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[distant voices, dog barks]
[soft music]
- Give me another one.
- OK, say "Good morning.
Can you please take me to the airport?"
- [speaking Russian]
- The airport. - [speaking Russian]
The airport.
- [speaking Russian]
- [chuckles]
- Hey, can I get my ball back?
- [speaking Russian]
- What did she say?
- Can I please get my ball back?
- Yeah.
[chuckles]
- Mm.
- [speaking Russian]
- I love you too.
[tender music]
[gunshot]
[tense music]
- [sobbing] - Oh, dear.
- Joe.
- You gonna be all right.
- You gotta find her, Joe.
You got to bring her back, you hear me!
- I will. I will. I will.
Baby.
Ange!
Ange, no! Ange, wake up!
No! No!
Wake up!
Baby, no, wake up! - I'll call an ambulance.
- No time. Get her to my car.
- Come on.
- [sobbing] You'll be all right.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Come on. Come on.
Oh, baby, come on.
[whimpering]
Find Touch! Tell him what happened.
Go!
♪ ♪
[engine turning over]
[tires squealing]
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
- Hold on, baby. Hold on.
Hold on. I got you.
We almost there.
[engine revving]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Nothing.
♪ ♪
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
- Come on, baby. Come on.
Breathe. Breathe, baby, breathe.
- Shit. - Baby, breathe, breathe.
Breathe!
Don't you fucking leave me.
Come on.
[sobbing]
- There's no heartbeat here.
I'm very sorry.
- No, no, there has to be.
- [speaking Russian]
- Oh, there you are.
There we go.
[machine whooshing]
- Could you tell me if it's a--
- It's a boy.
You're having a son.
- [speaking Russian]
- [howls in excitement]
[sirens wailing]
- Baby, breathe. - We're almost there.
- Breathe, breathe, fucking breathe.
- [gasps] - There you go.
- [coughing] - There you go, baby.
There you--there you go. There you go.
[sirens wailing]
[tires squealing]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- [exhales]
She's going to be OK.
She's strong.
♪ ♪
- I need you to help me find my daughter.
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
[panting]
- Touch! Touch--
- Yeah! - --are you in there?
- Lee, I'm here!
Help me!
You got to come through the window in the back.
- Window?
What the fuck?
- Yes!
Yes!
Come on!
I'm in here.
- What in the fuck happened to you?
- I got drunk.
I called a hooker.
I-- I passed out.
And then I woke up cuffed to this fucking thing!
I think the bitch robbed me.
Get me out of here, man.
The keys are in that brown bag on the counter over there.
- [panting]
- Yeah.
Ahh.
Oh, god.
Mm.
Ah!
Oh, shit!
[loud thud]
- Hurry up and get dressed.
We need to get back to the hospital.
- What do you mean?
Why the hospital?
- Shit, I forgot you have no idea.
OK, hit bitch kicked my ass, kidnapped Angela.
Joe got her back.
Detective Pam showed up.
I think she's on our side.
But now the Russians have Jenn.
A lot of shit happens when you get fucked up, Touch.
You might want to think about that moving forward.
- Wait, wait, wait, Jenn?
Why the fuck would the Russians have Jenn?
- So Jenn called Ange's phone trying
to trade herself to Nicolai.
And of course, Nicolai's going to trade anything
to get Dimitri's child.
I can't believe my baby's having a baby.
- Is that everything, though?
- Yeah, that's everything.
- Shit.
You know, it's a miracle you're even still alive.
- So what do we do?
How do we find Jenn?
- [sighs] Well, Nicolai has only got so many moves.
Unfortunately, one of them is,
he could try to fly her to Russia.
- Fly her to Russia?
So why don't we just shut down the fucking airport?
- He won't fly out of an airport.
He'll use a landing strip.
And Lord knows where that's going to be.
- OK, so what do we do now?
Like, where do we even start?
- Angela was just with him.
We'll start with her.
[elevator dings]
- Jesus Christ, Joe, I'm so fucking sorry.
Leon filled me in.
Where were you, man?
I fucking needed you.
- I know. I know.
Um, it's a long story.
Um--
- He was working for me tracking a lead.
Did you find what you were looking for?
- No, nothing.
- Mr. Washington?
- Yeah? - Your wife's asking for you.
- He's a psychopath, Joe.
Our daughter is with a psychopath.
You know those two boys that found Dimitri's head?
- Yeah.
- He beat them to death right in front of me.
We got to find her.
[machine beeping]
- We will.
I promise.
[knock at door]
- I'm-- I'm so sorry, Ange.
- No, Leon.
It wasn't your fault. There's nothing you could've done.
- [sighs] Hey, Ange.
- Hey, Touch.
- Sergeant Talford's going to help us.
- Hey.
So anything you can remember is helpful to us-- anything.
Do you remember where you were?
Address? Area?
- No, I was in the trunk.
And I was sick.
I don't-- I don't remember anything.
- Did you hear anything or smell anything?
- [exhales] I--
I can't-- I don't remember.
I'm sorry, Joe.
- It's OK, baby.
It's OK, baby. It's OK.
- Wait, um, pierogies.
- Pierogies?
- Pierogies.
Yeah, Nicolai was-- he was stuffing his face with them.
And he kept going on and on about how good they were
and that he was going to send his guys to pick up
a big order before he left.
- You don't know the name of the restaurant, Ange, at all?
- I think it--
I think it started with an M. Maybe Molly's, maybe?
- Millie's?
- Yeah, yes, Millie's!
- Yeah, I know that place.
It's out in Polish Hill.
- That's a long shot.
- It's better than nothing.
I can go, take Lee with me.
- Hell yeah. I'm in.
- No.
No, neither of you are going.
That's way too dangerous.
If you run into Nicolai or his men, they will kill you.
- Well, we've done OK so far.
- This is my family we're talking about.
You know about family, right?
How long have you tried to prove your mother's innocence?
- 10 years.
- Why?
Because it's your mom.
And she's family.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Well, this is my family.
And we're going to do it with or without you.
♪ ♪
- OK.
OK, Joe, you and Leon go to Millie's.
Touch and I will check up on another lead
we've been working on.
Anybody get any kind of hit, we'll call each other
and go from there.
- OK.
- Get her back, Joe.
- Hey.
Hey!
Hey, you want to tell me why the fuck
you chained me to my radiator?
- You're a junkie, Touch.
You're no fucking help to me or anyone else
as long as you're using.
- I think I've done all right.
- Yeah, a 50-year-old beat cop.
Charmed fucking life.
- Fuck you, Pam.
- Would you rather I outed you to your friends?
They need your help now.
The worst of the detox is over.
So what do you want to do?
You want to help your friends?
Or you want to get high?
- Shit.
This stays between us.
- [exhales]
All right, when your case gets cold, go back to the beginning
and see what you missed.
What did you miss, Joe?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Tow truck registration cards?
Who in the fuck is Eddie Philsky?
[keyboard clacking]
Please.
Huh.
- [speaking Russian]
Oh, not for you.
Got to keep my grandson sober.
[speaking Russian]
- Toast.
[speaking Russian]
[glass shatters]
[glasses shattering]
- I did what you asked and found who killed your son.
You chose to take his daughter instead.
My job is complete.
Now, you are either going to bring me my daughter back
or I will use the champagne glass to cut your grandson out
of that girl's belly and feed him to you
one fucking piece at a time.
Do you understand?
- Mm-mm-mm.
- Not for you.
[speaking Russian]
- What are we even looking for?
- I don't fucking know, Lee.
Anybody coming out of there with a big order,
any big Russian-looking motherfucker, or anything
suspicious, I guess.
I don't fucking--
- Like us.
- Exactly like us.
- Look, I don't know what the protocol is.
So I'm just going to say it, man.
Congratulations.
- Congratulations?
- Yeah.
- What the fuck are you talking about?
- Jenn's-- - Jenn?
- Yes.
- Why the fuck would you say congratulations?
- I mean, congratulations, man.
I know the timing's not exactly right.
- That is some fucked-up shit to say.
- I know you always wanted to be a grandfather.
- But why would you-- why would you think that I would
want it this fucking way?
- I don't fucking know, man. You are, OK.
- But like this, nigga?
- I don't know what else to say, OK?
So I just said what the fuck I said, OK?
Congratulations. Shit.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
[phone rings]
- It's Cat.
You mind if I--
- Mm.
- Cathy, baby, how you doing? Where are you?
- Oh, my god, Lee, you all right?
I was so fucking worried something
was going to happen to you.
What about Joe? Angela?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Joe and Angela are OK.
- Thank god.
I thought for sure Joe was a fucking dead man.
- Yeah, no, he's fine.
- Joe was out there trying to be on some hero shit.
I got so fucking nervous.
I was waiting on you to call. And when you didn't--
- I know, I know, Cat--
- --I thought that something might be wrong.
- Cat, if you just-- - What?
- Cat, baby! - No, I'm here.
- [inhales]
They have Jenn.
- [gasping]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[sobs]
I'm coming back.
- No, you stay on mission.
You find the money.
- Yeah.
- OK, Joe and I, we're going to find Jenn.
- OK.
- We're going to get her back.
- Yeah.
- I love you.
- OK.
[breathing heavily]
[exhales]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Don't you puke in my fucking car.
- So are you going to give me my gun back now?
- Can I trust you with it?
Your hands are shaky as fuck.
- Yeah, well, whose fault is that?
- Yours.
It's in the glove.
- So where are we going?
- Family reunion.
The only person that might know more about Nicolai than me
is my mom.
Maybe she can give us a name or an address or something
we can use.
- Why didn't you go see her sooner?
- I did.
She basically told me to fuck off and never come back.
- Well, this should be fun.
- [chuckles]
- What's so funny?
- Just remembering Jenn when she was a little.
Like, four or five, she, uh-- she
couldn't say the word "fork."
She would always say "fuck."
[chuckles]
Ange used to try to correct her.
- Mm-hmm.
- She'd be like, "Sweetheart, it's 'fork.'
'Fork.'"
And she would always be like "fuck."
"Fuck."
[laughter]
It used to drive Ange crazy.
- I'm sure.
Let me guess, you was teaching Jenn to say "fuck" instead
of "fork" behind Ange's back.
- Every chance I got.
[laughter]
It was the most hilarious shit ever, man.
- I bet, man.
- And I used to bribe her, too.
I'd bribe her.
I'd be like, "Hey, how many fuck's can you
say around Mommy?" and then slide
her a pile of candy and shit.
- Get the "fork" out of here. - Get the "fork" out of here!
[laughter]
- Oh, my god. - Oh, man.
- How-- how did Ange finally find out?
- One day Jenn walked in the kitchen.
And she was like, "Mommy, Daddy wants to know where
all the fucking forks are at."
[laughter]
She put two and two together.
[laughter]
[laughter fades]
- [sobbing]
- Hey.
We're gonna get Jenn back, man.
- Yeah.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Lee, check it.
♪ ♪
- You think those are Nicolai's guys?
- Well, they definitely are Russian-looking.
♪ ♪
- That's a lot of fucking food they got.
- Mm-hmm, enough to feed an army.
- A big Russian fucking army.
[engine turning over]
Here we go.
[door buzzes]
- Who the fuck is this?
- He's a cop.
[door buzzes]
Nikolai took his friend's daughter.
We're hoping that maybe you'd know something--
anything that might help us track
where he might be holding her.
- I don't know shit.
- [scoffs]
- And even if I did, I'd be good as dead
in here if anyone found out that I was helping police
and fucking with Nicolai.
- I can protect you.
I can get you transferred.
- You know that man.
You can't protect shit.
- What in the hell is wrong with you?
We're talking about the life of a young girl here.
- Are we done?
- Sit down and give me something
or I will make it known to every convict
out there you're a snitch.
Have been for a long time.
- You know lies like that can get me killed.
- Then give me something.
- You want me to give you something?
- Damn straight.
- OK, I'll give you something.
I killed my partner.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- That's not true.
No, you were set up.
- Officer Samuel Banks, badge number 5791--
my partner.
I killed him.
♪ ♪
You know, we were on the take.
Gonna give information to Nicolai on rival gangs.
Sam couldn't do it anymore.
He said he wanted to make a deal.
And he was going to rat me out to IAD.
Well, I couldn't have that.
So I did what I had to do.
I walked up behind him, and I shot him in the head.
♪ ♪
- No.
Mm-mm, no.
[door buzzes]
- Hey.
Hey!
Hey, listen to me.
You need to pull yourself together.
We got to go back in there and get something from her.
- She fucking did it!
She fucking killed that man.
I can't-- fucking-- she's not my mother.
Why don't we go back-- - No!
♪ ♪
- [gagging]
[breathing heavily]
Oh, god.
[knock at door]
[clears throat]
- You all right?
- I'm fine.
You don't know where he's holding her.
♪ ♪
I'm so sorry he took your child.
What was her name?
- I don't know.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- It's not too late to call the cops.
- If Jenn is in there and they see police,
ain't no telling what the fuck they're going to do to her.
♪ ♪
Come on, let's do this at the count of three.
One, two--
- [screams]
Stop! - Is that Jenn?
- Jenn! 3!
- Help me!
[Beyoncé's "Crazy in Love"]
- Daddy!
Daddy!
♪ ♪
- [shouting in Russian]
- Oh, god!
[panting] Jesus Christ!
I almost Swiss-cheesed a couple of kids.
I haven't seen you run like that
since you were floating through the A gap in high school.
- That was our only chance to find Jenn.
[sobbing]
That was our only fucking chance!
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- Shit.
Just give me a minute, OK?
Do not open this door unless I tell you to.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- I said all I was gonna say.
- You lied to her.
I know you did.
What really happened that night?
- I ain't got shit to say to you, junkie.
That's right.
Saw it as soon as I came in.
Hands all dry.
Sweat marks around your head.
And them fucking eyeballs.
[chuckles] I ain't got shit to say.
Guard!
- No, no, guard ain't coming.
Hey, sit your ass down.
Sit down!
What about you, Gladys?
What are you hiding?
Hmm?
You're so worried about what the other inmates are going
to do to you, but nobody's fighting
anyone with a fresh goddamn manicure, are they?
Yeah.
Your skin looks good.
[sniffs] That ain't prison soap I'm smelling, is it?
You're eating right.
See, former cops like you, they don't usually do very well
in places like these.
So what really happened that night, Gladys?
Hmm? Who's protecting you?
- Just-- just leave it alone, boy.
- You killed your partner. - I killed him.
- God damn right you did.
But you did it to save Pam's life.
Talk to me.
Tell me what happened that night.
[gentle music]
- [inhales, exhales]
♪ ♪
Nicolai, he sent me a picture he took
standing outside Pamela's apartment,
her in the living room.
He said he was going to walk in there
and shoot her in the head unless I killed Sam.
I didn't even think about it.
I just walked up, and I killed Sam.
♪ ♪
He would have died for me.
♪ ♪
[breath shakily]
I killed him.
- I know.
- [whimpers]
- I'm sorry, Gladys.
- [sobbing]
- I'm so sorry.
But we are running out of time, OK?
And just like Nicolai was going to kill Pam,
he is going to do the exact same thing to my best
friend's daughter.
So I am begging you here, please.
I'm asking you for anything, any clue
that you can give me as to where he is holding her.
You could save her life, too.
♪ ♪
Just talk to me.
♪ ♪
- I don't want to hear anything about how sorry she is.
- Give me your keys. - What?
- Your keys. - Why?
- Because your mom told me where
they might be holding Jenn. Let's go.
[suspenseful music]
[engine revs, tires squeal]
♪ ♪
- He was going to kill me?
- He was waiting outside your apartment.
[phone beeps]
Hold this for me.
[phone rings]
- It's Touch.
- Touch.
Tell him, uh-- shit, I don't know what to tell you.
- Hey, Touch.
- Hey, is Joe with you?
- Yeah, he's right next to me. - All right.
Good, put me on speaker.
Joe?
- We hit a dead end, man.
- No, we didn't.
Do me a favor.
Write this down.
- OK.
- 401 Lentz Road, New Tripoli, 18066.
- 6-6. Got it.
- Good, plug it in and go there now.
- Why the fuck are we going to New Tripoli, Touch?
- Because I think they might be holding Jenn there.
[tense music]
- We're on our way.
♪ ♪
- Your mom said there's a cabin close
to an airfield where Nicolai used to stay
before flying to Moscow.
- We need to call the airfield and ask
if we can see their logs. - No, no, no, no.
She said he's definitely going to have people there.
If we give them any sign that something's up,
he's going to kill Jenn.
We've got to do this ourselves.
- You better speed the fuck up, then.
- Damn straight.
[engine revving]
[birds chirping]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[doorknob rattles]
- Mr. Philsky?
Anybody home?
[glass shatters]
[gasps]
♪ ♪
[glass crunches]
[sighs] Let's get to it.
♪ ♪
You don't belong here.
[hollow thud]
[door clicks]
[gasps]
[exhales]
[door creaks]
♪ ♪
[stairs creak]
♪ ♪
Holy fuck.
[Ruby Neon's "Down"]
Oh, fuck.
- ♪ It's about to go down, down ♪
♪ Uh, it's about to go down, down ♪
♪ It's about to go down ♪
♪ When you hear that sound, you can run but ♪
♪ It's about to go down ♪
♪ Down ♪
♪ It's about to go down ♪
♪ Uh, down ♪
♪ Uh, man, it's about to go down ♪
[brakes squealing]
- There.
We got to get closer.
- Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- [sobbing]
[crickets chirping]
- Hey.
Give me the rifle.
♪ ♪
Oh, shit. - What?
Jenn?
- No, it's hit bitch.
- Hit bitch?
Keep looking for Jenn.
♪ ♪
- She's there.
- Let me see her. Let me see her.
♪ ♪
Aw, there she is.
There she is.
[sobbing] They got my baby.
That motherfucker, there he is.
- What do you want to do?
- I have to get down there. Look, I'ma go around the sides
and see what I can see, all right?
You stay here and wait on Pam and Touch, OK?
- Hey. - We gonna need the numbers.
- I'm going with you. - No, no, no.
You stay here, OK?
Keep watch here.
Look, take that.
Anybody that come, blow their motherfucking head off,
you hear me?
Oh, no, no, no.
You stay here. - Right.
- All right? - OK.
- All right.
- Motherfucker, no.
You stay here.
Did you hear what I fucking said?
- I told you I am not letting you do this alone.
You need me, and I'm coming.
So shut the fuck up about it.
- Yeah, all right, yeah.
You're right, yeah.
- I know I'm right.
Now walk, motherfucker.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- You have got to be fucking kidding me.
Shit!
[engine rattling]
You got what you need out of here?
- Yeah, why?
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
- Police! Out of the car!
- Get the fuck out of the way!
- Get out of the car now!
- [scoffs] Kiss my ass.
- This is the police emergency!
Will you get the fuck out of the car?
[engine revving]
Really?
Oh, yeah?
I'm not fucking around here!
- Fuck you!
- No respect for law enforcement.
Jesus Christ.
- Thank you.
You coming or what?
- How the fuck did you do that?
- Woman down the street just said bring
it back with a full tank.
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
I'll give you 100 bucks to take a ride with me.
- 100 bucks?
To take a ride?
- Take a ride.
- I don't eat ass.
- Jesus!
Motherfucker, just get in the car!
[engine turning over]
[tense music]
OK, I need you to tell me if this
is good cocaine or shit cocaine and how much I can get for it.
- [snorts]
[sniffs, breathes shakily]
♪ ♪
[exhales]
That ain't cocaine, lady.
That's heroin.
Maybe the best hit I've ever tasted.
- Is that worth more?
- A shit ton more.
- Holy shit.
Do you know someone I can sell this to?
- Ask for Bobby.
- Bobby?
- At Palace Lounge.
- Got it.
Thank you very much.
Uh-uh, no.
You can get the fuck out now.
- Ohh.
[engine turning over]
- Aw.
[chuckles] May I pet your dog?
- Of course, yeah.
That's why we're here.
- Hi. - I'm Victor.
This is Daisy.
- Hi, Daisy.
She's adorable.
- Well, I mean, we're here from 5:00 to 10:00 all week
if you'd like to see her again.
I could bring her by the room if you'd like.
She could sit with you. - Yeah, I would love that.
Yes, I'm in room 322.
- 322, OK.
Cool, got it.
[chuckles]
- Just what I need. - Bye, Daisy.
- Good night.
- Good girl.
[tense music]
Good girl, Daisy.
♪ ♪
- Shit.
What?
- Look.
- It looks like they're leaving.
We got to go now. - What about Touch and Pam?
- Fuck that.
I ain't letting them leave here with Jenn.
I'm going in.
- I'm thinking maybe we should--
shit.
[tense music]