, (piano plays gentle melody) (orchestra joins in) (music crescendos) (music fades) (breathing heavily) (keys jangling, rapid footsteps) (keys jangling) (keys jangling) # I am a # Poor pilgrim # Of sorrow # Cast out # In this # Wide world # To roam. # (clanking) Turn around. (footsteps, keys jangling) -(prisoners shouting) -(banging) (yells) I'll see you out there! Yeah, yeah. MAN (voice-over): Kahlil Gibran writes about good and evil. "Of the good in you I can speak, "but not of the evil. You are only good when you are at one with yourself." (clock ticking) What you went through in here, I wouldn't wish on any man. But you survived. You didn't ask for trouble. (sighs) But you didn't back down from it, either. It was as if you were born to the darkness in this place. Well, I hope to God that this day, you put that darkness behind you. (clock ticking loudly) (speaking inaudibly) I want you to know, though, there is help on the outside. So if you get to thinking it's too much and you can't handle the pressure, please call one of these numbers. You have any questions? Where's the exit? (sighs) (buzzer sounds) (clanking) (keys jangling) (keys jangling) (wind whistling) (Guido and Maurizio De Angelis' "Good-bye, My Friend" plays) # What to say when he comes tonight # When the memories are bright? # What to say when I see you # And you tell me it was true? # What to say when I'm alone # I can go over the chance we've blown # What to say when we're all alone # And we're all just like a stone! # I'm gonna take my life away # Or just pretend it was a play # Oh... # (music fades) (song resumes) (song continues) # What to say when he comes tonight # When the memories are bright? # What to say when I see you # And you tell me it was true? # What to say when I'm alone # I can go over the chance we've blown # What to say when we're all alone # And we're all just like a stone! # I'm gonna take my life away # Or just pretend it was a play # Oh, oh, oh... (engine idling) (engine revving) # What to say when I see you # And you tell me it was true? # What to say when I'm alone # I can go over the chance we've blown # What to say when we're all alone # And we're all just like a stone! # I'm gonna take my life away # Or just pretend it was a play # Oh, oh... # (horns honking, tyres squealing) MAN: Hey, you idiot! Hey, what are you doing? Hey! -Hey, what the hell? -(horns honking) May I help you? Sir! Sir! (indistinct chattering, phones ringing) MAN: ...is that you're in pre-foreclosure. What that means is the bank can close on you at any time. Now, if that happens, there'll be nothing we can... (gun fires) (people screaming) (Latin pop song playing) (knocking) How's it going, man? Mas o menos, amigo. You know how it is. One day good, the next not so good. Just have to go with the flow a little bit, you know? So, uh... You don't trust me. All right. (coins clattering on floor) Man, what'd I tell you about that hairy change, huh? Okay, if you don't want my goddamn business, I'll take it elsewhere. It's your jones, homes. Wait a minute. Please. I-I'm sorry. I was just messing with you, okay? It's... it's me. You know me. Please. (sighs) Okay. Okay. (door opening) (dog barking in distance) # Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah # What condition my condition was in # I woke up this morning with the sundown # Shining in # I found my mind in a brown paper bag # But then # I tripped on a cloud and fell eight miles high # I tore my mind on a jagged sky # I just dropped in to see what condition -# My condition was in -Oh, no. # Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah # What condition my condition was in Will you look at that? Looks like somebody got lost. # I pushed my soul in a deep, dark hole # And then I followed it in (camera shutter snapping) # I watch myself crawling out as I was crawling in... What do we got? What... what do we got? Yeah. I caught the case. -No, you didn't. -Yeah. You... you couldn't have. Why is that? Because Mallory would never put you on my case. Listen, I don't like this any more than you do. I'm a couple weeks away from retirement. I got paperwork up my ass. So when the supervising sergeant tells me to jump, (chuckling): I just go with the flow, baby. (sizzling) You can't smoke in here. -Sorry. -Get me a good, tight shot of that exit wound. # In big black letters on a dead end sign... # -(squeaking) -Breaking news: it is being reported that a gunman entered a downtown Bakersfield office building this afternoon and opened fire, killing an employee who worked at Centrocal Telemarketing. -The suspect remains at large. -Kenny, stop! -(squeaking stops) -He is described as a male in his 30s, approximately six foot, three inches tall, with closely cropped hair. Police have not yet released the name of the victim. (car door opens) (thunder rumbling) The gunman is described as armed and extremely dangerous. Let me call you right back. Well, well. You been a bad boy. That's a nice set of wheels I got you out there. You got my money? Hmm. Now, how'd you smuggle that much money out of prison? You don't want to know. Mmm. I want the other names. The price just went up. It took me ten whole years to track down these people for you. And it cost a lot of money. And now I wants to renegotiate. Okay. That's what I thought. You're playing ball now. Hey, K... The price just went down. Kenny? Kenny. This here is my Samoan friend. Ultimate Fighting Champion over in Guam. You don't know half the sick shit they do over there just to win a title. (speaking Samoan) I know what that is. I know who you are. Who is he? Brother, I ain't got no beef with you. Stop bumping your gums and do what I pay you to do. What the... what are you doing? This dude's a ghost. Can't mess with no ghost. You better get your fat ass back... -I ain't messing with no ghost. -Bald-headed precious! Get your... Here. I owe you a refund. Here you go. (thunder crashing) He looks so familiar. I have seen him somewhere. I know it. Really? Mmm. (sizzling) All right, here it comes. Look at his face. He knew his number was up. Wait a minute. That's not just fear. That's recognition. Look. He can't see where the gun is from where he's sitting. It's blocked by the partition. He knew him. Maybe. (engine starting) (phone line ringing) -WOMAN (over phone): Hello? -Marina? Hey, it's me. MARINA: Are you crazy? Do you know what time it is? -Tommy's asleep... -Yes, I... I know. I know it's late. -I'm sorry. -You said you'd call me right back. Okay. Okay. MARINA: You're taking him to the game tomorrow. Yes. I'll be there tomorrow. I'll... I'll... I'll pick him up tomorrow. -Don't be late. -Yes. I'll be on time. MARINA: Don't let him down. Promise me. -Yes, I promise. -Don't call this late again. -I have class in the morning. -But listen... listen. (click, dial tone droning) (Iggy Pop's "I Wanna Be Your Dog" playing) # Ow! # I'm so messed up # I want you here # In my room, I want you here # Now we're gonna be face to face # And I'll lay right down in my favourite place # Now I wanna be your dog # Now I wanna be your dog # Now I wanna be your dog # Come on... (song fades) (grunts softly) (birds chirping in distance) Morning. KILLER (voice-over): You see, I did a sequence of poses this morning that only, only ten people on the planet can do. Ending with the corpse pose. But you know what? I'm done with yoga. Yeah, I beat it. You beat yoga? Yeah. -(laughs) -Yeah. It's time to move on. To what? I don't know. Something more ultimate. Sometimes I worry that a real corpse pose is the only thing that's gonna satisfy you. No! Come on, not-not death. Life! (laughs) Oh, I've never felt so alive! Really? Really? Yeah. ("The Good, the Bad and the Ugly" ringtone plays) (ringtone continues) MAN (over phone): Got a new client for you. I know you like a challenge. We're gathering information on possible locations. I'll send you the target spec now. The client thinks the target's coming after him. He needs the job done fast. Okay. (phone beeps) Who's he? That's not a question I ever ask. (beeping) (whirring) (door beeps, whooshes) (gun slides into holster) Sure you don't want to stay a while? Hold that thought. (engine revving) KILLER (voice-over): It's my work. It's getting harder and harder to go on these jobs. THERAPIST (over phone): You mentioned this before, at our last session. Can you take some time off? KILLER: No, no, no, that's not an option. In my business, it's important I keep my edge. THERAPIST: Well, you still haven't told me what it is you actually do now. I'm a surgeon; I remove cancer. THERAPIST (laughs): Well, I'll have to take you at your word. You know, I have other patients in the medical field. And they also find it hard to handle the stress associated with their jobs. There's a lot of pressure when you have someone's life in your hands. You get into that car and you get yourself killed or you kill someone else, I become part of it too. How? PEOPLE CHATTER, DANCE MUSIC PULSATES They've been on the sauce. They've been on the sauce. Your party! They've been on the sauce. Your party! That's Mary's boy, isn't it? Yeah. Maybe you should say something. Maybe you should say something. Nah. I'm crap at that kind of thing, Barry. Yeah, but they're just kids. If we don't say something... (GROANS) Hey, boys? Boys? Why don't you get a lift home tonight? Oh, whatever, mate. I've only had a couple. No, no, no, no. It's too late now. I've spoken to you and I know your mum, so that means our fates are aligned. You get into that car and you get yourself killed or you kill someone else, I become part of it too. How? How? Well, it's like, um, my balls are in your hands. BOYS LAUGH, SNORT BOY: Oh, you want the balls! BOY: Oh, you want the balls! Nobody wants that. Hey, how about I drive you? What? Oh. What? Oh. BOYS LAUGH, DANCE MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO (SWITCHES RADIO STATION) (SWITCHES RADIO STATION) YODELLING MUSIC PLAYS I like it. (staple remover clicking) (sighs) Morning, Detective Cicero. Sergeant Mallory. (clears throat) Don't be mad. You should've told me first. MALLORY: You're right, you should've heard it from me. I'm sorry. (talking quietly) Let him help you with the case, though, all right? So, what do we got? You play fast and loose with that "we" shit, cowboy. We got our shooter. We? I got a call from the warden at Murdock last night. He recognised our guy in the news. Apparently, he made a lot of money running contraband in prison. -Any gang affiliations? -Nope. Did his whole ten. No protection. A walk-alone. They kept coming after him, he kept knocking them down. I see he kept score. Yeah, warden said all he had to do was flash that ink and no one would screw with him. He got popped for a bank job. Ten years ago, Bakersfield First. (crowd clamouring, alarm wailing) Don't be a hero, got me?! Huh?! Stay down! -So our shooter was a bank robber. -He was the driver. -(alarm wailing) -Go! Go! -Get in! (engine revving, tyres screeching) Go! Go! Go! Go! (sirens wailing) Look out! (car horns blaring) (sirens wailing) (tyres screeching) What are we doing? Why are we stopping? Hey, man, you're gonna get us all killed. Calm down. He knows what he's doing. Do your thing, little brother. Go! Go! Go! Go! (tyres screeching) -Whoa! -Damn it, what's he doing?! Whoa! Where you going?! (sirens wailing) They passed, they passed! Let's go! I don't see anyone else. I think we're clear. Slow down! Slow down! (tyres screeching) Whoo-hoo! (tyres screeching) Turn it around! Turn it around! -(car horns blaring) -Son of a... Watch it, watch it, watch it! -Cops, man! -They're right there! (sirens wailing, horns honking) -Go, go! -Cops! Cops! (tyres screeching) (car horns blaring) Good, you're good, you're good. (sirens wailing) -Whoa, whoa, whoa! -Rip it, rip it! (tyres screeching) (chuckles) Now, he made a clean getaway. So who collared him? Okay, this is where it gets really interesting. I want to show you something. Check this out. There you are. Ah, this is such a big help. Takes me such a long time to get up those stairs. You can put the things down anywhere over here. Okay. -(sighs) -You okay? (panting): Yes. Thank you for your concern. You're very kind to help an old man. Sure. I'm gonna go. Can I offer you something to drink? Um, actually, I should be going. Please! Let, let me get you something. It's right here. Please, it's the least I can do. Be nice to have a, a little company, for a change. KILLER: You see, I-I changed careers because I-I had some issues that I needed to resolve. You know, I needed to test myself, mentally and physically. Really recreate myself. THERAPIST (over phone): And now it's all become too easy. Yes. Yes. I'm bored, but, I mean, that's, that's only part of it. I mean, it's Lily. She's a distraction. Distractions can be a problem in my line of work. THERAPIST: You were going to talk to her about marriage and having a family. Is that still something you want? You know what? You're right. -(gun clicks) -I mean, she's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. THERAPIST: So are you going to ask her to marry you? That's what I'll do. I'll pop the question. (chuckles) -Are you off your meds? -Yes. As your therapist, I have to advise against that. Got to go. (VCR clicking) (tape rewinding) MAN (over video): All right, look, there's two cars here. Shh! Be quiet. All right, keep your eyes open, boys, here we go. Shh! Be quiet. -Wait, what the...? -(gunshot) -(men shouting) -(gunfire) Bitch, back up! What's going on here? CICERO: After the bank job, they got ambushed by another crew. Somebody set them up. Somebody taped it. Sick bastard made his own personal snuff film. I knew I remembered this guy from somewhere. Where the hell'd you get this? First week I made detective. Vice had busted this illegal hard-core porn operation. I walked into the bullpen, and-and they were watching this. I pretended I got a phone call. Had to walk out. Just didn't have the stomach for it. MAN (over video): Bank robbers, huh? Tough guys? Don't you tell them. CICERO: I flipped it to Homicide, but... -never went anywhere. -Why is that? Never see the killers' faces-- not once. MAN (over video): Where's the money? Don't tell him, bro. Brother? Is that your brother? I don't see the resemblance. You want me to shoot him? Huh? Like the others? He's not going to kill me. No, he's bluffing. MAN (over video): Bluffing? Two down, and I'm bluffing? You want me to shoot him? -All right. Your choice. -(gun fires) You want me to shoot him, huh, like the others? -(laughter) -Don't you tell him. DRIVER: Please, don't shoot him. He's not going to shoot me here. Let's just tell them where it is. We'll lose our leverage. -(gun fires) -(groaning) GARY: I'm sorry I got you into this, bro. . OLD GUY (voice-over): I bet you're a good student. (chuckles) Yeah. Thanks for the drink. Sure. I should get going. (cane clatters on floor) GARY: I'm sorry I got you into this, bro. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. MAN: Last chance. GARY: Don't tell him, bro. Please, don't shoot him. It's up to you. Don't you tell him, bro. Don't tell him. It's under the floorboards in the kitchen. There you go. (door creaking shut) (glass shattering, objects clattering) Gary, I'm sorry. It's okay. It's okay. -I'm sorry. -It's going to be okay, bro. It's going to be okay. -(groaning) -No! Aah! Ah, Jesus, man, no! No! -Got to get that money. -Ah, Jesus, man! Gary! -What the hell, man? -Told you-- wouldn't shoot him. -Watch him. -(Driver sobbing) -MAN: Okay. See if he's lying. -Whoa, what's that? -Wait, I got it, right here. What's that? In the bag? Yeah. MAN 2: Hey. Hey. Smile for the camera. Smile for the camera. -(gun fires) -(screaming) I didn't know. I didn't know any of that was going to happen. Don't! Please! He made us do it! (fires) (girl whimpering) Please don't hurt me. I'm not going to hurt you. (door opening) (gasps) (gunfire) (bullet casings clinking) (gunfire resumes) (sighs) (baby crying in distance) (indistinct chatter) (door opening) (lock clicking) (car engine starting) (tyres squealing) OLD GUY (voice-over): Smile for the camera. I'm going to kill you all. (gun fires) CICERO: They killed him. What do you mean, "They killed him"? CICERO: He was dead. At least for a little while, anyway. The hospital pronounced him DOA. Sir, can you hear me? Bullet hit here, ricocheted around the outside of his skull, came out through his cheekbone. He's got a metal plate holding the back of his head together. I mean, this guy refused to die. And now... he must be going after everyone in that video. (car door opens, closes) (front door opening) You said you wouldn't be late. Where the hell have you been? I'm sorry. I caught a case. It's a homicide. You're supposed to take Tommy to his baseball game. -Yeah. -And you made me late for my class, too. I-I'm sorry. It's a... it's a big deal, this case. I saw it on TV. I do not want to hear about it. You want me to have full custody? I will take full custody. COP: You know I don't want that. I... I don't want you to have to... Then, take him to his damn baseball game! Okay. All right. What's up, champ? What position they got you playing at? Don't play much. Well, you got an arm like a cannon. I don't know why they wouldn't be letting you play. I know. Maybe I should have a talk with that coach and see if we can't get you in there somewhere. Maybe pinch-hit or something. What do you say? (cell phone ringing) Hello. Hey, it's Cicero. There's been another shooting. I-I-I think this could be our guy. Yeah. Mallory wants you down at the crime scene. Okay, I'll be in in a little bit. Uh-huh, uh, 4045 Danson Road. Got it? I'll be there in an hour. (phone beeping) Hey, you know what? I-I'm not going to make it in today. I'm taking my son to a baseball game, and it's really important that I be there. Well, you know what? That's just too bad. All right. Bye. Good grief. Can you imagine that? Already told them I had a ball game to go to today. (camera shutter snapping) CICERO: Incredible. You're a full two hours late. John, did you... So what do we got? What do you got? Our guy did the world a favour on this one. Found out who shot our snuff films. So we got a telemarketer and a sex offender. What's next, a lawyer? Whole shebang just got a whole lot weirder. Witnesses placed a second shooter at the scene. After our suspect whacked Mr. Rogers here, he went and had a little shootout in the hall. -Maybe an armed neighbour? -CICERO: Uh-uh. No one recognised this dude. They exchanged gunfire, then disappeared. Both of them. How about the second shooter? Any description? The word "beautiful" came up. Beautiful? Like a movie star. He punked me. -He's really that good? -KILLER (on phone): Know what? "Good's" not even the right word. I mean, you know, I mean, the dude's completely artless, you know? I mean, there's, like, no sophistication to him whatsoever. But he's pure, you know? No fear, no... no hesitation. There's nothing. He as fast as you? No, he's faster. You'll get him. How can you be so sure, eh? Because you always do. KILLER: Baby? Yeah? Marry me. (electrical buzzing) (entry bells chiming) (indistinct chatter) (television muted) . (sighs) -(splashing) -Goddamn it! Shit! (chuckling) Is that what I think it is? Oh, the tattoo? Yeah. Tattoo. Yeah, I was in the, uh, L.A. CRASH unit before I got transferred up here. Guns-blazing, ass-kicking cops with porno moustaches? That CRASH? Yeah, is that so hard for you to believe? Yeah. Can I get in there? That's where I met Marina, actually. She was my CI. You married your snitch? Dude, that is wrong on so many levels. Well, she was in really bad shape. Got her in rehab, and we fell in love, and there you go. She the only one in rehab? That's ancient history. You sure about that, Hoss? Listen, I got ten days to retirement with full benefits for me and my family, so why would I screw that up? It's all I got. How long you been clean? Since my son was born. Good for you. (engine humming) (door opens) David, come on. WOMAN: David, did you forget something? Forgot my hug. I love you, Mommy. (engine starts) (gun clicks) Good job. (cooing) (quiet footsteps) (babbling) Oh, my God. You can't do this. Why did you come? There's nothing for you here. Why did you make me stop coming to see you in prison? I didn't see any sense of three wasted lives. Three? Was that him? The boy? David? Uh... You shouldn't think... You did a dime. David's eight; do the math. When you cut me off, I gave the baby up. (cooing) Did you find a good family? I-I had an abortion. Sorry. (sniffles) (sobbing softly) (baby crying) (sniffles) (sighs) I know what you're doing. I saw it on TV. I hope you kill them all! (engines revving) Shall we begin? (gunfire) -(Lily laughs) -Fair enough. Fair enough. (both laugh) Let's start a family. (chuckles): Family? Yeah. What's gotten into you? We'll sell the house by the lake, and, uh, we'll, we'll get a-- and we'll get a Craftsman in Pasadena. Fresh start. (laughs) You're serious about this, aren't you? (gun rattles quietly) Yes. And what about your work? Oh, um... Well, what about it? Would you quit before this job? Absolutely. I will quit. Absolutely. Just like that? Just like that. Marina! Listen, honey, let me in just for a second; I need to talk to you. I'm gonna stand out here all day if you don't let me in, so you may as well do it. -(TV playing quietly inside) -Marina. (locks clicking) WOMAN (over TV): ...the first victim was gunned down less than an hour after the suspected gunman was released from prison. While the second victim was brutally shot... What are you doing here? I thought you didn't care about my case. ...to a bank robbery at Bakersfield ten years ago. -(turns off TV) -Look, I do not need you coming here and dragging us down again. Marina, if you'd just sit and talk to me. No! I am getting my associate's degree. I am trying to make something better for Tommy and me. Please take me back. It'll-It'll be okay. It's not okay. Marina, I'm begging you. -I'm-I'm begging you. Please! -God, what are you doing? -Get off your knees. -What have I done? -Marina, please, just, please... -Don't touch me! Do not touch me. Give me the dope. I don't have any dope. Give it to me. Okay. Here. That's all I got. Look, I'll go to rehab. I swear to God, I will. Let's go. Let's go right now. I mean, after the case. I got to finish the case. I c-can't just walk out on that. I just want to be here with you for one night. I mean, you know, with T-Tommy and... Please. Just one night. (mariachi song playing over radio) (radio stations changing, static hissing) MAN (over radio): $25 gift cert... EVANGELIST: Brother, put down that bottle. Put down that cocaine, that methamphetamine. Put down that .45, that .38 and that .357 Magnum. (evangelist continues over radio indistinctly) The night is far gone. The day is at hand. Those that live by the sword will die by the sword, unless you learn to forgive. God made life so fragile and so precious for each one of us. (gun clicks) You will never truly be free, unless you learn to... (turns off radio) I got to take a leak. I'll be right back. Hold on, big man. Got to check you, man. Arms up. You got any weapons on you, besides these guns right here? I'm kidding, man. Go on, have a good time. (Rich Rossi's "Lean'n" playing) My man. Hey, what's up, big dawg? # They know I'm in my zone, and I... I'm feeling kinda tipsy # 'Cause I'm sipping on that Patron # I'm leanin' in my drop Right. # And I'm leanin', bending the block # And I'm leanin', getting my guap # Let me know when you're ready to roll... # -Wake up, Joe. -(snaps fingers) -Huh? (door closes) (faucet squeaks) (turns off water) I been expecting you. Joe. -Joe. -Huh? Oh. Shitty. Go outside and watch the door. Only one of us is gonna make it out of here. No matter who it is, Joe, you ain't see a damn thing. Go on. All right, then. (both grunting) (both grunting) (knife clangs on floor) (panting) I got a son. Tell him I said, "I'm sorry." I'm begging you. (panting) He's speed dial number three. I'm sorry. He made us take you down. (breathing slows) (phone line ringing) BOY (over phone): Hello? Hello? -Your father's sorry. -(siren wails) Who is this? Is he okay? Did something happen? Yeah. Something happened. (engine starts) (engine revving) (mouse clicks) (sighs softly) (sighs softly) I thought you said you were done. I have to finish this one first, baby. You promised me you were quitting. And I will. I will quit. But after this one. No, this isn't fair. I didn't ask you to marry me. I'm sorry. -You're sorry? -Mm-hmm. What if I told you you had to choose? Don't do that. You used to be attracted to what I do. I'm your wife now. What if he kills you? -Lily! -(slams gun on table) (sniffles) Daddy... Yeah? I know I suck at baseball. You don't have to pretend like I'm good. You'll get better. You just need to practice. Maybe you and I can throw the ball around one day. How's that? Okay. I got to tell you a secret first, though. What, Daddy? I suck at baseball, too. (both chuckle) -(Marina grunts) -(clatter in distance) You go to sleep, okay? I'll be back. Jesus Christ. (sighs) Oh, Jesus. You okay? Look at me. Look at me. Why did you do this? (weakly): I'm afraid. What are you afraid of, honey? We're going to hell for what we did. Do you know what hell is? It's not fire and devils, all that stuff they taught you when you was little. We make our heaven and our hell when we're alive. Every time we cause pain. Every time we cause suffering. (phone line ringing) -Cicero. -Hey. It's me. Did I wake you up? No. You said, uh, on your message to give you a call, so... Okay. Here's the deal. Both of our victims were informants. Could be something there, right? (over phone): Yeah, it could be. Nice work. Okay. I need you to follow up on it. I got to be in court all day. But I really think we're getting close on this thing. It's got to have something to do with how they got set up-- the ambush. Hey, did you hear about that stabbing in Henderson last night? Yeah, what-what about it? Well, I got a hunch it might be our guy. No. It's not his M.O. No, our guy's a shooter, not a stabber. Well, like I said, I got a hunch. Yeah, well, so did Quasimodo. Look where it got him. I'm just gonna go ask a few questions. After you do the follow-up, right? I already got it cleared with the Henderson I.C. I'm headed up there now. Okay, listen, I have to be in court all day. I am asking you to do this. It's my case. (tyres screeching) (phone beeps) (sighs) WOMAN (over radio): ...will bring up nothing but the same politics as usual. I have fought to keep the government honest, save you money and to lower your taxes. Above all, I will be someone who listens to you. -(dials) -The choice is simple. Vote Margie Patchett. -MAN (on radio): In local news, a Henderson man is fighting for his life this morning, after being brutally attacked at a local gentlemen's club. The man is suffering from multiple stab wounds. Doctors at Clark County Medical Center describe his condition as critical. YOUNG MAN (over phone): Hello? (hangs up) (tyres squealing) # I can see it in your eyes, # I sometimes see you pass outside my door. TEXT MESSAGE DINGS # Hello? TEXT MESSAGE CHIMES # ...you're looking for? # I can see it in your eyes, # I can see it in your smile. TEXT MESSAGE DINGS # You're all I've ever wanted, # and my arms are open wide. TEXT MESSAGE CHIMES # Cos you know just what to say, # and you know just what to do. # And I want to tell you so much # I love you. # (siren wailing) -Sponge. -Sponge. -(monitor beeps) MAN (over phone): We think he'll be heading back to Nevada. -What's your position? -KILLER: Tehachapi. Try the hospital in Clark County. His third victim survived the hit last night. He'll be wanting to finish the job. Where are you? (monitor beeping) (garbled radio transmission) (steady beeping) (steady beeping) Doctor. (fires) -(gunshots continue) -(frantic chatter, screaming) (flatline beep) Back in the room! Back in the room! Police officer! Get back! -Police! -He went that way! I'm a cop. Where'd he go? He went downstairs, Officer. (panting) (gunfire) (gunfire continues) (exhaust hissing) (electrical buzzing and crackling) (bullet casings clattering) (crackling) (sighs) (gun clatters on floor) (explosive whooshing, exhaust hissing) (door opening) (tyres squealing) (cell phone ringing) (phone beeps) YOUNG MAN (over phone): How do you have my dad's phone? He asked me to call you. Are you the one who killed him? -Yes. -I'm going to find you, and I'm going to kill you. You do what you need to do. (tyres squealing) But you better be sure. 'Cause that's a long, dark road you're headed down. (hangs up) (tyres squealing) (horn honking) (tyres squealing) (tyres squealing) (horn honking) (horn honking) (engines revving) (tyres screeching) (tyres screeching) (semi horn droning) (horn droning) (gunshot, air hissing) (groaning) (tyres squealing) (gunfire continues, bullets ricocheting) (panting) ("The Good, the Bad and the Ugly" ringtone plays) I lost him. MAN (over phone): The client wants to pull the job. No. No way. No way. You... you tell him to back off. Look, I've got this under control. -All right? -You're running out of time. (breathing heavily) q (dog barking in distance) (crickets chirping) (clicks) Where's the old man? Dead. Don't lie to me. I'll show you the damn grave. How long ago? I don't know. Three or four years. Hold still. Okay. How long you been out? Couple of days. Then why are you here? Came here to kill the old man. Why? 'Cause he set us up. What makes you think that? Gary went to him for advice on the bank job, and he wanted full share. Gary wouldn't give it to him. So you... do you think the old man was capable of murdering his own son? Yeah. No. (sniffles) Uh-uh. He couldn't have. What makes you so sure? I just... I just know. Tell me. Say it. Mom. Because... he loved your brother too much. I'm sorry. And that's the truth. And that's not your fault. Wasn't like I could pretend you were his. He was reminded of that every time he looked at you. You never stood a chance. Sorry that I couldn't... that I didn't... protect you. The beatings and... (sobbing) Gary was the only one who ever cared for me. Then why'd he pull you in on that bank job? You were never part of what they did. When his driver fell out, I volunteered. Why? He owed the wrong people a lot of money. And he needed me. (sighs) If it wasn't the old man, then who set us up? EVANGELIST (over radio): He lived for the moment, driven by his passions and desires. You will never truly be free, unless you freely forgive. Hate is like a chain around your neck that leads you to places you don't want to go. It'll lead you into darkness and desolation. You become a slave to that hatred, and it'll only lead to your own destruction. You must break free. (tyres squealing) Hey, cowboy. You okay, man? -Yeah. I'm okay. -You laid eyes on him, at least. -Hey, well done. -Oh, thanks, man. I got to call you back. -Still in one piece. -Good job. Good lead, cowboy. You almost got him. -Well, we got close. -Yeah. (footsteps approaching) It was a good hunch. Well, even Quasimodo has his day. And don't ever hang up on me again. Roger that. Oh, hate to spoil your moment, but, uh, I got something I want to show you. I think we may have caught a break. You said "we" again. I did. CICERO: Our latest victim was a CI, too. So all three are informants. Mm-hmm. They've all got records. Armed robbery, rape, assault. But none of them did any serious time. They all snitched their way out of the joint over and over. What are the odds of that? Slim and none. I'm waiting on the informant logs now. Who are these guys here? Former accomplices of the first three victims. Let's split them up and check them out, huh? I'll take these guys. EVANGELIST (over radio): Now, I know there's not a man, woman or child in this church today that has not sinned! (crowd murmuring agreement) But God did not bring you down on this Earth to be perfect. CROWD: No. EVANGELIST: God brought you down here to be saved. And when you're down with God, God is eternally down with you. EVANGELIST: When Jesus knew that his time was near, when he knew that he was going to die, when he knew that he would not take that cup away from his lips, his thoughts were not upon his own. His thoughts were for those that he loved. (crowd murmuring agreement) His thoughts were for those that he loved, and to prepare them now for his death, he used the example of his birth. That's right. Here it is. Look. Jesus told them how a woman goes through pain and sorrow in the throes of childbirth. But that as soon as she is delivered, there is no more anguish. (cheering and applause) After all the screaming, after all the pushing, after all the blood and the tears, there's only joy that a new child has been born! (cheering) And I'll tell you, my... -Amen. -CROWD: Amen. Sing me a song. (congregation cheering) # Jesus will fix it -# After while -# After while -# Trouble in my way -# Trouble in my way # Just have to cry sometimes # I have to cry sometimes # Trouble in my way... # EVANGELIST: I was wondering when you were gonna show up. You've been the subject of many of my sermons these past few days. I heard. You heard, but did you listen? Everything okay, baby? Everything's just fine, honey. I was just catching up with a... old acquaintance. You go on home, now. Let's take a walk. q Was that your son? Adopted. One of five. Wayward boys. Not unlike me or you at that age. You turned your life around. Doesn't change what you did. I wouldn't want it to. I know it sounds cold, but... every good I've done hinged on the evil I did that day. Who set us up? I don't know. I never did find out how they knew about your safe house. I got the call. "Easy money," they said. All I had to do was guard the door. Be the lookout. I was in a dark place in my life. Numb to the chaos in the world. Right here. But when they cut that boy's throat... Ah, Jesus, man, no! That boy they killed was my brother. I can't bring him back. In my heart, I'm sorry. I still took my cut. Spent it on drugs and women. Ended up in prison. But it was there that I found my calling. To save and to help boys... like me. And like you. It was there that I gave my life to God. God can't save you from me. But maybe he can save you from yourself. I know there's good in you. -You don't know me. -I know the devil got your heart twisted. With vengeance and hate. But the Lord is merciful. He sees in your soul. It's fragile, ain't it? That moment that sets us on that road to Damascus. Your sermon's over. Can you at least find it in your heart to forgive me for what I did? (sighs) I can't. That's all right. That's all right. 'Cause I forgive you for what you're about to do. # Who's that writing? # It's John # the Revelator # Tell me who's that writing? # It's John the Revelator. Oh, Lord, see into this man's heart. He's good inside. Oh, Lord, save this man's soul. I know you see his heart. # Who's that writing? # It's John the Revelator. Release him from the bondage of hatred and vengeance, Lord. # Oh, who's that writing? # It's John... # (gunshot) (distant waves lapping) Go back to your family. (panting) (congregation singing gospel hymn) That's one hell of a peashooter you got there. How's the recoil? (indistinct radio chatter) (cell phone ringing) Yeah? CICERO: Where the hell are you? Inyo County at the reservoir. They're here. Both of them. What? D-Did you call for backup? No, there's no time for that. -Okay, don't do this. -Look, Detective, I'm sorry I keep stepping on your case. CICERO: Look, I don't care about that. I want you to do me a favour, will you? If I don't make it out of this, tell my son that his daddy went out like a man, will you? I am on my way. Please, just wait for me. I'm just going with the flow, baby. Damn! (fax machine beeps) You might only drive short distances to work each day. You might park securely at work. You may not drive your car to work at all. At Youi, we tailor your insurance premium to how you use or don't use your car. It could save you lots. Call: . Aren't you gonna reach for it? Come on. Sporting chance. I've got nothing against you. I've been trying to kill you for the past three days, and you've got nothing against me? See, I'm starting to think you don't take me very seriously, my friend. What do you want from me? How about a little respect? Hey? A little professional courtesy from a peer. You know, some acknowledgement of my skills. You've got issues. Screw you. I win. (chuckles) You think you're done? You can't put it together, can you? KILLER (voice-over): There must be one more. The one who hired me. He's still alive. I'm gonna kill you all. Drop the gun. Don't move. Slowly. Put the gun down. -No. -Put the goddamn gun down! No! This is my job! I finish my job. Yeah, well, you finish this one, you're dead. (panting) (gunshot) (gunshot) (body thuds) So you're the guy that hired me. You shouldn't have done that. I had to finish what I started. Why'd you hire me, then? I didn't think I was up to it. After you missed him at the apartment, I figured I should get involved. Before he came gunning for me. He didn't even know about you. I figured that out when he didn't finish me off at the hospital. His brother's girlfriend was my informant down in L.A. She told me about the bank job. (voice-over): Hired some more of my informants down there, and they helped me take down their score. So, what now? Now? I ride off into the sunset. Hey! Forgot to pay you. You know, I don't get you. Why do you put yourself through all this shit for one lousy dollar? It's my price. Call it a hobby. You know what? Keep it. I didn't earn it. Don't contact me again. I'm done. Yeah, me, too. (phone line ringing) MALLORY: Detective Cicero? CICERO: Yeah, I can't reach him. MALLORY: Okay, well, hopefully he'll turn up. We've got units en route. See you shortly. CICERO: Wait a minute. You didn't flip him this case, did you? No, I didn't flip him the case. Is that what you thought? He asked for it, right? He begged for it. And I felt sorry for him, so I caved. Is there a reason why we're talking about this right now? No. No reason. Okay. I'll see you shortly. "Go with the flow," my ass. COP (voice-over): Marina? Hey, it's me, honey. Well, I got him. I closed the case. -Are you okay? -Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. As a matter of fact... I feel perfect. Better than I ever have. -Yeah? -Yeah. And I'm gonna get rid of the other stuff, too. Don't you worry, I promise. I'll be home in a couple of hours. Listen, um, you're not gonna believe this. I've been reading up on women, and I think I got you figured out. We're gonna be fine. -Yeah? -Yeah, honey, it's over. I want to start brand-new, honey. (gunshot) (coughing) (groaning) (panting) How? Metal plate. (grunts weakly) I can't feel anything. I created my own hell. And I'm the demon who crawled up out of it. (cocks hammer) (gunshot) (phone line ringing) LILY: Hello? KILLER: Baby. LILY: Where are you? KILLER: I'm coming home. (indistinct radio chatter in distance) (sighs) ("Short Change Hero" by The Heavy playing) (music continues playing) # I can't see where you're coming from # But I know just what you're running from # And what matters ain't the "Who's baddest?" # But the ones who stop you falling from your ladder # When you feel like you're feeling now... Today, I want to talk to you about forgiveness. (cheering, applause) # The way I love you # And I suffer, but I ain't gonna cut you # 'Cause this ain't no place for no hero # This ain't no place for no better man (engine revving) # This ain't no place for no hero # To call home. # Able 2016