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l couldn't do

it. Here l am.

Well, you certainly are.

Alright, Ross.

Stay here. Cover me.

l got it.

[knocks]

Police Officer!

[knocks]

Police! Open up!

[blast]

Sarge?

Ah !

Sh*t.

Ugh.

Let's go, Ross.

(Ross)

Watch it!

Yeah, l could go now.

So l guess that's twice

that l saved your ass.

Huh, Sarge?

So l guess we're even.

Yeah.

Sure you don't

want some gum, Ross?

What?

l told ya,

you don't know

what you're missing.

[siren]

So what you got?

Nothing on the van.

No tickets. Nothing.

(Grimes)

No arrest record

on this Manseur either.

l'm waiting on DMV

for a license photo.

(Frank)

l don't know,

we run this Manseur

through the system,

government databases,

the works.

Okay buddy. You keep

your head down.

l'm trying.

So what now, Sergeant?

Well, l'm trying

to think of something.

You got a wife?

Uh, no.

Just thinking, if you had

a wife or kids, you know.

You got an idea

or something?

Hm.

What?

l think we're going to

go and see an old friend.

(Frank)

Great. Great.

But what is this

and where's it from?

A Kris.

lt's called a Kris.

An assassin dagger

from Afghanistan.

You know,

Sergeant, Afghani

men, they are fierce,

very dangerous.

Even this morning.

What happened?

Two Afghani girls. Murdered.

(Espinoza)

Khalid Manseur

says hello.

(Bryant)

Say goodbye!

(old man)

Others died, too,

massacred, they say.

Massacred? Where?

(old man)

Up on Lyndon Hill.

Bad people.

Adrianna, where

you are going?

(old man)

Tea. Tea.

You must sit, have some

tea, get to know her.

She would make

for you such a wife.

(old man)

She's very quick.

She is very smart,

she goes

to business school.

Sarge.

Sh*t.

(Frank)

We haven't

been here.

lt's a secret.

Big secret.

Very big secret.

Very big. Huge.

Good. Top secret.

You got it.

(Frank)

Yeah, that's right.

A multiple

homicide in Lyndon

Hill this morning.

That's right.

Thanks, Ed.

Alright, Ross.

Let's go.

Do you know what

l heard about you?

Yeah? What

did you hear?

People say things.

Like what?

They say you're hot.

[chuckles]

(Stone)

So, uh, we

all set for later?

(Espinoza)

Right here, baby.

Right here.

(male)

l finally got that fax

about the shipper,

l pushed the paperwork

through customs.

(Stone)

So everything's good?

Yeah.

(Stone)

Great! 50 million.

(Stone)

Divided by--

Wait, wait, thanks

to our pal Gannon,

one, two,

three, four,

three shares for

Khalid and his men,

Uh.

You're a genius.

50 million. What's

that divided by seven?

A lot.

(Stone)

It's a hell of a lot.

Excuse me.

l don't wanna

bust any balls,

don't mean any disrespect,

but wouldnt it

would be more fair

if we each got

a share instead of

having to split one?

l'm not asking

for too much here.

l've been working

on this for five months.

That's a good point.

[chuckles]

So Bryant. Bryant!

What's 50 million

divided by six?

[all chuckle]

You know we should

stop meeting like this.

l thought l owed

you one. l got a call

from one of the Marshalls,

he said that

you let Gannon go.

l had no choice.

This might be

your investigation but

l am the prosecutor here

and if Gannon doesn't

show up in court, it's

my ass on the line, okay?

l won't hesitate to call

my superior and tell him

that you've been stalling.

There's a pattern here.

You tell him what

you want, sunny boy.

Now you listen to me.

l've worked

for this government

for over 20 years.

All over the world,

all kinds of service.

Don't you give

me any sh*t.

If Gannon commits

any more crimes

you'll be an accomplice.

He's a wanted man.

Two and a half hours.

5:
00 PM, if Gannon's in court

you may have a career left.

lf not, l won't hesitate--

Are you playing

hardball with me?

(Lopresti)

l'll blow you

off the f***ing

court, pal.

You have no clue

who you are dealing with.

Lopresti, l'm

just doing my job.

This is not personal.

Okay?

lt's always

how it is, isn't it?

[phone rings]

l gotta get this.

Just think about

what l told you.

(Lopresti)

Good day, Governor.

How are you today?

(Governor)

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah, l'm all over

this Grand Jury thing.

[chuckles]

(Grimes)

l've got the police

report right here, Frank.

461 Western Ave.

in Lyndon Hill.

Multiple homicides,

females, known prostitutes,

two males, a security guard

named James Aziz,

and a Caucasian male

in his fifties,

all victims

shot at close range.

(Frank)

Who's this

Caucasian guy?

I don't know.

Nothing on him.

What do you mean?

(Grimes)

Somebody came in and put

a lid on the investigation.

Ed, l'll get back to you.

Feds?

More than Feds.

You stay here.

l'll check it out.

l'll cover you.

(Frank)

How're you doing?

How am l doing?

Yeah.

Good. How are you doing?

Good.

Good. Sorry, Sergeant.

This place is off limits.

Says who?

Says l.

Oh, yeah?

Yup.

And who are you?

None of your business.

None of my business?

None of your business.

Yeah.

Do me a favor.

Call your boss,

tell him you gotta

see him right away.

lt's real important.

Okay. can l put

the doughnuts down?

Uh, Phil?

We got a big

10-78 down here.

Yeah.

So Central

lntelligence Agency. Huh?

Uh-huh.

You don't

look like a Fed.

Deep cover.

Oh, yeah?

(Phil)

What's going

on, Jackson?

(Jackson)

Uh, who's your friend.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, come here.

What's this all about?

(Jackson)

I'II tell him

if l were you, Phil.

Shut up, Bill.

They killed one

of our agents up there.

They killed

all the girls. They

killed a couple of guys.

And they slashed

our boy's neck.

Alright. Thanks.

Yeah.

Any leads?

We're looking for a girl.

Another prostitute.

(Phil)

Here's the, uh, menu.

She's number seven.

Alright, Ross.

Check out number seven.

(Frank)

What was

your agent's name?

(Phil)

Don't take this

personal, okay?

But l really

can't tell you.

Ah, excuse me, Sergeant.

(Ross)

Your tea date?

(old man)

l am telling you the truth.

My niece, she got homesick.

She went back to Kazakhstan.

l don't know anything more.

(female)

l'm so sorry l'm late--

Adrianna, run !

That's here!

Turn in here.

[guns shots]

Ah !

[panting]

Adrianna, l'm

here to help you.

My Uncle!

My Uncle!

l know.

[sobs]

Let's go.

No! No.

[cries]

(Phil)

So what's your

name, buddy?

Sgt. Gannon.

(Ross)

Look, guys.

At least give us

the name of your agent.

You're going

to the FB l with this?

There's not

enough time.

Maybe l can contact

my people about it.

l n two hours?

l don't think so.

So, the cops

who are after me

are somehow

connected to the Afghanis

who killed your guy.

Well, his throat

was cut. Afghani style,

so that's

the working assumption.

The Afghanis

didn't kill them.

What?

Two other men killed them.

l've seen them before.

They were like you.

Cops.

Captain. Big problem.

Gannon took the girl.

He's got the girl?

How did he know?

Sh*t! Sh*t!

[crack]

You okay, Captain?

Yeah. l'm fine.

l just dropped the phone.

[dials]

[loud music]

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