BRUJO: Tell John to come. KAREN: John, please! John!
He won't come for you!
John!
Come find me, John!
Please!
Ne! Find me! Find me!
Help me! Help me!
He's not coming. He's not coming. He's coming.
(SCREAMS) No!
(SCREAMING)
He's not coming for you. Please stop! Please! Please! Please!
He's not calling, he's not coming!
Why isn't he coming? He doesn't love you.
(SCREAMS)
Please, John. Bitch, you're all done.
John.
John, John... Tell him to come right now.
Come get me, John.
(SCREAMS) (PIPE CLATTERS)
No!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
(SCREAMS)
Three out. Arm the charge.
Don't blow your balls off, okay. (LAUGHS)
Hey' don't worry. They're made of brass.
Are they as big as your wife's?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Who the fuck dropped ass?
That was me. Better check your fucking drawers.
I think that was brisket, wasn't it? Wasn't that brisket?
GRINDER: Open a fucking window!
BREACHER: Hey, shut the fuck up! Concentrate! It's payday.
(ELECTRONIC DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
(SNIFFS)
(EXHALES)
Hell, yeah.
(GROWLS PLAYFULLY)
Look at you.
(MAN SPEAKING ARABIC)
Done a roll call?
Breacher and his men are all accounted for.
How much is in there?
We're about to find out.
FLOYD: DC will be very happy.
MAN 1: (OVER RADIO) Okay, be ready.
MAN 21 Acknowledge.
MAN 1: Roger.
(GIGGLES)
(KISSING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
Fuck that! No! I'm going to hit you fucking raw.
Okay. Come here, baby!
Come on.
All right, come on.
Lizzy, radio check.
Do you copy me?
I hear nothing!
What are you talking about?
I can only hear your heartbeat. Come on!
(MOANS)
God damn it, Lizzy! Do you copy me?
Bad call, boss, sending her in.
Oh, relax.
She knows how to take care of her business.
SNIPER: I got movement.
Second story, front window.
Center lock.
I'm taking the shot.
(GROANS)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(MONSTER WHOOPING)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
BREACHER: Here we go! MONSTER: Let's move, let's move!
(GRUNTS)
Come on! Move it! Stack it up. Stack it up.
(GUN FIRE} MAN: Para!
(GROANS)
OFFICER: Shots fired. Delta side.
SUGAR: Neck, stay close with me! NECK: Already out!
Hey! Hey, where's my shit? I'm going in!
You're not going in! I know where the money is! Do you?
OFFICER: Let's go long!
TRIPOD: Fuck, Lizzy! You look hot, baby! Whoa!
BREACHER: Stack up.
Pyro, get the window! On it.
BREACHER: Let's go.
GRINDER: Tripod, clear.
Breach. Breach!
BREACHER: Get in there! Move it!
GRINDER: I got high! SUGAR: Okay, I got back!
NECK: Come on, y'all!
GRINDER: Clear right!
BREACHER: Cut the lock.
Lizzy, there's a fucking gate!
No shit. Take this. Got it.
(GROANS)
(GUNFIRE)
MONSTER: Anybody hurt'? LIZZY: I'm good.
BREACHER: Tripod! Demo!
LIZZY: Aw, shit, I think I broke a nail.
GRINDER: Double up! BREACHER: Give me the charge.
LIZZY: What are we doing, boss? BREACHER: Demo set.
Three, two, one!
(GROANING)
GRINDER: Pyro, shoot the fucker!
TRIPOD: Target down! Good shot! Dead.
BREACHER: Get moving!
NECK: Get inside!
BREACHER: Breaching shotgun! MONSTER: Pop it!
MONSTER: Move it!
BREACHER: Lizzy, where's the money?
Down that hall.
LIZZY: Spider hole in the ceiling.
MONSTER: Target down! Move it!
LIZZY: Watch your head. TRIPOD: Good shot.
Popped his gray. NECK: Meat shower.
GRINDER: Target.
MONSTER: Down! GRINDER: Let's move!
TRIPOD: Saw shit like this in Iraq.
LIZZY: Door is on the right.
Stand clear!
Moving up. Everyone, get out of my fucking way!
MONSTER: Kick it, Tripod, let's go!
BREACHER: Keep it tight! NECK: I'll take the back.
SUGAR: Pyro, I'm behind you.
BREACH ER: Cover your sides! MONSTER: You got it, boss!
LIZZY: Clear. Let's move.
OFFICER: Clear. Clear. Move it up.
LIZZY: Look what Mama did for you.
MONSTER: Holy shit. Uncle Sam gets his. It's time to get ours.
(LAUGHING) Come on, kids, let's get paid.
I guess you blew the right scumbag.
I guess I did.
GRINDER: You're going to make me sick. Let's go.
Come on, Monster, let's go!
On it, boss.
GRINDER: Neck! Bags, some rope!
LIZZY: Yeah. Bags over here.
NECK: Rope, bags!
BREACHER: We've got three minutes. Rope!
SUGAR: Smoke, cut that shit!
Really? Really? (GAGGING)
(CONTINUES GAGGING)
(OVER RADIO) Breacher, it's Watcher. What's the delay?
Well, we're cutting through an obstacle' sir.
It's going to take a while. Roger that.
GRINDER: Incoming.
Need any help? Negative. We have active shooters.
So just hold back until it's all clear.
Who wipes their ass and puts the toilet paper
on the outside of the fucking bowl?
Hey, get the water line off the toilet.
GRINDER: Hurry the fuck up! NECK: We're working on it.
GRINDER: Today, Monster. BREACHER: Come on, hurry up, guys. Let's go.
LIZZY: Incoming. Three, two...
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Two mikes and we're through.
BREACHER: Two minutes. Oh, God!
What's taking you so fucking long? Go, go, go.
NECK: Let's go, I want more money.
BREACHER: You're getting somewhere now.
LIZZY: Here you go, babe.
(SHOUTS)
NECK: Fuck!
Fuck! LIZZY: What happened?
NECK: Man down! MONSTER: Who's down?
NECK: Smoke's been hit!
GRINDER: God damn it! How'd that happen?
BREACH ER: Smoke Jennings is down! Taking fire! Son of a bitch!
Medical, stand by. We may have a problem.
BREACHER: Neck, render aid. I got it.
Get his head down. FLOYD: Get your man out of there.
Tripod, get in the rig! Stay with me.
Got it! BREACHER: Monster, hurry up.
BREACHER: Monster! MONSTER: Let's go. We need more money!
Breacher, the dude's fucked up!
Not getting paid ain't gonna help him.
Yeah? Now we're just like them!
Shut your fucking mouth! This isn't what we fucking do!
I'll take your out.
Shut the fuck up! Do your job!
NECK: Hang in there. Just a little hickey, baby.
MONSTER: Keep the money coming!
Come on, Breacher. Come on, come on, come on.
MONSTER: One mike! TRIPOD: Fuck, open your eyes!
SUGAR: How's he doing? NECK: He's cleaned up.
We gotta move him, boss! Get him out of here now. Get him up.
A little help, Grinder!
FLOYD: Breacher? Breacher, give me status.
BREACHER: Stand by.
I have men coming out. Call up Medical.
FLOYD: Are you in the money room?
Let's go!
MONSTER: Come on, come on. Get some more, get some more.
BREACHER: Lizzy, how much money do we got?
About$10 million.
That's enough. Go and help Monster. On it!
BREACHER: Okay, Tripod. Moving. FLOYD: John.
MONSTER: Come on, come on, come on.
(COUGHING)
Moving it in.
Last spark.
BREACHER: Our man is out. Let's go.
MONSTER: Ifs in. It's in. LIZZY: Go, go, go! Move!
FLOYD: God damn it, John! Talk to me.
We're through. All right, stack up.
BREACHER: Team, move.
Monster, stay left. Heads on the swivel.
Coming out.
LIZZY: All right, who dropped ass?
(LIZZY LAUGHING) GRINDER: Holy shit!
(MEN COUGHING)
Fuck!
SUGAR: Stop splashing!
TRIPOD: Here we go.
LIZZY: Come on, boys.
GRINDER: This better be worth it!
TRIPOD: Fucking nasty. (MEN COUGHING)
Fuck.
Shit. GRINDER: What?
LIZZY: Where's the fucking money?
NECK: Are you fucking kidding me right now?
GRINDER: What'? TRIPOD: We should check in the water.
SUGAR: What'd she say? TRIPOD: Check in the water.
LIZZY: The fucking money's gone.
SUGAR: What the fuck you mean, check the water?
TRIPOD: Right behind you.
SUGAR: What happened with the money?
NECK: What do you mean there's no fucking money?
LIZZY: Look at the rope.
MONSTER: It's been cut.
TRIPOD: Just check down there. Check down here.
GRINDER: Oh, fucking shit.
NECK: Who the fuck else knew about this shit?
MONSTER: Come on.
GRINDER: It's not in the fucking water, man! It's not in the fucking water!
MONSTER: No fucking way!
GRINDER: Who fucking cut the rope?
SUGAR: Why don't you all just shut the fuck up and let's go?
Hold up, you guys. Hold up.
What the fuck is that?
Bullet.
GRINDER: We just wasted our whole fucking career
for this shit and there's nothing here?
SUGAR: This ain't good. Let's walk.
TRIPOD: Check the water.
We sold ourselves out for this.
LOU: We got a little problem.
$10 million is missing.
STAN: Now listen. You all did a fine job in there.
We're not arguing that you've got a good record with the DEA.
None of that matters right now,
'cause all we need to do is find out where that $10 million is.
And that's why you're here.
It was a big, giant fucking stack of money.
How do you know, exactly down to the dollar, how much was in that room?
LOU: Well, the FBI was
carrying on a parallel investigation.
Did you ever see the $200 million?
Did you guys hear me say I want my lawyer?
LOU: You know what would clear your ass? If you'd take a polygraph.
No poly- No poly?
That's weak. That's sad.
Your ass is going to prison.
When money is supposed to be there and it goes away,
and it looks like to us, it was a setup.
It may not be, and we're going to find out.
And I know you had a friend who died.
And that's awful, and it's going to be more awful
if it was because of money.
My friend did not die for fucking $10 million.
We lost a man, we lost a brother.
And you don't give a shit about that.
LOU: It was Wharton's idea, wasn't it?
You were just following the lead of a respected supervisor.
I mean, John is like your daddy.
You were doing what you had to do.
Fuck you. You don't know my daddy.
This agency saved your ass. You were going nowhere.
You were a question mark coming in here.
And you have been better than any of us ever dreamed.
And you've always outperformed.
We're trying to save that career.
STAN: This is your family, Joe. This is your family.
See, I'm not a thief.
If that cartel finds out that you took $10 million,
they're going to slit your throat from ear to ear.
(ALARM CLOCK RINGING)
I gotta pee, man.
Say what? I gotta piss.
Then go pee.
Man, he got cameras all over. There's no way I can go.
Oh, dude, really?
Piss, man. What the hell? What you think?
I'm not going to stick my dick
where your dick been sticking in, man. I ain't putting it in there.
Yeah, the problem is, your shit probably fit in there.
My shit don't fit in there. I need a thermos or some shit. Look at this.
AGENT 1: You threw a bottle of piss in my lap.
AGENT 2: Man, it's got a cap on it.
Morning, Breach. Morning.
Hey, good morning.
Oh, man, thanks, Breach!
Breakfast of champions, huh?
Here's your DVD, man. Appreciate it.
And don't piss in my bushes anymore, okay?
I have a surveillance camera. I see it all.
No, that was him. I've got a bottle.
I'm not using that bottle.
I ain't sticking my dick nowhere your dick has been, damn that.
You didn't say that about Rebecca.
When you fuck Rebecca?
I fuck them all. Bro.
Just follow that truck. I'm gonna deal with you.
AGENT 2: So you think he did it?
AGENT 1: I don't know if he did it. I just know I hear stuff, that's all I'm saying.
They're looking for something.
But they haven't found anything,
or else we wouldn't be following him around like this.
Yeah.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Why don't you just pull the pin on this?
You're never going to be able to spend that blood money anyway.
Do it for your team.
Do it for your country.
Do it for yourself.
Retire. End it. End the pain.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)
Fuck you, Breacher.
I hate it as much as you do, sir.
(TOILET FLUSHES)
Tactical god.
Why don't you wash your fucking hands?
That's a new suit?
Why do you rock that off-the-rack, cheap-ass JCPenney shit
when you can afford Armani?
In fact, why aren't you on a yacht in the Caymans?
I know what you're trying to do.
The jabs, the jokes.
But tell them I'm not going to bite.
What's! you tell Smoke Jennings' wife?
That he died for a good cause, making you rich?
Tell them you let me disarm you.
Give me the fucking gun.
(FLUSHES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR) Come in.
Have a seat, John.
It's over.
I'll go and clean out my desk.
I'm not firing you.
The investigation is over.
No ones been exonerated.
DC just lost their appetite.
Who do you know in Washington, John?
Got a picture of a senator fucking a goat, maybe?
(SCOFFS)
The only thing anyone in law enforcement has is their credibility.
Li's like virginity. Once it's gone, it's gone forever.
When did you lose yours?
(CHUCKLES)
What if I gave you your team back?
Don't fuck with me.
No one wants you, John.
I've got nowhere else to stick you.
Mind showing some leadership this time?
(DRAWER OPENS)
Gun.
Badge.
Grads.
There you go. You're back in the game.
They don't fucking let us train. They don't let us shoot.
I mean, I can't even carry a fucking gun in here, dude.
We're sitting on our asses, rotting.
It's punishment, bro.
Don't let it get in your head.
Just deal with it. lam.
Who's winning? Get down.
Get the fuck out of the way!
SUGAR: In the middle of my goddamn game! MONSTER: Fuck me!
Country-ass motherfucker!
Why you acting all Jethro on that shit? You gonna play?
PYRO: We're reduced to a fucking rubber gun squad, bro,
I feel like a fucking parolee.
Why is he tattooing a dick on your back, Pyro?
You know what, bro, this is a fallen soldier. Fuck you, man.
Will you fucking dial it down?
I just lost a buddy down range!
NECK: Easy, easy, killer. Hell!
(LAUGHING)
(WHISPERS) It does kind of look like a dick.
(ALL LAUGH)
The expert has spoken.
Bro, if I turn around
and see a fucking dick in the mirror, you're dead.
It doesn't look like a dick.
LIZZY: Get off my ass, man!
MONSTER: You might wanna listen to this.
(GUNFIRE ON TELEVISION)
GRINDER: It's a fucking piece of shit. LIZZY: Fuck you.
'Cause all the company she keeps is rubbing off on her.
All the fucking piece-of-shit-ness...
Man, you need a Xanax or something. (LAUGHS)
SUGAR: Why don't you go home and fuck your mama again?
(SUGAR AND MONSTER LAUGH)
Come on, man.
You were slightly amusing in the field. Here, you just suck.
I will out-fight, out-fuck
and out-work you on my worst day.
PYRO: See, I don't wanna fuck you, Lizzy.
Crack whores are not my thing.
Hey! That's my wife, yeah?
Bro, you bought a fucking cow when the milk was free.
Let's do ii, pussy. Come on, let's go bareback.
Wear a mouthpiece and head guard if you want.
I'll still fucking dismantle you!
Okay, now I want to fuck her.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Out cold, bitch!
SUGAR: She got you. GRINDER: Yo!
(ALL STOP TALKING)
What the fuck is going on here?
This place looks like a fucking crack house!
You shouldn't be here. What are you doing here?
The investigation is over.
We're back in business! NECK: No shit?
MONSTER: Yes! Whoa!
BREACHER: Here are your credentials. Fucking finally!
LIZZY: Whoa! Gimme! (MONSTER LAUGHS)
SUGAR: How'd you manage this, boss? NECK: Ain't that pretty?
(ALL CHEERING)
SUGAR: I told you! Hold you motherfuckers!
And you, put a shirt on. NECK: Here we go.
You're just jealous.
NECK: Good to have you back, boss.
Is that a dick?
(ALL LAUGH) Dude!
LIZZY: It's a self-portrait! Where's the fucking mirror?
GRINDER: It's not done.
MONSTER: Let's go!
Morning, boss.
Morning! Boss!
MONSTER: Morning, Daddy.
Good to be back.
What took you so fucking long?
NECK: I'm embarrassed you don't have decent shit.
SUGAR: Who's got coffee?
NECK: Knock the dust off!
Are you fucking kidding me?
You promised you'd use the down time to work on yourself.
I'm fine.
(SIGHS)
Give me the weapon.
No.
I can train... Lizzy.
Breacher. I'm training.
Why don't you go play daddy somewhere else, huh?
Come on.
NECK: Slow the fuck down!
MONSTER: Shut the fuck up!
GRINDER: Hurry the fuck up! LIZZY: You're moving too fast.
PYRO: Sweetheart, shut up! NECK: So slow.
NECK: You need to skinny up, motherfucker.
MONSTER: Get that chicken wing out of the way.
Fucking get in your own lane.
SUGAR: Y'all seriously taking giant-ass steps.
Give me room. Give me room!
Little room. Little room!
Contact right!
(GUNFIRE)
SUGAR: Hi! We're home!
Thank you!
SUGAR: Fuck, y'all didn't even stutter, man!
Slowest fucking pie I've ever seen in my life.
Whenever you're ready!
NECK: Come on, open the door, let's go!
Make a decision!
MONSTER: All fucking day. Let me pie this fucking door.
If there's pussy in there, you'd already be in there.
GRINDER: Dead.
MONSTER: It won't kick itself. Punch it!
GRINDER: Breaching the fucking door!
MONSTER: What the fuck are you doing?
LIZZY: Seriously! Fuck you!
First in the room? That's the way to wait for the team there.
Very nice. Very nice. That's not how you fucking do it.
You going to get in my fucking way every time?
All right, secure from exercise!
This one is down.
Yeah, I got him.
What about him? Fuck!
GRINDER: And who is that? Somebody's got to dig that fucking corner.
MONSTER: No shit!
GRINDER: Yeah, second guy in the room. PYRO: It was you!
I was number three! You got this guy.
That's your fucking corner! BREACH ER: Be quiet.
He's dead! GRINDER: I was third one through!
Guys, shut up!
You should have dug the corner. BREACH ER: Shut up!
Shut up. Grinder.
You have to take that corner.
You breached.
You immediately turn and you go for it.
That's your responsibility, and you cover that corner.
There's no argument here, so let's run it again.
Fucking asshole. LIZZY: Told you.
BREACHER: Come on, guys.
(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)
PYRO: Fuck it! Why don't I run it by myself?
I'll show you fuckers how to do it!
MONSTER: Oh, fuck off!
So what happened? You used to be good at this.
Yeah, well, six months of finger pointing and recrimination happened.
You weren't around. You didn't have our backs.
Well, not by choice.
That's your fucking excuse?
When did you ever listen to the rules?
We're not a team anymore.
Just a gang.
And there is no trust. There is no trust.
We're going to get it back. I know.
We're still a family.
Yeah, l wish I could believe you.
BREACHER: So now we don't trust each other?
In what we do, there is only trust.
I trust you!
Each and every one of you.
With my life.
And I'll prove it to you. Kick the door.
Kill the bad guys. Don't kill me.
What the fuck did you say to him?
(GRUNTS)
Target!
How did we do, boss?
Good. Good job.
I guess we don't suck.
(SIGHS)
It's time to do the Lord's work.
(ALL CHEERING)
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Shots! Beers! Come on!
All right, who's gonna get this round?
(ALL SHOUTING)
I'll get the fucking round!
Why they call you Pyro, honey?
'Cause I hooked a flashbang in a meth lab,
burned down the whole fucking apartment building.
(ALL LAUGHING)
NECK: That's why we don't let him have the bangs no more.
You about burned my ass up, you bastard.
We ca“ mm Pym 'cause ms ass bums.
(ALL LAUGH)
(LAUGHS)
Yeah, whatever, asshole.
NECK: Get of here. Get out of here.
I would hit that. Fuck yeah!
To Lizzy, my favorite evil bitch.
(LAUGHS) Evil bitch!
No, fuck that!
Let's drink to Smoke Jennings.
That motherfucker died for our sins.
Fuck yeah.
Smoke Jennings! Smoke!
Smoke!
Yeah! Smoke!
SUGAR: This is one for the homie that can't be here.
Smoke Jennings.
(SENSUAL R&B MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, we missed you.
You're the heart and soul of us.
Don't ever forget that
They almost won.
It's fucking bullshit and you know it.
We're here, aren't we?
We held out
as a team.
It's just that, that thing that we did
was for nothing.
Let it go.
You hear me?
Let it go.
Okay. -
You know what? I can do this shit better than all y'all.
(ALL CHEERING)
BOUNCER: Get the fuck off the stage!
Get the fuck off the stage!
Relax!
Let's go, motherfucker!
Get the fuck back!
(ALL SHOUTING)
PYRO: Good night, motherfucker'
NECK: All right, let's go. We gotta roll, we gotta roll!
LIZZY: Whoo!
NECK: Sorry about your bouncer, man!
LIZZY: Thanks for the lap dance! (GLASS SMASHES)
SUGAR: Have a nice night! GRINDER: Son of a bitch with a weak-ass right.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ON TELEVISION)
(GROANS)
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
(BOTTLES CLATTER)
(URINATING)
(TRAIN HORN BLARES)
Fuck!
(HORN CONTINUES BLARING)
What the fuck?
No! What the fuck?
Fuck! Fuck!
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Miss.
Hi.
Tom worked for me.
John Wharton.
Caroline Brentwood. Homicide.
Can you help me with next of kin?
There's some ex-wives.
So, what happened here?
Train versus Winnebago.
Train won.
So why is Homicide involved?
Well, some sucker's got to write it up. Guess that's me.
Anything else I can do?
Start sweeping for body parts.
JACKSON: Caroline, hey, I found the torso.
CAROLINE: Coming to you!
Oh, geez.
JACKSON: Look at this.
You can smell the alcohol from here.
Yeah, right.
Your man's been drinking.
We did have a team celebration.
As soon as I get this place locked down,
I need a statement from you.
You know who that is, right?
Some Fed who thinks his shit don't stink.
That's John Wharton.
He's a drug war god.
What... He looks a little down, Darius.
Why don't you go suck his dick?
That ain't right.
Well, you're making cow eyes at him. That ain't right.
(KNOCKING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(LIZZY LAUGHS)
Stripper's here! GRINDER: Whoo! Ooh, yeah!
Aren't you a little old for this shit?
Investigator Caroline Brentwood.
I'm looking for Eddie Jordan.
LIZZY: Neck! Yo!
I brought you a present
GRINDER: Oh, shit.
(SIGHS)
Look at the water.
(POPS)
No, thank you.
Have a fucking drink for my friend. We buried him today.
That's why I'm here. You wanna go somewhere private?
Private? (ALL LAUGH)
Fuck that. This is family time.
You just get the fuck over here
and make it clap for Uncle Daddy. (ALL LAUGH)
Look at you, got the whole FBI getup.
You got your badge.
You dumb fuck, that's the lead investigator
in Pyro's accident. Am I right?
It's a fucking stripper!
LIZZY: She's not the stripper.
She's an APD investigator.
NECK: Damn. MONSTER: We'd welcome you.
But I just want to know what the fuck you doing here right now.
Well, I'm sorry to rain on your bro down.
I just need to get a quick statement.
Neck, lawyer the fuck up! Don't say shit!
You know it, Sugar!
Neck hates cops because the Columbian police
beat the living shit out of him for not paying a tranny.
Dude, you fucking gotta bring that up every fucking time!
I got worse PTSD from a dude in heels
than anything I got in that fucking place.
LIZZY: I'll strip for you, honey bear.
(ALL LAUGHING)
NECK: Get her, Grinder.
I'm good, thank you.
Pull your fucking panties out of your ass, sweetheart, and take the beer.
It's a party. (ALL LAUGHING)
Well, since you put it like that.
I like the way you play. Now lick it off.
One step closer, I rip your fucking balls off.
Whoa! NECK: Get her, baby bird! Get her!
Hey! Shut the fuck up!
MONSTER: Boss, come on!
Come on, settle down, shut up.
This is my fucking house, okay? She's a guest!
MONSTER: Guest, my ass. Come on. Let's go inside.
Hit that, Breach, get some!
Investigate the shit out of that.
Whose round it is?
ALL: Pyro's!
(LAUGHS)
I've been chasing your man three days for a five-minute interview.
Can you do something about that?
You some kind of a big deal?
Yeah. I've been around.
I speak to him tomorrow, or I go over your head.
I will make it happen. (KNOCKING)
Your friend's here.
I wouldn't bother. Tips are lousy.
CAROLINE: Liquor store's cleared by arrest.
We present to Nichols on Tuesday. JACKSON: No.
Suspect has taken a plea.
Who says? Nichols' office.
Funny how they do that when they're on video. Mmm-hmm.
(INHALES SHARPLY) Train versus RV. It's ruled accidental,
so I'm thinking this is not our problem.
I just have one interview to do on that. I'll knock it out tonight.
It's accidental. Who cares?
Right, so no one should interview the last guy who saw him alive'?
Perfectionist.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Breacher. Gotta go.
Breacher. Damn.
He's sexting me.
(CHUCKLES) All right, man, just go. Go ahead. Want to see?
Get out of my face with that, man.
He's a natural blond, you know.
Get out of my face. Oh, yeah.
I don't want to hear nothing about that.
You are dirty.
Jezebel.
CAROLINE: I've known some cops in my time,
but your people don't seem like cops.
Good.
They're the best undercover agents in the DEA.
Work hard, play hard, right?
(CHUCKLES)
Look who's talking.
You enjoy your cups-
Why do you say that?
Your skin.
(LAUGHS)
Wow.
Just.“
Wow.
Neck!
It's me!
(FLICKS LIGHT SWITCH)
Shit, no light.
Come on.
You don't need that
I'm a cautious girl.
Neck!
Wake up, you drunk fuck!
BREACHER: You got right. Move.
CAROLINE: Clear.
BREACHER: Clear.
(CLATTERS)
CAROLINE: Sorry.
BREACHER: (WHISPERS) Let me clear this.
BREACHER: Move.
CAROLINE: Clear. BREACHER: Okay.
BREACHER: Where the fuck is he?
CAROLINE: Oh, fuck!
(GASPS)
Would you help me up, please?
Can you help me up, please?
Thank you very much.
Well, we found him.
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
You smoke?
Only when I find my witnesses nailed to the ceiling.
Right. I'm gonna leave.
No, you're not. You're not fucking leaving!
You're in this now.
What are you talking about?
I'm a Fed.
See you.
(WHISPERS) You're an asshole.
FIREFIGHTER: All right, let's cut him down.
From a preliminary investigation, I have a cause of death.
Massive hemothorax.
From a right ventricular stab wound.
This, where my finger is... Uh-huh.
That's how far the knife went inside his chest.
CAROLINE: Okay. CORONER: And they gutted him like a pig.
Hey, Doc, this guy's a trained guy.
Who could walk up on a trained guy like that?
Somebody that had better skills than he had.
He knew exactly where he was stabbing.
Boo-yah! Got some hairs. Not the victim's.
Show me. Right here.
And here's some more. Here.
Can you bag those? Sure.
I'll take them to the lab myself.
Okay. -
Thanks, guys. CORONER: Sure.
Thanks. ASSISTANT: You got it.
You know, in Northern Ireland, the IRA nailed snitches to the kitchen floor.
How do you know shit like that?
Some research I was doing.
Okay, so you put out a BOLO for Lucky Charms guy. (LAUGHS)
Hey, take a criminalist and sweep the RV's cab.
For what? What am I looking for?
Linkage.
(ENGINE STARTS)
They're dead and we're not. What are we doing?
We D-up and present a hard target.
Like taking showers with full body armor.
Well, we need fucking intel.
Who'd they send up? Well, who do you think, sweetheart?
Check the board!
Could be Soto! Could be fucking Romero!
It could be fucking... They could be...
(STAMMERING) They may be... Fucking...
Any of this a surprise to you?
Just let it go, huh?
Surprise to you, Sugar?
I don't really know what you're talking about.
Guess I'm the only one with any fucking balls here.
It's the goddamn money.
MONSTER: Just let it go, all right? No!
We had to go fingering the devil's pussy.
It's an occupational hazard when you fight the cartels.
Oh, really?
You see any other Feds getting smoked?
It could happen to anyone. Bullshit!
You believe that, chief?
Or is that just some shit you're spitting in case this place is bugged?
Always assume that someone is listening.
So shut the fuck up.
I ain't gonna fight you, boss.
Where the fuck are you going?
Out.
I'm bored.
You're not going out.
It's not safe.
They're hunting us.
I can take care of myself.
Give me that fucking... No!
Give that back to me. Give that back to me! Monster!
What's this, huh?
Is this chewing gum?
Huh? Yeah.
What the fuck you need this for?
What the fuck do you need this for?
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
Get out of my way. No, Lizzy.
(LIZZY LAUGHS)
It's the stripper.
CAROLINE: Can we talk inside?
LIZZY: What the fuck do you want?
Just some background information on your unit.
So I can develop some suspects.
You know what we do, right?
This special operations team?
Well, to be honest, I have no idea.
Why don't you tell me?
We covertly
penetrate
drug organizations.
I guess that would make you some enemies, huh?
Any one come to mind? (BOTH LAUGH)
Any particular guy
that might nail Special Agent Jordan to a ceiling?
Are you really this stupid? (LAUGHS)
Ma'am, I'm not your friend,
and I'm not your colleague.
So don't bully me.
Or I'll slap you
with a 48-hour jail hold.
And by the looks of things,
you can't hack a day without your favorite controlled substance.
So let's keep it nice, shall we?
And yes' assume I'm stupid.
Paint me a picture.
Please.
I took these in Juarez.
They're friends of mine.
And this is what the Rios-Garza cartel does
to indicate that you've pissed them off.
Sweetheart, you're so in over your fucking head.
You need more than a Glock and sensible shoes.
MONSTER: Walk away.
I'll show myself out. Thank you for your time.
It's our pleasure.
LAB TECHNICIAN: We're gonna have to each get two jobs
just to put him through school.
CAROLINE: Have you considered prostitution?
Hey, what's up? More black hairs.
And look.
A beautiful thumbprint we got off the steering column of the RV.
It's not the vic's. Boo-yeah! Linkage.
You just said "boo-yeah."
That's my thing. Don't jack my thing.
I heard the lab tech say it. (LAUGHS)
I didn't hear it.
Bullshit, you heard it.
Well, if she said it, she got it from me.
Due to the staging of Special Agent Jordan's body,
we believe there's a connection to the Rios-Garza cartel.
DTO. Rios-Garza Drug Trafficking Organization.
We don't use the term "cartel."
Thank you, sir.
It seems that Special Agent Roberts' death
was not an accident.
We have recovered physical evidence linking the two crime scenes.
I would like to have a copy of those files,
if you could make those available for me.
Yes' sir. Today, would that be all right?
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Investigator Brentwood, what exactly do you want from us?
Well, learning about the victims helps me find the suspects.
Maybe these murders are blowback from cases they worked on.
You want access to DEA case files?
It would help.
Are you asking for investigatory support or access to our records?
Both.
Look' maybe there's someone
I can liaise with, someone who...
Investigator Brentwood,
your agency needs to draft a formal letter requesting assistance.
Any documents you want access to will need to be specifically cited.
Specifically cited. What information do you need?
Incident report numbers. File numbers.
Right.
And how are we going to know those numbers
if we don't know those numbers?
If you don't know really what you want,
what are you doing here?
Two murders of DEA agents
have happened on my watch.
And it's my job to investigate them,
and I'm asking for your help.
Just have the chief fire off a letter, and we'll see what we can do.
Thank you for coming in.
CAROLINE: Have a nice day, y'all.
Fucking US Attorney and their own general counsel?
These guys are scared.
Hey. You're Brentwood, you're Jackson, right?
BOTH: Yeah.
You working the agent nailed to the ceiling?
What do you know about that?
The DEA is a dysfunctional family, all right?
No one's going to talk family business with you.
Who are you? Got a card?
Ask yourself why it happened.
Everything happens for a reason. Think about that.
Stop leaving your shit on my seat.
That's not mine.
It's not some porn you're hiding from your wife?
(SCOFFS)
That's not mine.
It's not mine.
STAN: You're out here saving these adrenaline junkies
that mean absolutely nothing to this department.
BREACHER: I would take a bullet for those guys.
Hmm. You'd take a bullet.
Would you take 10 million bucks?
Would you take $10 million?
Where's the money?
Don't fucking scream at me!
Where's the money? You dumb fuck, you!
Look at you!
With your fucking 48% body fat.
And, you, scrawny lime bastard!
Fuck you guys! LOU: Go to the gym, John.
Fucking liar. Fucking liar!
He's a fucking liar.
What? Caroline, where you going?
(KNOCKING)
Why the fuck didn't you tell me
you were under investigation for stealing from the Rios-Garza cartel?
Get in.
I need a drink.
I need you to be straight with me, John.
No, you be straight with me.
Why do I have to find out through the grapevine
that you linked the deaths of my people?
They're linked, I'm sorry. My turn.
Did you steal the money?
No.
And fuck you for asking. Don't be such a girl.
Your agency thinks you did. So does the Rios-Garza cartel.
Why do you think they're killing your guys?
Spend enough time on the job, the job bites back.
That's bullshit.
You going somewhere?
One of my guys quit the team. He's off the grid.
I gotta warn him.
Okay, grab your stuff and I'll drive.
They're going to continue to fucking kill people,
and kill fucking innocent people
and women and children in Mexico and the United States
unless you have guys like me! LOU: Son!
That's a fact. Son!
Motherfucker, I quit.
Last fall, an 8-year-old girl vanished from her bed.
No leads.
Only her daddy's bullshit about hearing black voices.
And he's a drinker. Joins AA the week after she disappears.
He profiles' too.
Domestic abuser, all that.
And I can't find enough
for the DA to file.
Do you see where this is going?
Just because you're not in jail doesn't mean you didn't do ii.
You're awesome on a road trip,
you know that?
Yeah, I've heard that before.
BREACH ER: That's it, right there.
It's beautiful.
Watch out for booby traps.
CAROLINE: Bullshit.
BREACHER: I'm serious.
This could take your leg right off.
Here's the trip wire.
Why is he so paranoid?
Maybe he doesn't want to get nailed to a ceiling.
Tripod!
McNeely?
It's John!
There's something off.
(SCREAMS)
Fuck.
Unit 2150.
Send me two units and an ME to my location.
AK brass.
The guy hit the trip wire.
Right there.
Looks like he bled out.
Here, hold this.
CAROLINE: What's that?
BREACHER: They' re world-class assholes.
Give me the weapon. I don't trust you.
Well, you know, it was getting heavy anyway.
(GROANING)
(MEN LAUGHING)
(KNOCKING) Hey! (GASPS)
How you feeling?
I'm sorry
Well, now that you got sucked into our world.
They're Kaibiles.
Kaibiles?
Guatemalan Special Forces.
Okay. -
Rios-Garza Organization loves to use them for high-power hits.
You know, McNeely was a fucking Navy SEAL.
He was 10 times the operator that I'll ever be.
What chance do you think I got?
See, they're the best assassins that money can buy.
Honey, I worked gangs for eight years.
Streets have rules, okay?
You steal money, doesn't matter who you are,
you can be a cop, you could be God,
they will get you.
I came here to help you.
No, you did not. To help you understand.
You came here 'cause you think you're gonna be next.
You came here to steer me, okay?
If you want to help me,
and if you don't want to get nailed to a ceiling
or run over by a train,
you need to break free from your buddies
and tell me something I don't know about John Wharton.
Because I can't read him.
Tell me something I don't know.
Two years ago,
we arrested Edgar Rios in Juarez.
He was an old-school drug lord, ran all their operations.
It was a big deal.
We're handing him over to the Mexicans
when some broad pulls her shit and dumps him.
Cartel didn't want him debriefed by our intel people.
Problem sowed.
(INAUDIBLE)
Bu! they had a bigger problem.
They wanted the man who can get the man that nobody can get.
John gets a call
from the bad guys.
They snatched his wife and kid right out of his house on Lake Lanier.
They're holding them in Juarez.
They make him an often.
"Surrender yourself to the cartel and your family lives."
John's family is everything.
John was married forever.
His son Jacob was his best friend.
Love you, Dad.
(SCREAMING)
They tortured Karen and Jacob to death.
There's video. Evil shit.
No! No! No!
MONSTER: They mailed pieces of them to his home for weeks.
(SCREAMING) Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
MONSTER: So John went down there. Alone.
Hunting the man who killed his wife.
TRIPOD: John, we're coming in!
MONSTER: He didn't find him.
We're here to bring you back home.
This isn't going to bring them back.
TRIPOD: Come on. Let's go home.
MONSTER: John is obsessed with finding his wife's killer.
It's like a cancer in his soul.
Caroline, we lost John when they died.
Go home.
Go home now.
I was just trying to help.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
John.
Wait up. I didn't know about your family. John, I'm sorry, I...
Now you know.
They sent me her face.
I'm sorry.
So this isn't creepy.
Someone else get killed?
I brought a peace offering.
Let me show you something.
Your shooters. They're Guatemalan Special Forces.
They came in through Juarez with stolen visas.
ICE alerted, ran surveillance.
But lost them outside of Atlanta.
Now, you said you had prints.
Yeah. We got one at the RV,
and one outside McNeely's cabin.
But no NCIC hits.
See if these match.
Pretty please.
ICE took them off some beer cans inside their hotel room.
Should I have these?
No.
Then why'd you give them to me?
I don't want anything to happen to you.
Holy shit.
No way.
Don't say a word.
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
What happened to "I'll never date a cop"?
Who said anything about a date?
Evil harlot.
I can't believe you said that.
You dirty, dirty girl.
So I got a present for you.
Check that out.
Oh!
Bad guys.
Dude looks like Mario from Donkey Kong. Mmm-hmm.
Who's the metrosexual with the... You've got...
Prints, records, everything.
Did he leave it on your night stand?
You don't want to know. (SIGHS)
Shit.
Get in the car. You all right? 'Cause you walking funny.
You're just jealous.
Is he a big dude?
Like, is he big?
That's inappropriate.
Was it good? Shut up. Shut up.
Is he ripped, like a six-pack?
Shut up.
Just wondering. 'Cause he's, like, a legend.
You're good to go.
It's a match. (SUCKING TEETH)
Thank you' Tish. Okay, I'm going to write out a warrant-affidavit.
You put out a BOLO, armed and dangerous.
Yeah, and what you gonna tell the judge?
That we got slipped some Secret Squirrel ICE file?
That's exactly what I'm going to tell him.
Once they're in custody, we can get as many print cards as we want.
Doesn't matter how we get there, as long as we get there.
Do we know where they are?
Negative.
So we still got no target?
GRINDER: What the hell are we doing sitting here?
We could be drinking beers, throwing dollars at something naked.
We're standing by.
For what?
Apparently, the boss got that investigator lady working for us now.
Ain't that right, boss?
Is that true?
Hey. Grab a vest.
What's up, partner?
That ICE file your boyfriend gave you had a credit card.
I linked it to a cell phone.
That cell phone is live in an apartment building.
That apartment building, Narco knows about it.
It's a Rios-Garza safe house.
Okay, enough energy drinks, partner.
While you've been saving mankind, I drafted an affidavit.
I sent it to the clerk, judge signed it.
You'll be needing that
Okay. Yes, you're right. I need that.
You're right. I'm sorry. I was excited.
Try and arrest him without it, huh'?
I got excited about it, but we gotta go kick some doors, baby.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Multi-level residential. Four units.
Brick and masonry. Fortified with barred windows.
Steel security doors. You got an iron fence around three sides.
All right, what's the plan, boss?
BREACHER: (OVER RADIO) We blue angel up the back.
Single point dynamic entry. Explosive breach.
We don't know what unit they're in,
so we clear the whole structure.
All right, let's smoke these motherfuckers and get us some dinner then.
Two mikes out.
SUGAR: Two out, copy.
We're at the rail road tracks.
Here we go, stand by.
LIZZY: Roger that.
We're not here to make arrests, right?
BREACHER: Breach!
They killed two federal agents already. They're not fucking around!
No matter what, we all go home tonight at the end of this mission.
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(GUN CLICKING)
You know what you're doing with that thing?
I was in the Army.
It's the wrong way up. It's not the wrong way up.
You got to rack it all the way back.
Come on.
I know how to rack a gun.
MONSTER: Heading right.
BREACHER: Keep your hands up. Let me see your hands.
Stay right there. (BABY CRYING)
GRINDER: Stay on the bed, kid.
Shitty closet!
Clear!
GRINDER: Clear! Good! Let's go!
MONSTER: Ready to go! (WOMAN SHUSHING)
BREACH ER: Don't stop!
GRINDER: Going left! LIZZY: Right!
GRINDER: Got your back.
SUGAR: Got a bathroom! Clear!
All clear! Clear.
We're all set, boss! BREACHER: Keep moving!
LIZZY: Stay tight!
GRINDER: One on the couch! LIZZY: I got left.
Put your hands up! MONSTER: Going left, boss!
SUGAR: Closet, clear! BREACHER: Let me see your hands!
Anyone else in here?
SUGAR: Coming around.
Anyone else in here? Just my kids.
Kids in the back!
LIZZY: There are kids. SUGAR: Door!
LIZZY: Stay right where you are!
BREACHER: Just keep them up.
GRINDER: I got high. Get low!
BREACHER: Don't move. LIZZY: Clear.
GRINDER: Checking for mice.
Clear!
We're clear!
Moving.
Just stay on the bed.
Stay on the bed.
SUGAR: We're clear! BREACHER: Keep moving.
BREACHER: Stack up!
Okay. Ready?
Yup. Door.
SUGAR: You get him! Go, go, go. Let's roll.
Okay, move it!
Fuck!
MONSTER: We're tight, pop it!
LIZZY: Asshole down!
We're clear!
LIZZY: Fuck!
BREACHER: Go! Go! Go!
LIZZY: Target down. Move! Move! Move!
Clear!
LIZZY: Clear!
Sugar, let's go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Cálmate! Easy! Easy!
(SCREAMS)
LIZZY: Good kill, baby. MONSTER: Come on!
I got the hostage. Clear!
Going right!
Clear! LIZZY: Clear!
We're clear! SUGAR: Clear!
Good fucking gunfight! God damn!
Hello. SUGAR: Hey, boss!
You might want to get in here!
What?
LIZZY: Ta-da!
You got your kit, babe?
MONSTER: Right, we're secure. I'm gonna ID these guys.
So which asshole are you?
Lizzy, don't fucking do that!
(LAUGHS) Liquid meth! Hell yeah!
GRINDER: You're one fucked up bitch! (LAUGHS)
Yeah, it's meth.
LIZZY: This is one for the books.
MONSTER: Breach.
It's not them.
GRINDER: It's not the Kaibiles! LIZZY: What do you mean?
What are you talking about?
You mean we killed six motherfuckers and it ain't them?
Well, check again!
Okay. -
No! Still not them!
Dead man walking! Fuck me!
Fucking shit.
(SIRENS WAILING)
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Stay tight. Behind you, brother.
All right, it's clear.
Get EMS in here.
There's a lot of bodies.
What the fuck are you doing here?
It's my job.
You used me.
SWAT TEAM LEAD: Breacher, God damn it!
What the fuck is going on here?
Clean up, aisle three. (LAUGHS)
God almighty!
What's wrong? Son of a bitch is snagged!
Gimme a knife. I'm gonna cut the son of a bitch.
The hell you are. That's a new anchor.
Damn, it is heavy, though. Yeah, it is!
All right, keep pulling.
What the hell?
Jesus Christ! Stay back, son!
Turn around. Don't look.
CAROLINE: How'd they die?
DOCTOR: Looks like a gun fight.
Can you give me race and sex?
Male Hispanics, all three.
CAROLINE: Why the chicken wire?
As their bodies bloat, the wire cuts them, releasing the decomp gas.
They never float to the surface.
JACKSON: Yeah, great tip. I gotta remember that one.
Okay, how long they been dead?
A week. You sure?
A what? At least a week.
If it's the guys that we think...
They've been dead more than a week... Wait, are these the...
The military guys from the cartel? Yeah.
You think this is them? The Guatemalans.
I think it's them.
He said they've been dead for a week.
It can't be the Guatemalans.
CAROLINE: That's why we need to find these tattoos.
The guy at the cabin had a tattoo on his left shoulder.
And if we have a match, then they're part of the same gang, right?
The killers are the victims?
It just can't be that, Caroline.
CAROLINE: Tattoo, left shoulder. Have we got anything?
Ah, nice!
We got it. Darius, come see this.
This is our guy.
JACKSON: That's it'? Mmm-hmm.
Who the hell killed them?
Nice.
DOCTOR: Here we go.
CAROLINE: What you got?
Thumb's missing.
Right here. Right.
Okay, so that explains how we got thumbprints in Roberts' RV, huh?
JACKSON: Looks like we're working late.
Look, if they've been dead a week already, right?
They sure as hell didn't nail Jordan to that ceiling.
Or drive Roberts over the train tracks.
CAROLINE: The Guatemalans killed Tripod McNeely, okay?
Then somebody kills them, uses them for cover.
Come on, Darius, think about it.
Who killed the cartel hit men,
sprinkles their DNA over two separate crime scenes,
wants us to think they're alive'? Who do we like for this?
Everybody! We like everybody for this one!
KAREN: {on TAPE) John, please! John!
BRUJO: Tell John to come for you! John! Please, John!
Tell him come for you! John!
Come find me! John!
Please!
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
Oh' no!
We had a good time, didn't we'!?
(GROANS)
(KAREN BREATHING HEAVILY)
1 love you, John!
(GUNSHOT)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(CONTINUES VIBRATING)
Who the fuck is hunting us?
LIZZY: Who do you think, Breach?
It's one of us.
It's you!
Or it's Grinder!
Or Sugar! Or my dear loving husband!
Is it you, bitch?
LIZZY: No, I keep track of the people I whack.
Neck and Pyro ain't on the list.
See, I think that she's right!
I think she's fucking right. Nailed it.
So which fucker is ii, huh?
Fucking crazy! I mean, why?
You know why, Breach. It was the fucking money.
SUGAR: Amen.
'Cause some of us are getting paid,
and the rest of us are just getting dead.
Oh, bullshit!
Keep your hands where we can see them.
This has been fun, but I'm out of here.
I see any of your fucking faces and I'll kill you!
Ammo's cheap. My life ain't!
It's over.
LIZZY: Where'd you bury it, Grinder? (MOTORCYCLE REVS)
BREACHER: Now we fall apart?
We scatter to the wind?
LIZZY: Yeah, I like that idea.
Honey.
Yes, sweetheart?
I've been fucking Sugar.
SUGAR: What the fuck are you doing?
That's not what we talked about!
Look, man.
Look, it is what it is, dude.
What do you want me to say? You want me to say I'm sorry?
Is it gonna make it any better?
You fucker! I'm going to kill you!
Monster! No!
I thought you were my fucking friend!
Boss, I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna fucking kill him!
Get the fuck out of here!
Why the fuck would you do that shit?
Get the fuck out of here!
Fucking have a nice life, you fucking cunt!
You deserve each other!
I warned you.
We fucked up.
We fucked up, didn't we?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION ON RADIO)
What do you want?
Can we talk?
We stole the money.
It was Breacher's idea.
We thought it would make him happy.
It was $10 million in cash.
Went back for it that night,
but when we got there, it was gone.
DEA, they wanted to throw us in a hole
and throw away the hole.
Crawled up our asses with a microscope for six months.
Nobody broke.
So who has the money?
It's Lizzy.
Or Monster or Sugar.
I don't know.
She's playing one against the other.
What do you want to do?
Fuck them all. Let them hang.
After I lost my family,
I asked myself what was I fighting for.
The answer was simple.
My team.
I wanted them to get something out of all of this.
But instead,
I destroyed them.
Agent Phillips is going to the DEA.
I'm not telling you it's gonna be okay.
Because it's not.
Not for you.
(MOTORCYCLE APPROACHES)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hey, John. Hey.
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize.
I would have stepped up if you didn't.
You're doing the right thing.
I ride this ship down.
I ride it down.
But you,
you could still have a life after this.
Doing what, John?
Where?
This is all I do.
And it's over.
We can protect you.
(GUNSHOT) (CUSTOMERS SCREAMING)
Get down!
BREACH ER: Stay down.
(GUNSHOT)
Tell me again.
We were up the block, heard gunfire.
We made contact with a female DEA agent.
Female DEA agent?
She left in a vehicle with a black male.
JACKSON: A DEA agent. You heard gunfire!
Sir, she badged us. She was legit.
JACKSON: She left.
Is this the woman you saw?
Yeah. That's her.
You said "black male"?
Yes, sir. A red vehicle.
Sugar That's your guy, too?
BREACHER: Clear.
What's all this?
She's bailing.
She'll never make it. Every cop in Georgia's looking for her.
She won't get far.
Yes, she will.
MONSTER: Do you think that he loves you?
What do you think the plan is? To just go run off and make babies?
Well, you're gonna be needing this.
Just give me my shit
and quit fucking around.
Don't do it! Monster!
(GARBAGE DISPOSAL WHIRRING)
Fuck you!
(WHEEZING)
Oh, fuck.
Baby, I'm sorry!
(GROANING)
(SCREAMS)
Baby. Oh, God.
Lay down.
I'm sorry, Monster. I'm sorry.
(SHUSHING)
(GASPS)
Oh, Jesus!
Jesus!
I'm going to kill her.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Yeah?
LIZZY: Hey. I fucked up.
I didn't mean for this to happen. I don't know what to do.
Where are you? Midtown.
Are you alone? Yeah, I'm alone'
Who would I be with?
Can I see you? Meet me inside the parking structure on 4th.
Thanks, Breach. Hi see you soon.
That motherfucker!
Parking garage?
Mmm.
This ain't his first rodeo.
Since he wants to be a hero,
let's give him somebody to save.
Federal agent! Get out of the fucking car! Did you hear me?
Open the fucking door! Open the fucking door!
LIZZY: Get out of the fucking car!
There she is. Get down.
(GROANS)
He's down! He's down!
Who the fuck is that in the car?
Shit! (CAR ALARM BLARING)
It's that bitch!
BREACHER: Go, go, go!
(HORN HONKING)
Hold your ass, sweetie! Here we go!
Jesus Christ!
Take the vest!
Put it on the dash and stay down!
Fuck me!
Lizzy, handle that motherfucker!
(SCREAMS)
Oh, fuck!
Oh, baby, l fucked that bitch up!
Jesus Christ!
Fuck!
Get the fuck out of the way!
LIZZY: We lost them, Sug!
Oh, shit.
We're gonna make it, baby. We're gonna make it!
Fuck, he's still coming!
(SCREAMS)
Let's give him a 180!
Shit!
BREACHER: Turn around! Turn around!
CAROLINE: I can't make it!
SUGAR: Baby,
kill that motherfucker!
Fuck!
Shoot the fucking engine!
Fucking die!
Watch out!
LIZZY: Now, get us the fuck out of here!
Fuck!
I got no eyes!
I can't see shit!
(SCREAMING)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
(SCREAMING)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(GASPING)
CAROLINE: Drop the weapon, Lizzy!
(LIZZY GASPING)
(GROANS)
Okay. Okay.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Hey, Breach.
BREACHER: You killed my team.
Why, Lizzy'? Why?
Because they stole my money! Huh!
They fucking robbed me!
After everything I put up with!
It was my money and they took it, and l couldn't find it!
I said, "Fuck them."
(LAUGHS)
I took the money. I took it.
You took the money?
What does that mean?
Why?
Mexico.
This is about fucking Mexico?
Your family is never coming home!
What is she talking about?
And nothing you do
will ever change that!
You hear me?
What the fuck was that'?
(SIRENS APPROACHING)
(BRAKES SQUEAL)
Just be a good girl and walk away.
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Hey! Hey!
(SOBBING) What the fuck...
I can't.
Pull it together. You okay? CAROLINE: Yeah.
Okay, you hurt? Anything'? No, I'm okay.
All right, just take it easy.
Where's Breacher? He's right there.
Where the fuck is he? He was right there.
We've got three vics.
We've got to find him.
JACKSON: Shit!
Find Breacher!
OFFICER 1: You heard her, spread out!
Check the truck! OFFICER 2: On it. On it.
No! Nothing!
I don't see him. I don't see him.
What the fuck happened, Caroline?
What the fuck did you do?
(BREACH ER SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHS)
(WOMEN CHEERING)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(BOTH SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SNIFFS)
Mmm. (DOOR OPENS)
(MOANS)
(WOMAN LAUGHS) (BRUJO SPEAKING SPANISH)
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
(GROANING)
(SNIFFS)
You're mine.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
BRUJO: Your wife.
I was the last to have her.
You can't take that back.
I can take your family.
But I'm not like you.
(WOMAN WAILING)
(CRYING)
(GRENADE EXPLODES)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(GROANS)
(SHOUTS)
(SCREAMS)
(BODY THUDS)
(WOMEN SOBBING)