02x06 - Katie Girl

[bunniefuu]

Hey, boss, you might want
to get the checkbook out.

I am seconds away
from securing another W.

I gotta call you back.

Now, unless you got
scuba gear in there,

you're gonna run out of air
real soon.

Like, I can wait, Victor.

Oh, what's this?
You want to play

Rocky versus Apollo Creed?

Irish/Puerto Rican version?

Bit of "Why, I oughta," huh?

I'll make it fair, huh?

- Look, you're safe now.

It's night-night time.

Just go to sleep.

Hey!

Where's Timur?

No idea what you're
talking about.

Bullshit. You've seen me
walking through here

every day for the past
six months.

Never saw you, and don't know
anyone named Timur.

Hey! The back warehouse is empty.

Where the hell did
everyone go?

Suggest you get your friend
out of my face

before there's a problem.

There's already a problem,
and it's yours.

'Cause I've seen the cars you
have moving in and out of here,

half of them hotter
than pique sauce, eh, papi?

Paco D know what you're doing?

'Cause everyone in this
neighborhood knows

Paco D controls everything
up to the water,

so what's he gonna say
when he finds out

you ain't been kickin' up?

You'll keep your mouth shut.

Don't try to scare me.

You're a second-rate
chop shopper, not a k*ller.

But Paco is,
and he likes me.

I beat up girls at PS 48
that made fun of his sister

with the lazy eye.

Timur came out of nowhere.
About half a year ago.

Six figures cash

to rent the back space
and not ask questions.

Are you out of your mind?

Maybe.

Now I need another ride.

And you'll tell me immediately,

especially if
it's any information

involving our runner
and the authorities.

I don't care
about the protocol.

Anything Tech comes across
comes to me first,

not the Board.

Are we clear?
Good.

Is it over?

Quite the contrary.

Victor's out of the subway
system, but Taft's not moving.

Did he k*ll another one?

Apparently.
Or wounded him badly.

Unbelievable.

This guy doesn't make it out
of the first round

of his past four bouts,
and suddenly no one

can take him down?

Gambling Division will want
confirmation on Taft.

Where-Where's Connell?

I texted him,

but service is
spotty in the tunnels.

- Ah.

Connell. Hello.

What's that noise?

Putting out fires.

Literally

and figuratively.

Well, is Taft dead?

No.

It seems Mr. Suero used some
sort of homemade chloroform

to knock him out.

He's quite resourceful.

Yes, he is. Let's just hope
he's as adept

at avoiding the police.

He seems capable.

Well, he's still running
on adrenaline.

But his life as he knows it,
it's gone.

He'll try to change
his appearance...

...try to disappear.

Attempt to hide
in the obscurest of nooks.

Endeavor to dissolve
into crowds.

But as the hours pass,
he'll realize,

though he might temporarily
avoid the pack,

momentarily dodge death,

there's one thing
he can't escape:

his heart.

His whole reason
for agreeing to the hunt

was to protect Josie;

more daughter than sister, really.

He couldn't leave her behind
in that fire

all those years ago,
but now he has abandoned her

in order to save her.

But he'll feel that pull,

and that will eventually be
his undoing.

You sure this is
the right thing to do?

I don't want Victor to get
into more trouble than he's in.

All I know is
he had an agreement

to fix a fight for money, but
then he steals money instead,

and then the people
he made the agreement with

just disappear?

He's in deep sh*t.

I don't think it's possible
for us to make it worse.

Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Victor! Where are you?

I thought I could pull it off.

I thought I could get
the money we needed...

you'd be okay, and tomorrow
morning it'd be over.

Wh-What would be over?
I don't understand.

I'm so sorry I did this, okay?

I just want you to know
I didn't leave you.

Why are you talking like this?
Listen...

Let me speak to him.

The cops could
come after you.

Everyone's coming after me.

Who? Timur?

This was all planned out.
There was a plan, Victor.

What's going on? Victor!

He hung up. Come on.

He's in a taxi
and has a phone.

He was talking to someone.

He must have used
the cabbie's phone

'cause nothing on
his red cell came through.

Where are we
on the driver's phone?

Still searching for location.

It's six inches from Victor
in the front g*dd*mn seat!

How hard is this?

Its digital location, sir.

And... we have it.

Cloning it now.

I'm in.

Cab's WAZE account

has them heading toward...

Staten Island.

Staten Island?

What the hell is he planning
on doing in Staten Island?

That's as far as I go.

Technically,
this road is closed off.

Here you go.

Yo.

You doing urban exploring
and sh*t, be careful.

'Cause this place been closed
since '72.

Heard a guy fell through
an elevator shaft

and died in there.

Good to know.

Enjoy Staten Island, fellas.

You know, with everything

you just told me,
you opened yourself up

to criminal liability...
on several counts.

I don't give a sh*t, I just
want to find my brother.

You know, if you're trying

to scare this kid,
she don't rattle.

Well, if she's not worried
to lying to a detective

- during an open investigation...
- I haven't lied to you.

Really? You said Timur

and his guys were Russian, right?

I said they sounded Russian.

So here's the thing.

I've been an organized crime

g*ng unit detective
for 16 years.

I know every outfit

that operates
out of Hunt's Point,

for 20 blocks in any direction.

There ain't no Russians or Poles
or Bulgarians anywhere.

That's Coney Island sh*t,
not here.

Look, sweetheart,

you sure you're not just

trying to protect your brother
by trying to pin

whatever he's doing
on some made-up th*gs?

If it's so made up,
explain this.

How the hell do we have
over $3 million

in a checking account
that as of yesterday

was nearly empty?

And if I was dirty, why the f*ck
would I show you?

Hey, it's Roland.
I need you down in the office.

No, I-I want to put a BOLO out
on a Victor Suero ASAP.

No, no, no, we need
to help him, not arrest him.

Look, the only way
I can help him

is by having him picked up
and brought in

so we can figure out
what's going on here.

'Cause if what you're saying
is true, about this money,

Victor's safest in custody.

Come here.

It's okay.

He's, uh, he's friendly.

Good girl, Katie girl.

Now, Katie girl...

k*ll!

Oh, that's a good girl.