01x05 - Wages of Sin

[bunniefuu]

[City noises]

Frank: Old Sergeant of mine once told me

there are two things you
can't take back on the job...

b*ll*ts that leave your g*n
and words that leave your mouth.

I've spent more than my share of both

and I'm here to tell you, it's
the words you live to regret.

What's up, Deke?

I've run my mouth, b*rned bridges,

blew up a couple of marriages

that might have still
had some tread on them.

But I never sh*t a man
who didn't have it coming.

[g*nsh*t]

["Are You Satisfied?" plays]

♪ Are you satisfied? ♪

♪ Well ♪

♪ We been here before ♪

[Breathing heavily]

[Indistinct conversations]

♪ I don't recognize ♪

♪ You no more ♪

I have an appointment.

♪ Leave it alone ♪

Pike: Is that Kullen?

[Sighs] Mr. Pike.

Yeah. Oh.

[Sighs]

[Sighing] Oh.

♪

May I get you something?

Calamity here makes an
excellent cup of coffee.

Ah, suit yourself.

You know, I don't allow
just anyone into my home.

I vetted you.

You survived years in this wonderland

without anyone covering your back.

I respect that.

Bearing in mind that you might be

the most unsociable cat in this joint,

am I wrong to assume that
this is not a social call?

[Door lock buzzes in distance]

What do you want from me?

- I need to get out of here.
- [Chuckles]

Well, even if I could make
that happen, why would I?

What's in it for me?

There has to be something you need done.

Someone.

Ugh.

You know, I just might
have something for you.

[Door lock buzzes]

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

[Door closes]

[Chains rattle]

He's dangerous, ma'am.

I'll be all right.

Won't I, Mr. Kullen?

[Door lock buzzes]

- You Lockhart?
- Deputy Chief Lockhart.

I just rode a department
fixed-wing from Van Nuys Airport

all the way up to Crescent City

just to hear what you have to say.

Jet Blue it ain't.

So if your information is bull,

I am not in the mood for forgiveness.

I want to confess to a m*rder.

I'm the one who k*lled Julia Kiefer.

You're in here for manslaughter.

Why are you looking to add the
words "life" into your sentence?

I've learned a lot in my time here

and got right with the man upstairs,

and it's time to set
the record straight.

And how exactly does this
involve Detective Frank Rourke?

My confession...

That means he k*lled the wrong man.

[Bell dings]

You believe him?

He had the pertinent details right.

But nothing he couldn't have
gotten out of the m*rder book.

Some parolee is probably
boinking a records clerk,

slipped him a copy. [Beep]

Lockhart: The police
apprehended a suspect

in the m*rder you're
confessing to years ago.

If by "apprehended,"
you mean "ex*cuted"...

[g*nsh*t]

[Thud]

... your cop capped the wrong guy.

[Beep]

[Scoffs] Pretty thin.

Department policy doesn't
leave any wiggle room here.

We have to follow up.

The wrong man may have been
k*lled by one of our officers.

You mean Frank?

No one is above the law.

You're asking me to
open an official inquiry

into a sh**ting that
could ruin a man's career.

So I need to hear it from you directly,

that this isn't part
of some personal agenda.

I don't have to justify myself to you.

Chavez, RHD is required to investigate

officer-involved sh**t, no
matter who makes the allegation.

We don't get to choose our witnesses.

Set up a Board of Rights
review for Frank Rourke.

I will arrange for Kullen's
immediate transfer down to County.

Just so you know, it was a
lousy sh**ting back then, too.

We just didn't have the proof we do now.

♪

If by "apprehended,"
you mean "ex*cuted,"

your cop capped the wrong guy.

Tommy: Who is he?

[Scoffs] No idea.
He's lying his ass off.

Why would he do that?

Who knows? [Sighs]

Who cares?

You should.

I mean it, Frank.

You need to take this seriously.

I was there, Becca.
I know what happened.

Lockhart doesn't care
what happened, Frank.

All she cares about is
that she has a witness

who's willing to testify...

Testify that you sh*t an innocent man.

The woman was stabbed to death.

I found her lying on her kitchen floor,

her two kids in the next room.

If ever a man deserved to
die, it was Ryan Deacon.

Lockhart wants your badge.

She has ever since I've known you.

- Let her try.
- She is trying, Frank.

And you're making it easy.

Frank: It's gonna be okay.

[Sighs]

At least wear a suit and tie.

Maybe let Holly pick the tie.

[Sighs]

[Dog barking in distance]

[Beep]

[Coffeemaker whirring]

Hey, where's your dad's key?

Remember, I told you they
filed off the serial number?

Mm-hmm.

Well, turns out, you can
have the serial number raised.

And then what?

Contact the manufacturer
and find out what it opens.

What do you think you're gonna find?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, my father
went to a lot of trouble

to make sure I found it.

I'm the only one who knew
about that tree or the garden.

Well, you do know there is another way

to honor your dad's legacy.

We could name somebody after him.

[Chuckles] You really
think now is the right time?

Look, I'm ready to pull
the goalie... if you are.

♪

[Sighs]

Detective Rourke, I see you
have no attorney present.

Don't need one.

You are aware, a verdict against you

will result in your
immediate termination

and surrender of your
department-issued firearm and badge?

I'm not planning on losing.

Let the record reflect, Detective
Rourke has declined counsel.

Please give the detective a
copy of the report in question.

Don't need that, either.

Okay, then, regarding your
encounter with Ryan Deacon,

which resulted in an
officer-involved sh**ting...

I was tracking a violent
home-invasion crew.

Connection with several homicides,

including the stabbing
death of Julie Kiefer.

Deacon was part of this crew?

Deke was the sh*t-caller,
positively I.D.'d

by Julia Kiefer's
surviving family members

as the suspect who stabbed her to death.

I tracked him to a bar in K-Town.

When he came outside...

What's up, Deke?

... identified myself
as a police officer

and told him he was under arrest.

So, we doing this, or what?

He resisted.

[g*nsh*t]

End of story.

Commander, could we talk off the record?

- I'm good, Detective Chavez.
- Frank, listen to me.

I've had my share of
questionable sh**t.

This wasn't one of them.

Lopes: Detective Rourke, you are aware,

someone else has come forward to
confess to Julia Kiefer's m*rder...

- An inmate at Pelican Bay?
- I've seen the video.

Deputy Chief Lockhart
took that video deposition.

Who else?

Which means Inmate Kullen could
be Julia Kiefer's actual k*ller.

We intend to consider that evidence
in making our determination.

You can expect our decision in hours.

♪

♪ We poppin' bags ♪

♪ So get on the floor ♪

♪ We poppin' bags ♪

♪ I come for the dough ♪

♪ We poppin' bags ♪

♪ So that you know ♪

♪ We poppin' bags ♪

No way.

Pop-pop-pop!

♪ Haters want me dead ♪

♪ Runnin' from me, super
psycho, voices in my head ♪

♪ No blood in these streets
that no one repeats ♪

I'm telling you, it was on.

I'm gonna get a
four-by-four animal-style,

and I'm gonna call that redhead back up.

That's what I'm gonna do.

Should be in a couple hours.

Hey, man, you say something?!

No. No, I-I wasn't talking to you.

You trying to start something?!

- No, absolutely not.
- I don't know! I don't!

- Okay, then let's start.
- No!

Find another playmate.

[Indistinct conversations]

Hey.

[Sighs] Brad?

I owe you. Thanks.

About that.

I hear you saying you're
getting your release today?

Uh, yeah, it was a... a
DUI. That was so stupid.

I met this redhead at a party.

The thing is, Brad, I need you
to switch wristbands with me.

Wait, what?

I- I don't really think they allow that.

The deputies made a big deal about that.

You see that Sasquatch
at the end of the yard?

[Sighs]

I'm here to k*ll him.

Seriously?

Seriously.

I owe someone a debt, and after that,

I really need to be
somewhere not here, so...

Yeah, no, cool.

Yeah, I'm... I'm down. I mean, I'm...

I'm not down down, but I'm down
to swap wristbands with you.

The least I can do. Right?

[Sighs]

[Sarcastically] That went well.

You know what they say
about witch hunts...

America's first faith-based initiative.

Who's this Kullen guy?

Some con burning out his
fuse up in Pelican Bay.

You know him?

No, but he had most
of the details right...

Nothing he couldn't have
gotten out of a report.

He's lying his ass off. But why?

Hey, buddy.

I think I know you.

[cr*ck]

Oh!

[Indistinct conversations]

Friend might need some help.

What does Kullen get out of it,

confessing to something he didn't do?

Transfer to County for
a hearing with the D.A.

That's about it. Every
con I ever met says

the same thing about County...
It's worse than the pen.

Back up! Back up!

I need a medic on the
yard now. On the yard now.

Overcrowded, flesh-eating
bacteria, baloney sandwiches.

So why the hell would Kullen
want to be put back in a place

"Mother Jones" rated as
the worst jail in America?

Hold on. Wait, Frank.
You read "Mother Jones"?

Know thine enemy.

Come to think of it, County is
really only good for one thing.

What's that?

Busting out.

All right.

[Door closes]

Best of luck to you, Butler.

Thank you.

[Door lock buzzes]

Guard: Walk through the gate.

[Door lock buzzes] Hug the wall.

Yo.

Rebecca: Kullen took the
I.D. bracelet off an inmate

who was about to be
released... Brad Butler.

Then he moved in for the k*ll.

Victim in the prison
yard's name was Mitchell.

D.A.'s office says he was
about to turn state's evidence

against the Aryan Nation.

Never hesitate to close a deal.

Lesson learned.

I can't believe its that easy to escape.

, arrestees crammed into a facility

built to hold half that many.

Hell, one time, a guy stuck
a photo of Eddie Murphy

to a stolen I.D. and walked
right out the front door.

Kyle: I figure Kullen kills
this guy to distract the guards.

Frank: Maybe, but if I
was gonna whack somebody

just to create a smokescreen,

I don't think I'd pick
"Hacksaw" Jim Duggan here.

I want you guys to go make
nice with the U.S. Marshals,

find out how their manhunt
for Kullen is going.

Maybe you can pick their pocket.

Well... this ought to shut
down I.A.'s investigation.

Not that simple.

If Kullen isn't apprehended
in the next hours,

the board is just gonna
use that video confession.

We need Kullen to recant his statement.

"We"?

That's right, Trainee.

hours, that board is gonna A-Rod me,

and Lockhart is gonna
put me out to pasture.

If that happens, there goes any chance

of finding out who k*lled your old man.

This wasn't a one-man show.

Someone with juice had to slip Kullen

the details on your sh**ting of Deacon.

Agreed, I'm being framed.
Question is, by who?

♪

[Siren wails, police radio chatter]

♪ I'ma go harder than them ♪
♪ I'ma go harder than them ♪

♪ Harder than who? ♪

♪ Harder than all of these... ♪

♪ I'm way more harder than them ♪

♪ Look at these...
how hard they pretend ♪

♪ Look how they actin',
they hardly as men ♪

♪ Who can you call when
it feels like the end? ♪

♪ Plus, you just
wishin' a real... win ♪

They get TV in here?

One channel.

Guy might not have had a cellphone.

Prisons have their own network.

[Grunts]

If we follow that air vent...

I bet we find Kullen's study buddy.

Kullen has had exactly zero visitors.

Means whoever gave Kullen
details about Frank's sh**ting

came from inside.

Most of the dudes doing
time up there know Frank.

I mean, he put enough of them in there.

Then there's always door number
... it came from our end.

Lockhart.

I don't think she'd go that far.

Unless you do.

Convict: I'm gonna suck your
eyeballs out of your head

and eat them, Frank.

I'm gonna cut you open

and use your lungs
for a toilet, princess.

Come on over here, man!

They get points for originality.

I put those two away back in ' ,

so they've had plenty of
time to think about it.

[Door lock buzzes in distance]

That cell there is opposite Kullen's.

What about you, old-timer?

You want to eat my spleen or something?

Yeah, maybe... if you mash it up first.

Pike: Frank Rourke.

Took you longer to get here
than I thought it would.

Am I supposed to know you?

You k*lled my brother.

I k*lled a lot of brothers.

Deke... was my brother.

Different moms.

Sorry for your loss.

Wait. No, I'm not.

I knew you'd find your way up here

once Kullen started telling
everyone you sh*t the wrong guy.

Ah. [Chuckles]

Because how the hell
would he get his hands

on all the details of your report?

You see, the thing is, Frank,

I have people...

everywhere.

As a matter of fact, as
soon as you hit this tier,

two of my people checked
themselves out of the infirmary.

They were put in there by
Kullen during his job interview.

Now, here's where it
gets real interesting...

because, by now, my two
people are in the control room.

I don't like where this is going.

You see, neither one of us are
gonna leave this prison alive, Frank.

We're both doing life sentences.

Frank.

Difference is... your sentence
is about to end in seconds.

[Doors clanking]

[Beeping]

[Laughs]

- Yes!
- Whoo!

[Indistinct shouting]

[Doors clanking]

Guard: Back in your cells now!

Tell me you have a plan.

[Indistinct shouting]

"Plan" is probably too strong a word!

However, I do have a
strong will to live!

Kyle: That's a good place to start!

[Indistinct shouting]

Plans are overrated.

[Indistinct shouting]

[Shouting stops]

You want to tell us about Kullen?

You think you can get me a
few cans of Cheez Whiz in here?

Most guys want heroin or something.

Ooh! No, Cheez Whiz... family-size.

You got it.

Kullen wasn't like
anybody else in this place.

Let me guess. Didn't do it?

Ah, it wasn't like that.

He never denied k*lling that guy.

Never said a word at his trial,
neither, from what I heard.

You know, most cons, they...
They talk about something

or someone out there.

Not Kullen. He knew how to jail.

Found him a nice little
vacation spot right in there.

And there he stayed.

Until?

Till a couple of weeks ago.

He saw something on the news...
Something that scared him.

And this guy didn't scare.

Kullen say what it was?

I think it was the wildfire.

You know, the big one
a couple of weeks back.

Sand Fire?

It was like somebody hit
him with a cattle prod.

Said he had to get out of
here. Nothing else would do.

So... I sent him to Pike.

Why would Kullen be
afraid of a wildfire?

Same reason anybody has...
Afraid of losing something.

[Door lock buzzes in distance]

Or someone.

Cheez Whiz... family-size.

You heard the man.

Reporter: The Sand Fire continues
to burn in Santa Clarita,

although fire officials have just said

that it is about % contained,

which is good news for
our local residents.

The fire is predominantly
moving to the north-northwest

and working its way into
the residences, but it is...

[Wolf snarls]

Kullen got himself
transferred out of Pelican Bay

to L.A. County Jail,

where he promptly
busted out this morning.

Can't be a coincidence.

No, it's not.

[Inhales sharply]

Kullen saw the same footage we did.

Reporter: Firefighters
are trying to expand...

Her hair was longer
then, but I'm telling you,

that's Kullen's wife.

Kid must be his, too.
She's about the right age.

Fire must have smoked them out.

Whoo! [Chuckles] This... This is a gift.

I got feelers out, boss.

[Wolf snarling]

Feelers?

Kullen robbed me of a million dollars.

[Chuckles]

Do you know how much Indian
blood I got, Mr. Thorpe?

You know? He looks...

/ [Sighs]...

which barely entitles
me to tribal benefits,

such as running this fine
gaming establishment here.

. %.

_

It's a thimbleful.

But do you know what?

The whole thimble is
right here in my heart.

Ugh!

You call yourself an
Indian? Track her, find them.

Put your ear to the ground.

Call on the hoodoo of the Great
Spirit we're so famous for.

And when you find them,

you bring the kid back
here to my teepee...

like little Natalie
Wood in "The Searchers."

When Kullen finds out
that we've got her,

you can bet your red ass
the convict son of a bitch

is gonna come searching for her.

See, we don't have to
find the damn money.

Kullen will bring it here.

He'll drop it at our feet...
like a collie with a dead bird.

Then... our dear friend Mr. Kullen

can watch while I feed his young'un

to General George Armstrong Custer here.

[Wolf growls] After
that... I'll k*ll him.

[Traffic passing, horns honking]

Kullen's got the information
about your sh**ting from Pike.

We ought to take that to Lockhart.

It won't make any difference.

Kullen's given her a sworn statement
saying he k*lled Julia Kiefer.

[Sighs]

Unless he changes his
testimony, I can't prove jack.

But you're being set up.

You still don't get it, do you?

Lockhart's got me in her gunsights.

[Scoffs] What happened with you two?

She keeps a photo of you, her,
and my dad on her office desk.

I've seen it.

You guys must have been
tight at some point.

The three of us worked CRASH together...

back when we all had the
same idea about policing.

What changed?

It wasn't me and Billy,
I can tell you that.

Lockhart's always had
her eye on the th floor.

Only politics doesn't cut
it out here on the street.

Start looking over your
shoulder for somebody

who's supposed to be watching your back,

sooner or later, its
gonna get you k*lled.

You blame her?

What happened to your
dad... was the last straw.

So, I found the reason

Kullen never offered
a defense at his trial.

Chief Jimmy Wade.

years ago, Kullen and
his partner, Eddie Wyatt,

robbed Wade's casino.

hours later, Wyatt ends up dead...

Mauled by Reggie Nighthorse.

He was a professional problem-solver

in the employ of Chief Jimmy Wade.

Wade had a lot of problems.
Nighthorse made them go away.

Tommy: But after he kills Wyatt,

Nighthorse doesn't find any
of the stolen casino loot.

So he goes after Kullen next.

Only Kullen turns out to be
more than Nighthorse can handle.

Kullen k*lled him. That's how
he ended up in Pelican Bay.

So, Kullen stashed the
casino money somewhere,

and now he's come back for it.

But why now? What happened?

The Sands Fire is what happened.

Wherever Kullen stashed
that casino cash,

the Sands Fire exposed it somehow.

Wade would know about
Kullen's escape by now.

He's probably got people
out there looking for him.

Lockhart bought Kullen's
so-called confession

'cause she wanted it to be true.

Kullen sold it by incorporating

some of his own personal story into it.

Same way an undercover would.

My guess is, there's a woman
he loved in that story...

A woman who was forced
out of hiding by the fire.

Kullen didn't bury that
money somewhere out there.

He gave it to her... someone
he knew he could trust.

It means, whoever she is,
Wade's hunting her, too.

We'll take care of you. Step right
up. Would you like some water?

Okay, thank you. Hi. Can I help you?

Hi. yeah, I'm looking for
my sister-in-law and niece.

I haven't heard from
them since yesterday.

What's her name?

Lauren.

Oh, I remember them.

They were loaded onto
the buses this morning.

Headed where?

Los Angeles.
: : , --] : : ,
Hi.

[Sighs]

You looking for this?

k*lling me is not gonna help you.

Wade is still gonna scalp
your old lady and your kid,

and he's got the resources
to find them before you can.

You know, I think you're right.

I need to k*ll Wade first.

But as long as I'm here...

[g*nshots]

Safe journey.

♪ Cockroaches and the rat... ♪

♪ Unh ♪

♪ Hand-me-downs with the patches ♪

♪ Mama put a little
money in the mattress ♪

♪ Kwame K... Long live the chief ♪

Val: Dead guy is Rick Thorpe,
one of Jimmy Wade's hatchet men.

File that under "live by the sword."

Rick here is a person of extreme
interest in several homicides.

So, what was he doing there?

Guessing he didn't come
to pass out blankets.

Volunteer at the
shelter said that Thorpe

was asking after a woman and a kid.

She told him that she thought
they got on a bus to L.A.

earlier in the day.

He was hunting them... for Wade.

Well, didn't work out for him.

Look, Kullen learned
about Frank's sh**ting

from some Aryan Brother named Pike.

He slipped Kullen the details.

It was all part of an
elaborate escape plan.

Would help if we could prove that.

What more proof do you need?

[Scoffs] You're asking me what I need.

This... This was never
my show to begin with.

I didn't volunteer for
this duty. I got drafted.

Lockhart is the one
you need to convince.

What I do know is, if you want
to get her off your boss' back,

you need to bring Kullen in... alive.

Heard from Thorpe?

He's no longer of this world.

Stop with the "Game of Thrones" crap.

What happened?

He was sh*t.

Kullen?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Warriors, my ass.

We do have a break.

A deputy sheriff had a bad
weekend at a blackjack table.

Gave me this...

Screen capture from
County Jail security video.

Who is it?

Butler. The guy Kullen switched
bracelets with to get out.

Take George Custer
here to do his business.

Then you go find this Butler guy.

Oh, my God!

Dude, no, no, no, I didn't
say a word to anyone!

- Relax, relax.
- I swear!

What are you doing here? I-I don't...

Don't take this the wrong way,
but I had nowhere else to go.

You obviously live
alone. You got a camera?

My phone... megapix... Is that blood?

Not mine.

Wait. You're not gonna rob the casino?

No, been there, done that.
Just make the I.D., Brad.

Sure.

And I'm gonna need another shirt.

[Sighs]

I, uh, I never learned how.

This...

Right. Thanks.

You, uh, saved me from
getting my ass kicked.

Right. I need one more favor.

It's a big one.

Go get my wife and kid.
I know where they are.

Lockhart: That's two
murders in as many days,

and we're still no
closer to catching Kullen.

Kullen or Frank?

I mean the k*ller loose on
the streets of Los Angeles.

What was so different back then?

Other than having no proof?

Frank had friends at Parker
Center looking out for him.

Is that all?

It was a different department.

And I'm not necessarily proud of that.

But I am proud of being
part of what we've become,

and so should you, which
is why we need Kullen.

[Knock on door]

Coming!

[Knocking continues]

Thorpe was looking for a
woman traveling with a kid.

Kullen k*lled Thorpe to protect them.

But according to the logs,

Kullen never had a single visitor

the entire time he was in prison.

If Kullen gave them the
money from the casino heist,

he would have put them into hiding

to protect them from
Wade. How old is the girl?

Witness said , .

[Sighs] Kullen's probably
never even seen his daughter.

If Kullen finds his family,
they're all in the wind.

If Wade doesn't find them first.

Kullen's not gonna wait
for Wade to find them.

He's gonna take the fight to Wade.

Come on.

You guys go sit on the chief's house

in case our boy shows up there.

Chief... he's here.

Son of a bitch.

[Beep]

We have a level-
security risk, hallway A.

I want him alive.

Hey!

Kullen sure is determined.
I'll give him that.

Of course he is.

Mr. Kullen has waited years for this.

[Taser crackling]

Whoo-hoo!

Like a hot Kn*fe through butter.

Each one of those security
guys are fired, by the way.

They're not worth the
pinch of a dry turd.

And they can kiss my ass

if they think they're getting
one nickel of workman's comp.

Don't worry.

Kullen will never get out of here alive.

Hell, don't you think Kullen knows that?

Determination.

That brave knows this
is a one-way trip.

Hókahé!

You thieving bastard.

Today is a good day to die.

[g*ns cocking]

What took you so long, son?

[Breathing heavily]

Now, boy, time has come for
you to go get me my money.

Let's hope, for their sake,

that the warm winds
are at your backside.

Go on.

Freeze.

I'm unarmed.

Wade has my wife and daughter.

He's going to k*ll them.

[Sighs]

No, he's not...

'cause we're not gonna let that happen.

[Knock on door]

Wade... I'm coming in.

[g*ns cock]

What the hell is this?

Woman and her daughter walk right now...

or I blow his brains
out all over your office,

and you never get your money.

[Chuckling]

What do you know, boys? Got
ourselves a genuine powwow.

[Chuckles]

All right, you got a deal.

Ladies... free to go.

You know what my grandfather
used to say to me?

"It is better to have
less thunder in your mouth

than lightning in your hand."

Grandfather sounds like a funny guy.

Know what mine used to say?

"It's hard out here for a pimp."

You know, on second thought,
it's only a million bucks.

k*ll them, boys.

No!

No!
: : , --] : : ,
Are you hit?
: : , --] : : ,
I'm okay! Go!
: : , --] : : ,
[Indistinct conversations]
: : , --] : : ,
Guys!
: : , --] : : ,
Everybody down!
: : , --] : : ,
It's a good day to die, boys!
: : , --] : : ,
[Indistinct shouting]
: : , --] : : ,
Be ready for your Little Bighorn, boys!
: : , --] : : ,
I'm gonna get around behind him.
: : , --] : : ,
Cover on .
: : , --] : : ,
!
: : , --] : : ,
[g*nf*re]
: : , --] : : ,
[g*n clicks]
: : , --] : : ,
[g*nf*re]
: : , --] : : ,
Ugh!
: : , --] : : ,
[Moaning]
: : , --] : : ,
[g*n cocks]
: : , --] : : ,
[Squish] [Crowd gasps]

[Gasping]

Hókahé.

I guess today was a good day to die.

[Siren wails]

Lopes: Are you saying,
under oath, Mr. Kullen,

that you gave a false admission

in regards to the
m*rder of Julia Kiefer?

Yes, ma'am.

And that the pertinent
details you received

in regards to Detective
Rourke's sh**ting of Ryan Deacon

were with the sole purpose of
aiding and abetting your escape?

That is correct.

Anything else you'd like to add?

Yeah, I'd like to apologize
to Detective Rourke for...

putting him in this mess.

You see, the truth is, the
reason I could use him as bait

is because he put half the
guys in Pelican Bay up there.

It wasn't personal.

Told you it was a good sh**t.

I think Lockhart just puked a Pontiac.

Ha!

If you want to take a
minute, now is the time.

Hold on a sec, sweetie.

I was... No.

No. I was gonna get
both of you out of town.

We belong here... with you.

I'm sorry... for all of it.

I'm not.

She's beautiful.

She looks just like you.

Ready to meet her?

[Sighs]

Come here, Grace.

I'm Grace.

That is a very pretty name.

Do you know what it means?

Grace is when God gives you something,

even though you don't deserve it.

Are you guys all policemen?

That's right, honey.

We all work together.

[Sighs]

And I'm sorry, sweetheart,
but... I have to go.

Okay.

But can you come back sometime?

I will be counting the days.

Wait!

He can keep you company until then.

[Chuckles]

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too, Grace.

[Sighs]

I chose that name for you.

You're the gift from
God that I don't deserve.

But I promise you that I
will work the rest of my life

to become a man that does.

I don't know, Frank...

but somehow I think maybe you're
getting soft in your old age.

[Scoffs]

[Chuckles]

[Footsteps approaching]

You do know, the older you
get, the more you look like him?

[Chuckles]

I know what it's like to grow
up without a father, but...

for the first time,

I'm beginning to understand
how my old man felt, too.

Can't hold yourself responsible for that

or what happened to him.

[Cellphone buzzes]

What is it? [Beep]

- Aw, it's work stuff.
_

Uh, t-they're trying to pull
the serial numbers off the key.

Are you going to chase it?

I have to.

You already made the choice...

[Sighs] ... for the both of us.

Look, I love you, Kyle...

but it is not fair to
bring a child into this.

[Sighs]

Not until you can put
his m*rder behind you.

[Breathing heavily]

["Cowboy Song" plays]

♪ I am just a cowboy ♪

♪ Lonesome on the trail ♪

♪ Lord, I'm just thinkin'... ♪

So, this is the place all
those tax dollars pay for.

Ordinarily, we make people
use a password to get in here.

You forget, I still outrank you.

"Still" being the operative word, right?

As in, "I still have my badge."

If you're expecting an apology,
I'm not here to give you one.

You being here is an apology.

You justified Deacon's k*lling

because you challenged him to draw,

not because you could prove
he committed the m*rder.

Meaning what, exactly?

Getting off and getting it right

aren't the same things, Frank.

And big balls aren't an
acceptable substitute

for sound judgment.

[Sighs]

Well, let's just agree to disagree.

♪ Up and down... ♪

I was wrong today.

♪ Up and down ♪

But we both know I'm
not wrong about you.

You know, we used to
have a lot in common, Joy.

Here's to what's left of it.

♪ Roll me over and set me free ♪

♪ The cowboy's life is the life for me ♪

♪