Sleepless Page #4

Move. Thomas!

Thomas!

Good news.

Got his son back.

I expect this will all be

wrapped up momentarily.

What are you

doing here, Stanley?

You have a job.

A good one.

Yeah.

Looks like you've done

pretty damn well for yourself.

Let me have a water, please.

From what I buy from you

for the clients here,

I, uh... i save a little

back every month.

That 25 kilos was

my... safety net.

And why do you need

a safety net?

When you hang with scumbags...

You need a safety net.

Good answer.

What's that?

Open it.

Is that a...

Tongue?

Yeah.

Jesus.

My cousin's.

So look.

Mmm.

My family...

We have a lot of friends.

So there's gonna be

nowhere that you can go

that we won't be able

to find you.

So I'm giving you one hour.

One.

Hang on to the box.

I want you to keep it

so it'll remind you

of what happens when people think

that they're smarter than me.

F***! F***!

You get him?

No.

And the product

ain't here either.

- Sh*t! -Just come down and

meet me at the Luxus.

Just get here now.

- What the f***?

- Who are you?

Ain't nobody.

Ho. You can't be

in here.

Right. You're right.

I'm not even here.

Hmm. Right. Looks official.

You're not coming in here.

Look, you got three options:

Either you let me pass,

or I'll whup your funny-looking

ass or I can arrest you.

Hmm.

Arrest me... oh!

John Travis.

I'm going to the garage, see if I

can find something in his car.

Check the front desk.

No.

Maybe they saw him.

We're done.

We have searched

every inch of this casino.

Vincent downs is long gone.

All right? He beat us.

Are you okay?

You know, a guy

gets beat up on the job,

and everyone congratulates him

on the size of his balls.

If I get hit, everyone acts like

I need tape and a shrink

to get put back together.

No, you know what?

This isn't about this.

It's about your state of mind.

You missed things that

were right in front of you

and put yourself in the wrong

place at the wrong time

and almost got yourself killed.

I am in the right place

at the right time.

We've got a dirty cop in the middle

of a deal between Rubino and Novak,

and they're associating in public,

which means they are not afraid.

Okay.

Someone is protecting them.

Okay. Point taken.

And in the morning, we will

start a formal investigation.

But tonight, I am gonna take

the labs to the precinct

and then I am going

to call it a night.

Fine. I'll take the drugs

into evidence.

Jen.

Go home.

Get some sleep.

Fine.

Get some rest, honey.

First floor.

Going up.

I'll wait.

Twenty-seven.

Back off! Police!

-Twenty-seventh floor.

Come on, come on.

Twenty-seventh...

What the f***

are you doin'? Aaah!

F***! Aaah!

What are you doing?

I'm trying to get to my son.

- You dirty son of a b*tch.

- You put a gun on me...

I knew you were a dirty cop!

- You don't get it.

I'm internal affairs.

I know everyone in la.

You don't know sh*t.

You thought you were busting

a captain from Bolden command.

Instead, you ran into a cutter

with a nasty right hook.

Someone takes a dump in my

department, I know about it.

They're shittin' all over it.

I'm off the books.

I've been working undercover for

two years... two f***in' years!

You know what that means?

Two f***in' years!

Ain't seen my wife, my kid!

They don't know about it!

Father of the year.

Yeah, I'm the father

of the year.

My partner, Sean Cass,

he is a courier for the Novaks.

He's giving somebody

in the department kickbacks.

Somebody higher up. That's

what I'm trying to figure out.

You're not convincing me.

Then why did

your bust go bad, huh?

You did all the right sh*t, all the

right police sh*t, and it all went bad.

Why? Because somebody at the

department tipped them off.

I don't believe a word

you f***ing say!

Don't have to f***in' believe

what I'm sayin'.

But you're gonna learn today.

Come on! Get over here!

They've got my son, Thomas.

He's 16 years old.

If I don't give 'em the drugs,

they'll kill him!

Someone kidnapped your son.

Why don't you call for backup?

Because I can't trust anybody!

Where are them drugs?

- F*** you!

- I'm gonna kill you, Bryant!

I'll kill you! Tell me

where them drugs are!

Where they at?

Huh?

The women's spa.

Where?

Locker 32,

but I don't have the key.

F***!

I'm sorry!

F*** you!

F***. F***!

Are you in on this

with your father?

Hey, man, it ain't my fault you

a**holes ain't think this through.

Us a**holes.

Us a**holes?

All right, all right.

Oh, okay.

That's it. Okay.

Oh-oh-six...

Yeah?

- Downs is still here!

- What?

He's headed to the locker in the spa.

Go now. Get that motherf***er!

Goddamn it.

Come on, come on, come on!

I need the key to locker 32.

I need the key to locker 32.

Thank you.

Sh*t!

Freeze! Police!

Hands against the lockers!

Shut up!

Get your f***in' hands

against the lockers!

I don't have time for this.

Shut your mouth.

Eyes front.

Shut your mouth.

I know what to do. Keep

your goddamn mouth shut!

F***. That's how you do it? Huh?

That's how you do it?

Oh, my god!

F***.

Oh, f***.

Hey! Dad!

Thomas. Where are you?

I got away.

Stole this phone.

Look...

Look, you need to wait.

- Just tell me where you are.

- I'm in this club.

Thomas, I want you to stay there.

I'm on my way.

- Dad, I'm scared.

- I know, I know.

There's a lot of things I gotta

explain to you. I apologize.

Dad?

- Thomas?

- Dad?

- Hello?

- Thomas?

Sh*t! Sh*t.

F***. F***.

I'm only right

if downs shows up.

Sc.

- I'm pullin' in.

- Yeah, you got a uniform?

Yeah, I got one. Good.

Meet me in the garage.

I'm on my way.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

Ugh. Hey, Bryant.

So I got, uh,

good news and bad news.

Security?

Damn.

Look like sh*t, partner.

I know.

You got the uniform?

Yeah, uniform in the car.

Front seat.

- Tell me you're not

internal affairs.

Got the gun. Ain't in there. Give

me some answers, you'll get...

What difference does it make?

They got Thomas.

I'm f***ed anyway.

We been friends 20 years.

You gonna rat on me?

What do you mean rat on you?

I got all the information on you

and could've took you down.

I'm protecting you.

You're protecting me?

You internal affairs, nigga!

That's what I'm trying

to make you understand.

You gotta rock with me. I'll get Thomas...

and I'll fix all this sh*t.

But you gotta help me.

Downs!

Put the f***ing gun down!

Sean! Sean!

Stay with me! Sean!

Come on!

Stay with me, Sean.

Stay with me.

Sh*t.

Stay with me.

Look at me. Sean.

Sean!

Damn it!

F***!

First thing anybody says when they

go down is, "I'm undercover."

The guy hid 23 kilos of cocaine

in the ceiling of the bathroom,

he assaulted me

and he tied you up.

This sound like the actions

of a straight shooter to you?

I agree. Still,

there's something more.

He knew things about me, my case.

Even if he's lying.

You never checked the garage.

What, you... you okay?

You wanna talk to someone?

Oh, f*** you!

- Hey. -What the

hell is going on?

- It's all good. -I've been calling

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