electronic music playing
suspenseful music playing
guns cocking
typing
Cops. They're all corrupt. Subs/Sync: PTNK
They set me up, threatened me, forced me to testify.
I had no choice.
Could we talk this out, huh? On the ground?
We're not here to talk, Sugar.
- gasps - whimpers
God. Come on, man. She's clean.
She doesn't rate this shit.
You know what else she doesn't rate?
Her boyfriend in witness protection who comes back for a quick taste.
That's on you.
Time to split.
- whirring - No, no, no. No. No.
No.
- woman whimpering - gunshot
- grunts - thug 1 What the fuck?
thug 2 Move back.
police over megaphone Police. Weapons down. Hands up.
thug 1 Where?
police Put your weapons on the ground, hands up.
- thug 2 Over there. - gunshot
multiple guns firing
police Weapons down.
police Cease fire. Cease fire. We're coming in. Hands up.
- gun firing - groans
thug 2 He's over there!
thug 1 Fuck you! Motherfucker!
thug 2 Fuck!
thug 3 Get him!
thug 2 There's just one!
men shouting indistinctly
man 1 Reload!
gun cocking
breathing heavily
I'm innocent, man.
both groaning
Come on.
blood gushing
groans
Damn, bro. Thank you.
Shut up.
You blew your cover.
You risked her life and the lives of my deputies assigned to protect you.
I know, bro. I'm so, so sorry.
Baby, I'm so, so sorry.
Fuck you!
Go to hell!
So now you're special.
Special?
- Oh, my Jesus! No, bro, please. - No.
I'll do anything you say, straight up, bro. I promise.
I'm not your bro.
Wait. Just tell me what you want me to do.
Sir, I'll do anything.
I want you to die.
- gunshot - girl cries
gasping
laughing
Thank you. Thank you.
- Thank you. - Congratulations.
You've just been erased.
camera shutter clicking
humming
exhales loudly
What the fuck is that?
You're supposed to look like my hot young wife,
not some middle-aged banker.
Yes, Kosta.
Our biggest potential investors are going to be here.
We need their money to make ours look legit.
So if they talk to you, smile.
If they make a joke, laugh.
And if one of them flirts with you,
you bring him in here,
you bend over the sink and you make him see the stars.
Understand?
kisses
Stay calm, Mrs. Kimura.
We're right here with you, Rina.
No, you're not.
exhales
groaning
Hey.
Who you burying tonight, bruh, huh?
Ugh, I tend to my flock, you tend to yours.
Isn't that what you taught me?
Did I, Mace?
- I can't remember. - gloves banging
Re-educate a brother.
You're a good cop.
grunts
Maybe one of the best we have.
Maybe.
Had a good commander.
both grunting
No, you had a great Commander.
Enjoy the ride while it lasts.
Program's on the chopping block.
Don't mess with me.
punching
Open your eyes, now.
We're the bad guys. Unfundable.
Thugs who move in the shadows, guzzling tax dollars,
protecting people who aren't exactly model citizens.
It's our duty to protect those people.
We're dinosaurs staring into the eyes of a comet.
Pretty soon, we have to erase ourselves.
Say the word, old man. I can make that happen.
grunting and groaning
Easy. I'm just the messenger, baby.
Huh?
instrumental music playing
- Kosta. - Marco.
Check it out.
So big, so green.
They love that.
The council are very excited.
- You spoke to them? - I did.
footsteps approaching
About time.
Get to work.
You look beautiful.
I was told I had to be.
It's a big event.
But you look so calm, Marco.
- whispering I'm a good faker. - Mmm.
Well, we both are.
What?
Come, princess.
Rina, this is Mr. Winks.
He's a great new friend of ours.
You have superb taste, Kosta.
She'll babysit you while I do my song and dance.
- Thank you. - Have fun.
indistinct chattering
Kosta May I have your attention, please?
Welcome, friends.
Kosta You beautiful people, gather around...
whispering Excuse me. I'll be right back.
Kosta ...and bear witness to something amazing.
This project represents the future.
Kosta The one we've been working towards for years.
- Our future. - crowd Our future.
Just grabbing something for Mr. Kimura.
thrilling instrumental music playing
Dowd Okay, get a move on.
You don't have much time.
- door opens - digital beeping
safe unlocks
beeping
Good. Quickly now.
Got it. I'm moving as fast as I... oh, shit.
Rina Ugh! The necklace just fell.
The camera. We can't see anything.
Rina I dropped it. Hold on, I'm looking for it.
I can't seem to find it.
Forget it. There's no time.
- Rina Moving as fast as I can, guys. - unlocking
Moving as fast as I can.
unlocking
Dunn What was that?
Mrs. Kimura?
Dowd Mrs. Kimura?
Are you okay? What's happening?
It's done. Go. Finish up and get out.
I got it.
Yep. Leaving right now.
Where's my wife?
jingling
door opens
You left that whale alone.
I got nervous.
Yeah, what are you doing in here?
Hmm?
My safe!
gun cocking
I'm leaving you, Kosta.
The FBI has all your files on your drive.
You are going to prison.
No, don't engage him.
I'm going free.
Dowd Go to the front now!
We'll pick you up. Let's go!
Rina gasps
FBI?
Don't you get it?
My people own their people.
Now you, on the other hand, you have nothing. Nobody.
And you're not going anywhere.
clicks
You bitch.
- Kosta grunts - crashes
- Kosta Huh? - Rina groaning
Now, you listen to me you little...
both grunt
- Kosta crashes - people screaming
Marco, he was drunk. He fell.
Marco Nobody leaves.
Wait. Where are you going?
Rina I just need some air.
gasps
I'll take care of this, but you can't go anywhere.
distant tires screeching
You're always so kind, Marco.
Forgive me.
FBI.
- Put down the gun! - Marco Rina.
- Get in, Mrs. Kimura. Move. - Marco Get back here!
Dowd Go!
Rina!
- We made a deal - Before she killed Kosta Kimura.
And starred in that shit show.
We need a guarantee that your client will show up and testify at trial.
Otherwise, no deal.
Mrs. Kimura delivered everything you asked for.
You need to wrap this up.
Give her the passport you promised and send us on our way.
I want you to meet Deputy Pollard.
Hell no. Pollard?
She's not going into any witness program.
Mrs. Kimura,
I'm here to offer you federal protection at a safe location until the trial.
You're playing us.
sighs This is why nobody trusts you people.
You don't need to trust us, ma'am. You just need to stay alive.
And live like some kind of prisoner.
That's up to you.
- You people are all the same. - Yeah.
We're done here.
Mrs. Kimura.
I know you're afraid.
But you like walking, right?
- Is he for real? - scoffing Yeah.
Are you threatening me?
You don't take our offer and I can tell you from experience,
what you take for granted now, will become an exercise in running,
hiding.
Wondering what's around every corner
until what's around the corner kills you.
But you can save me, right?
I can help you stay alive.
And make it to trial?
That's all you really care about, isn't it?
- Mrs. Kimura... - I have plans, Deputy.
And they don't include another man who knows what's best for me.
Nice to have met you, Mrs. Kimura.
Great to see you too, Vanessa.
- eerie music playing - rain pattering
I've shamed the organization. I know what must be done.
She played us both, Kosta.
Now we play her.
Ugh.
Gap.
Royal.
Express.
Venue.
breath trembling Hello.
Vanessa?
It's necessary for now.
You've been waiting for this day, Rina.
Don't let some Fed bully spoil it for you.
To freedom?
- To freedom. - glasses clinking
bag thuds
Pollard.
Inside.
- They're coming. - Miss Kimura, do as he says. Go.
Mason U.S. Marshal. Inform your team.
Marshals are here. We're coming in.
Coming in, kill the lights.
- Go. - Positions, now!
Lock the gate. Let's move it!
- Lock the door behind you. Stay down. - door locks
explosion
He's here!
Damn it!
bomb hissing
man 4 Smoke bomb!
guns firing
alarm blaring
No. No!
grunting
- Vanessa gasps - gun fires
- Vanessa screaming - glass crashing
crying
suspenseful music playing
whimpering
both grunting
The cold wallet, Rina. Where is it?
Marco?
grunting
glass crashing
intense music playing
Rina screaming
Remember this.
You!
I need your clothes. Everything you have on you.
What? Why?
They'll be back. Change, now.
I need you to move faster, ma'am.
Give me your dress, now.
I need you to hurry up.
The guys inside weren't on their own. Come on.
Quicker.
Sixty seconds. Come on, faster.
- Come on. Come on. Come on. - I'm going!
siren approaching
- I don't know what you're doing. - Shoes.
Fuck this!
Hey, where you gonna go?
Let me go!
Stop.
Don't move.
grunting
- screaming Pollard, behind you! - gunshots
body crashes
car alarms blaring
Congratulations, you've just been erased.
That poor woman, her body...
Did you...
dig her up or...
What?
She'll match your height, your weight,
your DNA, your prints, your dental records.
I took care of it.
Her face was disfigured from the sulfuric acid they used
- to assault and torture you. - Is this some kind of joke?
- I almost died. - You did die.
That's the point.
That's what the world is going to think until you testify.
It's not very efficient, but it was your choice.
That was our deal.
"Rachel?"
I'm not a Rachel. I told you, no witness protection.
Okay.
Lean forward.
Rina grunts
Go, stay...
Whatever. We don't give you another chance.
- We? - My bosses.
The American people, the people who need your help.
I've just been erased by Captain Fucking America.
Listen,
you testify, and I swear I'll do my best to keep you safe,
- but we do it... - My way or the highway?
Got it.
I need a minute... please.
One minute.
door opens
door slams
sighs
metal clangs
door opens
- door closes - Mrs. Kimura...
Rachel.
Call me Rachel.
Rina Where are you taking me?
Mason A place for special cases like yours.
So far out of bounds, you can breathe.
thrilling music playing
Paradise or prison, it's your choice.
- keys jingling - Welcome to Cape Town.
Mason Go ahead.
Make yourself at home.
door locks
Go and stand by the green.
objects clatter
Turn around slowly.
Why?
We use your own biometrics to fool recognition software.
It's like a digital poison pill.
Any camera anywhere in the world recognizes your face,
our backdoor bot scrambles it.
Bye, Big Brother.
Who made this?
Big Brother.
Mason There's cash in there. Rands.
Enough to go shopping. Get you started.
You're also going to get an allowance from us.
You're my warden and my daddy.
Take a selfie.
camera shutter clicks
- computer trilling - typing
- Whoa! - Yeah.
This is too weird.
I mean, it's me, but...
it's not me.
Stay off Rina Kimura's social media.
No texting, no contacting anyone from your old life.
Don't even check it.
Ever.
Rina Kimura is dead.
female anchor Let's take you to Action News 6 reporter Sean...
Rina Kimura is no longer a concern.
The cold wallet is missing. It will be recovered.
Who helped her?
Where is it?
dog barks distantly
phone vibrating
Rina Morning.
Feed the prisoner.
Plus, it's as far away as we can get you from the Syndicate in L.A.
Quite the eater, Pollard.
How often do you get back here?
Well, the Cape Malay cuisine can't be beat.
More hot sauce?
Rachel?
Try the bobotie, it's good.
I really wish you'd let me keep that passport.
It'd mean a lot to me.
When this is all over, what are you going to do?
Rina sighs
Actually,
I do have a plan.
It's goofy, you'll laugh.
Well, you won't, but most humans might.
Financial planning.
You know, in my opinion, key to having true freedom in life...
is financial planning.
Making sure you're never in debt to anyone.
I'm gonna go to school.
I am gonna get a degree in finance.
And I'm gonna help people...
like me.
Hey.
Relax, just going to the bathroom...
Dad.
Everything okay?
Yeah, just...
waiting.
sighs
phone vibrating
exhales loudly
Marshal Rhodes.
There's been a breach.
Are any of my witnesses compromised?
Unclear. There's a team headed your way now.
Marshal Rhodes You know the drill.
Understood.
Mace.
Welcome to Cape Town.
Paradise or prison. Isn't that your schtick, bruh?
- Oltcheck. - Mason.
You believe this shit?
Since we started this program, never been anything
but happily ever after... until now.
NSA swept up some chatter yesterday.
Encrypted calls between the Syndicate Council.
They know your witness isn't dead, Mason.
I covered every base.
Every move. This is your car.
If it makes you feel any better, mine may have exposure, too.
Is she okay?
I think so. I mean, even Marshal Rhodes doesn't know where I stashed her.
I heard she's a handful.
Maybe she broke cover, dropped a clue. Who knows?
You trust her?
You taught me better than that, Paul.
Our orders are to move everyone in the program.
Re-erase them.
I need time to figure this out.
Your witness, your call.
Mine, I'm extracting out.
We could use a shooter and looter like you, Mason.
Unless you're going straight for your witness.
I got your backs.
It's good to see you, bro.
Now, this gonna be live.
intense music playing
car doors closing
- Felicia, how are you, gorgeous? - Hey, Paul.
- Mason, welcome back. - Thanks.
Deputy Oltcheck, meet Felicia.
Galloway. Strategic Surveillance Unit.
Our local badge in case things get hot.
She's got great assets.
- Don't be a pig, Whitlock. - All right.
We're plucking out one of your witnesses, huh?
I can't tell you who she is or what she did,
but I'd give my left nut to protect her.
Let's roll.
Interesting choice, Paul.
Planting your witness in this shithole.
This shithole is directly tied to the history of apartheid.
scoffing A fancy word for what happens when people get scared.
Scared enough to mobilize whole governments and laws
to push black and brown people out of cities.
Deprive them of access to the best jobs,
electricity and running water and worse...
pit them against each other.
Yeah, so why don't they just go?
Or buy the land, like everyone else?
The game's rigged. Why buy into a system that's intent on destroying you?
The rules are set up for you to fail, you do what?
Change the rules of engagement, my brother.
You got me shouting in this bitch.
Must've been a trip, Mason, serving with this legend.
More like an honor.
So you dropped your witness here because you knew no one would find her?
cell phone ringing
Paul?
She's not answering.
- Nobody comes or goes. - Galloway Got it.
dog barking
thrilling music playing
That's not cupcakes.
Never said she was a saint.
Dagga grow.
- Marijuana. - Oltcheck, take the back.
How many doors have we been through just like this, Mason?
Too many.
Patricia. Police, open up.
metal clanging
- Clear. - Left clear.
door creaks open
Boyfriend.
plastic shuffling
- gunshot - body thuds
exhales
- Mason Psst! - groans
grunting
Patricia whimpering
- You're early. - You're late.
Patricia whimpers
breathing heavily
He can't hurt you.
He can't hurt you anymore.
It's okay.
- I got you. - gunshot
both grunting
gunshot
breath trembling
She's been hit. She needs an ambulance. Go, Felicia.
Go.
Patricia breathing raggedly
both grunting
Mason Paul.
We lost her.
Why send five men to kill her?
Her or us?
Whitlock They weren't dealers, Mace.
These men were pros.
It was a setup, a trap.
Oltcheck Hey, Pollard.
Isn't she one of yours?
Call Rina Kimura, Pollard, now.
I have to live-contact her. That's our arrangement.
Where is she?
Downtown.
Okay. Let's go grab her.
What you doing?
Just informing Marshal Rhodes we're extracting my witness.
phone vibrating
metal clangs
Okay.
27 Gratz Road.
That's good work back there.
You okay?
Yeah, you?
I'm tripping.
Something I've to talk to you about.
It's important.
Come on.
Yeah.
You forgot the one most important thing I taught you, Mace.
Never lie to me.
You just texted your witness Rina Kimura 911 to bug out.
I didn't forget.
Why, Paul?
scoffs Let's see.
The public gave up on guys like us, Mace.
So I gave up on them.
laughing You say it enough, it starts to sound like the truth.
It's the money, isn't it?
Now you may not want to admit it, Mace.
But there is a game here.
- You make a play or you get played. - Mason grunts
A common man with uncommon desire to succeed.
Now you sit your save-a-hoe fixated ass court-side,
and you watch me play.
He was on to us. Go ahead.
Aww!
Don't look so heartbroken, sweetheart. I'll make it better.
You burned down the whole program just to flush out one witness?
That bitch stole something on her way out of her gilded cage.
Something the Syndicate will pay a shit ton of money to get back.
After, of course, we bury her for real.
And the only way Rina Kimura gets back into the U.S. is in a body bag.
You son of a bitch.
You told the Syndicate she's still alive.
Come on. She was never going to testify.
You must have had a hunch.
Why protect someone who's using you?
Huh?
Ah!
You like her.
- laughing He caught feelings. - Shut the f...
No, you shut the fuck up, Mace.
You see,
that scares you. You don't know what to do with that.
There's something I can never teach you.
- What's that? - Not to care so damn much.
About the job, your witnesses.
When you erase someone, you start a relationship.
laughing And you're okay as long as you get to play God.
In control.
But making a real relationship work, an equal one...
You see, that never was your jam, was it, Mace?
You ever had one?
- Other than with me, and your abs? - Mason grunts
coughs
Tell me where she is.
We part ways...
and you can go back to playing a hero for escorts and criminals.
Too late, Paul.
You crossed the line.
Mason grunts
There is no line anymore.
I erased it!
Now you tell me where the fuck she is.
He deleted the 911 he sent to Kimura.
- I set a trap and trace. - Atta boy, Mikey.
You know what?
I think I'm going to call him "Mason 2.0."
- Location? - NSA is locked on her cell,
tracking it for us in real-time.
Inform our contact.
How much are they paying you?
Take note, Oltcheck.
He's just trying to distract us as he figures out a way to escape.
Noted.
Finder's fee.
One for the girl, one for the wallet. Get them both.
Beats babysitting scum for peanuts.
You wouldn't be telling me this unless you planned on killing me.
Ding! Ding! That is the plan.
But only once I get the girl, and I'm sure I'm getting paid.
Paul...
you made a deal with the Syndicate.
Make one with me.
laughs
Come on, you can do better than that.
What can you offer me, hmm?
Your life.
This guy...
Oltcheck,
I'll make things right with the locals. Smooth the situation.
You take this one to our vehicle,
if you think you can handle that.
Copy.
- Move. - Paul.
Move.
thrilling music playing
Rina!
grunts
upbeat music playing
panting
breathing heavily
I need to know exactly what happened here, Paul.
What are you talking about? The evidence is on the floor.
Your plan to flush out my witness,
pretty risky, Oltcheck.
Shut up.
What's your cut?
Can't think Paul's gonna let you live to see it.
He chose me for a reason, Pollard.
- You really are stupid, aren't you? - I said shut the fuck up!
You know, you're right about Paul. He is a legend.
The first thing he taught me, improvisation...
Is the art of field work.
rumbling
- gunshots - people screaming
Sounds like some bullshit.
I better go.
You do that.
dog barking
suspenseful music playing
crashing
door opens
gasping
gunshots
Move! Move! Move!
gunshots
Don't fucking move!
gunshot
both grunting
Think you're Whitlock, huh?
You sure about that, Deputy?
- gunshot - groans
No.
- gunshot - groans
metal clangs
Good luck, Deputy.
door creaks open
racy music playing
- Rina groans - steam hissing
Come on, bro.
Paul, he, uh...
I'm sorry.
- On the edge of the world here, Mikey... - gun cocks
you Screw up...
you fall off.
Oltcheck whispering Please.
- Please, Paul. - gunshot
breathing heavily
door opens
Marco screaming Rina!
Give me the cold wallet and I'll spare your life.
screaming For fuck's sake! Rina!
engine roaring
- tires screeching - Stop the car.
Easy, easy. Don't shoot, ese!
Marco Where is she?
Rina?
Come here, little mouse.
She tricked me.
I lost her.
My guy hit us with a mean crossover, too.
The fuck?
speaking Japanese Kon'nichiwal
in English Your men, poachers...
trust them?
Business associates. We go way back.
Had side deals down here for years.
They need investors.
The council will be interested.
It's an easy way to do your laundry.
Marco One thing at a time, Whitlock.
My price just went up.
I want the wallet, too. Payment for the girl.
- That wasn't our deal. - I'm changing it.
This is getting complicated, expensive. Stupid.
I need to talk to my people.
You do that.
How do we find them?
Pollard blocked Rina Kimura's face, her biometrics and his own
from the CCTV network that covers this entire city,
like steam on shit.
But...
You unblocked them, so they could be tracked.
- Yes, sir. - They don't realize it?
Pollard will fetch Kimura, who'll be in a safe house.
After that... in Japanese sayonara.
in English Did I say I was fucking Japanese?
Do I look like I give a fuck?
Whitlock Do we have a deal?
You bet.
Let's go.
- door closes - lighter flicks
exhales
footsteps approaching
Rina breathing heavily
unlocks door
- opens door - gasps
- metal clang - door closes
- screaming and panting Oh, my God! - ostrich booms
Shoo!
Shoo! whimpers
bird growls
Okay. Yeah. This way. This way.
Not this way. Not this way!
whimpering
Back off!
- Go! Get out of here! - Mason Hey. Easy, easy, easy. Hey.
How you doing? You being a pain?
Come on. This way. Come on. Come on. Good girl. Good.
- Rina No. - Come on. Away from her.
Come on. Come on. This way.
Come on. Come on.
So you met Janice, huh? She's just scared.
"She's scared." She's scared?
What happened?
I ran into an old friend.
Me too. Mine nearly killed me.
This is your place?
It's an old tourist farm.
I bought it, and let the animals go.
Some of them stayed.
Hey.
I got it, okay?
Hold on.
Nail.
Thank you.
slow music playing
unlocks and creaks open
Why are we here? I mean, what went wrong?
Deputy Whitlock.
Paul.
He was my closest friend.
A mentor.
He turned.
He's here in Cape Town to kill you for the Syndicate.
He sold out.
And I never saw it coming.
That's how Marco found me.
Marco?
An enforcer for the Syndicate.
My old friend.
He tried to kill me right after you sent the 911.
Whitlock gave Marco your cell phone location and tracked it,
with the help of Uncle Sam,
and me.
Our old friends are new friends.
Agent Galloway has updates.
Go.
We caught a break off the CCTV network.
A man on foot matching Pollard's description.
We're Sat tracking him now
and I've issued a warrant for his arrest.
En route now, Marshal Rhodes.
With some local backup.
The Mason Pollard I know would never do this.
Something we missed?
Program means everything to him.
That's all he's got.
Something very serious must have happened.
He keeps it all inside.
- Bring him in alive. - Understood.
Good work, Galloway.
Good luck.
Game time.
humming
Who's Bud?
Someone who never got the second chance you're getting now.
I deserve more than that.
Do you?
The cold wallet you stole, where is it?
The what?
You were never gonna testify, were you?
You just needed a passport so you could escape.
Cash out, take off, no matter who got hurt or killed.
Okay, I never used the wallet.
I knew they'd trace it if I tried.
Where is it?
Back at Rachel's house. I hid it.
Okay. I'm sorry.
I've had to lie my whole life. It's hard for me to stop.
Save it.
I've heard about these, for cryptocurrency.
Unhackable, offline...
Cold.
Kosta used it for bribes.
Polycarbonate.
Looks like metal. This is how you got it through airport security?
How much is on this thing?
I don't know yet. I swear. I haven't had a chance to check.
Seedcode.
It's 24 words Kosta chose. Impossible to hack.
Cold wallet's like a locked mailbox.
Cash can't go in or out without a key.
And you deleted the seedcode.
I thought it'd be an insurance policy.
- Keep them from killing me. - Till after they torture you, Rina.
How could someone access this money?
I need a secure network, very secure.
The 24 words, where are they now?
Jesus.
The seedcode, the words, write them down, now.
I need that money to start over.
Then try earning it, Rina.
Really? Get fucking real.
It is all about the money.
Kosta, Marco, Paul Whitlock.
You wanna be like those people?
Everybody is like them.
Okay, this world is one big lying, corrupt nightmare.
- Not the whole world. - Most people.
And most of you.
Nobody hates a bad cop more than a good cop.
Nobody.
But you don't see that, do you?
You just lump us all in together, say you want to get rid of us
when all we really want
is to take down the bad guys and to keep you safe.
I don't want to get rid of you, okay?
I just want you to treat me like a human being.
digital beeping
I never meant for anyone to get hurt, Pollard.
And I won't lie to you again.
I promise.
You know how to use this?
- Yeah. - Raise your hand.
Do you swear to protect and defend the United States Constitution
against all enemies, foreign and domestic?
I do.
Good. Put your hand down.
Because our old friends got here 61 seconds ago.
Move your ass, Deputy.
guns cocking
- engine revs - guns firing
Ah-ah-ah.
It's a distraction. We're wasting ammo.
Easy now.
Talon, you take left!
Kudo, you take right.
He'll have an egress.
Where are you, Mace?
Can't be far.
distant rumbling
Ah, there you are. Predictable.
Grenade launcher.
grenade shot
explosion
- grenade shot - Rina screams
Leggo.
Mason Come on.
intense music playing
Move. Move!
gunfire
explosion
Mason You okay?
Move! Move! Move!
whispering Where are you?
Whitlock Keep your eyes open now.
Rina Pollard.
Pollard. What are you doing?
I'm just looking for a friend.
Shit!
Good boy.
Atta boy.
growls
Hey, no! Alfie, no!
Don't give me that shit.
Strode, to my right.
As fast as you can, okay?
I see them. I got them. On my lead.
- They're mine. - Mine.
- man screams - grenade shot
Fuck, man!
Shit!
- engine accelerating - gun firing
Move out. Move!
upbeat music playing
The Sugar Shack opens in an hour.
Smileys aren't ready yet.
Sugar Shack. You couldn't have come up with a better name, Sugar?
I see it, but I don't believe it.
Pollard, I swear I never broke cover.
Bru, this is the guy.
Man! You're the one who send us this doos.
Doos?
That means, like, fool, jackass.
- Okay, hey... - You pick. Come on.
Look, if you're asking for me to take him back, I'm sorry.
All sales are final.
Nah, it's lekker.
We'll keep him.
"Lekker?"
It means "good."
sighs
Wait.
She's with you?
You look so surprised.
Well, this one don't cross the line.
Do pleasure. So you must be business.
Mason She just joined the club, Sugar.
She needs your help.
I need your help.
You sprung me out of a coffin, gave me everything,
my own legit business in the middle of paradise.
Whatever you need, bro, we're here for you.
speaking foreign language
We got you.
That means don't worry.
Lekker.
An! I like her. laughs
Why are you changing your mind? Letting me go for the money?
If I can't protect you from my own people,
you deserve to get what you can when you can.
You surprise me, Pollard.
I surprise myself.
Need your game face, Deputy. Don't get overexcited.
Paul, you were right.
They showed up at a financial institution.
Good girl.
whistling
Can I help you people?
Yeah, you can keep this area clear while my associate lays down some cloth.
I mean, what are you doing here?
You know, just some touch up work.
Somebody called it in. Hold on.
I have a name for you right over here with me.
Can you sort it out?
Just...
I am so sorry to keep you waiting.
So Mister and Miss...
Bobotie.
Robyn and Ernie Bobotie.
And what brings you in today?
We need a loan, as fast as you can.
I'm expecting.
Expecting?
A child, umm...
Baby.
Yes.
Congrats. Exciting.
What are today's rates?
Yes, well, we can offer you
some of the most competitive rates in the market.
phone ringing
female voice Mr. Chetty, can you come to the lobby floor?
We need you.
Could you excuse me a minute?
Of course.
Ernie?
Mason Nice.
Just a little misunderstanding. This is your name on the request, yeah?
No. No, this is a mistake.
Okay? You need to take all of this stuff out of here at once, okay?
I have customers.
Customers upstairs who are waiting.
He has customers.
Okay.
Sorry.
- You gosh damn imbecile! - Excuse.
- Clean it up right now before it sets. - Yeah.
I am so sorry for the floor, sir.
Got you.
Don't move, bro. You're making it worse.
Quickly now.
Gap.
He just logged in. Where are you?
Very close.
- car honks - engine accelerating
Vault. South.
Wow. That's more than I ever...
Impressive.
Like I said, financial planning.
- You'll be fine. Sorry. - Jesus.
Chetty There's more on... Just my shoes. My shoes. Take it.
- So let me just... - I can smell it. I can smell it.
- gags - This is really bad.
Just...
Funds not available.
Whitlock.
They were waiting for this.
I see you, Mace.
Watch out, big foot. Wet paint.
- Hey, don't fuck with me. - Okay, listen up.
Looking for these two.
Are you joking?
Couldn't hack the wallet, so they got into my DAX Fiat account.
Where did the money go?
Ocean Trace International?
Whitlock's on a task force.
He's been investigating Ocean Trace for years.
It's a shipping company here with ties to the black market, endangered animals.
They're poachers, Rina.
I just paid Ocean Trace $30 million.
Little man,
where are they?
In my office, up the stairs to the left.
Galloway, cover this exit.
You, there.
All of you, don't move.
Atta boy, Sugar. Come on, we gotta go.
I said don't move.
Marco, come up from the garage.
Don't move.
gunshots
gun firing
Come on, Miss Kimura.
Mason clearly can't keep you safe.
You're gonna keep playing with junior?
Or you wanna take a bet on big papa?
Mace, listen to me.
Give her up.
It's the only way she walks out of here alive.
gun firing
Whitlock laughs
Whitlock Miss Kimura,
Mason ever tell you the sad story about Bud?
Did he try to win you over with it, Ms. Kimura?
Try to get some of that git gud?
gun firing
Rina Mason.
I can make it.
Over there, the fire escape.
- gun cocking - both panting
- You go. - Then you go.
Go.
Watch out, bro.
screams
Rina!
Gun, now.
What the hell is going on here, Paul?
Thanks for your help, honey.
Mace?
Rina panting
intense music playing
- gunshot - glass breaking
Rina screams
- car screeching - Mason grunts
Rina Watch out!
gunshots
Yo, Pollard, get in, bro.
When I said this could go sideways, Mason, I never thought it'd be you.
They say you killed Oltcheck, with his own weapon.
Whitlock's gone rogue.
He killed his own witness to get to mine.
Was Rina Kimura in possession of stolen evidence?
- Yes, but... - I've got the FBI with me.
We'll take Kimura in ourselves.
I can't let you do that.
I need your badge, Pollard.
mid-tempo techno music playing
Who wants an Umqgombothi?
Ocean Trace has a ship in port leaving tonight. Usual cargo.
If I ever come face to face with those poachers,
I will rock up and donner the dwankies.
- Yebo. - Ja.
in English Okay. So, what do we do?
Pollard.
music distorts, stops
Shit, bro.
If you don't like the music, just turn that shit off.
Anything I do...
Whitlock will be waiting.
And then he'll kill her.
in Afrikaans 'N boer maak 'n plan.
in English What?
The first thing this country and its great people taught me.
After you dropped me here,
I was lost, ready to give up.
in Afrikaans 'N boer maak 'n plan.
in English "A farmer makes a plan."
In other words, figure it out.
- I'm no farmer. - And you have no plan.
So make one.
Or you're gonna sit on your sad little ass
crying like a goddamn toddler?
Why the fuck did I save you?
I don't know, bro. You love me?
animals chittering
Rina.
Rina panting
Marco, let me go.
I mean, we can start over somewhere.
Yeah?
Where you're going,
you'll fetch a good price.
You two have that in common.
Don't do this.
If you truly care for me,
let me go.
Yeah.
And someday, we can be together.
You and I.
Not in this lifetime.
Fuck you.
rhino groaning
motor whirring
Mason Marshal Rhodes, it's me.
Just listen.
I have evidence against Whitlock.
Dock 45, Cape Town Port Annex.
You want me, boss?
Come get me.
Marshal Rhodes Pollard, you're in deep shit.
Last chance to back out, bros.
No way, bruh.
You brought me to paradise, I ain't letting it get stepped on.
Yeah. Fuck that shit.
Yebo.
Hey, listen up.
Keep your heads on a swivel and your assholes puckered.
Son of a bitch is out there.
There's a new investment.
Yeah.
The council has awarded you too generously.
That was our deal.
I deliver the girl, I get the cold wallet.
And I do whatever the fuck I want with it.
See, I'm turning your 30 million into my 60.
Maybe more, depending how much I get for that preggo black rhino.
Spinning shit into gold, it's the American way.
both laugh
Getting to it.
Sweet thing. Ayo.
What's up, boys? Who ordered the dinner?
Restricted area, buddy.
Just wait there.
Hold on.
We got an order of smileys off the braai.
They are very nutritious, my friend.
- You're going to love it. - Who's the idiot that got take out?
chatter continues indistinctly on radio
Hey.
Check those two junkers.
Take a smell. Smell it. You want to smell this. It's so good.
- Stand back. - Hey!
He's here.
both grunting
gunshot
Take the head.
laughs Oh...
laughs
gunshots
Go.
gunfire
Get that goddamn rhino on this boat now!
rhino groaning
Find Rina.
Check the containers first and then the ship. Go now.
Yebo.
gunshot
both grunting
animals chittering
Go on, princess, call for him.
Get his attention, get him to come.
Put your hands up.
- gunshots - groaning
Don't fucking move.
gun cocking
Shit!
gun firing
rhino groaning
both grunting
rhino groaning
Do you really think some random cop's gonna save you, huh?
Fucking bitch.
Rina and Marco grunting
- Rina! - No!
Mace!
- Put the shooter down. - Rina whimpering
Do it.
both struggling
- gunshot - Marco grunts
Whitlock chuckles
Rina.
Rina is dead!
Congratulations, Jack,
you've just been erased.
Put the gun down.
Do it, now!
Move.
Thank you, sweetheart. Couldn't have done it without you.
You can't out wolf the original wolf, Mace.
- gunshot - groans
Take us up!
explosion
clattering
gun firing
groans
Come on, baby.
You thought it was gonna be that easy?
I trained you better than that.
Rina screams
I got you.
Sugar, you have a shot.
Shit!
I'm out.
You're wrong about this place, Mace.
It's not paradise or prison,
it's heaven or hell.
- Welcome to hell. - Hey!
rhino groans
Go.
- Hold on. - What?
Bye-bye, buddy.
Bye.
Shit!
rhino runs away
groaning Mace.
You can't leave me like this.
Mace.
Together. One, two...
Mason, look out!
You got me feeling and shit.
Goodbye, my friend.
Congratulations, Paul.
You've just been erased.
- Damn! - Whitlock groans
indistinct radio chatter
Where's Whitlock?
Went for a ride.
Good job, Pollard.
Not bad.
Nice of you to join us.
Couldn't have done this without you doos.
Thank you.
speaking foreign language
in English We got you.
Mother city, motherfuckers.
Yebo.
Welcome to the club, girl.
Rina Thanks, Sugar.
Beers at the Sugar Shack? What do you guys say?
- Mason No, let's go somewhere nice. - Rina Yebo.
Mason Let's go somewhere good.
reporter Six months after the death of Deputy Paul Whitlock,
in Cape Town, South Africa,
we're here at the Federal Courthouse in downtown Los Angeles,
where the witness' testimony led to the conviction of several
high-level members of the Syndicate.
So, I guess this is goodbye.
Guess so.
There's a little change on here.
It's a lot of change.
Given your service, we want you to have it.
- Legit? - Mmm-hmm.
This is for real?
So is this.
Robyn.
Nhi Nguyen.
Did I spell it right?
Thank you.
Check her resume.
I hear she's gonna be a financial planner.
So where does she live?
Anywhere she wants.
Since we're never gonna see each other again,
who's Bud?
Bud was my brother.
Bud was a little girl called Emily who lived down the street.
Bud was Paul and I's staff sergeant in Afghanistan.
Anyone I tried to save and couldn't.
I can erase people from this world,
but I can't erase them from my conscience.
I'll sleep a lot better knowing that Bud isn't you.
Good luck, Robyn.
You too.
Jack.
My name is Jack.
door closes
explosion
people screaming
siren wailing
upbeat music playing
What are you doing?
Crossing a line.
Didn't see that coming. ©