Acts of Violence Page #5

but I've found it

hard to fire her.

I'm serious. I've been

trying to get ahold of you.

You have any idea how many people

try to get ahold of me in a day?

- I told you. I need evidence.

- This...

is carfentanyl.

You can only get it

by mail or robbing a zoo.

It's an elephant

tranquilizer.

I'm tracking their push

into the system.

All originating

from this one guy.

Max Livington.

That's great if you're

trafficking, not dope.

We recovered ten

trafficking victims

who had this drug

in their system.

You think this guy's

the ringleader.

Had two victims ID him.

Pretty sure I can

make it stick.

Well let's get our sh*t

together and bring this guy in.

- Sir?

- Seriously.

It's good f***ing work.

I'm gonna run it up the chain.

Get your boys together.

Let's bring this a**hole in.

[buzzer sounds]

Avery, wait!

Do me a favor.

Pop a few rounds

into that target.

I think my system's off.

You're an a**hole.

Wha... What do we got here?

Vince and some of his guys got

rolled up by some wetwork crew.

- Who sent this?

- Don't know.

Wanted to make sure you weren't

cleaning house before I reacted.

I didn't order the hit.

I should've ordered the hit

on that stupid motherf***er.

Listen, I need to beef up

on my security.

I don't want no crackheads.

I don't want no tweakers.

I don't want none of that sh*t.

I want some real guys

that know how to use

real weapons.

You understand me?

I'll see what

I can drum up.

I need to find out

who owns that truck.

I don't care if it's the FBI.

I don't care if it's the DEA.

You need to find them

and make a motherfucking

example out of they ass.

Now.

[ominous music]

[grunts]

Ah!

[dramatic music]

Hey! Time to

wake up, Vince.

[boat horn in distance]

You lifted a girl

by the name of Mia

from a club

the other night.

Huh.

Now I wanna know

where she is.

You guys are ridiculous.

You know who

I'm talking about?

No.

Roman.

Oh, yeah.

How could I forget?

She's long gone.

Gone to a place where they're

gonna use her all day, every day,

for the rest

of her little life.

You son of a b*tch!

- Who the f***...

- [Brandon] Hey! Hey! Easy! Easy!

[Vince laughing]

Hey.

I'm gonna give you

one last chance.

Where is she, Vince?

Doesn't matter.

Because the guys

I work for,

they're gonna find you, and

they're gonna find you and you.

And they're gonna kill

everybody you ever cared about,

even if you do find your girl.

And they're gonna find me,

and they're gonna cut me up.

So it really doesn't matter!

I wouldn't do that

to you, Vince.

See, you gotta understand

something about me.

I don't like hurting people.

But the C4 that's

strapped to your chest?

It doesn't give a sh*t.

It's a little excessive,

boys, huh?

- And away we go.

- [beeps]

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay.

Okay!

Start talking.

Okay, I'll tell you where

she's gonna be tomorrow.

I'm sure you can.

Okay, look, look.

Look, look, uh...

My boss...

He's closed up shop

here in Cleveland.

He's moving

all his product to Vegas.

- Give me a name.

- Your girl's gonna be there.

Give me a name.

You got 20 seconds.

I'd choose your words

wisely, Vince.

Max. His name's Max!

- Max? Max?

- Max. His name's Max!

Start packing up.

Max what?

- Wait, wait, wait!

- All right, I'm listening.

No, no, no, no, no!

Okay! Okay!

Look, look, look!

Please stop!

Max Livington.

Max Livington!

Shut it off, man! Please!

Come on! Shut it off!

Where is she exactly?

At the trainyard, in a basement,

in a warehouse on, on, on... F***!

On 44th Street!

On 44th Street!

You're gonna

take us to her.

Yes, I'll take you to her!

Come on, man!

I'll take you to her!

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

- Turn it off now! Now! F***ing...

- [beeps]

- [dramatic music fades]

- [seagulls in distance]

[dramatic music]

She better be there, man.

If you touched her,

I swear to God...

She's there. I swear.

Look, you gotta

let me out though.

I can't come in

with you guys.

No, you're gonna

take us to her.

F***! Goddamn it, man!

[indistinct shouting]

- [Brandon] Clear!

- The f*** is she?

To the left,

to the left, to the left.

Which f***ing room, man?

[Vince] The one to the right.

Up ahead. F***!

[Vince] Sh*t.

- Where the f*** is she?

- I swear to God she was here!

She was here!

She got out!

Dek, she got out!

Move!

[Roman] Hey! Hey!

Get out!

[gunfire]

[electronic beep]

Hey!

Hey!

Please, stop!

Stop!

Go! Go! Drive!

Just drive!

What's happening?

Please.

I've been kidnapped.

Just go.

Drive faster. Please.

Where's your phone?

We need to call the cops.

I don't have a cell phone.

Um... I'll take you to

the police station, how's that?

Here. Put this coat on.

I got some boots down there

if you need 'em.

Everything is gonna be okay.

[engine revving]

[screams]

[gasps, whimpers]

Let's go! Move!

Get off me!

Get off me!

No! Get off me!

[dramatic music fades]

I can't believe you're

pulling this sh*t on me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Pump your brakes.

This is not my call.

This is coming from

way above my head.

Apparently your boy made a

deal with the FBI and the DEA.

He's not getting charged

with anything?

He's gonna give them

every major trafficker

in Cleveland and Chicago and

most of the players in Vegas.

That is some bullshit.

What am I supposed to do now?

They don't wanna treat

the symptoms on this.

They wanna kill the disease.

He is the disease.

Look, the orders are to pull

all surveillance on this guy.

Get your informants out.

Everything.

It's not your problem

anymore, all right?

Make sure everyone's

out of the way, you got it?

And Avery, you did

a good job on...

F***ing God.

[moans]

You okay?

What do you got?

Someone just attacked

one of Max's top officers

outside a bar

in the warehouse district.

Have you been

helping them?

Maybe I should be.

What they're doing

is illegal and dangerous.

I know.

Look, it's a homicide.

They're gonna get arrested.

All right?

Do you wanna do it,

or do you want them to get caught by

somebody who doesn't give a sh*t?

Find him. Bring him in.

[deep breathing]

Hold on.

Okay. Okay.

Dek, we gotta get him

to a hospital.

No, no, no, no.

No hospital.

Just get me home. You can

patch me up there, okay?

F***.

- It's Jessa. Leave a message.

- [beep]

Hey, Jess, uh...

We're on our way back, okay?

I got hit, but I'm fine.

We're about five minutes out.

- I love you. Bye.

- [phone beeps]

[door opens]

[soft piano and string music]

[sobbing]

F***!

Come on.

- Come on.

- She... Don't...

Come on. Come on.

Get him out of here.

[Brandon crying]

[chatter on radio]

[chattering]

[Brooke, indistinct]

It doesn't matter. It's

not up for discussion.

It's not up

for discussion.

As soon as you can, grab your

brothers and get in my squad car.

I wish I had

some good news.

But I don't.

You guys are

gonna be arrested.

I can't stop that.

We just missed Mia.

She escaped.

They have GPS trackers

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