- [Chris] What did he see, huh?
- I don't know.
I don't know, I wasn't there.
Please.
(tense music)
- Why don't I believe you?
(spray paint can rattling)
(air whooshing) (Spencer grunting)
(Spencer spitting)
Feel bad, trying to talk?
Beg?
Can't get a single word out.
Now you know how he felt.
(Spencer panting)
Code.
(kick thudding) (Spencer grunting)
One, two, three, nine.
- Don't worry, now.
I can do that myself.
- All right,
I want your squad in my office before morning huddle.
We're gonna go over every bit of evidence
until I'm satisfied.
- Tomorrow?
Chris is out there tonight, right now.
- Well it's your case, Detective.
Go detect.
See you in the morning. (chuckles)
- How can you trust him?
We all know what he is.
- Who says I trust him?
I need him.
There's a difference.
(phone buzzing)
- What?
- [Perry] Spencer's in trouble, Sergeant.
- Well, he's not the only one you fucking piece of shit.
Listen, whatever you're doing to him,
I'm gonna make look like a trip to the beauty salon
when I'm done with you.
- [Chris] I don't think Spencer likes that kind of language.
- [Perry] Wait, let me go!
- You pull the trigger or Perry?
Which one of you looked him in the eye,
or were you even brave enough to do that?
- Brave, brave?
You don't know a thing about brave, okay?
We protect you from the animals, you ungrateful children,
because we have the strength to do what you can't.
That's brave, putting down the threat.
- [Chris] Is that what he was to you, a threat?
- Maybe it was both.
Maybe you are, too.
- [Chris] Well you're gonna get the chance to find out,
Sergeant, sooner than you may think.
- You want to come for me, is that it?
Well you come and you see what fuckin' happens
'cause you got a lot more to lose
than a brother and a shitty gym.
A lot more than you think.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(teens laughing)
- What you have?
When you forget it's there and next thing you know.
(both laughing)
- [Teen] Dude, like all wet and confused.
- [Teen] It's crazy, bro.
- Shouldn't you guys be home?
- Uh, and who are you?
- Oh, hey, look at that.
That's me.
- We're just chilling.
- Sure you are, bro.
What's in the backpack?
- School shit.
- Oh yeah.
- I'm not gonna find any surprises in there, am I?
(items clattering)
Okay, okay, clean the shit up.
What's that?
You got something to say?
Nah, 'cause I'm pretty sure-
- Whoa, take it easy, man. - Something on your mind.
- [Teen] Chill, chill.
- Well, you sure you ain't got any community feedback?
(phone ringing)
That's right, go run home!
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
(light clicking)
- Hey.
(fighters grunting)
You're not the begging type, are you?
Come on.
(Perry screaming)
(fighters grunting)
Was it you?
Were you the one that pulled the trigger?
- I don't like to brag.
(Perry grunting)
- Why?
- Ask me nicely.
- Why?
- I'll tell you what a bitch your dead brother was.
(Perry grunting)
(gunshots firing)
(intense music)
(gunshots firing)
Oh, come on!
Don't you want your vengeance?
This is your big revenge kick, huh?
Because your brother died squealing.
(tense music)
Run, Chrissy.
You know that's all I have to do is the blood, right?
(tense music continues)
Come on now, Chrissy, you know you run from the law.
I know Kenny boy couldn't.
I did mention
how much your brother died like a bitch, right?
(box banging) (Perry screaming)
Come on!
Have a little bit more balls than your brother, huh!
(chair banging)
(fighters grunting)
(Perry panting)
(fighters grunting)
(Perry wailing)
(bones crunching) (Perry screaming)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(Perry wailing)
(Perry screams)
(tense music continues)
(crickets chirping)
- Jesus, are you okay?
- [Chris] Fine.
It's not as bad as it looks.
- I gotta tell you, man,
you're gonna have a really hard time
convincing anyone to keep you out of jail.
The bowling alley?
- They came after me.
Right after you left, actually.
In fact, every other cop of laid eyes on
in the last 24 hours has tried to kill me,
so jail's about the last thing I'm worried about.
- Who was it?
- It was Galen King.
After that, I went after Spencer then Perry.
Now it's just Hatton.
- God damn it, Chris!
I told Archer I would bring you in unharmed.
You've been running around
beating the shit out of police all night.
What did you think was gonna happen?
- It doesn't matter.
Ken's dead.
I didn't, I didn't even get to say goodbye.
- I don't know what you're trying to accomplish,
but what it looks like right now
is you're obsessed with delivering pain
and you don't give a about justice for Ken.
Hey, I'm trying to help you.
Archer's, trying to help you.
You're pretty much the only one right now not helping you.
(gunshot firing)
What?
- Nothing.
Where are we going?
(motor purring)
- Were you followed?
- No, I don't think so.
Michelle, can I talk to you?
Actually, do you wanna get some of that blood off
in the bathroom?
There's towels, just go nuts.
- Jesus, Ab, are you okay?
- No, and neither are you or your boyfriend upstairs.
Michelle, do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?
What you gotten me into?
- Calm down.
What's going on?
- Well, I recovered something from that and, I-
(officers muttering)
You better be sure
you wanna know the answer to that question.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- I'm sorry, Ab, you shouldn't, I'm sorry.
- So am I.
I did this to both of you.
Michelle wouldn't have asked you if I didn't ask her first.
She was the only one that could go to.
- Look, maybe I would've done it anyway, okay?
Just watch it so we can figure out what to do next.
(gunshot firing)
(intense music)
- Get down!
(gunshots firing)
(intruder grunting) (Michelle squealing)
(intense music)
- Shit.
- How is she?
How bad is it?
- Shallow.
Clean, through, just keep pressure on it.
(sirens wailing)
Okay, we gotta go now.
- You can move faster without me.
- You need help, can't we-
- Chris, I'll be fine.
Get it to Archer.
Go.
(sirens wailing) (intense music)
(sirens wailing)
(keys clicking)
- [Hatton] I thought you didn't like to get close
to this side of things.
- [Archer] I don't.
But you don't give me much of a choice, do you?
- [Hatton] It's the job, Boss.
You don't like what you see, join the Red Cross.
This is how we keep the peace.
- [Archer] You don't get to make jokes.
Not with Ken complaining about you
to me every chance he gets,
and now he's threatening to go over my head.
That's bad for all of us.
So keep your shit together
until I can get his ass into another unit.
Clean this up.
- [Hatton] I hear you.
Get Spencer to bring the car around.
We're outta here.
Oh shit, get him!
(gunshots firing)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
- Shit, dude, you okay?
- Do I look okay?
Oh fuck, oh!
Ah, I could take all the back streets.
Fuck, I'm bleeding bad, man.
- Yeah, you know what?
I got a kit.
Let's take you inside and sit you down, okay?
(knife piercing) (victim grunting)
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- Christopher?
- Where's Michelle?
- [Archer] She's safe, in rough shape but safe.
I'm getting her all the help I can.
Are you safe?
Where are you?
- [Chris Voiceover] I wanna talk to her.
- [Archer] Just trust me.
She's fine, okay?
Christopher, where are you?
- It's probably best if you don't know.
- [Archer] Did you recover the recorder?
- I have the body cam.
- [Archer] Did you see what's on it?
- No, it's encrypted.
- Okay, um, listen to me.
I'm gonna give you an address.
Bring it here and we can take care of this together.
I can help you, both of you.
Please just let me help you.
- Before that, something I want to ask you.
- Anything.
- Tell me why I left.
Tell me what happened my last night.
- Oh, come on.
We both know that that's just-
- The truth.
Pam, I need to hear it from you.
- A trigger happy cop
who probably shouldn't have had a badge in the first place
shot an innocent man.
Ruined a promising career
and it was swept under the rug because of optics.
Is that what you want to hear?
- Okay, what's the address?
- 552 Horner Avenue.
- [Chris Voiceover] Okay, I'll be there soon.
- He's on his way.
- He knows?
- He knows.
(melancholy music)
(melancholy music continues)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(Michelle panting)
(guns clicking)
Jesus, Hatton.
- Sure it's all him, right?
You're just his commander.
- You know what?
You talk too fucking much.
- Loose ends later.
(tense music)
(guard spits)
(tense music continues)
- Is this what you had in mind?
Helping me, helping Chris?
- For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
This is bigger than both of you.
I might not be able to help, Detective,
but I can still hurt you, so be quiet.
(tense music continues)
(gunshots firing)
(tense music continues)
(gunshots firing)
(shotgun cocking)
(gunshots firing)
(tense music continues)
Last chance, Christopher.
- I know.
- [Archer] It can still end better than this.
Just give me the camera.
You can go anywhere.
- How'd it ever get like this, Pam?
Was it like this when my dad was around?
Did he know?
- Your dad knew the way the world works.
He didn't like it, but he knew.
I made him a promise and I broke it.
I couldn't protect Ken.
I can keep my promise with you.
Please, Christopher.
- So that's it then.
You're gonna let that piece of walk?
And the bodies continue the pile up
as long as you stay behind your desk while the optics last.
- You never understood, not from day one.
Regret is useless.
This, this is necessary.
Even the brutality, I can, I can guide it,
point it at the right target.
- No matter who's in the way.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(punch smacking) (Chris coughing)
- You know, I have one regret.
In all this confusion,
I never got to finish your seminar.
- Enough of your bullshit, Hatton.
No more games.
- Play all the fucking games I want.
(kick thudding) (Chris grunting)
(Chris coughing)
Fuck you.
(gunshot firing) (Chris yelping)
This was your plan.
A fucking toy?
(gunshots firing)
Do you have any idea what you're standing up against?
(gunshots firing)
Any idea what's at stake?
(gunshots firing)
You think 'cause you quit your job, you quit your duty,
that you can look down on us, on me?!
(gunshots firing)
- Hatton, the camera.
- Yes ma'am.
- Just make it quick.
- Blue means dead, right?
(gunshot firing)
Fucking piece of shit.
(tense music)
That's far enough.
(intense music)
(fighters grunting)
(gunshot firing)
(fighters grunting)
- Listen to that.
That's you.
- Shut up.
- What's wrong?
This is what you wanted.
- I never wanted this.
It's necessary.
You don't understand.
- You keep saying that,
but you betrayed everything
and everyone you said you'd protect.
- You piece of shit.
And I don't like to do this.
(fighters grunting)
(crates cracking)
(Hatton laughing)
Come on, get up you piece of shit.
(gunshot firing)
(fighters grunting)
(intense music)
(fighters grunting)
(Chris grunting)
(Hatton whistling)
- [Hatton] Hey Chris.
You know, my first day on the job,
I had a beer with your dad.
I liked him.
Your brother, not so much.
Chris.
Oh, come out, bud.
Just wanna finish what we started.
Come on, buddy.
I'm only gonna bash your fucking head in.
(metal banging)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
Come on.
(tense music continues)
(metal clanging)
(tense music continues)
(Hatton screaming)
(crates breaking)
(melancholy music)
(Chris coughing)
(Hatton grunting)
(melancholy music)
- You're gonna pay, for all of it.
(tense music)
- You and your fuckin' toys. (laughs)
(shotgun cocking)
- Drop it, both of you!
- You know, you think you're gonna put an end to all this,
but you're not.
This started way before you.
It's gonna end way after,
'cause you're just a piece of shit.
And guys like me will always be necessary.
- You're afraid of everyone
on the other side of that blue line.
- That's what you think.
- I said drop it, Hatton!
(gunshot firing)
(melancholy music)
(melancholy music continues)
- Ken would be proud, Chris.
So would your dad. (sirens wailing)
- I hope so.
(sirens wailing)
- It's gonna be okay.
(sirens wailing)
- [Chris Voiceover] Who constitutes a threat?
Is it a person?
Is it a weapon?
(lively music)
(lively music continues)