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I've known you for 15 years,

and you point a gun at me.

This place is a shithole. Literally.

Call the police force

a disciplinary force?

Sh*t and piss everywhere.

You know what I mean.

You got a gun

and a bulletproof vest.

Always a f***ing guy

with a bulletproof vest.

You don't trust yourself,

do you, Stowe?

Anyway...

You think I'm gonna shoot you?

You think I wouldn't aim

for your head?

I was a cop for 21 years.

Didn't once wear a bulletproof vest.

Never even killed anyone.

Only drew my gun twice.

It was a perfect record.

Till yesterday.

Because of you...

...because of a favor,

I lost my pension.

Gonna retire next month,

and now I'm gone with nothing.

You turn tail on Callahan,

that's fine.

He's a dealer, scumbag, murderer,

always was.

You rat on me...

...f*** you for that!

You're not the only one who can

bust a cop, but the only one that will.

And I can smell

the booze and H from here.

You're the f***ing dinosaur, not me!

You deserve it.

- Yeah, yeah, all right.

- Okay, let's go.

- Sorry, Walt.

- Yeah, good work, boys.

Hey, junkie.

Gentlemen.

Don't even think about it.

This is hot intel.

And I don't have an address.

Run with it. You know what to do.

Now, Larenz Brighton.

He's a security guard

for a company called ISC.

And we tracked an e-mail

from Callahan to this guy.

And Surveillance, like you asked...

...lifted this image of Callahan.

I want you to get on it.

And take Serge with you.

Stowe, where are you?

Come in, Stowe.

I know you're there, Stowe.

- You've skipped school?

- It's Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.

Have you seen these faces?

Yeah, I've seen him. Few blocks

from here, near Frenchman Street.

What about this guy?

No.

- Hey, get in.

- No, thanks, man.

Hey, hey. Get in.

You don't have a choice.

- So that's where he's staying, huh?

- Yeah, in that block.

If you see this guy, call me.

You serious?

All right, thanks.

Thanks, man.

Damn it, Stowe,

I'm not gonna sit out here all day.

Sh*t.

Larenz Brighton, open the door.

Police.

What do you want?

I want to talk to Larenz, miss.

- He's not here.

- I know he is.

Do you have a warrant?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I do.

Larenz, come out.

With your hands up.

I just wanna talk to you.

Miss, can you convince your husband

to come out?

Okay, then.

Let's go for a walk

down to the station.

Next time you want to sneak up

on someone...

...check the reflection.

Sit down.

I'm starved.

All this excitement makes me hungry.

Don't be shy.

Dig in.

I'm not hungry.

Where do you work?

ISC.

I'm in Dispatch.

Nice apartment.

You must have a strong union.

What do you want?

I need information.

And I'm a human lie detector.

So don't even try to lie to me.

Talk to me about Callahan.

I don't know anyone

named Callahan.

You broke the first rule already.

Let's start again.

I'm telling you the truth.

I don't know

who you're talking about.

Where were you when the heist

went down on Jackson Square?

I didn't hear about it.

I was at work.

You were at work during something

you don't know about?

Strange.

Strange to me.

I didn't hear about it.

No!

- Listen, there is a gun in your mouth.

- No, no, no!

I might not be able

to understand you clearly.

So nod your head if you want to live.

Where is Callahan?

I don't know.

I'm a wheelman from time to time.

A lookout.

I'm not part of the plan.

I don't deal directly with Callahan.

He never calls me.

It's always through a middleman.

Who is?

They change from job to job.

Every time they call,

it's a different person.

Who is Callahan's man

in the police force?

You're kidding me? Motherf***er.

It's you.

Anthony Stowe, right?

You're the inside man.

Sh*t.

No! Larenz, no!

If you wanna take a shot at a cop,

make sure you kill him.

And the fact that you're willing

to take that shot...

...means you have a lot to say.

Thanks.

No problem.

Officer-involved shooting.

I need two suits and a toe tagger.

Thank you.

It's on me.

Come on.

Let's get you something to eat.

All right, pal.

That's enough for you.

Come on, let's go home.

This way.

There.

It's after hours,

but they keep it open for me.

Hey, Lucy, what can I get you guys?

Hey, Frank.

Water for me,

and he'll take two doubles of Scotch.

Straight up.

What's the problem, Anthony?

Let me guess.

Case of a lifetime

didn't go the way you planned?

I'll be right back, Anthony.

I have to use the bathroom.

Come on.

You wanna kill me?

You wanna kill me?

Show yourself, huh?

Remember me?

Surprised?

Didn't see this one coming,

did you, narc cop?

Any last words?

No?

Well, I have a few for you.

I...

Good night.

N.O.P.D. Down, down, down!

Okay, come on, now.

- Come on, let's go.

- Come on, come on, come on.

Go, go, go!

- Need some assistance here!

- Stand back.

Get back, please.

One, two, three.

Coming through, coming through.

Clear!

Any last words?

You're the f***ing dinosaur!

The baby's not yours.

Not me.

He's just f***ing with you.

I'm pregnant.

Clear!

I think he's lost too much blood.

They said he was a fighter, though.

They said he was a bastard, actually.

Hi, I'm Dr. Gaudio.

I operated on Mr. Stowe.

Mac Baylor, chief of police.

I believe this is for you.

The bullet entered Mr. Stowe's

lower jaw...

...and was deflected upwards,

destroying his nasal cavity...

...and finally coming to rest here

in his skull.

Basically, he's very lucky

to still be alive.

But it's still unclear to us when, if ever,

he'll come out of the coma he's in.

Thank you.

Okay.

So...

I'll call you.

Okay. Okay.

- Bye.

- See you later.

Chief, I need you in Anthony's office

right away.

Jesus.

Some hero, huh?

So will you be reporting this

to the feds, or should I?

After all he's been through?

Let it go.

He's a dirty cop. He always was.

Don't let your pain

interfere with your judgment.

The way Anthony Stowe

lived his life, right?

Look at that.

Hi.

Well, hello.

Welcome back to earth.

Can you understand

what I'm saying?

You've been asleep

for 57 years.

- Just kidding, man.

- Nurse Carter?

Man, I was running checks,

and his eyes, they just opened.

Do you know where you are,

Mr. Stowe?

Do you know what happened to you?

Amazing.

Let's run some tests

and move him to Recovery.

Welcome back, buddy.

Mac.

He has nowhere else to go, Val.

You're gonna have a security detail

watching your place 24 hours a day.

Jesus, Mac.

And like I said,

he needs a familiar face.

And you're entitled to the fund.

We're getting a divorce.

Well, you certainly can't

divorce him now.

And you know it.

Take a left and down the hall.

I love you, Mark...

...not him.

But I feel responsible

for what happened to him.

- They're gonna be knocked out.

- Now, why do you call it the G5?

Well, because I have

five sons named George.

Okay.

We have five

interchangeable plates here.

The original,

all-purpose slanting grill...

- Right.

- ... that channels away the fat.

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