The Assassin's Code Page #7

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- [Michael exhales]

- I saw the shooter.

- Yeah, I know, we're on it.

He may still be in the area.

No, he's not.

Kid! Where the f*** you going?

[tires screech]

- [Michael] Cap, Leonetti's dead.

- [Captain] What happened?

Shot in his house.

I got there right after

and went after the perp,

but he got away.

Okay, where are you?

I'm heading back to the station

to get an APB on the shooter.

Alright, I can call that in from here.

Come on over.

Okay, we got a white male,

fifties, black Jaguar,

Ohio plates P K Y 7 2 K.

I'm five away.

- [sirens blaring]

- [engine revving]

- [dramatic music]

- [sirens wailing]

- Cap!

- [Captain] In the kitchen.

- [Michael] F***.

- You look like sh*t.

Yeah, well, I had help.

I should see the other guy,

right?

Yeah, well,

I did see the other guy,

- I can ID this guy...

- Which, by the way,

I owe you an apology

on Leonetti.

He was in this after all...

You like this black, right?

Yeah, yeah. Listen,

this guy is tying up loose ends.

He's gonna leave town.

He knows what I look like...

Michael, I know, I know.

They filled me in when I called

in the APB on Schlychter.

[sighs deeply]

Mikey, do you remember when

your dad and I took you

to Municipal Stadium

to see the Indians play

on your seventh birthday?

It was cloudy out...

and you were concerned that

it was gonna get rained out.

Do you remember what your dad

said to you?

He said, "No way am I gonna let

it rain on my son's birthday."

And sure enough, I'll be damned

if the sun didn't come out.

Schlychter.

I never said his name.

I know.

Guess Kitchen figured it out

too, huh?

No.

Kitchen wanted a bigger cut

to keep from snitching

to Leonetti that

I had had him tip off Cohen

to the drug transfer

to begin with.

So Cohen took the bait

and stole your drugs,

giving you the excuse

to take Leonetti down.

And I'm the dumb rookie cop

you threw on the case.

You're not as dumb

as I thought you were.

However, you did walk in here

without your gun, Michael.

Mikey...

I'll give you Kitchen's 20%.

We take over Leonetti's

territory, we make a killing.

I'm sorry, Cap.

Dirty cop's not

my five-year plan.

Schlychter said he had

one more assignment.

What was it, Cap?

You.

- Ohh!

- Unhh!

[gun fires]

[grunting]

- [gun fires]

- [Captain crying out]

- Unhh!

- Ahhh!

I hated having to kill

your father, Mikey.

- [Schlychter] Klaus, go!

- [dog barking, snarling]

[Captain]

Schlychter!

- [dog snarling]

- [Captain groaning]

- [struggle continues]

- [c*cks pistol]

- Klaus, enough.

- [dog barks]

Your f***in' dog can't

even follow a command.

Well, he did, you a**hole.

You f***in' Kraut.

Yeah, I keep getting that. Hmm.

[thud]

[labored breathing ]

I'm sorry, Mikey.

[exhales]

[stops breathing]

[exhales]

Nice shot.

He was planning to kill me

after I killed you.

You could've taken me out.

Twice.

Oh, more than that.

Why didn't you?

Because we both descend

from misjudged men,

and you're an honorable one.

Oh, and Klaus likes you.

I'll give you 10 minutes

before I call it in.

Is that a warning?

It's a head start.

[door opens, closes]

[sirens wailing]

[dramatic music]

[Michael, whispering]

I got something to tell you.

I hate eggs.

You hate eggs?

But... you love my Sunday morning

omelets.

I lied. I can't stand 'em.

[Jia chuckles]

[Michael]

Alright, it's your turn.

[Jia]

I like fortune cookies

that actually give you

a fortune,

like tell me I'm going

on a trip, or...

- Yeah. Yeah.

- like, I'm gonna win the lottery or something.

Yeah.

[Laura] The thumb drive that

you took from Jack's house

has evidence on at least

half my open cases.

Well, be careful

what you wish for.

I'll remember. Next time.

[Michael] Listen, go home,

put your feet up,

it'll still be there tomorrow.

- Hey, Connolly.

- Yeah?

You done good.

Divers are ready.

Where do you want 'em?

We gotta cover it all,

so start at the dock

and sweep your way out.

Copy that.

[camera clicking]

Hey, guys, so listen...

So you heard?

This Schlychter guy...

FBI, Interpol,

there's no record of him.

Ten-to-one they never find him.

Yeah, that's

a pretty good bet.

Internal Affairs

had a field day

with that thumb drive, though.

It's got Jack on the

phone ordering executions,

from Leonetti all the way down.

You were the last of 'em.

But you know, if Jack

would've been thinking,

he'd have called me.

I'd have killed you for free.

Well, with your aim,

I think I'd be safe.

Yeah, right.

- [camera clicking]

- [chatter]

[Michael] I'm interviewing

the witness later today.

- Okay.

- [phone beeps]

Did you know him?

He's my father.

I'm sorry for your loss.

You must be proud of him.

Yeah.

I am.

[dramatic music]

[gentle music]

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