01x10 - 10-13

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on East New York...
- Whoa, whoa.

Arliss Gruen,
Drug Enforcement Administration.

'Cause we're going after a Mexican
drug cartel supplying the Santiagos.

I've got an undercover that's
gotten close them, Sean Dryden.

You used to be in Narcotics.

- You look me up?
- You didn't look me up?

Of course I did.

- What's that?
- Looked you up.

HAYWOOD: That's Napoleon Santiago.

(BEEPING)

Go time.

Police! Don't move!

Hands where I can see 'em.

I remember when you were just a kid.

Were you one of the cops that
tried to lock up my old man?

Your old man, your brother
Kiki, your cousins...

Yeah, you ain't have much
luck with any of 'em.

I got you, Napoleon. And they next.

SANDEFORD: I guess
if we were to try it again,

we'd probably screw it up again,
wouldn't we?

Probably.

But that's not a reason not to
give it a try.

BENTLEY: Sandeford, he knows.

I think we need to cool it.

I don't want to keep this a secret
any longer than we need to.

BENTLEY: You're training me to be a cop.

No, I'm training you to be like me.

If you're training me to be like you,

why don't you let me drive
every once in a while?

Think fast.

Want to drive? Let's go.

- You sit down over there, all excited.
- All right.

(ENGINE REVS)

- Who's got it better than us?
- Nobody.

What's up, man?

SANDEFORD: Bentley!

Oh, no.

(g*nf*re)

-, -, my partner's down!
Cop sh*t.

New Lots and Van Siclen.
Get a bus down here now!

Where you hit?

I got you.

Oh, I don't feel anything.

-, Sector David. Where's the bus?

Where's the bus?!

Hang in there, young man. I got you.

Hang in. Hey, hey, hey. Hey...

HAYWOOD: Bentley's being
transferred to Eastern Memorial.

YENKO: Tell me what you got.

Operations are
coordinating with Highway.

- What's his condition?
- We're responding to the scene now.

- One minute out.
- Any script on the perp?

The bus just left.

How did this happen?

-year-old male police officer.

g*nsh*t wound to the left abdomen.

Complaining of chest pains,
difficulty breathing.

BP /, pulse ox low... %.

Pulse thready, beats per minute.

Pulse dropping, cascading.

We need to intubate him.

Two units of negative O, stat.

Page Cardiothoracic
and get the OR ready.

Do you know who it is?

They're not saying.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Is this... Is this Andre's blood?

Where is he?

- Everything happened so fast.
- He's at the hospital.

Okay, I got to go.
I got to go over there.

I got to go over there.

Officer Quinlan, I need you
to focus your attention

on where it needs to be.
Can you do that?

Okay.

We need to get security camera footage

from the Belt to the Jackie
Robinson Parkway, east to west.

Uh, Detective, can you
get them started on that?

Yes, ma'am. You got it. Come on, guys.

You get a look at the sh**t?

- It was too quick.
- What about the car?

Tan. I think it had
a dent in the trunk lid.

SUAREZ: Yeah, I'm - on the scene.

Officer Sandeford, we're gonna need to
get you over to the hospital.

- I-I'm not hurt.
- You still got to get checked out.

I'm not hurt, Chief.

I got off around five or six
rounds at the vehicle.

I don't think I hit anything.

We got Crime Scene over here now.

They're gonna be wanting
to look at your g*n.

Luke?

Marvin, both of them.

Take Officer Sandeford
to the hospital, please.

YENKO: Nothing on the tags.

Not even a partial?

Plates were covered.
Family's been notified.

Father's in Japan on business,

the mother's the only one
presently in the New York area.

Highway is bringing her in.

How far out is she?

They got on the Saw Mill
about five minutes ago.

Have sector cars from the Bronx

shut down the Henry Hudson Parkway.

I pray that Bentley lives,

but if he dies, I want his
mother to make it in time.

♪ ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILING)

(WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.)

That's his mother.

Dr. Bentley, I'm Regina Haywood,

your son's commanding officer.

- John Suarez, Borough Commander.
- I would like to know

what my son's condition is.

He was sh*t. Uh, they're
still assessing the damage...

Ms. Haywood, I'm a doctor.

I would like to be told
by another doctor

in precise language
what my son's condition is.

I'll arrange for a doctor
to speak with you right now.

Thank you.

And we have a-a room for you
and your family right... it's this way.

(WOMAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.)

♪ ♪

All right, let me know.

Where are we on this?

We have a description out on the car.
So far, nothing.

Including chop shops
and stolen vehicle reports.

Check out which gangs frequent the area.

This could've been between them,
and Bentley

caught a stray b*llet.

We've checked with g*ng Intelligence.
They're looking at social media

to see if there's some kind
of g*ng beef going on.

What about personal?

MORALES: Personal to Bentley?

To Bentley or to Sandeford.

Well, Sandeford did say he usually is
the one to drive but this time

let Bentley take the wheel.

That bodega's a regular spot for them.

Somebody could have staked it out.

Did I already ask about
security camera footage?

Yeah, boss, I-I told you:

some of the cameras are working,
a lot of them don't.

Find something.

I have an update

on the condition
of the officer who was sh*t.

His condition at present is critical.

Is there a suspect?

The officer and his partner
had stopped to get coffee,

and when they came out an individual

driving what has been identified

as a tan four-door sedan
with tinted windows

fired two rounds,

one of those rounds hitting
the officer just above his vest.

We've set up a hotline

for anyone who has
information regarding this.

Can we have the officer's name, Chief?

Pending notification
of the officer's family,

we're gonna wait on that.

REPORTER: Does the department
place this in a larger context?

Like what kind of larger context?

REPORTER: There are those who see cops

as legitimate targets given all

of the police-involved sh**t

of unarmed individuals.

SUAREZ: I got a young cop who is, uh,

fighting for his life... (PHONE BUZZING)

and right now that's, uh,
taking up all of my attention.

Thank you. (PHONE DINGS)

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Bentley's out of surgery.

I know.

We making any progress?

g*ng Unit says it's... not gangs.

So we're looking in
to see if there's anything

Sandeford or Bentley might have
been into that accounts for it.

Anyone they might know
looking to settle the score.

We got a whole task force
working on this, Regina.

Yeah, I wish I still smoked, you know?

Would that make it easier?

It'd give me something
to do with my hands.

He's the one who saved me. Bentley.

Somebody told me he looked
like a legit linebacker

when he tackled you.

If he hadn't,
that concrete that kid threw

would've k*lled me for sure.

For sure.

Let's not start giving
eulogies just yet, Regina.

Yeah, I know.

I'm glad you still don't smoke, though.

Why is that?

If you did, I'd want to bum a cigarette

and then I'd still smoke.

Yeah, I know that's right.

♪ ♪

Come on!

You didn't put in enough money.

Oh.

(COIN CLINKS)

Thank you.

We're looking into whether
the sh**t targeted

Bentley or Sandeford.

As opposed to just
wanting to sh**t a cop?

Just trying to rule things out.

Well, I don't know enough about
either one of them to say.

How long have you
and Bentley been involved?

I could spot the way you look at
each other from across the room.

Andre didn't want it to get out.

Now's not the time to worry about that.

So if you're asking me if
I know any deep, dark secrets,

the answer is, I don't.

I honestly don't think Andre has any.

MORALES: Bentley's a rookie.

He hasn't been on the job
long enough to make enemies.

What about off the job?

Nothing. Lived with his
parents after college.

Seems like a straight sh**t.

And Sandeford, on the other hand,

kicks out a couple
of distinct possibilities.

He collared an OC enforcer
named Benny DeStefano

for murdering and dismembering
a Russian nightclub owner.

When he was putting DeStefano in
the car, there were photographers.

DeStefano tried to hide his face,

Sandeford grabbed him by the
chin and wouldn't let him do it.

Two weeks ago, one of the
Russians he was locked up with

stabbed DeStefano to death
in the Brooklyn House of Detention.

Did somebody blame Sandeford for that?

Yeah, DeStefano's
brother's half-mobbed up,

he's been heard making
threats, so it's a possibility.

Okay. That it?

Sandeford has also been
spending time with this woman

named Tamika Martin,
who he used to live with.

Don't tell me she has a husband.

An ex-husband named Miguel Arias,

who got physically abusive
enough with her in the past

for her to get an order of protection.

Okay, bring in the DeStefano brother

and Tamika's ex-husband,
let's see what we got.

We understand you may have a problem
with one of our officers.

Oh, yeah? (CHUCKLES)

Who's that?

Marvin Sandeford.

Yeah. I got a big problem
with Marvin Sandeford.

KILLIAN: When's the
last time you had contact

with your ex-wife, Miguel?

I saw her a couple of weeks ago.

She by herself?

MORALES: So you think
Officer Sandeford put the word out

that your brother was a snitch?

I'm telling you, Sandeford
had it in for my brother.

No, she was with her cop boyfriend.

DESTEFANO: I mean, maybe

Benny opened up his mouth.

Maybe Sandeford just wanted
to show him how much

of a tough guy he is. Either way,

my brother paid the price.

You and her cop boyfriend get into it?

Why? He filing charges
against me for harassment?

KILLIAN: I just want
to see how far it went.

It didn't go nowhere. I said my piece,

I got in my car and went to Nyack,

where I got people who love me.

Where were you today
around noon, Arthur?

Where were you
around noon today, Miguel?

DESTEFANO: I was in physical
therapy from : to :.

MIGUEL: Around noon I was at
the lumberyard buying Sheetrock.

- Want to check?
- This joker.

KILLIAN: Yeah, I do.

- Did you sh**t my partner, Miguel?
- Damn it.

- Do what? What'd I do?
- I said, did you sh**t my partner?

- Get out of the room, Sandeford.
- MIGUEL: I didn't sh**t nobody.

- Then what are you doing here?!
- Ask them what I'm doing here!

Whoa! Whoa, Marvin! Marvin!

Marvin, get off of him!

Get off of him! Are you okay?

Are you all right?

- I didn't sh**t nobody!
- All right.

HAYWOOD: You all right?

- Tell him I didn't sh**t nobody.
- Okay.

Bentley opened his eyes.

♪ ♪

(KNOCKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Look at this guy,
he's ready to go back to work.

We'll have to wait and see about that.

Of course.

I would have preferred
that he have no visitors,

but he insisted on talking to you.

Mom, just let me tell them.

Fine. I'll leave you alone.

Please keep it brief.

Yes, ma'am.

sh**t's car.

I saw it more than once.

Where else did you see it?

At the precinct.

At the food truck outside.

It had a bumper sticker
that said "Bedstuy Tech."

(LABORED BREATHING)

I never knew there was a Bedstuy Tech.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

HAYWOOD: Are you all right?

Andre?

- Can we get someone in here, please?
- It's gonna be okay, all right?

- We're gonna get some help...
- Can we get some help in here?

HAYWOOD: Okay?

We're right here.

SIMONE: Andre.

Come on, baby. Breathe. Come on.

Andre...

Come on, baby. Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe, Andre.

A Bedstuy Tech teacher reported
his car stolen yesterday.

Yeah, it was a tan Chevy Malibu.

We get an ID on the thief?

MORALES: The Real Time
Crime Center used photo recognition

to get us to this guy.

KILLIAN: And also his rap sheet.
Grand larceny, times.

It's a big leap from boosting
cars to trying to k*ll a cop.

Who is he?

Angelo Stakely, years of age,

last known address...
Mott Haven section of the Bronx.

Yeah, detectives from -
are bringing him in now.

(MUTTERING)

There you go.

MORALES: Thanks, I'll take it from here.

SANDEFORD: You okay?

You?

I was too slow.

Younger reflexes might've
got the sh*t off in time.

Hey. Look, you don't know that.

You have blood under your fingernails.

Boss.

Is there any chance
I could be in the observation room while

- you're questioning this guy?
- Absolutely not.

I got to tell you,
it's almost impossible

staying sidelined from all of this.

Let me stay abreast of it.

I possibly can guide the
detectives in the questioning.

Marvin...

You were the witness to the sh**ting.

If you're given access

to the questioning
of a potential suspect,

it could taint every statement
you make from this point forward,

including your testimony at trial.

You understand that?

I want you to stand down, Marvin.

♪ ♪

So, I'm guessing this was
a spur-of-the-moment thing.

What was?

KILLIAN: Throwing a sh*t at that cop.

ANGELO: I didn't throw no sh*t at a cop.

It's not like you k*lled him.
He's gonna be fine.

You just tell us what was
going through your mind.

You guys, I'm...

I mean, there's all
this animosity built up

toward cops. I mean, I get it.

Sometimes it comes out
in the form of a sh**ting.

No one's looking to charge you
with anything you didn't do.

If it wasn't premeditated, just tell us.

KILLIAN: Tell us that now, kid.

'Cause it's only gonna
get harder to go back on

what you said once
we find out it was a lie.

- Tell us!
- I stole a car!

That's the only thing there is to tell.

I got a call from a number I didn't know

telling me they wanted
a plain American car,

to leave it
in the Gateway Mall parking lot

with the keys in the wheel well.

In return for which you got what?

A brick of dog food.

YENKO: You know what
that refers to, don't you?

Yeah, I do, Stan.

Yeah, "dog food" is heroin
and a brick is about bags.

Thank you, Stan. Thank you.

MORALES: The same dope we
confiscated when we pulled you over?

I'm sure you're not gonna
have a problem with us

going into your phone
and running down the number

of whoever called you to set it up.

I don't care, man. Run it down.

We're going to.

No doubt it's a burner phone.

What kind of hit do
you get off this guy?

That he's a car thief.

He had no idea the plan
was to sh**t a cop.

The dope paid to this guy
for stealing the car

had the same packaging
as what we confiscated

from Napoleon Santiago.

Which could be a coincidence.

I don't believe in coincidence.

♪ ♪

(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

Hey, Regina.

How's tricks?

You order a hit on one of my cops?

Why would I do that?

You got busted two weeks ago.

You might've thought
that called for retaliation.

Listen, if I wanted to retaliate,
I would've just gone after you.

How's he doing, by the way?

You know we're gonna go
through your visitors' log,

any incoming or outgoing phone calls

you may have had since you've been here.

Knock yourself out.

The only people I've been talking to

are the couple of Dominicans

on this wing, and all
we talk about is Robbie Canó.

I find out your people
were behind this...

there's gonna be
nowhere for you to hide.

Don't make no threats, Inspector.

You're way out of your league.

See, once you
handed me over to the Feds,

that's who I cut a deal with.

You don't got a say in the matter.

That deal survive you having a cop sh*t?

One of your cops?

Based on my conversations with
the DEA, I think it just might.

CO on the gate?
(LOCK BUZZES, LATCH CLICKS)

They're not real big fans
of yours over there.

(FOOTFALLS APPROACHING)

Bye, boo.

(DOOR CLANKS SHUT)

Take a look at this.

Inspector Haywood called to say

that Napoleon cut a deal
with the Feds for immunity.

He probably flipped on
his Mexican counterpart

in return for a reduced sentence.

MORALES: He's not gonna jeopardize that
to go after a cop.

Yeah, scratch another possible suspect.

The whole family's in
the drug trade, right?

The father's generation's
pretty much retired.

Napoleon has a younger brother
Kiki who's taken a few collars

and an older sister Lucia
who basically functions

as a hostess whenever the boys
get together with their friends.

YENKO: My opinion?

We went after the Santiagos,
Santiagos are coming after us.

Now, I don't know which Santiago,

they're who I'd be looking at.

Hey.

I feel like I should update Marvin.

What are you? Crazy?

He can't be anywhere
near this investigation.

What? He wouldn't be anywhere near it,

he just wouldn't
be in the dark about it.

Tommy, if you tell him,

please don't tell me you told him.

Look, if you were in his position,
wouldn't you want to be told?

What I'd want and what I'd expect

are two entirely different things.

Yeah, you'd expect me to
tell you is what you'd expect.

You know what? You're wrong.

♪ ♪

TAMIKA MARTIN: How's he doing?

I don't know.

I call over to one of
the cops at the hospital

every hour or so, they still got
him listed in critical condition.

Have you been to see him?

Not yet, no.

I'm gonna try to get over there tonight.

I'm sorry you had to deal with Miguel.

Probably the last thing
you should be dealing with.

You can tell him I apologize
for the way I went at him,

but I know he didn't sh**t Andre,

but at the time it
seemed like a possibility.

Which means the intended target was you.

I don't know, but I am
not worried about it.

No, of course you're not.
Everyone who knows you

and loves you can be worried
about it, but not you.

Whoever the intended target is, Tamika,

I need to be out on the street
looking for the perp.

I know a million people
in East New York.

I've been riding up
and down these streets,

climbing stairs in-in housing
projects for-for years.

I know things. But that doesn't matter.

I got a target on my back
and I can't even carry a g*n.

It's crazy that you're unarmed.

I'm good.

I guess it's better
to have it and not need it

than to need it and not have it.

(PHONE CHIMING)

I got to go.

Where are you going?

I got to go, Tamika,
I'll call you later.

No, tell me what you're gonna do.

The powers that be got me sitting
at a desk processing parking tickets

instead of being out on the street
doing what I know how to do.

I'm not following that order.

Marvin, where are you going?

I have to go, Tamika.

Who is Santiago?

TAMIKA: Marvin is usually level-headed

and in control of his emotions.

But when he left me
and ran off just now,

I feel like he wasn't.

I've been calling him,
he doesn't pick up his phone.

I just...

don't want anything to happen to him.

Did he give you any indication
of where he was going

or what he was going to do?

I know he got a text

that said "Santiago."

But he wouldn't tell me what it meant.

You know who sent it?

No.

All right, you need to let us know
if Marvin gets in touch with you.

For his own good.

I understand.

Is there something else, Ms. Martin?

He told me that he sh*t at the
car as it was driving away.

- The sh**t's car.
- He said he had to

turn in his g*ns to be
examined by Ballistics

and he had to stay inside the
precinct, working at the desk?

YENKO: That's the rule only

in the immediate aftermath
of a sh**ting.

You should know Marvin has no intention

of abiding by that rule.

He's going out in the street

and he's got a g*n.

♪ ♪

(PHONE RINGING)

How you doing, partner?

HAYWOOD: Don't hang up, Marvin.

Cute trick, Inspector.

I needed you to answer the phone.

People are worried about you.

SANDEFORD: I can't sit idly by, boss.
I ain't built that way.

You are not a one-man army.
And by acting like you are,

you're putting yourself
and others at great risk.

Unavoidable.

We get a location?

Did not.

Thank you for letting us use his phone.

Interesting that Mr.
Sandeford is hell-bent

on finding whoever sh*t Andre

but hasn't managed to come
by the hospital to see him.

Thank you.

HAYWOOD: Morales?

Have we managed to locate
Kiki or Lucia Santiago?

There are unmarked cars
sitting on a few likely places.

If they grab them up, have
them bring them in right away.

You got it.

Stan, start looking into
who sent Sandeford the text

that it was Santiago who sh*t Bentley.

Well, I'm sorry to say, but
whoever did it isn't going to admit it.

I know they wouldn't,
but I want them nervous

- we'll find out anyway.
- All right.

Bentley's mom called from the hospital,

asked if someone could bring
over a change of clothes.

This is her thinking
he's about to go home.

Guess it helps to think that way.

There's something's going on
between him and Quinlan.

Send her.

♪ ♪

How is he?

He's hanging in.

We were watching on the news.

I actually have to grab
some of his things.

I'm praying for him.

Thank you.

A bunch of us are.

I'll let him know.

♪ It's just a sound b*ating
of my lobes ♪

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

♪ It's just a sound b*ating
of my lobes ♪

♪ It's just a sound
b*ating of my lobes ♪

♪ It's just a sound b*ating
of my lobes ♪

♪ Goin' down but not for long ♪

♪ Got no love to be someone ♪

♪ Goin' down, but that's all right ♪

♪ All I want is to be left alone ♪

♪ Left alone, left alone, left alone ♪

♪ Left alone ♪

(SINGERS VOCALIZING)

(CRYING)

♪ Oh, I tell you something more ♪

♪ What my brain is bleeding for ♪

♪ And it hurts, my darling ♪

♪ But I'll breathe out sorrow. ♪

(SINGERS VOCALIZING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SANDEFORD: Hey.

Yeah. Yeah...

What it is, fellas?

Minding our business.

The terms of your bail release, uh,

allow you to be in an
establishment serving alcohol?

Ain't nobody tell us otherwise.

You're probably fine, then.
But what about that

possession of narcotics with
intent to distribute charge?

That's not your concern.

- You heard a cop was sh*t today?
- Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Yeah, that was my partner.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And I got reason to believe the sh**t

- was one of the Santiagos.
- Man, Napoleon's in jail

and Lucia ain't gonna do
nothing like that, so...

Kiki just might.

Did anybody say that to you?

I'll tell you what's probably
happening right now.

The US Attorney for the Eastern District

is making arrangements
for Napoleon Santiago

to go into
the Witness Protection Program

instead of going to prison.

And in return, Napoleon
Santiago is offering

the US Attorney enough information
to send other people to prison,

a lot of other people.

- Man, you lying.
- You can take that chance.

Mm-hmm.

But providing information
leading to the arrest

of someone who sh*t a cop?

(CHUCKLES) That's very
valuable information.

And you might seriously
consider that coming from you.

So, you're saying no jail time?

I can't make that call.

But I'd say
there's a good chance of no jail time.

So, I tell you where Kiki is,

Santiagos just gonna let it go?

Santiagos is over and done.

As soon as they quit making money,

their enforcers and
foot soldiers are gone.

And what this comes down to

is either they sending you to prison
or you sending them.

If that's the case, I'm not going in.

You know him better than I do, brother.

Do what you got to do.

If I tell you, you won't forget, right?

If you tell me where I can find Kiki,

I ain't never gonna forget.

♪ When you look at my soul ♪

♪ You can tell where I'm going ♪

♪ You can tell where I've been ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ain't nobody can know
like the way that you know me ♪

♪ I can play in your game... ♪

YENKO: Hey. Morales just brought in

Lucia Santiago.
She's in the interview room.

Tell Morales
I want to question her myself.

(DOOR OPENS)

(RADIO CHATTER IN HALLWAY)

How's it going?

How's what?

How is it...

taking orders from your brothers?

We get along just fine.

So long as you're willing
to serve and smile

and shut your mouth
when they talk business,

I imagine you'll keep
getting on just fine.

I just wonder when
you're gonna get tired of it.

I'll let you know.

Because you've got an
uncle in federal prison,

another one in Panama.

Napoleon gets high on his own supply

a little too much for his own good,

and Kiki's... just crazy enough

to bring down the whole operation.

This is your time.

You've earned it.

You're telling me all this why?

That was one of my cops
that was sh*t today.

sh*t by someone in a stolen car

and I think that someone was Kiki.

Why do you think that?

Because the person who stole
the car was paid in dope.

That dope was packaged
identically like the dope

that your family deals.

That don't mean it was Kiki.

Kiki's less than a year
younger than Napoleon.

I remember from my time in Narcotics

he was loyal to Napoleon
and a little bit crazy.

You think I'm gonna give him up?

It depends how long you want
to keep getting passed over.

Because you're older than your brothers.

You're way more sophisticated.

Has anyone ever thought
about giving you a sh*t?

You?

That's not how it works.

This isn't some law of nature.

Your brothers made it that way.

Where'd you get
all this insight into my family?

I interviewed your
father before he d*ed.

He wanted you to run
the family business.

You.

He couldn't have wanted it that bad.

Otherwise, it would've happened.

By that time he was too sick

and weak and your brothers
didn't care what he wanted.

Cops don't usually take an interest

in the organization
of my family's business.

I want your brother, Lucia.

And from where I'm sitting...

...you should be only too happy
to give him up.

(EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES)

No one can know you got
where he is from me.

No one will.

No one.

(PHONE CHIMES)

Notify all available units.
We have to move fast...

I just got word Sandeford's
on his way over there.

How'd he get the location?

- I'm not at liberty to say.
- No, of course not.

I don't mean to hold
information from you.

No, no. No, no, no apologies.

Everything on a need-to-know basis.

I just can't believe
that you got Lucia Santiago

to give up her own brother.

They weren't exactly close.

♪ I got the source ♪

♪ Catching bodies
so I'm never catching a loss ♪

♪ Streets messed up, married
to the game like a ring toss ♪

♪ Bury the rumors ♪

♪ Got issues,
go straight to the source ♪

♪ Ha ♪

♪ No thing for the homies to slide ♪

♪ Specially if you an op ♪

♪ Gonna want to take you
on a long ride ♪

♪ End up in a desert, six feet. ♪

(KNOCKING)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

- It's Manny.
- Manny?

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

- Are you gonna k*ll me?
- I don't know.

- I'm thinking about it.
- Do it then. Get it over with.

Maybe I don't want to get it over with.

Maybe I want to drag it out.

Cuff yourself to the bed. Do it!

Look to the wall.

(HANDCUFF RATCHETS TIGHTER)

Whatever, man. I'm not gonna beg.

I don't expect you to.

Tough guy like you.

(SCOFFS) After all,
you sh*t a cop on his lunch break

from a moving car.

They don't get much tougher than that.

Rules have changed, old man.

- That right?
- You bust into our place,

take my brother prisoner,

and you think
we're just gonna hire a lawyer,

leave it at that?

No.

You come at me, I come at you.

I put that punk-ass partner
of yours in a box myself.

And one day, I'm gonna do the same
thing to you.

You're never gonna get the chance.

(TIRES SCREECH)

♪ ♪

Officer Sandeford,
we know you're in there.

Sandeford!

We're coming in now, Marvin.

Is he dead?

Very much alive.

(OFFICERS SHOUTING TO EACH OTHER)

He's cuffed to the bed.

I recorded his confession.

Where's the g*n?

♪ ♪

Put him in! (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

You were thinking this is just
gonna go away with a wink and a nod?

I wasn't thinking about it
one way or the other.

Who sent you a text
that it was Santiago, Marvin?

I never got a text it was Santiago.

Well, how'd you know?

I trained a lot of cops, Chief.

Something about this one was different,

seeing him get cut down like that...

So you decided to go rogue,
in other words.

I guess that's one word
you could use for it.

One of the kinder ones.

And what would you have done
in my place?

I would've abided by
departmental regulations.

(CHUCKLES) Come on, man,
we were in Anti-Crime together.

I know the kind of cop you were.

Your union delegate isn't going
to make this go away, Marvin.

Consequences. There's going
to be consequences behind this.

What we talking? We talking about

loss of vacation days, suspension?

I don't know what's gonna happen.

But I wouldn't depend on

the unconditional support
of the people you work for.

I don't, Chief.

I never have.

Okay, let's go.

♪ We got somethin' special ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Mm-mm ♪

Thanks for the text.

You're welcome.

Turns out Sandeford decided
against k*lling Kiki on his own.

Mm.

Well, based on the way
he was when I saw him,

man, that could've gone either way.

Anyways, uh, I appreciate
you taking the risk.

I'd never forgive myself if I didn't.

♪ Right before we have to try ♪

♪ We can be together ♪

♪ Together ♪
♪ If you want. ♪

Dr. Bentley?

Mm.

I haven't eaten anything
since early this morning.

One of these officers was nice enough

to get me something from the cafeteria.

Um, I brought a few
changes of clothes for him.

Is it possible for me to go see him?

Well, he hasn't woken up yet.

But if you want to go in
for a minute, go ahead.

Thank you.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

♪ ♪

Hi, Andre.

It's so weird.

Six months ago, I didn't
even know who you were.

So why am I so scared
that I'm gonna lose you?

(SIMONE CLEARS THROAT)

The night nurse needs to change his IV.

Sure.

And his partner's here and
would look to look in on him.

Okay.

Hey, Marvin.

Brandy.

Just gonna be outside.

(MONITORS BEEPING)

♪ ♪

Quit petting me, man.

I ain't no dog.

(LAUGHS)

How you doing, partner?

How do I look?

(LAUGHS)

With your eyes open,
like a million bucks.

You catch the guy?

Yeah, I got him.

I thought you would.

You rest up, you do everything
they tell you to do,

get back to work.

Might be a while.

That's all right.

You'll probably have yourself...

another trainee sitting
in the car by then.

Whoever's sitting in the car,
I'm gonna kick they ass out.

That's your seat.