01x18 - Cat and Mouse

[bunniefuu]

The Klaustreich...

I came in contact with was aggressive...

Predatory...

And...

[Growls]

A real ass.

I can't write that.

What's the word?

Mean? No.

Catty? Big no.

Got it.

Sadistic.

And treacherous.

[Tense music]

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[Panting]

[Sniffing]

[Stifled roar]

[Growls]

What time does that leave?

[Speaking indistinctly]

[Footsteps creaking]

[Footsteps]

[Silenced g*nshots]

[Dial tone]

[Key beeps, phone dials]

Thank you for calling Raz bus line.

[Luggage rolling]

[Tense music]

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[Bus horn blares]

[Silenced g*nsh*t]

[Groan]

[Silenced g*nsh*t]

[Groan]

[Silenced g*nshots, glass shatters]

Wenn sie verstehen was ich sage, dann lassen sie mich mal wissen.

Yes, I understand.

Sehr gut.

One can't be too careful, entering the home of a police captain, I was just, uh, following protocol.

I don't care if you are working for the Verrat.

The next time you let yourself into my home uninvited, I will sh**t you.

In self-defense, of course.

My dear Captain, if you didn't speak German, you'd be dead by now.

But, may I introduce myself? My name is Edgar waltz.

Who are you hunting?

His name is Ian Harmon.

What's he done?

He's a leader of the resistance.

One of the few still alive.

What's he done here in Portland?

I don't know and I don't care.

Time is of the essence and I need to find him.

We believe the resistance has established a presence here to harbor fugitives and make them disappear.

The Verrat's problem is with the resistance.

They're not my problems.

Maybe your past is not as far away as you think.

The Verrat does not make decisions for me.

The high command will not be happy about that.

I'm not concerned.

It would be better for you to be concerned about me and what will happen should you refuse to help.

I hope your Latin is as good as your German.

Si vis pacem...

Para bellum.

Auf wiedersehen, Captain.

[Door shuts]

"Si vis pacem, para bellum."

"If you seek peace, prepare for w*r."

Thanks for picking him up.

I don't get my car back till tomorrow.

Coffee? Bacon?

I usually take cream with my coffee, but I'll try bacon.

I heard about you and adalind.

We were together for about half a cup of coffee.

I don't know what happened, where it came from, but I'm glad it's over.

Well, between you and me, she was definitely not good enough for you.

If she wasn't a lawyer, I'd think she roofied me.

What?

I woke up, she was gone.

And these two other people who were in the room with me...

It's more than I want to get into.

I think it's more than I want you to.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He is mine.

All yours.

Mwah!

See you tonight?

We got a sh**ting at the bus depot.

Any bodies?

Just blood.

Yuck.

Watch your butts out there.

We will.

[Muffled whimpers]

Rosalee!

Ian? Oh, my God.

What happened to you?

I was sh*t.

I have to get you to a hospital.

No, no, you can't.

If they find out where I am, I'm as good as dead.

Where's Freddy?

Freddy was k*lled.

In a robbery, a few weeks ago.

Freddy was supposed to have some papers for me.

That's why I'm here.

Papers for what?

A new identity.

Who's trying to k*ll you?

It's better if you don't know. And it's better if I leave.

[Groans]

You're not going anywhere.

Not like this.

Let me help you up.

I'll get you something for the pain.

I'm gonna get some help.

Apparently the gunman crossed the street here.

Fired three times.

Hence, broken car window, the defacing of our friendly visitor greeting.

Best guess is bloodstain belongs to b*llet number three.

So somebody got hit.

But no body.

Not yet. Search is ongoing.

No blood trail to follow, so we cordoned off five blocks.

Any description of the sh**t or the Vic?

We got a witness at the bus station, awaiting your arrival.

Maybe surveillance tape. And, uh, can I get that, please?

This.

9 millimeter.

Yep. Let's check the witness.

I didn't see the sh**t.

But I saw the guy that was on my bus.

He left this hat on the seat.

I tried to catch up with him, but he was moving way too fast.

Then I saw that car window shatter.

I didn't know what the hell was going on.

Figured it was some kind of g*ng thing.

What can you tell us about him?

His name.

This is the ticket he used to board the bus.

Paid in cash. Lester Cullum.

Had one of those old leather rucksacks.

You don't see too many of those anymore.

British, I think. He had an accent.

Anyway, the name Lester Cullum sounds kind of British.

[Knocks on door]

[Entry bell jingles]

What's wrong? I smell blood.

I know.

[Entry bell jingles]

Come with me.

Please tell me this isn't another Zaubertrank.

No, this one's a b*llet.

Well, look at that.

Ian, this is my friend Monroe.

Monroe, this is Ian.

Hey.

Is he a doctor?

No, but he's gonna help me get the b*llet out.

Why aren't we taking him to a hospital?

We can't.

We have to do this now.

I'm sorry, I don't entirely understand the situation here.

Ian is an old friend. He's on the run.

Someone tried to k*ll him.

Well, what did he do?

Have you heard of the Lauffer?

The Lauffer?

You mean the resistance? Yeah, sure.

But that's not here, that's old-country stuff.

Well, it's here now. That's Ian Harmon.

Have you heard of him?

Really? The journalist?

Yeah, well, he does that too.

He's one of the leaders of the resistance.

So are we talking about the Verrat?

Because those guys are serious.

I think so.

Look, I cleaned the wound.

I can see the b*llet. It's not that far in.

And we're gonna get it out how?

This was my father's.

I used to watch him do this kind of thing.

I just don't want to do it alone.

Okay. What do you want me to do?

[Instruments clinking]

Wash your hands, sterilize these.

Upper right. We should see him.

That's got to be him.

Average height, average build, rucksack.

That'll narrow it down.

Any luck with the I.D.?

I'm having a little trouble connecting Lester Cullum to anybody. It could be an alias.

What about the b*llet?

They thought it was a regular 9 millimeter. It's not.

According to ballistics, the makeup of the brass identifies the company as Deutsche Waffen munitions, who manufactured their b*ll*ts for their Luger semi-a*t*matic pistols.

What is this, 1944?

Actually, it was introduced in 1902.

I think that eliminates a g*ng sh**ting.

More like a hit gone wrong.

So we got a sh**t on the loose.

And nothing from the hospitals.

Nobody showing up with b*llet wounds in the last 12 hours.

We should check with the St. Louis pd, where Lester Cullum boarded the bus.

See if we can get any hits on him there.

If we've got a sh**t still out there and the guy he's after is still alive, he's gonna try again.

What the hell did you do that for?

Bring it right here, right here!

[Overlapping shouts]

Get off!

[Indistinct shout]

[Overlapping shouts]

Hey, knock it off.

[Overlapping shouts continue]

I said, "knock it off"!

[Grunting]

[Blade clangs on counter]

[Door shuts]

Idiots.

[Cabinet door shuts]

Sorry about that, buddy.

Got one on the house for you.

Oh, thank you.

Won't break me.

Very kind.

Look, I'm in kind of a jam.

I was wondering if you know of any place where they make some kind of papers.

I'm a little out of date. You know what I mean?

What kind of papers you looking for?

You know, something that will get me out of here.

Passport stuff.

Yes.

Uh...

Oh, this guy's good.

He's just downtown.

Oh.

Yes, uh, are you sure he's the best?

'Cause I can't afford to get caught again.

Anybody in town like us needs a job like that, he's the one.

Good, good. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Oh, better not leave this.

How is it they allow a Lausenschlange to serve food?

What?

Hundjager.

What do you want?

A dead man.

Anybody knows the truth about who he is, what he's running from?

Any of it?

He was a friend of Freddy's.

Look don't get me wrong, I liked Freddy.

But he was involved with some seriously shady people.

Freddy made some mistakes.

Just like we all do.

But I knew him too.

Well enough to trust him?

I was...

With him for a year and a half.

Oh.

We're talking more than just...

Yes. It was a long time ago.

Can I ask what happened?

He left.

I wasn't happy about it.

But that is all in the past.

[Sighs]

Look, if someone is really trying to k*ll this guy, we should call Nick.

I mean, I don't know what he'll say about being introduced to a Grimm, but right now, this guy doesn't have a lot to say about anything.

[Groans]

Rosalee.

[Coughs]

I'm here.

Rosalee.

[Grunts]

[Panting]

[Tense music]

The same casing as the bus station.

9x19-millimeter parabellum.

Single b*llet to the head. No muss, no fuss.

k*ller came in here with a plan.

Which looks like "get the money and get out."

He might have tried to fight back.

A passport here.

"Ian Harmon."

Huh. Kind of looks like the guy the bus driver I.D.'d. wasn't he the victim?

Victims need money too.

[Over radio] Hey, sarge?

Yeah.

[Over radio] We got a possible witness out front.

Okay, hold him.

Got a possible witness outside.

Who wants him?

Got it.

Hi, I'm Detective Burkhardt.

[American accent]

Oh, hi, hi Detective.

I was across the street and I saw this man come running, and didn't think anything of it at first.

And then the police cars came here and they told me the bartender was sh*t.

Do you think you could identify the man you saw?

If I saw him again, maybe, yeah.

Did you... Did you arrest anybody?

Not yet, no.

Is this the man you saw?

Just take it easy.

I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.

I just want to know if this is the man you saw.

Yes, sir, yeah, that's him, that's him.

All right. Gonna need your name and number, just in case we need confirmation on the I.D.

Yes, of course.

[Indistinct]

Max Kurtz. K-u-r...

Drink this.

Look, I hope you warned your friend that it could be very dangerous for either of you to be wherever I am.

Hey, you want to meet someone who's dangerous to be around?

Should meet my friend Nick.

He's a... He's a friend who...

He can... Well, uh...

He's a Grimm.

Well, okay.

So much for the hemming and hawing.

Are you serious?

Actually, yes, very.

But, look, he's not what you've ever heard about.

He's right. Nick is not what you'd expect.

He caught the men responsible for k*lling Freddy.

And he helped me when I first got here and had to deal with his m*rder and the shop and everything.

And he got Monroe to help me when it was dangerous for me.

Monroe's been helping me ever since.

And how much did you have to pay this Grimm to go after the man who k*lled Freddy?

I didn't have to pay him anything.

Yeah, um, that's the other shoe.

He's a cop.

I know.

My first encounter with him wasn't exactly friendly.

But let me tell you, Nick is the real deal.

And if you need help in this town, he is the man.

Or the Grimm.

I know it's a lot to fathom, but he's friends with a Blutbad.

And a Fuchsbau.

Listen, dude, he has saved my ass and I've saved his.

Believe it or not, he's just trying to do the right thing.

Do you know about the resistance?

Yeah.

Do you know who the Verrat sends after anyone associated with it?

No.

Hundjager.

That is so not good.

Rosalee, do you trust this man?

I do.

Well, then, by all means, put my life in his hands.

Possible motive for k*lling the bartender was the money in the register.

But our suspect was supposed to be wounded when he got off the bus.

Could explain his desperation.

Any identification on the man who sh*t Harmon?

Nothing. He wasn't on the bus, didn't show up on surveillance cameras.

The bar didn't have any security except the alarm and...

It was off.

Let's pull out all the stops.

Find the one we know... Harmon.

Hopefully, he'll lead us to whoever sh*t him.

Yes, sir.

And check with Scotland yard.

See if they have any record on Harmon.

Might help us identify who this other man is.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah, Burkhardt.

Could you get down to the spice shop asap?

Why? What's going on?

It's kind of complicated. There's a man here.

He's like a civil rights activist, slash...

I don't know... Freedom fighter.

With a b*llet wound.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah.

Wie geht's Captain.

How is your day?

Where are you?

I'm enjoying your city. It's really quite nice.

It reminds me a little of Firenze.

So have you made any progress on that terrible m*rder at the bar?

You laid out the evidence a little too obviously for my taste.

Well, if you'd helped me when I asked, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.

You needed a reason to find Ian, and now you have it.

I'm glad you're taking him seriously now.

You never know when a desperate man like that will strike again.

Oh, by the way, I liked your Detective Burkhardt.

There's more to him than meets the eye.

What do you want?

I want to know why you didn't tell me that you had a Grimm working for you.

He could be very useful to me.

Why don't you make that happen?

He doesn't know about me.

Then you are playing a very dangerous game, my dear Captain.

[Phone beeps]

"Reginald's camera." Okay.

[Door opens]

Beautiful, aren't they?

Oh, yes, yes.

I mean, the Leica II belongs in a museum.

And the Voigtlander... Very nice, very nice.

I would say you must be from Germany.

Yes, yes, I think my accent gets thicker when I look at German cameras.

Well, feel free to look around.

I like to think of this shop as my own private museum.

Oh, thank you, thank you. Yes, yes.

Oh, beautiful. Look at that.

These pictures. Did you take them?

Yes.

Oh.

That's my daughter Julia.

Yes?

And her kids...

Emily, Tommy and Joey.

Tommy, Joey too. Oh, gorgeous.

Look at the quality of the light and the detail.

All this digital nonsense has no sense of depth.

No, no, no. Do you collect?

Not cameras. Let me show you my favorite.

This is a 1926 Luger po8 9 millimeter with a sil*ncer.

It's been in my family for generations.

It works perfectly.

I can't say I'm a big fan of g*ns.

I can imagine.

Especially when you have something to hide.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Let me tell you.

You might sh**t photographs of your family, well, I will just sh**t them.

Unless you decide that they are worth more than lying to me.

Yes? Good. Good.

We understand each other.

Huh, Reginald?

What do you want?

Oh, yes. Let me show you.

Have you seen this man?

Come on.

[Blows air though teeth]

Good, you made it.

[Entry bell jingles]

Rosalee called me this morning, early.

She said she had some kind of breaking and entering problem.

You said "b*llet wound."

Yeah, I know.

Hang on, I'm getting to that.

Don't move.

Whoa!

Nick! Nick, wait! Wait.

This man's wanted for m*rder.

Well I guess he's just trying to do the right thing.

I've found his passport next to the bartender that he sh*t.

Ian lost his bag when he was sh*t.

That's how the guy who sh*t him got his passport.

That's what he told you?

When was this bartender sh*t?

Four hours ago.

Then it can't be him, Nick.

We've been with him for longer than that.

Ian's been here since I opened the shop this morning.

Clearly he wants you to find me because he can't.

That's why he sh*t this bartender.

If you arrest me right now, then he'll know exactly where I am.

Did you check him for weapons?

He doesn't have any.

He came here because my brother was supposed to help him.

Well, Nick Burkhardt, meet Ian Harmon.

Ian, Nick.

A pleasure.

The man who's trying to k*ll you, what's his name?

Edgar waltz.

He's an enforcer for the Verrat.

Verrat? I thought they only operated in Europe.

Their influence is spreading.

They occupy positions of power everywhere...

Politics, industry, organized crime.

Anything that is corruptible is susceptible to their influence.

Even law enforcement.

Nick, these guys make the Spanish inquisition look like the SPCA.

And Ian's resistance group... The Lauffer...

Is the only thing that stands in their way.

This world is on the brink of w*r.

The turmoil in the middle east, the crises in Europe, the Arab spring...

All of it is tied together.

Agents of the Verrat, working for the seven houses, have infiltrated the highest levels of all governments.

The seven houses?

The seven royal families.

This is not a new struggle.

It's been going on for centuries.

With this struggle, the royal families recognize opportunities to gain more control.

People, driven by fear, choose stability over freedom, when their neighbors start to die.

My parents were part of the resistance and my grandparents, my brother.

I never wanted to be involved.

It always seemed so far away.

Your people changed the balance of power when they decided to work for the royal families.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Grimms.

Evidently you don't even know how valuable you are to the royals.

Look...

I don't mean to be insensitive, but right now I'm trying to find a m*rder*r, not get a Wesen history lesson.

Nick, Ian needs your help.

We have to get him out of here before waltz finds him.

The only reason he's not dead, is because the b*llet went through his pack first.

But he lost his papers.

And without them, he can't leave.

Are you talking about getting false documents to get him out of the country?

I'm sorry.

This just keeps getting better and better.

Rosalee's brother was the last stop for Wesen trying to get out of the country.

He was going to help me.

All right, look, if all of this is true, then the most important thing for me to do is to find Edgar waltz.

I can't promise anything else yet.

Okay, yeah. Fair enough.

Does waltz know about Freddy?

No.

If he did, I would be dead by now.

And so would they.

Okay, stay here for now.

Do you know where you can get him new papers?

I think so.

We were looking through the shop and found a bunch of fake passports of my brother's.

I know that man who did them. His name is Reginald.

Don't tell me anymore, okay?

I'll call you when I get something.

Thanks, Nick.

Yeah.

May I help you?

My brother sent me.

Who?

Freddy.

I know you helped him.

And now I need your help.

Please.

What do you want?

A passport.

I...

Do you know who this is?

I can't.

He's been sh*t.

He came to Freddy for help.

I'm helping him now.

I don't know where else to go.

I'm gonna need some time.

[Tense music]

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[Rhythmic cranking]

Male voice: After being told of their arrest I was able to get close enough with my camera, for the first time, to the place where they took the men.

The Verrat enforcers ex*cuted farmers associated with the Spanish Republic.

These enforcers infiltrated the highest ranks of the monarchists and Franco's army.

They exacted Verrat law, across the land, with impunity.

Accused of stealing, these innocent Wesen were ex*cuted without trial.

Their true crime was marrying outside their own breed.

The Verrat enforcers were identified as Hundjager, from a race so tenacious and vicious that it is said they are birthed by consuming their own mothers from inside the womb.

Eduardo Grimm, Madrid, 1936.

[Cell phone rings]

[Cell phone rings]

[Sighs]

Yeah. Burkhardt.

Hello, Detective.

Let me introduce myself. I'm Edgar waltz.

Apparently you and I have something in common.

We're both looking for Ian Harmon.

Where are you?

Do you know the terms of a Freidenreden?

Uh, yeah.

So let's just say, um, union station, 10:00.

And how will I know you?

Oh, I don't think that will be a problem, Detective.

[Sighs]

Are you always this animated?

Well, you made me miss my yoga.

So...

You care about Rosalee.

I do.

I care about all my friends, even the ones you don't like.

I don't dislike him, he's just a Grimm.

Well, we're all equals.

Isn't that what you're fighting for?

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah.

What?

Hang on, hang on.

You ever heard of a "Freidenreden"?

Who is that?

It's Nick.

Put him on speaker.

Yeah, you're on speaker with me and Ian.

Who asked you about a Freidenreden?

Waltz called me.

Does he know you found me?

No, I don't think so.

He wants me to meet him at 10:00 P.M.

He asked me if I knew what a Freidenreden was.

I said I did, but I don't.

It's a truce... A white-flag meeting.

You both come unarmed and you both leave of your own accord.

Dude, you can't seriously be thinking of meeting this guy unarmed.

He will honor it.

They have a great belief in the sanctity of rules.

Nick, one more thing.

Once the truce is over... The minute you walk away...

Anything goes.

So watch your back.

[Hangs up phone]

Waltz is getting closer.

This place isn't safe anymore.

Detective Burkhardt.

I admire punctuality.

Hands out of your pockets, please.

Well, you too.

So I guess you really did witness the m*rder of the bartender.

Yes, I really did.

Just so you know, once this little truce of yours is over, I'm arresting your ass for m*rder.

[Chuckles]

If you try to arrest me, you'd better be armed, which means you violated the rules.

I don't give a damn about your rules.

I brought mine too.

Rules are meant to be broken, aren't they, Detective?

But before you get all bold and brash, take a look around and count the number of innocent victims that will die if you attempt to arrest me.

So let's not waste time.

I want Ian Harmon, you can find him.

So you can m*rder him.

You're a Grimm. I'm a Hundjager.

We're not friends, but, uh...

We've always been... How shall I put it...

Allies of convenience.

Not around here we haven't.

If you don't help me find my prey within 24 hours, you will be finding dead bodies all over the city.

[Cell phone rings]

Would you excuse me for a moment?

Thank you. Yeah?

There's a woman here.

She's asking for a passport, like you said.

Good. Keep the package until I get there.

Oh, and if you attempt to follow me, I will sh**t the first person I see.

Good night.

The k*ller called you?

Yes. Wu is running the number right now.

He said his name is Edgar waltz.

He admitted to k*lling the bartender.

I thought we were looking for Ian Harmon.

We were. This is the guy that sh*t Ian Harmon.

So why'd he call you?

He wants us to turn Harmon over in the next 24 hours.

Or he's going to k*ll more innocent people.

Do we know where Harmon is?

Not yet.

We're not going to be held hostage by some kind of lunatic.

Do we know anything about him?

Not much.

But I believe him.

We ran his name, but came up with nothing.

Sir, got the I.D. Back on that phone.

Bad news is it's a burner.

Purchased and activated yesterday.

Any good news?

Yes, sir.

Phone was at this address downtown when we triangulated it three minutes ago...

Place called Reginald's cameras.

Miss, your passport.

Thank you so much.

What do I owe you?

Nothing.

I-I'm sorry.

For what?

Your brother. He was a good friend.

Thank you.

[Sighs]

[Creaking]

[Door shuts]

Well done.

You promise you won't hurt my family?

Of course not.

You kept your end of the bargain.

I would never dream of touching your family.

[Tense music]

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[Police sirens wail]

[Indistinct police radio transmission]

That must be the burner phone.

He's playing us.

[Knock on door, entry bell jingles]

[American accent]

Oh, hi. Are you open?

I'm sorry, we're closed.

Why don't you come back tomorrow?

We open at 9:00.

Oh, please, just a minute.

I was told I could get some help here.

Give me a minute. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Where is he?

Oh, it's a good likeness, don't you think?

Look, I'd prefer not to hurt you, so go ahead.

Call him.

We'll see whose life is more important to him.

Go on.

[Cell phone dials]

Hey, did you make it back from...

He's here. Get Ian to safety.

Are you done?

Have you said all you wanted to?

May I?

Thank you.

Ian?

I swear, if you touch a hair on her head...

I don't know who you are, but let me keep it simple for you.

If you do not deliver Ian Harmon to me in 15 minutes, I will k*ll your girlfriend.

Yeah. Burkhardt.

We have a problem. We're going back to the shop.

Waltz has Rosalee.

He wants to make a trade.

No, he's not gonna trade. He's gonna k*ll you all.

Well, if you got a better plan, I'm all ears.

Just, um, give me five minutes.

Maybe I can come up with one.

We don't have five minutes, Nick.

Don't do anything until I get there.

I'll wait as long as I can, but if push comes to shove, I'm shoving.

You may think I'm a monster, but...

What I am is necessary.

No society can survive without order.

Free thought is not free.

There's no such thing as revolution.

The oppressed always become the oppressors.

And the cycle repeats itself over and over.

The only way to win is to stay out of the cycle.

You don't understand a word that I've been saying.

I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.

No, no. You're staying here.

No, no, no. This is my fight.

Nobody's gonna fight it for me.

The second he sees you, you're dead.

He doesn't know who I am.

That doesn't mean he's not gonna k*ll you.

Yeah, I get that.

But we're not doing anything until we find out about Rosalee.

If she isn't already dead.

Don't let your emotions get the better of you.

He will use that to his advantage.

That's why he took her.

I have a plan.

You do? For real?

Yeah. I'm going in, you're staying out.

No, no, no. You don't understand waltz.

I understand him better than you think I do.

He won't be expecting me and he doesn't know my connection to any of you.

So what does that get us?

Time.

[Humming]

Well, it seems like your Fuchsbau hero is a coward.

[Entry bell jingles]

Waltz.

How did you know?

You want Ian?

I've got him.

What?

Shut up. Get on the floor.

Get on the floor.

If you've got him, where is he?

[Entry bell jingles]

Whoa!

Who are you?

I'm the guy you called. I've got Ian.

Who's he?

What the hell is going on here?

You're gonna believe a Fuchsbau?

What are you trying to say, buddy?

I'm saying you're a liar.

All Fuchsbaus are liars.

Who did you call?

I didn't call a Fuchsbau.

It's true. I'm not a Fuchsbau.

Blutbad.

[Grunts]

[Groans]

[g*nshots, glass shatters, wood clattering]

[Groans]

Both: Are you okay?

It's over.

No, it's not.

Hey. Put the g*n down.

I can't. He's right.

Even if he's dead, they'll send others after me.

Ian.

[g*nsh*t]

Oh!

[g*nshots]

[Chokes]

[Tense music]

But at least now your friends will be safe.

Sometimes it's hard to know that the right thing is.

Sometimes it's not.

Nick.

Nick, please.

If the Verrat knows where Ian is...

You've got other things to worry about.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

Nick, come on, you can't do this.

He k*lled waltz to protect us.

Listen to me.

There's only one thing that you need to do.

What?

Get rid of waltz's body.

Yeah. Okay.

[Car door shuts]

Come on.

[Engine turns over]

Get out.

What are you doing?

I'm saving my friends.

[Handcuffs clatter]

If you go to trial, they'll be dead.

Don't come back.

[Car door shuts, footsteps]

[Car door shuts]

[Car engine revs]

[Camera shutter clicks]

[Indistinct police radio transmission]

How do you know this is waltz?

Passport. Found it in his pocket.

And the Luger, we believe it's the g*n used to sh**t the bartender and the camera store owner.

What about Ian Harmon?

We think he did this?

If someone was trying to k*ll me, I'd be trying to k*ll them.

We ever catch up with this guy, maybe we'll find out.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Some one else may catch up with him first.

This world is on the brink of w*r.