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Yeah, he's here.

l'll tell him.

The chief wants you

to know how sorry he is.

He said he was just going up

to talk to the guy.

He said--

- l wanna be put on this case.

- l can't do that.

- No, l want to be put on this case.

- You know damn well

l cannot assign you to this.

You're much too close to it.

You're too close to Sam.

- You let the department handle it.

- Who's runnin' it?

- Roper!

- Who's runnin' it?

kimura and Glass

will head the investigation.

Scott. Go home.

- Okay, check on it.

- Tell me what you've got

on the son of a b*tch.

Let me get back to you. Solis

said to keep you out of this.

l don't give a sh*t

what Solis said!

Anybody get any information on this

f***ing korda, you tell me about it!

Just a minute.

- Hey.

- Hey yourself. l came to see Troy.

lt's a little late for

that, Scott. He's asleep.

Oh, sh*t.

- Jack Daniels?

- Yes, l spent some time

with Jack tonight.

But l'm not drunk yet.

Maybe you should be.

You heard about

what happened?

Yeah. l'm sorry.

Can l come in

for a minute?

ls that a new picture?

lt's about four months old.

l've been working on a different style.

Hey, Troy.

How ya doin'?

How ya doin'? Did you miss me,

huh? Did you miss me?

Huh, Troy? Did you miss me?

Did you?

No kissing though.

No kissing.

You know l don't do

that kissing thing, right?

l'm not gonna take up

too much of your time. l just

need somebody l can talk to.

Must be pretty awful.

You don't usually talk

to someone when you're hurting.

lt was my fault.

l was right downstairs.

All l had to do was just go

up with him. l was right there.

Scott, y-you

can't save everyone.

Yeah, well, l definitely proved

that tonight for sure.

Look, uh, l don't even know

why l came up here.

This was a...

total waste of my time.

Where'd l put my keys?

Where'd l put my keys?

Scott, what do you

want from me?

Obviously something

l can't have any more!

Don't you dare

try to make me feel guilty.

The whole time we were together,

you went out of your way

to prove you didn't need me.

And now suddenly, for one night, you

need me again? Well, l can't do that.

l can't be more than just your friend

because l know exactly what'll happen.

A few weeks from now,

and you'll be back on top...

and you'll shut me out just as soon as

you don't need me again.

ls that what you think?

You think l didn't need you?

That's what you think?

Well, if you did,

you never showed it.

Oh, Ronnie.

Look, listen to me.

Listen. Look at me.

Look at me.

ln my whole life--

l never in my whole--

You expecting somebody?

This night is just getting

better and better.

Where are my f***in' keys at?

Where are my keys?

They're here on the table

where you always leave them.

Hey, baby, l thought you--

Hey. Greg Barnett.

Excuse me.

- Hey, Mike.

- lf you weren't family

l'd f***ing kill you.

- Mikey! Mikey!

- You told Antonucci

you got that sh*t from me?

Don't say sh*t!

- Huh?

- l'm sorry, Mike.

- Sorry about what?

He's got respect for you, Mike.

He was gonna try and lowball me.

Yeah, and what the f*** do

l use you for, Clarence? To be

a walkin' f***in' advertisement?

- l'm sorry, Mike.

- You're sorry?

Antonucci never flipped on

anybody before, man. He said

he had the cops paid off.

Not the cop

that showed up at my door!

What happened, Mike?

Mike.

l'm sorry, Mike.

Two days, l could've taken that f***in'

store. Now l can't even show my face.

l got a couple thousand bucks,

Mike, if you need to leave town.

F***in' leave town? They're gonna

know me in Des Moines by now.

Ten million dollars, Clarence!

Ten million f***in' dollars!

l could've disappeared.

l could've had it made!

That's all right, Clarence.

l'll just stick around and take care of

you for the rest of my f***in' life.

Did you k-kill him, Mike?

Oh, God.

l'm sorry, Mike.

l'm sorry, Mike-- Mike--

l didn't know, Mike.

l f***ed up, Mike.

l f***ed up now.

Oh, f***. l'm f***ed up.

- Come on.

- l didn't know.

- l didn't know, Mike. l messed up.

- Come here. lt's all right.

- l messed up.

- lt's all right.

- l messed everything up.

- lt's all right.

l didn't mean what l said.

l'm sorry.

lt's not your fault

you're stupid.

Eiko! What you got on korda?

We ran a search on relatives.

He's got a cousin in town,

Clarence Teal, small-time thief.

Last known address

was on Pine Street.

He moved a month ago. We've got

a couple of leads to check.

- Did you check with DMV

about vehicle registration?

- lt's being faxed over now.

How about the record room

for any incident reports?

This guy could've been a victim.

We could get medical records. Have

somebody check with burglary detail.

- See if they know him and if--

- Look, Roper, we've--

- Forensics on two.

And bars. Check with his

neighbours and find out the kind

of bars he used to frequent.

- Scott, we're into it.

- l'm into this sh*t.

- Roper!

We've already had this conversation.

You are not active on this case.

lt's in everyone's

best interest.

Well, y'all are doing

good work here. l'm--

Sorry about your friend. l lost

somebody in SWAT. l know it's rough.

l appreciate your concern,

but let's just leave it at that.

What's this you're reading?

Strategies and Countermeasures

in Hostage Situations.

- You're not having too much progress

with this thing either.

- Oh, wait, no.

You really had me stumped.

Very impressive. You get an ""A.""

See, no force was required.

No damage was done. All right?

That was your partner?

Yeah.

Why'd he do that?

Well, he figured the kid had a

zero percent chance of survival.

l guess he thought

his odds were better.

We had a plan, then SWA opened up fire too early...

and a perp

took out my partner.

You remember this.

You always use your eyes

to keep that connection.

That's the most important thing.

- lt's like hypnosis.

- Right.

You connect with them.

You're always on their side.

Okay.

How much money

you got on you?

- What's that?

- How much money you got?

- l don't know, like 100 bucks. Why?

- Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, a reminder

it is now ten minutes to post.

- We have exacta--

- You know why l like coming

to the track?

Yeah. You're

a compulsive gambler.

No. The multitude

of possibilities.

Everything is here for you to see if you

just know what conditions to look for.

Just like a hostage situation.

Now, you see the four horse?

- Mm-hmm.

- Droppin' in class, no works...

front wraps,

lookin' all broken down.

- You wouldn't bet on him, right?

- Right.

- Wrong. You bet on him.

'Cause see the woman right

there with the big belt buckle.

That's the owner of the horse.

- And that belt buckle is

a championship belt buckle.

- l do too.

She wouldn't come out here with

a fancy buckle on unless the

horse was live. We go with him.

- That's how you pick your bets?

By belt buckles?

- That's true. Well, just trust me now.

- That's good.

- Now, you see the horse next

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