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from up there.

You get out to that truck quick and get it

started so we can get the hell outta here.

What's that?

It's Erin.

She's my daughter.

Beautiful.

So there you go.

Now you got something

to fight for.

Sh*t! Here they are!

Merry Christmas.

Dig a hole big enough

for three people.

Soon as they come in,

let it go.

- You got it?

- Yeah, I got it.

Captain, we got a partial on the plate

that Anderson sent.

Put it on the wire.

They can't be more than 40 miles

from that gas station.

Hey, Ray. Call Ritter and make sure

he's putting the plane down on time.

- Ray?

- I know. I know. Back to the scanner.

Hey!

Get the lights.

- Woz!

- Brockman.

- Go!

- Hey!

- Now!

- Come on. I got some burgers for you guys.

Sh*t. Where the f***

are you, a**holes?

Quit jerking each other off

and let's go!

Watch out!

Leon! Leon, it's me!

What the f***?

You okay?

Nobody move!

Everybody down!

Coles, you move,

you're dead.

- Hit me.

- Get him down! Woz, get him down!

Goddamn mess.

What the f*** happened here?

You look like sh*t, Woz.

We got no prints on the 20

we got from the custodian...

and nothing yet on the A.P.B.

we have on the vehicle.

I been working with this plate from Molina.

I run it through the D.M.V., but it comes up dry.

I ran a state-wide search

on all open investigations, and I got a hit.

It seems the narcotics task force down

in San Diego's got an open investigation.

These kidnappers- they're meth dealers.

They've got a rap sheet a mile long...

and they're suspected links

to murders on both sides of the border.

This Stefan Burian

is the ringleader.

- Get everything San Diego has on these guys.

- I've already got a call in.

So that's it?

That's all you've got to say?

- It happened so fast.

- You know, you been workin' for me...

for a couple months now,

handling deals, collections...

all kinda tough sh*t.

Babysitting two suits

in there...

- is what's too much for you to handle.

- No, I- I-

I f***ed up.

You better pull your sh*t

together, man.

This is far from over.

What did you do that for?

What-

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Where you gonna run to, Coles?

Come here!

Oh, sh*t.

Better take him

and the rest of ours out back.

Takes talent

to f*** it up so badly.

Go and clean the sh*t up.

Then we're heading out of here.

We kill them before

we're free and clear...

the mess gets

even bigger, right?

You don't have to

kill them.

I'm not.

Good.

You are.

- Here, Dad.

- It's from both of us.

- That's Erin.

- Has she ever had

a reaction to insulin before?

- I don't know.

- Is her mother there?

Anybody that can say-

- I'm divorced. I have no idea.

- She's not breathing. We gotta get her inside.

God, baby.

That f***in'

lighter, Woz.

They've been gone

for five years.

You either

get over it...

or pick up smokin'

again.

Go and finish them off.

Take the f***in'

rent-a-cop with you too.

Your cut will be here

when you're done.

- Hi.

- Have a seat.

There's been

a development.

Do any of those men

look familiar to you? Their names?

You ever recall

seeing any of them...

- with Mr. Coles?

- No. Who are they?

These are the men

who have your husband.

Excuse me, Captain. Lieutenant James

of Narcotics Task Force San Diego's on line one.

Now who the hell is this?

Did you get the keys

to that truck?

We can't go for the truck.

- I don't have the keys.

- Doesn't matter. We still got a shot.

If we get up over the ridge,

should be able to find the interstate.

You may be right.

How many rounds you got left in the gun?

Just keep moving

this way.

You guys can powwow all night.

I'm gonna get outta here.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Whoa!

Aw, sh*t. What's the matter with you?

Put it down.

- Oh, f*** me.

- They want me to finish this.

Then I get outta here.

- What?

- You see what's happening here?

You f***ing-You f***.

So you are one of these pieces of sh*t, huh?

- I tried to tell you!

- For once in your life, shut up, all right?

- If I don't kill you, they're gonna kill me.

- Listen, you're not doing this.

- It's not that simple.

- What do you mean, it's not that

simple? Of course it's that-

Was it that simple when you ripped

that phone jack out?

Guy was bleeding to death in the other room.

You're saying you were only doing it for him?

What's the matter with you, man?

We didn't do this!

You're only worried

about yourself...

and the murder rap

over this dead guard...

so don't start talkin' about simple, 'cause this

whole thing couldn't be further from it.

We should be runnin' now!

Get out of this sh*t hole!

- You don't get it, do you? This is it.

- No, no, no.

- This is who I am.

- Bullshit. Put it down.

- You turn around right now.

- No, man. You want to kill me, do it to my face.

- Do it.

- No, you do it. Show me who you are, huh?

Do it!

Is this how you want Erin

to remember you?

I'll give you anything

you want. Anything you want.

Just f***ing don't do it.

Don't f***ing do it!

- My wife and my daughter are gone.

Both f***ing gone.

- Don't f***ing do this.

- I just want this to end.

- No!

This is Detective James Curtis.

Detective Curtis,

I've got Captain Parker on the line for you.

Curtis, a local worker and his son

reported suspicious activity...

at a chemical warehouse off Blythe Road,

Are you sure

they check out, Captain?

Listen. There's an undercover

officer on the scene.

We don't know if his cover's

been blown, if he's alive or if he's dead.

Affirmative. We'll be there in five minutes.

Tactical's 20 minutes out.

- 10-4.

- You ready for this?

Yeah.

- Hey.

- What?

We got a problem.

Stay with the car.

Keep it running.

Hey, you.

Am I lookin'

at a cop?

Cop?

- You worked so hard to make detective.

- Here, Dad. See?

Hey. So you like

this place?

Yeah. Keeps the money clean.

Hey, you ready?

I'd tell you not to do

something to make me look bad...

but then I know you'd just

do something to piss me off.

- Well, if I didn't need

the money so bad, I just might.

- Hey, money's good.

It's good to have you back, you know?

It's like old times.

Where'd your friends go?

You double-crossing

son of a b*tch!

Turn him around! Move!

Look.

There it is.

- Come on!

- You wait for backup.

Where you going?

Ain't over yet.

Oh, what the f-

You saved my life.

You okay?

Yeah.

- How's the arm?

- It's all right.

This guy's been undercover

for the last eight months.

His f***ing command staff in San Diego

hasn't talked to him in three weeks.

I don't know

if I could do that.

It's gotta be instinct.

What, police work?

No. Surviving.

You guys should

consider yourselves very lucky.

A few more minutes

of exposure to those chemicals...

and you would have gone

into full arrest, never woken up.

My memory-

will it ever come back?

The human body can endure

significant trauma, Detective.

For better or for worse,

it'll all come back sooner or later.

Okay.

Captain.

You don't have to do this if you don't want to.

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