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Yes!

My god! I think that

woman is being attacked.

...f*** away from me!

Get off of me.

F*** you! Get off of me! F***...

Help! Help! Help me!

Help!

Shut up!

Help!

Hold it! Hey!

Hey.

What...

Relax, relax.

Stay right there!

Just listen. Hey!

What the f***

are you guys doing?

We ain't doing sh*t, man!

That's our homegirl.

We're just playing around, dog.

Alright? Calm down, homeboy.

Yeah, playing

around you gonna get

your head blown off.

Get the f*** outta here!

Alright, alright. Whoa.

Relax, dog. Sh*t...

C'mon guys!

Mario!

The little boy in the blue and

gray shirt, have you seen him?

No...

Mario!

Mario!

Mario!

Mario!

Yeah.

If you wish to

see your grandson alive,

meet me at the Third Street

bridge tonight. 9 PM.

No cops, just you.

You understand?

Look, whoever you are.

If you hurt that kid,

I will hunt you down

and I will kill you

in the worst way.

Heh, heh. Yeah. You remember.

Third Street bridge. 9 PM.

He was kidnapped.

I was distracted for a minute

and somebody took him.

One day. One lousy day

and this is what happens?

Explain, explain!

Please, please tell me how

you just leave my child.

Wh-What... How... What do you

mean bad guys took him?

What does that...

What does that f***in' mean?

No, no.

These people, they're

bad people. They'll...

Hello, 911?

Don't you understand?

We can't. We have

to do what they say.

Now I will get him back.

I will get him back.

F***.

Thank you.

And thank you, Mr. Yung.

We'll see you next Thursday.

Let's get this...

Okay...

Excuse me... please.

I heard about your little visit

to San Quentin this morning.

Was that part of

the instructions? No.

There are things a father

can imagine happening

to his daughter that

are worse than death.

And whatever the worst

you can imagine,

I make it happen everyday.

One more mistake...

and the worst happens.

God! How could I be so stupid?

Why do you think

they're doing this?

It's probably because I'm

the governor's daughter.

Really?

Your dad is the governor?

M)' grampa is a cop.

Here you go. Dinner's ready.

ErlJ'Y'

Get in.

You.

You expecting someone else?

Where's my grandson?

Safe... for now.

But if my son is executed,

your baby boy is gonna join him.

Three years ago, your testimony

put my son in prison.

Your new testimony is

gonna get him released.

What's this?

A legal document.

Where you officially recant your

testimony against Manuel Kane.

Your son murdered three cops.

It's gonna be tough

covering that up.

Hmm... Look closer.

You want me

to say I killed 'em?

You were taking money

from Manuel Kane...

...to turn a blind eye from

some of his business affairs.

When the investigating

officers found out about it

you killed them and

blamed it on him.

A very selfish thing to do.

No one is gonna believe it.

Well for your grandson's sake,

you better hope they do.

And when that gets to the

governor and he pardons my son,

we'll turn Mario

over to his mother.

How do I know

you'll release him?

Trust me.

And thank you, Detective.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Um... There is one more thing.

This is awkward.

We should've told

Detective about this first.

We're going to need you

to sign this as well.

Kruger, here, will help

you with the execution.

"I have made a

terrible mistake. "

What the hell is this?

"I can no longer

live with my guilt. "

This is a suicide

note! F*** you!

Marasco, I think you're

the one who's f***ed.

You have a chance to offer up

your wretched existence

as a sacrifice

for your grandson.

You die. He lives.

That simple.

Gimmie the pen.

What's that they

say about revenge?

It's best served cold...

...like your soon-to-be corpse.

No, I was thinking

about that other one.

How's it go?

An eye for an eye.

You stop it!

You stop it! You turn around!

You go back and get him!

So, you wanna play chicken?

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car!

Show me your hands!

Hey, man. F***! I've got

to go to the hospital, man.

Yeah, I'm hurt, man.

I'm hurt, okay?

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

Show me your hands!

F-F*** you, f***ing a**hole!

I'll kill you, a**hole!

F*** you.

F***, f***, f***, f***!

F***!

Let's get out of here.

Hey, long time no see.

Yeah. Hey. Can I

just get my regular?

Just the regular.

Yeah. What you doin' tonight?

Thanks.

Wanna come play with us?

...No, I'm good.

... C'mon!

No, I'm good.

Whatever...

Vanessa, pick up.

Vanessa, I need to talk

to you. It's important.

Call me back.

Vanessa!

Vanessa! Oh, sh*t!

911, I need a R.A. unit.

Yeah, drug overdose.

Yeah. At 2105 Walton Place.

Come on.

Come on, baby.

Yes. Connect me to

the Attorney General.

I know what time is

goddamn it. Just do it.

Let's hurry up. Hurry up.

She's fading on us.

Hurry up, hurry up.

We're losing her.

You need to see this.

It's from the

State Attorney General's office.

This can't be true.

It's a crock of sh*t.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we just received a direct

order from the governor

to apprehend Detective

Frank Marasco.

What? What the hell for?

There's evidence to indicate

that he was involved

in the murder of

three police officers.

Excuse me, Captain.

All due respect, but that's...

I mean that's bullshit.

There isn't a cop

in this precinct

that wouldn't put their

life in Frank's hands.

And you know it.

Yeah, that's right.

I understand that

this is difficult

for all of us to believe.

But we've got orders

from on high.

So bring Frank in and

let him clear his name.

Go get him. That's an order.

Baby, I'm so sorry.

Querida, if you can hear me...

Mario's alive. I'm gonna make

sure he stays that way.

How'd you know I was here?

I'm good at my job.

The governor

ordered your arrest.

You know that's bullshit.

If you have any explaining,

you can do it at the station.

Don't use white lies on me.

Raise your hands, Detective.

What're you gonna do, shoot me?

Don't move. Let's go to the station.

You're gonna have

to ask yourself...

Do I trust him?

Sometimes...

it's not by the book.

It's not in your head,

it's in your gut.

Feel it.

Let's just go back

to the station.

Detective!

This isn't the wild west.

Let me help you.

You can't.

Stay out of my way.

Bullet, come on.

Sh*t.

Alright. Sorry, mister.

Sorry, sorry. Don't...

I know cops go bad

sometimes, but...

...it's bullshit.

Frank's no cop killer.

Yeah, there's no way.

And what the hell do

they even have on him?

Good day, Detective.

Have a seat.

You made my friend,

Kruger, very unhappy.

I didn't sign this last night,

and I'm not signing it now.

So if you came for a killing,

let's get to it.

Heh. We will.

I promised

Kruger here the honors.

It's the life you can save

that'll give you the

impetus to sign.

Hey, hey, there's movement.

You think he slipped in

without us seeing?

One-teen-ninety to

dispatch. Be advised.

Marasco's in his apartment.

We're gonna need backup.

Respond code two.

Tell 'em to come easy.

Let's go.

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