01x06 - Faultlines

[bunniefuu]

Frank: Tommy doesn't look like a cop.

Looks like he should be
on the cover of TigerBeat.

He's the last guy I'd expect to see

in a unit like this,

but the first guy you
want in a gunfight.

He was a pro surfer

until a Great White
nearly tore him in half.

The att*ck changed him like
a bite from a vampire...

Gave Tommy a taste for death.

He still surfs every morning.

The sharks don't worry him at all.

But there's another demon out there

that att*cks without warning...

Your past.

[Police siren wails, tires screech]

[g*nf*re]

Frank: There. See those daisy-cutters?

Grenade launcher that took out the SUV.

It's all m*llitary-grade hardware.

Those weapons k*lled six
cops, including your partner.

[g*nf*re]

I aim to find out how these
guys got their paws on 'em.

Ah, what's the difference between
a Harley and a vacuum cleaner?

You can fit two dirt bags on a Harley.

These beauty pageant winners
call themselves The Black 's.

Wonder if any of them are single?

Guy with the swastika tattoo on his face

looks unafraid of commitment.

Tip came in. They've got an arms
deal going down early this morning.

[Cellphone buzzes]
_

's are gonna sell those
g*ns to the Sinaloans.

And guess who's gonna
be there when it does?

Look at these guys.

They're just
door-to-door salesmen.

They're working for someone.

I want their CEO.

So do I.

We start with them,

work our way up the food chain.

Get these weapons off the street

before another cop winds
up on the wrong end of one.

♪

- Frank: So, how you gonna handle it?
- Kyle: Handle what?

Lockhart riding your ass
about bringing her intel on me.

Who said she was riding my ass?

Well, your text messages, for starters.

You... you went through my phone?

You went to take a leak,
I went in your phone.

Let's move past it.

Can you believe she
code-named me "Rooster"?

I feel like there's a double
entendre in there somewhere.

You broke into my phone.

You left it unlocked, genius.

You must be getting comfortable here.

Gotta be careful... Someone
might go through your pictures

and find out what kind of
incredibly vanilla stuff

you and your wife get up
to behind closed doors.

You are unbelievable.

Relax, trainee.

Seriously, though,

what are you gonna give Lockhart?

It's been two months
since she put me in SIS,

and I'm supposed to be informing on you,

but I haven't brought her a damn thing.

She's digging in on me, Frank.

If I don't give her something soon,

I'll be lucky if all she does
is yank me out of the squad.

She yanks you out,

there goes our chance of
finding Billy's k*ller.

I gotta give her something
that'll draw blood.

[Clears throat]

Tommy, Rebecca, help
me out with a bet here.

Let's say Rolling Stone's

doing a list of our greatest hits.

What would you say
is our "Sgt. Peppers"?

Tommy: Wait... Rolling Stone?

That's... That's like Pitchfork

for old people, right?

What's "Sgt. Peppers"?

Hilarious.

I'm gonna trade you guys in

for someone who looks up to me.

Where's the fun in that? [Chuckles]

What about you, Junior? You
been doing your homework?

Any of my cases strike
you as problematic?

What about the coke bust

y'all pulled in Puente Hills last year?

Chicken feed.

Lockhart won't bite.

The Wooderson Brothers beatdown?

Whoa. I said "draw blood,"

not "stick our junk in a wood chipper."

How about the old guy
you sh*t down in Lynwood?

He went after his wife with an axe.

You sh*t him in front of his grandkids

on Christmas.

They were Jehovah's Witnesses.

It wasn't like I ruined their holiday.

Tommy: Yo, look alive, on your three.

Frank: All right, Sinaloans...

The champagne of gangsters.

Just the type of guys you
want buying heavy a*tillery.

_

[Motorcycles approach]

And here comes the sexy.

Wait for them to make the exchange,

and then swoop in and
ruin their weekend.

_

Clancy: Bienvenidas.

Looking forward to
doing business with you.

Evan, Hurry your ass!

Evan: Yeah, I'm on it, Clancy!

[Truck tailgate opens]

Clancy: As requested...

M- machine g*ns,
Desert Eagle pistols,

Claymore anti-personnel land mines.

Hell, I'll even throw
in a set of Ginsu knives.

♪ [Sinister music] ♪

$ , .

Beautiful.

Care to take her for a test-drive?

[g*n cocks]

♪ [Sinister music] ♪

Got any more a*mo?

Oh, you know it.

[g*nf*re]

What's the play, Frank?

Frank: Stay put.

Frank: Well, looks like
the 's are double-dippin'.

k*ll the customers, re-sell the g*ns,

get paid twice.

- We gotta move in.
- Forget it.

Let 'em sh**t it out and
grab whoever's still standing.

What? Circle of life. It's not
like they're an endangered species.

We don't move now,

there will be no one
left to interrogate.

I'm gonna find out where those
g*ns are coming from, Frank.

Okay, keep your shirt on.

All right, we're movin' in.

[g*n clicks]

LAPD! Drop your weapons!

Drop your g*n!

Get on the ground! On the ground!

Drop 'em! Drop 'em on the ground!

All the way down.

Bad news, Easy Riders,
you're all under arrest.

Keep your hands on the
ground where we can see 'em,

unless you want to become
an involuntary organ donor.

Where the hell's Tommy?

[Groaning, grunting in distance]

♪

[Grunting]

Tommy: Come on!

We can't just stand here
and let 'em fight all day.

"Fight" is a generous word
for what I'd call that.

Evan: Get off! Get off me!

Why doesn't he just sh**t him?

Get off me! Get off me!

[Grunts]

Get on the ground.

What the hell was that all was about?

Just workin' some stuff out

with a buddy from the old neighborhood.

Well, work it out on your own time.

Your buddy's in a world of hurt.

[Elevator bell dings]

So, Tommy Campbell's a cop now.

And Evan Corolla's runnin'
with The Black 's.

You're just bad news incarnate, bro.

It's good to see you, amigo.

It's been a hot minute. Keep movin'.

Frank: Not to overstate the obvious,

but guess who ain't
making Sturgis this year?

Sturgis is for soft old men

who are compensating for something.

[Scoffs] You'd fit right in.

Look around for a second.

Your boys are already in lockup.

It's just you and me now.

No shame in doing the math.

Let's see...

homicide on top of arms dealing

on top of conspiracy?

Gee, your grandkids will be
flying around in jet packs

by the time you get out.

So, how 'bout you tell me where you
and the rest of The Village People

are getting your g*ns,

and we have a more
productive conversation?

I don't talk to cops.

Never have, never will.

Same policy you seem to
have for taking a bath.

Well, try not to peel

too much paint off your cell walls.

I'm gonna head out.

I'm gonna get one of
your weak-ass lieutenants

to tell me what I wanna
know... Which they will.

- Take it to the bank.
- Clancy: Long-haired kid in your squad

had a chance to sh**t one of my crew,

but he didn't.

You guys aren't known
for your restraint.

Instead, they wind up
playing in the sand...

Kind of like they knew each other.

Now, why do you suppose that is?

[Chuckles] You tell me.

You better sit down with your home boy

and get him talking
about his distributor,

before he gets a shiv stuck his liver.

[Siren wails, police radio chatter]

[Theme music]

Moved? What do you
mean "he's been moved?"

minutes ago, Evan
Corolla was transferred

out to a federal facility in
Arizona, on the orders of the A*F.

Hey, why's the A*F
moving our prisoner around

when you could be out
burning a religious compound?

[Laughs]

Well, we're re-branding.

Special Agent Lynch. Good to meet you.

Mr. Corolla's part of our op.

He's spent the last year working for us.

- As an informant?
- Yeah, he was,

until he failed to tell us
about that g*n sale this morning.

And I told him if he ever screwed up,

I'd have his ass back to Kingman
County so fast, he'd see jet streams.

I'm nothing if not a man of my word.

Yeah, you're also the man who
just put a target on his head.

Come again?

The 's already think Evan's a snitch.

You know, that sort of thing
happens when you scoop one guy up

and leave the rest of
his crew rotting in jail.

Come on, use your head.

There's 's in every
prison from here to Missouri.

How long do you think
he's gonna last inside

before somebody serves
him a shank sandwich?

[Scoffs]

Well, we're sticking him
in the sex-offender's wing,

so I think the worst thing
he's gonna have to deal with

is some friendly neighborhood pederast.

And the A*F is taking
over this investigation

from here on,

so thank you for your
cooperation and all that.

Pleasure was all ours.

[Crashes]

Rebecca: What's the deal
with you and that Evan guy?

Tommy: We grew up together.

Things went bad... Ancient history.

Must be why you're
re-arranging furniture.

Don't you think it's weird
we didn't even get the chance

to interview him about the g*ns?

And what are you saying?

I'm saying there's something
off about this entire situation,

and the rest of the 's sure
as hell aren't gonna talk.

Well, Evan ain't gonna
talk to me either.

I can promise you that.

Well, maybe you, uh...

You get him feeling a little nostalgic.

How?

By the end of the day,
he's Arizona state property.

What if we get to him before then?

Rebecca: They're en route
to Kingman County Prison.

I- 's under construction,

so they are gonna detour
onto the state road.

We take the .

We can b*at them to the inspection gate.

And say what?

"Excuse me, random A*F dudes,

may we please have a
word with your prisoner?"

[Laughs]

Kyle: Drinking on the job...

The recipe for a long, healthy life.

- My grandfather lived to be .
- And he did that?

No, but he minded his own business.

[Cellphone vibrates]

Want me to text her back for you?

"Dear Deputy Chief Lockhart,"

here is a picture of my ass,

"suitable for kissing."

What I want is intel, Frank,

just something that'll
buy us some breathing room.

Ah.

My second wife, Kalisha,

did I ever tell you about her?

You married a woman named Kalisha?

Is she black?

No, I managed to find

the only white girl on
the planet named "Kalisha"

and put a ring on her 'cause
she was a limited edition.

Of course she was black.

Kalisha was way into
the Discovery Channel.

I remember coming home one night,

and she's watching this documentary

where a mama bird's chewing up food

and regurgitating it
into its baby's mouth.

That's how they feed their young.

I'm not gonna chew your food for you.

You want to investigate me, trainee?

_

Happy flying.

♪ Oh, give me land, lots of land ♪

♪ Under starry skies ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ Let me ride through
the wide open country ♪

♪ That I love ♪

♪ Don't fence me in ♪

♪ Let me be by myself
in the evening breeze ♪

[Radio shuts off]

Hey, man, I was enjoying that.

Makes one of us.

Guy's got a singing voice

designed to enrage rodeo bulls.

Damn, you guys are grouchy.

What are y'all mad for anyways?

It's not like y'all
are goin' to jail today.

Besides, we're on this beautiful drive,

got all this awesome
scenery, these blue skies.

You know, I think I saw the
cutest family of jackrabbits

- back there.
- Shut up!

Okay.

Where y'all going?

Bathroom.

Man, I gotta go, too.

That's heartbreaking.

[Van doors close]

[Breathing heavily]

[Engines rev]

Oh, no way!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, Boonie! Dynamite!

Boonie! Dynamite!

Man, I'm happy to see you guys.

I'm so not ready to go back to jail.

Hey, you guys gotta get me
the hell out of here quick!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Clancy asked us to
deliver a message to you.

"Snitches get sh*t."

I thought it was
"snitches get stitches?!"

[Laughing] Not today, Evan. Adios.

[Vehicle approaches]

Help! These guys are trying to k*ll me!

Hey, these guys are
trying to k*ll me! Help!

Okay, where were we?

[g*nsh*t]

Drop your weapons, hands on your head.

Don't think, just do it.

How the hell did you find me?

You know I'm a detective, right?

McManus: Freeze! Drop your weapons!

Easy, boys, we're just here
to talk to your suspect.

You both need to take a big step back,

put down your g*ns,
and put your hands...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Where the hell were you two just now?

Pit stop.

So, you left your suspect
alone in the back of a van...

- I'm gonna tell you one last time...
- ...and while you're gone,

a hit squad of Black 's
just happens to show up.

Is that right?

You got till the count
of three to disarm.

One!

Two!

Okay, you win.

We're dropping our weapons.

It's all good.

[Grunts]

[g*ns cock]

Keys. Now.

Out.

I ain't goin' anywhere with you.

Fine. Stay here with them.

Oh, hell no.

No, no. Wait, wait,
wait. Wait, all right.

[Handcuffs unlock]

Tommy: Cuff yourselves together.

[Handcuffs click]

Rebecca: Do it.

You two are kidnapping
a federal fugitive.

There's no walking back from this.

This is my situation.

You walk away now,

you still have plausible deniability.

You were saying?

[Chuckles]

Thank you.

[Engine starts]

Son of a bitch!

[Tires squeal]

Okay, so, we've officially got

both the A*F and The Black 's

coming to k*ll us,

and we've got maybe a
five-minute head start

before word gets back to
Lynch that we sprung you.

So whatever the hell is going on here,

you better spill it now.

Wanna hear a funny story?

_

Kyle: Paid a visit to the archives.

Turns out the Waterstreet case

had nothing to do with you.

It was one of my dad's cases

where he was investigated by I.A.

What are you tryin' to pull here, Frank?

Oh, man, this is a hell of a mix-up.

I must be losing my
faculties in my advanced age.

Maybe I need to start doing
brain-building exercises

or taking Ginko Biloba.

Take a pew.

- I'll stand.
- Suit yourself.

Once upon a time in the
hood, down on Waterstreet,

your dad was after a
real dangerous S.O.B.

named Delvon Lincoln,

went by the street name of Teflon.

Teflon was the kind of gangster

that struck fear in the hearts

of every hope-to-die
banger south of the .

Only problem was,

guess why we called him "Teflon."

No charges ever stuck?

Not even after he k*lled a cop.

So, Billy planted a g*n on this mutant,

sent him up to Chino for years,

and there was peace in the valley again.

You're saying my dad planted
evidence on a suspect?

Teflon wasn't a suspect.

He was a virus in a wife beater.

Nobody's pouring out s
over poor old Teflon, Kyle.

Billy knew what needed to get done,

and he had the balls to do it.

No. No, you're lying.

Oh. Riddle me this.

Who do you think gave
Billy the g*n he planted?

I don't care what you gave him.

My dad would've never
done something like that.

Oh, you wanna talk about
what people will never do?

A few weeks ago, you never
would've helped launch

a semi-legal incursion into a nightclub

where they sold women as animals.

You never would've been
party to a kidnapping

of one of the most prominent
citizens of the West Side.

And you probably would've
never stuck around

for a sh**t with a bunch of Yakuza,

defying direct orders from Lockhart,

when you had the option of walking away.

[g*nf*re]

Point is, what a man is willing to do

is not set in stone, Kyle.

It fluctuates, evolves.

Do this job long enough,
you'll understand.

I'm sorry, was that your

"there is no Santa
Claus" moment for the day?

I asked you for dirt,

and you gave me dirt on my dad.

You knew I wouldn't
take this to Lockhart.

You're not seeing the full picture.

Enlighten me.

[Cellphone vibrating]

- [Cellphone beeps]
- Yeah.

Tommy: Look, we got problems.

Me too.

Kyle just made a mess on the floor here.

We sort of just stole
Evan Corolla from the A*F.

Okay, you win. Talk.

We got the full story from Evan.

Turns out, he's not
Agent Lynch's snitch.

He's his proxy.

Lynch was using Evan
and The 's as salesmen

to sell g*ns he confiscated on the job.

Clever little bastard's
pulling the same stunt

as The 's last night.

What?

Double-dipping.

A*F confiscates weapons,

they don't want 'em falling
back in the wrong hands.

So, they send them to a recycling plant

and melt them down as pig iron.

Of course, if you keep
the g*ns for yourself

and make it look like, on
paper, you incinerated 'em,

you can make a tidy
profit reselling them.

Classic double-dip.

Only this particular one
got my partner k*lled.

Listen up.

Our friend, Special Agent Lynch,

sold weapons that got used

in one of the worst police massacres

in LAPD history,

and I bet he's keen to cover that up.

He won't stop looking for you

until he's kicked over
every rock in the desert.

You just summoned
old-testament retribution

saving this friend of yours, Tommy.

I hope he's worth it.

Get your asses off the grid now.

[Cellphone clicks]

[Cellphone beeps]

You want answers?

Ask me when this is over.

Time being,

we got figure out a way
to keep our people alive.

[Birds calling]

Rebecca: We got to find
a place to hide out.

It's too dangerous here.

Evan:: There's a place in
the desert we can go to.

Wherever he tells us to
go, we do the opposite.

Come on, man, I'm just trying to help.

Help?

Right, 'cause that's
what you're known for...

Always comin' through for
people in their hour of need.

Man, you still mad?

You didn't gather that

by me handing you your ass this morning?

I just figured you
were blowin' off steam.

Guess you still have a
hell of a lot of steam

left in there, huh?

You got that right.

And for the record,
that fight was a draw.

And I would've come out on top

if you hadn't been fighting dirty.

Oh, I don't fight
dirty. You fight dirty.

You held my head down
and you made me eat sand.

- That is textbook fighting dirty.
- Come on.

Every time you got in a brawl
with somebody in high school,

you'd grab their junk and
squeeze till they tapped out.

- That was your go-to move, man.
- [Siren wails in distance.]

People started spreading
rumors about that...

Hey, guys?

[Police siren wails]

I'm tellin' you.

This bug-out pad...

Ain't no one gonna find us there.

Trusting this guy is dangerous.

So is staying out here.

This thing goes sideways,

I promise you, you'll
be the first one sh*t.

Game plan... Clearing Tom and
Rebecca means busting Lynch.

We gotta get those g*ns but of
evidence before he disappears 'em.

- And if he's already gotten there?
- Better hope he hasn't.

How much faster does this thing go?

She was forged in the
th circle of Detroit.

See for yourself.

[Engine revs]

♪

The case of g*ns from this
morning's bust, where are they?

Lynch: They've been
requisitioned back to the A*F.

Wow, you two look stressed.

Case of the Mondays.

Yeah, it must be spreading,

'cause apparently two of your cops

just decided to kidnap
our C.I. at gunpoint.

Hard to believe a couple
of L.A. street cops

got the drop on two armed feds.

Remember that cr*ck you made earlier

about the A*F incinerating

all those nut bags down in Waco?

Well, that was done live on national TV.

So, you can just imagine what I can do

when there are no cameras rollin'.

The name Jennifer Mitchell
mean anything to you?

[Panting]

Come on, Jen.

Come on, partner, come on!

d*ed from a g*nsh*t wound,
alongside five other cops.

No, sorry, that didn't ring a bell.

[Elevator door dings]

Let's gut this son of a bitch.

♪

♪ When there's nowhere else to run ♪

♪ Is there room for one more son ♪

♪ One more son ♪

♪ If you can hold on ♪

♪ If you can hold on ♪

♪ Hold on ♪

[Music continues on radio]

Okay.

You guys gonna keep me in the
dark forever here, or what?

Come on, man!

What the hell happened between you two?

It's not the time or the place.

In junior year, Venice Beach...

- I said it's not the time.
- [Radio shuts off]

Let's hash it out, bro.

Come on.

Junior year, Venice Beach.

It was you and me and Luke.

Yeah.

It was the two of us
and our friend Luke.

That was the best summer
any of us ever had.

♪ [MXPX's "Heard
That Sound" plays] ♪

♪ So many memories
come down to this ♪

- ♪ I may be lost, but I'm not hopeless ♪
- [Laughter]

♪ I heard that sound ♪

- ♪ A mile away ♪
- [Laughter]

- ♪ I heard that sound ♪
- [Laughter]

- ♪ A mile away ♪
- [All shouting]

♪ All those things I
wish that I could say ♪

♪ I heard that sound ♪

♪ A mile away ♪

You wanna go back out there?

That's okay.

I just wanna watch the waves.

But he kept pushing us into
more and more dangerous stuff.

I mean, one week, it's "Let's
boost beer from Davey Jones."

The next, it's, "Let's
break into the surf shop"

and steal gear."

I dipped out when it got to that point,

so he went without
me, took Luke with him.

- Oh, he's gonna be so mad.
- Oh, yeah.

Tommy: Next thing you know,

the owner's there, sh**ting at 'em.

Oh, crap!

[g*nsh*t]

Tommy: You had a choice.

You definitely had a choice.

You could've stayed and
tried to stop the bleeding,

called an ambulance,
something, anything!

Instead, you let him
die alone on the ground.

[Gasping, groaning]

[Cries]

[Gasping]

That true?

I was , and I was scared.

You know what else is true?

You never came to see me once

the entire time I was locked up.

Not even a phone call.

[Sniffles, sighs]

Just took off to Australia to go surfing

while I was getting my teeth
kicked out in the yard, man.

Hell, man.

How you think I joined up with the 's

in the first place, huh?

You think I went in there

wanting to be friends with those people?

[Sniffles]

I had a good life.

Had two of the best
friends I could hope for.

And I lost it all over
$ worth of surfing gear.

Look, Ev, I...

Just stop, man. Just turn here, bro.

[Car horns honk]

Lynch is sitting on $
grand's worth of heavy a*tillery.

No way he sends that to the incinerator.

So, what are you proposing?

We roll into the A*F building
and yell "stick 'em up"?

We don't stop this guy,
Tommy and Rebecca go down,

and more g*ns end up in
the hands of cop-K*llers.

Train's rolling out, Kyle.

Either get on it or get under it.

Kyle: I am not risking
letting this bastard go free

because you wanna play cowboy, Frank.

And I'll be damned
if I'm gonna let Lynch

take something else from me.

You got a better idea?

I'm all ears.

♪

[Telephone rings]

Hi, we're from Vanowen Recycling,

got a call to pick up a
shipment this afternoon?

Hmm.

I don't have anything scheduled.

Call came from Special
Agent Lynch's office,

said it needed to get done today.

He's out of the office,

so I'm just gonna have to
connect with him to confirm.

Zoe?

Uh, uh, that's your name, right?

I'm sorry. I don't know why.

But I've always loved that name.

I-I had a Latin teacher
back in high school

who went by "Ms. Zoe,"

and I had the crush to
end all crushes on her.

Do you know what your
name means in Latin?

No.

Neither do I.

I didn't learn a thing in that class.

[Both laugh]

You were too busy checking out Ms. Zoe?

Eh, some things never change.

Frank: We're on a timetable here.

Mind if we get that
shipment squared away?

Sure thing.

If I can get your signature...

I've seen you before.

[Both laugh]

Uh, uh, probably not.
I'm new on the crew.

Brand-new, just hired him last week.

No, I don't mean that
I've seen you around here.

I...

On TV!

Two months ago, there was that cop

that jumped out a
window to save that baby,

and I swear to God, you
look exactly like him.

Whoa, hey.

That thing that white people
can't tell black folk apart...

I thought that was just
an ugly stereotype, but...

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm...

- No, that's not what I meant!
- You just proved me wrong.

- Oh, I-I-I'm sorry.
- Geez, Zoe.

- Where is your racial sensitivity?
- [Scoffs]

Oh, that is so not what I meant!

Look, just... Just
sign over the shipment,

and I'll be gone.

You know, back to my side of town.

Back to your side of town?

[Chuckles]

She doesn't have to
know I live on Sunset.

I said it before.

You got your dad's magic in you.

- Pshew. [Laughs]
- Oh, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo!

Hold up.

Easy, dude. I'm just gonna hit the head.

What's the plan?

Well, first thing tomorrow,

we go find a phone and call Frank,

see if he somehow pulled
a miracle out of his ass.

Till then, we wait.

[Sighs]

I call dibs on the couch.

Mm.

And I call dibs on

not getting crabs from the couch.

Good call.

Plumbing doesn't work.

[Scoffs]

[Crash]

Evan, stop!

[Revving motorcycle engine]

Don't move.

Hate that it came to this, bro,

but you put me in a little corner,

and I sure as hell don't
trust you to keep me safe.

So this is why you brought us here, huh?

So you could get your bag and bug out?

What can I say?

I'm sorry, amigo.

Don't be. I should've seen it coming.

This is who you are, man.

Clancy must've given up this location.

[Motorcycle engine revving]

[Police siren chirps]

Uh, oh. Here come the adults.

[Cellphone beeps, phone ringing]

Lynch: Hello?

Howdy, Special Agent Lynch. It's : .

Do you know where your g*ns are?

It's actually : , Frank.

Do you know where your crew is?

Tommy: Frank? Shut up.

You and Becca all right?

I know what our "Sgt. Peppers" is.

- It's the Whitlock House.
- Shut up!

I don't suppose you're gonna tell me

what the hell that was
code for, Frank, huh?

You suppose correctly.

All right, well, we're
gonna make a trade here...

Your crew for my g*ns.

If I get the slightest inkling, Frank,

that you're not coming correct,

then little Becky and Tommy here

won't come home feet first.

Where are we doing this?

Man: Out, let's go.

Kyle: "Whitlock House," huh?

This plan better work.
Frank: Just be ready.

Get your game face on.
Looks like a full house.

Brought along some extra
muscle from south of the border.

Thought that handsome
face looked familiar.

Hands, let me see hands.

McManus, check the crate.

[Door opens]

- Aah!
- [AC/DC's "Thunderstruck" plays]

He got a land mine rigged in here!

You know, I honestly don't
know how much pressure it takes

to detonate one of these.

Whoa! Don't pull on that!

"Don't pull on that."

Now, those are words

well worth an obituarian's time.

This thing goes off,

we're talkin' a
-foot-wide blast

of shrapnel bukkake.

Now let my crew go,

or are all get cleaned up with a mop.

I don't think so, Frank.

You're not gonna blow away your family.

We both know that.

I'm nothing if not a man of my word.

♪ Thunder ♪

♪ Sound of the drums ♪

♪ b*ating in my heart ♪

♪ The thunder of g*ns ♪

♪ Tore me apart ♪

[Grunts]

Ahh!

♪ You've been ♪

♪ Thunderstruck ♪

♪ Thunderstruck ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, thunderstruck ♪

♪ Thunderstruck ♪

Well, I'll be damned!

Good to see you too, hermano.

- [g*nshots]
- Aah!

[Grunts]

Tommy: Come on, come on.

[g*n clicks]

- Aah!
- Rebecca: Easy there, sweetheart.

You're gonna need that
hand where you're going.

[Gasping]

[Groans]

Call an ambulance!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hang in there, Ev.

Look at me. Hang in there.

Hang in there. You're
gonna be all right.

We got... We got an
ambulance on the way.

We can get you fixed up.

- You're gonna be fine,
- I promise.

Tommy... No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no. Hey, hey.

[Breathing shallowly]

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You were just a kid. You were scared.

I-I shouldn't have stayed mad at you.

It's not your fault.

It's okay, brother.

[Breathing shallowly]

I just wanna watch the waves.

♪ When there's nowhere else to run ♪

♪ Is there room for one more son ♪

♪ One more son ♪

♪ If you can hold on ♪

♪ If you can hold on ♪

♪

We got an active crime scene
in North Lot, Cove Beach.

No, it's contained.

What's the ETA?

- Ow!
- Thanks.

[Cellphone beeps]

You're a real piece of
work, Special Agent Lynch.

Eh, you're not far
behind, Detective Rourke.

Everybody's got their side hustles.

Mine don't get cops k*lled.

What?

Jennifer Mitchell.

[Grunts]

[Groans]

Name rings a bell now, doesn't it?

That's my trainee.

[Laughs]

[Police siren chirps]

[Engine starts]

[Police siren wails]

You know, it's funny.

After the whole thing went
down with Evan and Luke,

it got me thinking I needed a change.

You know, if I'd never met Evan,

I'd be somewhere else,
doing something else.

Hell, I'd be someone else.

Frank: Thought you might want this.

♪

[Waves crashing]

♪

You're a good man, Kyle.

[Chuckles]

Promise me you won't get lost out there.

We got 'em, partner.

We got 'em.

I ain't even close

to being in the mood for this right now.

Just answer me straight up.

Are you trying to use
my father against me?

You're missing the point.

How?

What if I was to tell you

the Waterstreet case isn't
even about your old man?

Come on, trainee.

Look at who signed off on the file.

That's right.

Lockhart knew what me
and Billy were up to,

but she wanted Teflon
gone just as bad as we did.

Hell, she authorized
the whole operation.

Now, that's information

that could blow up her entire career.

Use it to your advantage.

Stop reacting and start instigating.

Flip the script.

This whole Waterstreet thing...

was you trying to help me?

That file's a w*apon.

I trust you to wield it.

That, and I don't like seeing
my guys get manipulated.

By someone other than you.

Nobody likes a smartass, kid.

♪

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from our next episode.