03x09 - Alpha Dog

[bunniefuu]

BOB LEE: Previously on "sh**t"...

SAM: Your daddy made a video confession.

He was a major when I knew him.

EARL: His name is Ray Brooks.

[GRUNTS]

Brooks has quietly been working

his way up from DA

and now the federal bench.

You worked with Atlas for years.

What's their end game?

What's the final check

- on absolute power?
- The Supreme Court.

ANDREW: Ladies and gentlemen,
our next chief justice

of the Supreme Court, Ray Brooks.

[APPLAUSE]

You're DOJ. Tell me what you want.

Atlas. We can work together.

HARRIS: Mr. Gold.
It's about the Alpha Boys.

Social media makes it a lot easier

to be a r*cist these days.

Don't ever try to blackmail anyone.

You suck at it.

Earl Swagger's evidence

might be in play too.

- Where are you with the card?
- RAY: They broke into Titan.

NADINE: This thing decrypts
real-time locations

on Congress, the Cabinet, everybody.

JACK: What do you want?

Get me off that list.

- Do you have the card?
- Give me hours.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

ISAAC: We gotta get out of here now.

Lin! Lin!

They k*lled my wife.
There's no running from that.

[BOTH MEN GRUNTING]

Sam, can you hear me?

He took a turn for the worse. I'm sorry.

[CRYING] I miss you already.

RED JR.: The Swaggers
ain't worth dying over.

Junior.

Soon everyone will know
it was his mistake

that might cost us everything.

Russo, you can't be asking me to do this.

He's my son.

[SINISTER MUSIC]

♪

JULIE: What are you
gonna do about Junior?

I don't know yet. [SIGHS]

But I'm gonna do something.

[BOTH MEN GRUNTING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

- Tell me where he is!
- I don't know, man.

Is that piece of sh*t Junior
worth more to you than your eye?

No one's heard from him
since yesterday, I swear.

[GAGGING]

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

[COUGHS]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

Voicemail again.

Let me take a wild guess
and say Swagger's screening.

Junior's probably running scared.

His dad probably already
got him out of the country.

Well, somewhere they don't
have an extradition treaty.

If Bob Lee wants him that bad,
that's not gonna stop him.

[BOTH MEN GRUNTING]

♪

[SCREAMS] All right, all right!

West Haynes! Big house at
the end of the street!

You'd better not be lying!

'Cause I don't mind going another round!

It's his place, man, no bullshit.

Earl's confession might not be enough.

Whatever happened in Laos
was covered up a long time ago.

We know how Atlas works.

Even if we came forward with Earl's tape,

it would be the word
of a dead man against that of

a future chief justice
of the Supreme Court.

They're gonna act like
Brooks is getting swift-boated.

CARLITA: Yeah, and they'll
have Edie Poole on TV

in three seconds flat
telling the world about

her affair with Earl.

By the time they're done,
Swagger's dad will

look like he's the villain.

Does Brooks have the votes
he needs to get confirmed?

- Uh, not yet.
- Why? What are you thinking?

Atlas will need to swing those
senators voting against him.

Not Atlas' style.

They'll eliminate those senators.

We stop that,

we stop the confirmation
hearing altogether,

force Brooks to take himself
out of the equation.

Run right at him.

Wait, why would he do that voluntarily?

Start with Earl's video tape
and then move on from there.

- Move on to what?
- We get Brooks out,

there's no way Atlas has
a backup justice in the wings.

The op will die.

We're gonna need Brooks' schedule.

You guys are talking about
blackmailing a Supreme Court nominee.

Do you want to help, or do you
want to keep asking questions?

Technically, I can do both.

- Harris.
- Okay.

I'll look up Brooks'
public appearance schedule.

What are we gonna do about Bob Lee?

Let him do what he needs to do.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

JULIE: Hey.

Hey.

[FAUCET HALTS]

You doing okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[KISSES]

I ordered lilies for Sam's funeral.

He always loved them.

You still wanna help me with the eulogy?

Can you handle it?

Yeah, just, uh...

I guess tell me which Psalm
you want to read.

I don't know. rd?

That's what they always do, right?

Bob Lee, come... come on.

Honey, I'm dealing with this my way.

How? By b*ating the sh*t

out of random guys?

How is that dealing with it?

There's nothing random about it.

Look, Red Bama is never going to

let you get near his son.

I'm not asking him.

What do you want me to do
about the eulogy?

I get to Red Junior in time,
I'll read his confession.

[KISSES]

[UNEASY MUSIC]

♪

RED SR.: As I recall, you have
an office in the White House.

What are we doing meeting like

a couple of sh*t-heel gangbangers?

ANDREW: Well, this is
my personal vehicle,

surveillance-proof, and
a hell of a lot less conspicuous

than the two of us walking
into a SCIF.

We're all very thankful
for your sacrifice, Red.

No one ever questioned
your loyalty before,

and certainly no one ever will now.

Gold, if I liked the smell of bullshit,

I'd go back to the slaughterhouse.

I heard from Russo.

He wants you to take over the top spot,

see this thing through.

He and I agree, you should
take a run at Swagger.

Ah, we'd just be kicking
the hornet's nest.

Make him come after us that much harder.

Then what do you suggest?

Swagger's been running around West Texas

putting the hurt on my guys.

I dropped a few bread crumbs for him.

He'll come to me,

just won't know it.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[WATER RUNNING]

[FAUCET HALTS]

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

You were always quiet.

You were always clever.

It's been hours.

Do you have the card?

Not yet.

I spoke with Russo.

He said you're off the k*ll list

if you bring him the card.

He'll even let you back in the program.

What's my assurance?

His word.

That's what he's offering?

He knows you'll have a contingency plan

if he screws you over.

Yeah, he's got that right.

[SIGHS]

I thought you wanted to sit on an island,

read the classics.

My body is only wired to do one thing,

and it is not sitting on an island.

♪

[KISSES]

Carlita, if you don't have the card

the next time we talk,

our conversation will be a lot shorter.

[DISTANT LAWN MOWER BUZZING]

[MACHINE g*nf*re]

[MAN GROANING]

- MAN: I got you...
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- [CONTROLLERS CLACKING]
- MAN: Yeah...

[MEN LAUGHING, SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Yo. Yo!

Who the fu... are you?

BOB LEE: Front door was open.

- I'm here for Junior.
- What do you want with him?

Catch up on old times.

Hey, dude, that's Bob Lee Swagger.

- Who?
- He's like a w*r hero or something.

Yo, who cares?

What are you waiting for?
Mess him up, Tripp.

Yeah, Tripp. What are you waiting for?

[GRUNTS]

- MAN: Yo, man...
- MAN: Hold, hold, hold...

- MAN: Oh! [LAUGHING]
- MAN: You see that sh*t?

- [TRIPP GRUNTS]
- Some nice friends you got here.

- [BLOW LANDS]
- [GROANS]

- [ALL LAUGHING]
- Where's Junior?

We're meeting him at
the Fraternal Alpha Society

before the march.

Where? What march?

- D.C.
- It's white pride, man.

You should check it out.

It's not the kind of thing I march for.

- [MEN CHUCKLING]
- MAN: All right.

MAN: Yeah...

ISAAC: Secret Service put
a detail on a SCOTUS nominee.

Atlas making sure Brooks is safe.

No way we're getting past them.

ISAAC: We might not have to.

What are you thinking?

You know who didn't have
all that security on him?

Gold.

Harris tried to push Gold.

I ain't Harris.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

- [DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
- MARY: Crepes for dinner?

You can't have anything with sugar...

[GASPS] Daddy!

There's a mouse in the house!

- How are you, girl?
- I'm good.

Aunt Anne said next time I stay with her,

we're going roller skating.

Oh, yeah?

Got your blue suit cleaned for you.

What's the bag for?

No, Bob Lee, absolutely not.

- [SIGHS]
- Mommy, what's wrong?

Nothing's wrong, sweetie.

Why don't you go play
in your room for a minute?

- Yeah, that's a good idea...
- JULIE: No, you know what?

Actually, I... I want you here.

I want you to hear this. You're leaving?

Are... are you ditching Sam's funeral?

No. But I got a lead on Red Junior.

[SCOFFS]

Tell me... tell me how
this is honoring Sam.

I'm honoring Sam by paying back Junior.

Why don't you let
the police handle it, Bob Lee?

'Cause you know the police won't do sh*t.

Sorry, sweetie.

- I gotta finish this.
- JULIE: Why?

Why this?

You... you don't even finish

anything around here for your family.

You can't even buy paint
for your daughter's room.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Sweetie, take care of
the horses for Daddy, all right?

[KISSES]

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

I'm sorry.

Sweetie, I'm sorry.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

ANDREW: Yes?

ISAAC: Mr. Gold, did I
catch you at a good time?

- Who's this?
- A friend of Earl Swaggers'.

What do you want?

ISAAC: To talk about Brooks
and what happened in Vietnam.

Well, not on the phone.

Okay. But you will talk to us?

ANDREW: Tonight. Midnight.

After the Capitol South train
stops runnin

ISAAC: See you then.

Atlas is all-in on Brooks.
Gold is the gatekeeper.

He won't go down without a fight.

Then let's bring it to him.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Slow and steady wins the race.

Where's Gold?

Man has an important job,

country to run,

sedition to subvert.

Lucky I still need you to finish this.

Otherwise I'd show you the same respect

you showed my driver.

Russo told me to send you a message.

Well, your message was
received loud and clear, son.

But if you ever cross me again,
I will bury you

in a pile of dirt and then
take a good long piss on it.

I understand you have an update
on our missing Titan card.

I have an angle,
an old friend with access.

Didn't take you as a man
who would have friends.

An acquaintance, then.

Wasn't an insult, just an observation.

Next time I see you, bring the card.

[UNEASY MUSIC]

♪

Hey, man.

You look good.

Hey. I am so sorry about Sam.

Thanks.

Hey, what are you doing with my arsenal?

I'll bring it back,
with a little less a*mo.

Bob Lee, we've got to meet
with Gold in a couple hours.

We could use you on overwatch.

- I'm here for Junior.
- Where's he, uh, hiding out?

Some white nationalists
called the Alpha Boys.

- Got a club near Georgetown.
- NADINE: Where'd you hear that?

I asked the right guy.

I'm not sure you're thinking straight.

I've never been so clear about something.

Charging into the Alpha Boys'
place with g*ns blazing?

You have no idea what
you're getting yourself into.

Well, then tell me. I'm all ears.

Before Atlas put me on their k*ll list,

I heard they were funding
a bunch of alt-right groups.

I figured it was misinformation bullshit.

ISAAC: Except it wasn't.

We got confirmation that
Gold started the Alphas.

HARRIS: I... got...

confirmation. Doesn't matter.

So if Gold and Junior
are tied up with these guys,

there's gotta be more to it.

- Hmm.
- Bet it leads back to Brooks.

Means you could use overwatch.

I appreciate the concern,

but Junior and I need a come-to-Jesus.

They're tied up with Brooks.

Those Alpha Boys could be our best bet

in learning about
the att*ck on Washington.

I'm gonna do what I gotta do.

You guys should do the same.

The Gold meeting's a trap.

Cold feet? Sit it out.

They could bring , g*ns.

Hell, they could bring
a whole army for all you know.

I'll take my chances.

I... I get it, all right?
I know you don't trust me.

But trust I don't want you
taking a b*llet.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Either one of you.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[BILLIARDS CLACKING]

♪

- Junior around?
- Who's asking?

♪

This is a members-only club.
You need to leave.

[TENSE MUSIC]

- MAN: Hey, hey, whoa...
- CHIP: He's not here, man.

You a cop or something?

- I got rights.
- Shut up.

Turn around.

♪

Junior, where is he?

Swagger, right? Saw you on the video.

Nice takedown. It's all over chan.

[LAUGHS] Look at him go down.

What a cuck.

So why do you want Bama Junior?
You gonna work him over too?

What if I were to say yes?

I'd say that's no way to treat the man

that pays for all of this.

Then I'd ask if I can watch.
Can't stand the guy.

But he's not here.

Well, when will he be back?

♪

I'm gonna look around.

Why don't you leave your number?

I'll call you when he gets back.

I'm not in a rush.

This is private property.

- Don't make me call the police.
- Go ahead.

I got a few friends on the force.

Listen, we don't need you
stirring sh*t up.

This is an important place
to a lot of people.

Yeah, well, I'm not one of 'em.

PETE: It's our sanctuary, man.

Any time you say something these days,

somebody b*tches about it
on social media.

They say you're not
intersectional enough.

Intersectional is for betas.

The hell are you talking about?

We're about saving our heritage,

honoring our ancestors who came here

and created this country.

- Maybe you should try it out.
- [SCOFFS]

I'm not joining your man club.

PETE: Yo, Nathon!

It's Bob Lee Swagger.

Nathon's a vet too.

Swagger. Ex-Marine, right?

Former Marine. You?

- Navy Seal.
- Oh, yeah?

- What BUDS class were you?
- That's classified.

BUDS classes are not classified.

An actual Navy Seal would know that.

You do push-ups like
you're in the Navy, though.

All your members full of sh*t?

Nathon's got it where it counts.

You mean he's white.
That's what matters to us.

- Open it.
- Don't have a key.

It's Junior's storage room.

I have no idea what kind
of sh*t he keeps in there.

Call him.

♪

Yo, Junior. It's me.

Get your ass down here, man.

It's fight night, and we might have

a new member getting in the ring.

I told you, man, I'm not
joining whatever this sh*t is.

You don't get to fight him.

- Who?
- Our reigning champ.

Nathon.

The Navy Seal.

Whoever wins fights Junior.

[VIDEO GAME SQUEAKING]

Hey... hey, just waiting
for everybody else to check in.

Relax, Harris.

"Flock O'Clock's" addictive.

- Do you play?
- Yep.

Okay. What level are you on?

- Just got to nine.
- Ugh, nice.

I'm stuck at three.

Those harp seals eat me every time.

I know these last couple of weeks
must have been hard on you.

I mean, I know you're more
of a spreadsheet kind of guy.

[SCOFFS] I mean... you know,

everybody around here acts
like this is all normal.

And maybe it is to them, but not for me.

And, you know, obviously now
I see that Hayes was involved,

but when I was working
for him I had no idea.

Like, literally no idea.
It's just... it's...

- It's a lot.
- It's a lot!

[SIGHS]

I've seen so many dead people
in the last couple of days,

and I sh*t this guy's face off.

I didn't... I didn't mean to,
but it was all...

Anyway, my, uh...

Acid reflux is worse than it's
been since law school, so...

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Just, uh, a little light-headed.

Uh...

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Oh... oh, easy does it.

Oh... okay.

Sweet dreams, buddy.

♪

[DEVICE BEEPS]

I need us to be clear on something.

Promise me you won't sh**t Gold.

Can't do that.

You sh**t a high-echelon
staffer like that,

we'll have the entire U.S.
government on our asses.

Maybe Gold had nothing
to do with k*lling Lin.

Maybe he did.

Isaac, you sh**t him, you're on your own.

You wanted to talk?

Let's talk.

EARL: His name is Ray Brooks.

He was a major when I knew him.

But two months ago, he was appointed

to the federal appellate.

Earl told an interesting
story about how Brooks

k*lled a man over some heroin

and that he did it for Atlas.

Or Phoenix, or whatever
you guys called it back then.

Ray Brooks is a good man

and a brilliant judge.

God knows he's not the only one to have

done terrible things in Vietnam.

But he's made up for it
by serving his country.

You don't have the votes, Gold.

You don't know how persuasive I can be.

ISAAC: Take Brooks out of play
or this video goes viral.

It'll be all you see for months.

It's too bad.

I like you two.

[TENSE MUSIC BUILDS]

[MACHINE g*nf*re]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

NADINE: Isaac!

[g*nf*re]

[GRUNTS]

♪

- Going somewhere?
- Johnson.

What are you doing here?

Go find a hole, a deep, dark one,

and eat the barrel of your g*n
like I know you want to.

I'll pass.

ANDREW: Why?

That would give you what you want.

Quality time with your wife.

- [GRUNTS]
- NADINE: Isaac!

Isaac, no!

- [BLADE SLICES]
- [GROANS]

[GAGGING]

♪

♪

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[Kn*fe CLICKS]

♪

[LOCK CLICKS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[LIGHT BULB CLINKS]

sh*t.

[PHOTO SNAPS]

- Hey.
- Yo.

PETE: What are you doing in here?

Just looking for a mouthpiece.

- Fight's about to start.
- Yeah?

- Junior?
- Oh, he'll be here.

ISAAC: Gold was behind the hit on Lin.

I did what I needed to do.

Gold was worth more to us alive.

He was Atlas. He had to die.

That simple, huh?

- It is for me.
- Yeah, well,

it's a little more complicated
for the rest of us.

That's bullshit.

You want Atlas dead and buried
as much as I do.

What, so you're my shrink now?

Tell me I'm wrong.

There's a lot of good
we can do with Atlas' money.

You trying to be the new Gregson?

Why not?

That organization can't be controlled

any more than a wild dog.

- Listen, Nadine...
- Don't bother.

What's done is done.
Now you'll have to live with it.

We need to get off the road now.

D.C.'s gonna be on lockdown

once they find out Gold's been k*lled.

Wouldn't worry much.

Atlas always cleans up after itself.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

♪

[FLAMES ROARING]

♪

[expl*si*n BOOMS]

[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

All right, so...

There aren't a lot of rules.

I didn't imagine there was.

And don't be afraid to tap out.

Nathon was Texas Golden Gloves .

I bet.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

MAN: Make sure you get it in his eyes.

♪

All right!

Let's do it!

[MEN CHEERING, SHOUTING]

- MAN: Get him!
- [INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Give him a hook!

Yeah!

- [BLOW LANDS]
- [GRUNTS]

[BLOWS LANDING]

[CROWD CHEERS]

MAN: Get him!

[PANTING ECHOES]

- [BLOW LANDS]
- [GRUNTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Come on, Swagger!
Show him "Bob the Nailer"!

[GRUNTING]

[PANTING]

- [BLOWS LAND]
- [GRUNTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[KICK LANDS] [CROWD CHEERS]

[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC]

♪

[BLOW LANDS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[GRUNTS]

[BLOWS LAND]

Take him out, Bob Lee!

End that son of a bitch!

♪

[GRUNTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Yeah!

We got us a winner, boys!

[CROWD CHEERING]

- ANNE: You can't sleep?
- JULIE: I wish.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[DRINK POURS]

[SPOON CLINKING]

Here you go.

Best big sister in the world,
you know that?

I know. [SOFT CHUCKLE]

You can't keep going on like this.

And neither can Mary.

She's asking me why her daddy
is so angry all the time.

You don't think I know that?

You know it, but you let him
get away with it anyway?

[SCOFFS] It's how Bob Lee's always been.

I mean, I... I...

I know he hasn't changed
since the day I met him.

But you have.

You deserve more from him.

And it's... it's time he gave it to you.

It's not that easy. [SNIFFLES]

It's like he's not even here.

Even when he is.

Maybe it's time.

Maybe it's time to make a change.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]

[SOBS]

[GRUNTS]

You knew Junior wasn't coming.

You wasted my time.

Well, last chance.

Where is he?

I haven't heard from him in two days.

[TENSE MUSIC]

God's honest truth.

[GRUNTS]

BOB LEE: Get off... [GRUNTING]

♪

I understand you're looking for my son.

Have you seen Harris? Carlita?

- No.
- Got this from Bob Lee.

That's a whole lot of Semtex.
He on the way back here?

I haven't heard from him
since he sent this photo.

Phone's going straight to voicemail.

Let's go get him.

If the Alpha Boys have expl*sives,

they probably have the firepower
to defend themselves.

Who do you think
gets sh*t in that scenario?

We need backup.

[PHONE RINGING]

[PHONE BEEPS]

Where the hell have you been?

sh*t's hitting the fan.

Cops just found a burnt-to-sh*t
car near the Potomac.

There was a body inside.

Word is it's Andrew Gold.

MARGO: They're gonna spin it
as a su1c1de,

but I'm more of a cynic.

Atlas cleaning up after themselves.

I need a favor, a team.

- Where?
- NADINE: The Alpha Society.

Bob Lee found a bunch
of Semtex at their place.

Clearly, they're planning something.

I'm gonna text you a photo.
We're heading there now.

MARGO: Do not enter those
premises, do you copy?

[PHONE BEEPS]

- Nadine?
- [PHONE DINGS]

sh*t.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

I heard that you took care of

that big ole bullshitter, Nathon.

Good on you.

You know how he spells his name?

[SIGHS] N-A-T-H... O-N.

Never trust a man who changes
the spelling of his name

just to stand out.

I was never much for t*rture.

Doesn't work for sh*t.

The intel is always
clouded with nonsense.

- [BLOW LANDS]
- [GRUNTS]

- Still...
- [GROANS]

There is something invigorating

about breaking a man.

[CHOKED] Good.

I have something to look forward to

when I find your shitbag son.

Sorry to disappoint.

Junior's dead.

But...

He didn't die for nothing.

Well, you got me.

I'd give you some applause
if I could use my hands.

Some of us don't need accolades

or shiny objects pinned to our chest.

We do the work because it is our duty.

Shouldn't that duty
include protecting your son?

He was a casualty of w*r.

All right, so is this
the part where you tell me

he was a fine young man
and not a complete fu... up?

- [BLOW LANDS]
- Oh!

[GROANS]

I am a true believer, Swagger.

I always have been.

God. Country.

And I know my Constitution
as well as I know my Bible.

So when my own flesh and blood
put my country at risk,

I didn't hesitate.

Jesus.

You k*lled him?

You're damn right I did.

- [BLOW LANDS]
- [GRUNTS, HISSES]

But you're the reason he's dead.

What are you talking about?

He was trying to prove himself to me

by getting Bob Lee Swagger.

Pride has a way
of warping men's thinking.

It's how I convince
those fellas downstairs

to fill tiki torches with expl*sives,

by telling them that they were losers

because of people
who don't look like them

instead of the actual truth,

which is, they're losers.

And you're using them to create an att*ck

on American soil.

You're a traitor.

♪

You can learn a lot about anatomy

when you slaughter cattle for a living.

You begin to understand
how a body fits together.

Makes it that much easier to take apart.

[BONE CRUNCHES] [GRUNTS]

[PAINED GROANING]

I'm gonna k*ll you.

[LAUGHS] No, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't understand

where you fit into God's plan, boy.

Men like me give the orders;
men like you follow them.

♪

[GROANING]

Your father didn't get it, either.

- [BONES CRUNCH]
- [SCREAMS]

[PAINED GRUNT]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

- What do you want?
- An answer.

And you give me that,
and I will put you down

as quick as I would a good bull.

Who else knows about the Alphas?

[GROANS]

You are a truthful man.

Honorable, even.

But you've lost your way.

And that's why you're
strapped to this chair.

Because the only time
you know who you are

is when you're behind the long g*n.

- Did you k*ll him?
- I already told you I did.

Not your son.

My father.

Oh.

Wish I could say yes.

Maybe your father can tell you
who did it when you see him.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

You are one stubborn son of a bitch.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Who knows about the Alphas
and the expl*sives?

Whoa.

This is the
Fraternal Alpha Society, right?

Yes, it is. You lost?

No. Sign me up.

I heard you're looking for new members.

We are, but, um...

I don't think you're really
what we're looking for.

Hey. I'm a patriot.

And I'm angry too. I love our country.

Right. But you're...

You know.

[LAUGHS] I'm just fu... ing with you.

Get on the ground now.

- Now!
- [BONE CRUNCHES]

- [YELPS]
- Everybody, get down!

- [MEN SHOUTING]
- MAN: Get down! Get down!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

MARGO: FBI!

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

NADINE: Bob Lee?

[MEN SHOUTING]

- MAN: Why you sitting down?
- MAN: Lie down...

Come on.

♪

- g*n!
- [PISTOLS FIRE]

Jesus, Bob Lee.

I'm all right.

[Kn*fe FLICKS]

- [Kn*fe FLICKS]
- [GROANS]

[SOFT MUSIC]

[CREAKING]

♪

You got it.

You look surprised.

I shouldn't be. You always came through.

And Russo always took that for granted.

I'm happy I won't have to k*ll you.

Yeah. Me too.

You should bring a coat.
It's cold outside.

Where are we going?

You wanted to see Russo.

I'm taking you to him.

♪

[INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENTS]

ISAAC: So you're not gonna shut 'em down?

MARGO: For what?
All we got are a couple of

unregistered firearms
and an illegal fighting ring.

Bob Lee had that photo of Semtex.

It wasn't there. The torches were empty.

Look, my neck is
on the block here already.

ISAAC: And if they pull off
a domestic terror att*ck,

your head is gonna roll.

MARGO: Your buddy went in there
without a search warrant.

I kick this up the food chain,

a dislocated shoulder will be
the least of his worries.

- Still nothing from Harris?
- Nothing from Carlita either.

sh*t.

What's our next move?

Expose Brooks.

Still our only chance to stop the att*ck.

But we can't do it alone.

[QUIET DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[GRUNTS]

♪

[PHONE BEEPS]

[SIGHS]

[LINE TRILLING]

[PHONE RINGING]

♪

Hey. What'd the doctor say?

I'll be in a sling for a few days.

Why wasn't the raid on the news?

BOB LEE: There wasn't anyone to arrest.

♪

Jules, I don't know
if I'm gonna make it in time.

I didn't expect you would.

BOB LEE: Well, honey, I had to do this.

No, you didn't.

You wanted to.

It's different.

All right, well, I'll get on a plane

as soon as they'll let me.

I'll be home soon.

Don't.

♪

What?

Don't come home.

Not until you're ready to stay.

♪

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪