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a little bit more.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Oh!

F***. F***.

Goddamn, I got to be

more careful with these.

We could leave

and take the money

and just disappear.

No.

We talked about that.

Your husband

will come after you.

There are ways around that.

We could just kill him.

No.

We ain't doin' that now.

All right, well, just vanish

and disappear into the sunset

like we planned.

I mean, after that, I couldn't

imagine being without you.

Let's just go.

What the f*** is that?

- Sh*t!

- God damn it!

Sh*t.

The phone's dead.

No calls out until the security

company calls and clears it.

They'll send a car

if no one answers.

We got to go now.

You understand? Come on.

- Help!

- No. Leave him!

Help.

There's a fire in here!

Help! Help!

Come into my f***in' house!

F*** you, man!

Aah!

My f***in' nose.

What are you doin'?

Give -- Give me the gun, Chris.

Back off.

Wha-- What?

Okay.

Back the hell up.

I will shoot you.

Really?

Plans change.

Sex was good and all,

but you're a little boring.

Plus, that's a lot of money.

Give me the keys -- now!

What are you doin'?

How long you been f***in' him?

Huh?

You pathetic b*tch.

I f***in' hate you.

You know what?

You're gonna end up right back

in that trailer-trash park

that I found you in.

I will shoot you.

It was

all about the money, huh, Chris?

It's always

about the money, honey.

Now get me the f***ing money!

Ohhh.

Oh.

Oh, baby.

You know, maybe we should

just get married.

That way I can get you

your green card.

Things work out, maybe

I'll even get you a boob job.

Aw, sh*t.

Yeah, Mike?

Now, you didn't

get this from me.

May be some-thin'.

May be nothin'.

Got a call about a house alarm

in Madison.

Guy who owns the house

is Mateo Perez's lawyer.

Was gonna do a drive-by,

but I figured...

you might want

to take a look instead.

Like I said, may be nothin'.

Great.

Thanks, Mike.

Just don't get yourself killed.

Right.

I swear to God.

I swear to God.

I won't stop looking'.

Not until I find

the f***in' both of you.

What are you f***in' doin'?!

You don't know him like I do.

He's a monster.

F***in' damned rapist.

He raped me -- again and again.

Do you know how that feels?!

You promised

to help me get out of here.

You give me that money

right now!

Drop your f***in' guns.

Get over there

with your boyfriend!

Drop the f***in' gun!

Put it down, motherf***er!

Sh*t.

Did you miss me?

I'm sure glad to see you.

You seriously f***ed up

my day, son.

You took my money, and you

left me with Mateo Perez.

You dumb sh*t. We could

have been partners on this.

Goddamn! I didn't think

I'd see you again.

Well, next time

you better kill me all the way.

Well, next time,

I'll remember that.

Don't strain yourself.

I could give two shits about the

trouble you got yourself into.

- Or why you killed the kid!

- Kid?

All I care about

is the goddamn money!

Now where the f*** is it?!

- It's right here.

- You think I'm stupid?

That don't look

like $3 million, a**hole!

Now where's the rest?!

I might have put

that money somewhere safe.

Now, where

exactly did you put it?!

Well, see, that's the problem.

With all this head-trauma sh*t,

I can't remember.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Now I'm gonna count to 5,

and then

I'm gonna paint the floor

with this little girl's brains

if you don't tell me

where the goddamn money is!

Please, Brian.

Please tell us

where you put the money!

Five...

four...

Go ahead and shoot her.

- ...three...

- I can't remember.

There were three,

four, five bags of money

in the back of that van,

and I only see one!

Tell me

where that f***in' money is,

or I'll blow

your goddamn balls off,

and you can have this b*tch.

Sheriff...

you might want to look outside.

Nobody touches

the sheriff! He's mine!

F***! Why can't

I catch a goddamn break?

Sh*t.

Christine, come here.

Get down, get down.

And don't move.

You understand me?

Stay down!

Okay, a**hole.

Last chance.

Where's the goddamn money?

I'll blow

your f***in' balls off!

Then we'll see what you do with

that little girlfriend of yours.

All the money in the world,

and you can't get laid.

Like father, like son.

Para mijo, cabrn.

Come in.

- Long night?

- Whew.

Pulled all the footage

from the surrounding

traffic cams.

Take a look at photo number two.

Hmm.

Thank you, Davis.

Yes, ma'am.

I think we found our guy.

Several traffic cams show a van

blowing through red lights.

It's now in the parking garage

at The Streamline Bus Station.

I ran the plates,

and the van belongs to Perez.

Rooker...

I need you

to bring him in alive.

Give me the keys -- now!

Brian.

We need to talk.

How do you know my name?

What do you mean?

Can I have another, please?

I won't be any trouble.

Okay, tough guy.

Your funeral.

Yeah.

We're here now

with Agent lmani Cole

from the Drug Enforcement

Administration

with more information

regarding the victims of...

- Hey. Do me a favor, bud.

- Hmm?

- Turn that up.

- Earlier this morning,

one of the most successful

drug lords in history,

Mateo Danny Perez,

was killed in a DEA sting.

Unfortunately we lost

several great agents.

We're asking the public --

if you have any knowledge

of the whereabouts of Agent

Brian Michaelson to contact us.

Thank you

very much, Agent lmani Cole.

Earlier, we spoke

with Michaelson's family

as they made a request

for more information.

Agent Michaelson's wife

had this to say.

We just want Brian

home -- with his family.

I love you.

She's really gonna miss you.

I love you, too.

I love you, too.

Promise me

this is gonna be the last one.

One more, and you'll hang it up.

I promise.

One last final mission.

Then I'm on a desk

till retirement, okay?

Okay

Okay.

She's really gonna miss you.

I love you.

Daddy!

Come here, honey.

Oh, my baby girl.

Daddy, please don't leave.

I'll be back, okay?

I promise.

I'm really gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you, too.

I'm really gonna miss you.

Promise me

this is gonna be the last one.

What's this?

Transfer request.

I miss my wife and daughter.

My wife needs to know

I'm coming home at night.

I'll do this one last one

in the field, but...

I'm gonna need a desk

after that.

You and Bob have been

partners for a long time.

Yesterday

Agent Michaelson's partner,

Robert Rooker, was identified

as one of the victims.

Christine

having second thoughts?

No, she'll be fine.

You about ready?

As I'll ever be.

Meet your alias...

...Brian Barnes.

We flooded the Web

with this information.

Just memorize it

and burn what you don't need.

Now, remember...

we're in this together.

Whatever happens,

I got your back.

You always do.

I'm just scared.

We can and will protect you.

If I do this...

if I help you...

I need to disappear...

'cause Howard would kill me.

I promise.

We'll take you away

from all this, okay?

Get you into Witness Protection.

But we can only push

the paperwork through

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