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Yo.
Let me catch that shit.
Need to level out.
Good?
Shit. Good enough.
All right. Come on.
Let's go get that bread.
All right. It's go time, myniggas.
- Yes. - Thank you.
Okay. Bye. Let's go.
Hey. Laundry day, bitch.
Let me see it, come on.
Pay up, let me see it.
Come on.
Yo, what is this?
It's, uh, light as fuck.
This is a hundred, hundred and fifty dollars.
- What the fuck is this? - It's been slow.
What am I supposed to do with this bullshit, bruh?
What the fuck?
Shit, maybe we can use her little cute ass
for compensation.
Five hundred a week if you wanna keep running.
What the fuck is this bullshit?
Get up outta here.
Come on out.
Let's get the fuck out!
Hurry the fuck up!
Hey, you know what, Slay?
Maybe we could use her.
Hey!
Get the fuck out of my fucking store!
Jintao, no!
Moon, shut up.
Put your gun down,
get the fuck out of my fucking store!
Sis, don't worry, I got it.
No!
- Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! - No!
Come on.
No!
Hey, Ernie. What's good?
Hm.
I can tell you what's not good.
Getting old.
Especially if you remember being young.
The usual?
And to top it off,
I'm experiencin' brain fog,
hot flashes, night sweats.
I'm trying to negotiate these liberals, man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
- These liberals... - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Let's NOT today.
Enough with your manopause.
All right, we drinking.
To better days.
All right.
My man.
Please be nice to my pinball machine, sir, please.
Man, let that shit go.
You're never gonna reach my highest score, ever.
Ray, you know I meditate 20 minutes twice a day
to deal with shit like your distracting ass.
How's that working out for you, Mr. Miyagi?
Where's your little yoga mat?
I'll be right back.
Hey. We gonna have those cigars?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'll be right back.
I won't be that... Now give me a second.
So we are on the same channel, right?
Yeah. We're good.
I mean, business is business.
We don't take things personally here.
I said we're good.
You know, I really hope so.
Because when someone gives you work,
they don't want problems.
Get it?
What's up, Ray?
You're gonna have that cigar?
Oscar Shaw. Right?
We met?
Haven't had the pleasure yet.
But your reputation precedes you.
I'll let you two get to your fun.
Third wheel, you know.
Cubans from my private collection.
I want you two to enjoy them.
Who the hell was that?
That's the guy I'm trying to work with.
He's got some money ideas, investments and stuff.
Talk too much.
Investments?
I need some extra cash, Oscar.
Well, if you ever need anything,
you know I got you, right?
I know you got me but I'm good, thanks.
Since you're so rich,
I guess you're buying this next round.
Not a chance, brother.
How can you drink that nasty shit?
What? This is the only beer good for drinking
and pouring on your pancakes.
Well, I get dizzy from the smell of that bullshit.
What's the piece for?
That 45?
This shit is getting crazy out here.
You ain't hear about the Kwon shooting?
Two dead, including a little girl,
and another little girl was abducted.
Goddamn.
It seemed like the neighborhood was getting better.
Out the blue, just made a turn for the worst.
It's these kids these days, bro.
I ain't afraid to say it, they got me shook.
My little nip and tuck, just in case.
But ain't that what the cops are for?
That's bullshit, Oscar.
Did we make that much of a difference as the cops?
Yeah, well, I'd like to think so.
But some of us got a raw deal.
Raw deal? You got a bad deal, brother.
The world is crazier than ever.
Yeah, but what can we do about it?
Drink, Ray. Drink.
Rotten bastards took her.
I'm sorry.
Nice seeing you again.
Sorry for your loss.
The neighborhood was nicer when you were in charge.
Take care, Soo.
It looks like you got some money.
Let me get some.
I ain't gonna give you a dime, but you can earn it.
How?
That's why you should have a car.
You don't enjoy the walk?
No.
Why are you dressed like that?
It's a sign of respect for yourself and others.
Hey, yo. What's good, bruh? You lost or something?
But don't you have a car?
Huh?
Yes, I have a car, but I prefer walking.
I say you lost, nigga, what's up?
You good?
Don't wanna catch your ass around here again, all right?
Hey, hey.
Looks good. Looks good.
Holy shit, bro. Come on, nigga!
Get down. Get down.
Are you okay?
Man, I'm fine.
Sure you're okay?
Man, I'm fine.
All right.
Well, here we are.
Well, little man, my name is Oscar and you are?
Andre.
Andre, okay. Well, Andre, here you go.
A dusty five bucks
and you live in a house like this?
Well, it wasn't like this
when my wife and I first bought it.
She inside?
Well, no, she has a different house now.
Well, I got some grass to cut
if you wanna make some more money.
Nah, I'm good.
Hm. All right. Well, you be careful.
Whatever. Later, Oscar.
What's up, little buddy?
You all right, little buddy?
Hm?
Buster
I feel bad.
I should've never named you Buster.
That's a dog's name.
I mean, I regret it, but it's too late now.
And you're a girl?
Don't know what I was thinking.
Most people think that...
I was drunk...
the night I named you, but...
but you know what?
I still love your freeloadin' ass.
Hey nigga, what the fuck you doin' in my car?
Suck my motherfuckin' dick, nigga.
Slay? Andrew?
- The fuck you gonna do? - Nigga, I raised you.
Get the fuck outta here!
There's a tension on my mind.
So you know, she said, "Well, I'm leaving."
- What's up, E? - When?
Hey, hey.
The man, the myth, the legend.
In my own mind, possibly.
Ray's late again?
Shit, you can set your watch by him.
You mean I came here late on purpose
and I still beat his ass.
- Appreciate you. - Mm-hmm.
What up, Jimmy?
- How you feeling? - Yeah.
Ah. Shit!
At the tone please record your message
Ray, where's your slow ass at?
Can I help you?
Who are you?
I might ask you the same thing.
I'm Oscar Shaw.
Is there a problem?
Depends.
Were you a family member or friend of Raymond Jackson?
What do you mean, were?
Ross?
This is a legend, Perez.
He taught me everything I know.
Not everything.
I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw.
I was just about to call you.
I know you two... were thick as thieves.
What happened?
Uh, break-in,
maybe, but nothing appears to be stolen.
It seems Mr. Jackson surprised the invaders and they...
they shot him.
Sick bastards even killed his cat.
The landlady found him an hour ago.
Can I... get you something to drink?
I'm looking into every angle. All right?
Jackson was a friend of mine too.
Do you know if he had any enemies?
No. Everybody liked Ray.
Yeah, he was well liked inside and outside the department.
Is there any sign of struggle?
No. It appears like they might've gotten the jump on him.
Was there a gun found?
No gun.
Why?
You got something?
It's... it's just a guy like Ray isn't...
wasn't likely to let somebody get the jump on him.
We're looking into it.
Maybe he was waiting for a food delivery,
and his guard was down.
Yeah. But what was the motive,
since nothing appears to be stolen?
He still had fifty bucks in his wallet.
And why kill his cat?
Some sick fucks out there.
Man was just talking to me about this kind of shit.
Well, thank you so much for your time, Mr. Shaw.
I... I know this is hard.
We'll, uh, be in touch if we have anything further.
And, uh, feel free to let us know
if you have any other information
that could help us in our investigation.
Is Frank Archer still captain?
Commander.
Am I missing something about Commander Archer?
There's some bad blood between them.
So, uh, what's the deal
between your friend and Commander Archer?
Shaw and Jackson were partners
during a big drug bust.
But because it was deemed unethical,
and some rich white college kid was killed,
they were placed on administrative leave.
Then Archer used Shaw as an scapegoat
and forced him to retire.
Jackson got a slap on the wrist, but he left in solidarity,
and they've been living off their pensions ever since.
There are rules we all have to follow.
No cop's above the law.
You don't know the facts of the case.
Shaw was pretty much the fall guy.
I'm pretty sure they had their legitimate reasons
to let him go.
Look, Oscar Shaw is one more statistic
of government bureaucracy.
'It's, uh-yeah, way more than the moss green.
It's a... it's a bit bigger, it's a bolder statement.
That's fine, Kate.
Go ahead and paint my home office
the way you want it. Okay?
I gotta go.
What is it, guys?
Uh, the break-in at Officer Ray Jackson's home
revealed nothing taken.
Might be a revenge killing.
Uh, it might be, Detective?
That's all we've got right now, sir.
Also, I ran into Oscar Shaw.
Shaw?
You think he has something to do with this?
- It definitely wasn't Shaw. - Right.
Yeah. Mister Shaw was very upset
about the loss of his friend.
- I really don't think... - Shaw's a dinosaur.
He's old news. Okay?
Look, Jackson was one of ours.
Let's find out who cashed his check,
but don't let it interfere with any other
- pending investigations. - Sir...
I just made myself clear, Detective.
I know you're trying to find your way around
in this precinct, learn the ropes.
But do me a favor, just follow Ross' lead.
- Got it? - Yes, sir.
Can you get Kate back, please?
- Ernie? - Yeah.
One more.
Ernie?
Yep?
Yeah.
Raymond was a good man.
He's gonna be missed around here.
Yeah.
One of the best.
To Raymond.
Hear, hear.
Is this seat taken?
Oh. Hey.
How are you doing?
Fine.
There's trouble when you start answering questions
with one to two-word answers.
To Raymond.
So you've been out of my life for what?
Two years?
Why you back now?
I just wanted to help.
I know you're in pain.
Was I really that shitty of a husband?
The late nights.
The mood swings.
The shutting me out.
So you went and found a guy who had kids of his own
that needed a mama.
Instant family, just...
add wifey, right?
That's not fair.
Johnny and I were high school friends.
Ah.
It just turned into something more
when you froze me out of your life.
Gone.
- Hey, hey. Hey. - Whoa! Whoa!
Let me drive you home.
- Please? - Hey, hey, hey.
Oscar. Oscar.
Let Vanessa help you home, brother.
Come on, brother, please.
Come on, let's go.
Come on.
Looks just like how I remember it.
Did you ever finish the dining room?
What do you think?
Hey. Can we be friends,
maybe go out to dinner one night?
I don't need your charity, Vanessa.
It's not charity, you stubborn bastard.
It's called kindness, and I still care about you
even if you don't give a damn about anyone else.
Who told you I don't give a damn?
Just go home to Prince Charming.
Who said he was Prince Charming?
Fly high, Princess.
Don't even think about it.
Tron said she's for paying cats only.
Don't smoke too much, Brash.
Ever feel like you're already dead?
And you gotta wait for the cosmos to catch up with you?
What the...
What this nigga talking about?
Hey, nah, nigga, you done.
Show me the color of your money.
Now get the fuck out.
Yeah.
All right.
Raymond's commitment to service
began long before he joined the police force.
As a young man, he volunteered in his community
and was always willing to lend a helping hand.
This selflessness and dedication
continued throughout his life and career,
earning him the respect
and admiration of his colleagues and community members.
Raymond's unwavering courage and bravery in the line of duty
are a testament to his character.
He put himself in harm's way to protect and serve all of us.
We are forever grateful.
His service and dedication will not be forgotten.
To Raymond's family, I offer my deepest condolences.
Your loss is our loss, and we share in your grief.
Today, we honor Raymond Jackson,
a hero who made the ultimate sacrifice.
His service and dedication will not be forgotten,
and we will always hold him in our hearts.
May he rest in peace.
Hey, Oscar.
Hey, man. It's been a minute.
Yeah.
Yeah, I just wanted to say we're all real sorry
about your loss.
We really love Officer Jackson.
He was one of a kind.
Yeah, he was.
Oh. Hey, man.
How you been lately?
Did you really just fucking ask me that?
How about we just grab some drinks
and catch up on those times, huh?
No, man. I'm good.
Later.
Vanessa, it was nice seeing you again.
Nice to see you, too, Chuck.
Take care.
Would it kill you to have a drink
with your former officers?
Got nothing to say.
You spend so much time alone, Oskie.
I worry about you.
I'm good.
Do you want me to come in, too?
Nah, you go home to the husband and kids.
Sorry about your door.
Right.
Oh.
Yes, sir.
Let's get it.
Mm-hmm.
Ah!
Mm-hmm.
Oh, man, let me call you a cab.
Let me call you a little girl.
Be right back.
Damn.
Mm-hmm. Over 200,000 in cash.
Question is, what was Jackson doing hoarding this much cash?
- Who knows? - Was he selling drugs?
Did he rob someone?
Did he steal this from the evidence room?
I don't think so.
Jackson was clean.
Well, he wasn't killed for it.
All right, let's, uh, log this into evidence.
Or we could locate the nearest family member
and give it to them.
Uh, this could be evidence to criminal motive.
No, it's not.
And how do you know?
He has an estranged daughter.
I could track her down and make sure she gets it.
Shame about Raymond, isn't it?
So senseless.
It's just terrible.
Well, it's good that the police are going to handle it.
The fuck you talking about?
The investigation into Raymond's death.
It'll make it easier on all of us.
We step out and let the police do their work.
You know what I mean?
No, I don't.
It's best that way.
I know you two were close.
I'm truly sorry.
Give me the watch and the wallet, nigga.
It's Parkside, motherfucker.
Parkside, huh?
Look at you.
Just a fucking baby.
What a waste.
Sorry to bother you.
Were you still in bed?
No.
May I come in?
You baking some cookies?
Uh, no, I use this to meditate.
Meditate? You?
Some dogs can learn new tricks.
What's up?
I just came by to check up on you.
I know it's damn hard to lose a friend.
Well, I've lost many.
You get used to it.
Yeah, death is a part of life, right?
You mind if I sit?
You know a hood rat named Brash?
No, can't say that I do.
Well, we found this on his corpse.
Somebody plugged him up with a hose last night.
This is Ray's.
Do you think this guy Brash killed him?
Hard to say.
He could have just found it or acquired it.
He runs... ran with the gang from the Badlands.
They called themself PSK, Parkside Killers.
Kid named Tron is the boss.
Most of them have a rap sheet as long as your legs.
Do they all have colorful names like Tron and Brash?
Yeah. We're looking into it.
It's a possible lead.
Well, I appreciate you telling me.
Is there anything I can do for you, Oscar?
Nothing I can think of.
All right, I'll just show myself out.
Oh, and good luck with the meditating.
Yeah. Well, good luck on your case.
Andre?
What are you doing here?
I just need a place to hang.
Come on inside.
I see you met Tux.
He's cute.
Okay. I need you to hold this,
put pressure on the bruise.
All right, so you want to tell me what happened?
It was a kid at school.
What was his name?
I can't remember.
Oh, you can't remember the kid who punched you in the face?
Do you have anything to drink?
Now, you want to tell me what really happened?
Was it your mom?
Your dad?
Where do you live?
Ain't saying. He'll hurt you too.
I will take that chance.
I just want to talk to him, okay?
Where's your wife?
Don't change the subject.
He ain't home right now.
Well, where is he?
This car is kind of a piece of shit.
Well, it's that way for a reason.
For what reason?
'Cause thieves don't steal pieces of shits.
Why don't you tell me about your father?
Do you have any kids?
Do you always answer a question with a question?
No. My... my ex-wife Vanessa and I tried to have kids,
but it wasn't meant to be.
So we got doctors to help, and that didn't work either.
Do you like kids?
Only ogres don't like kids.
What's an ogre?
Ogres are monsters that eat people.
You know, kind of like in the fairy tales.
That's dumb as hell.
Yeah. I see your point.
I think I saw my pops.
Where?
You saw him go in there?
Is it that guy, the bald guy in the sweatshirt?
It looks like him. He comes here to buy beer.
Where's your mom?
She likes dope.
Okay. You coming?
No.
All right. Wait here.
Hey, excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hey.
What's up? The fuck you want?
Hey, little man. Tron been looking for you.
I ain't going with you.
Get your ass out of the car.
Is that your kid?
What kid?
Out there in the Subaru, in the passenger seat.
I don't see no kid out there, man.
Right...
Come on.
Get the fuck out of the way, man.
Sit down. Tron will be here in a minute.
Get the fuck out, bitch!
Now get the fuck out.
Excuse me.
Look, I'm not trying to get into your business.
All I want is for Andre to come with me right now.
Who the fuck is you?
I know you're not his daddy.
His daddy sent him here.
But regardless...
but regardless of whatever arrangements you have
with his father,
I need him to come with me right now.
Do you know where the fuck you at?
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, I don't want no trouble.
And neither should you.
Motherfucker?
Slay?
Slay, right?
What'd your mama name you?
Andrew. Andrew.
Andrew? Did you kill Ray Jackson?
Didn't kill him.
Who did?
Where's the rest of your crew?
Klub DV8.
Okay.
You stay right there.
It's me. Remember me?
Come on. Let's go.
It's all right. Let's go.
Soo! Soo!
Soo, get her to the hospital.
Keep her somewhere safe.
They might be back.
Thank you, Oscar.
- Yep. - Thank you.
I'm definitely not taking you back to your house.
- Then where are we going? - Let's go.
Are you okay?
Okay, get you all set up
so you can watch some TV and relax.
I'm gonna get my ass beat when I get home.
No, you're not.
That's why you're staying here tonight.
And we'll find your father tomorrow.
Are you gonna kill him like you did those men?
No. I'm just gonna talk to him, that's all.
- Okay? - Okay.
All right. Come on.
Get you all set up. TV.
Here's the remote.
I know you know how to work that.
And I will see you in the morning.
Okay.
Good night.
Where are you going?
I'll be gone for a couple of hours.
You okay?
I like it here. He's funny.
All right. I'll be back.
What can I get you, slick?
Bourbon on ice.
What the fuck?
You fucked up my man.
I didn't hit you that hard.
Your kids today are so soft.
Fuck you, you creepy-ass old man.
Yeah, you're right.
Fuck.
You're right. This is much more private.
Let's see.
What you got? Let's run these pockets.
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh.
Oh, what's this?
You got a two-to-five-year bid in your pocket.
You a cop? Cause that shit ain't mine.
Some motherfucker must've put that in my pocket
trying to frame me!
You know what, I don't give a shit about this.
What you're going to do for me,
you're gonna call your boy out for a little chat.
Man, I ain't doing shit!
What the fuck.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Let's go.
What the fuck?
What?
Hey, have you seen this shit?
Nah, this nigga always
Come on. We should go. Come on.
Damn.
Shit.
What the fuck are you calling us outside for, nigga?
Hold it right there.
Unless you want Drake here to follow the rest of your crew
into the afterlife.
Yeah, that's right.
Your man Slay has been slayed, and your boy Ghost is a ghost.
But you got my word.
I'll let you live if you tell me who popped Ray Jackson.
I know you.
This nigga's a cop.
Kill that nigga!
Shit, shit!
-Let's slide!
Come on. Let's go! Come on!
Come on, Whack!
Oh, fuck!
Fucking got me, man.
Go ahead.
Finish me off.
Tell me what I want to know, and I'll call you an ambulance.
I ain't telling you shit, you pig!
Oscar Shaw.
Evening.
Oscar.
May we ask you where you're coming from?
Had a hankering for a pack of gum.
Side effect of being a recovering smoker.
You're pretty well-dressed for simply stepping out
for some gum, Mr. Shaw.
Well, maybe you should see what I look like
stepping out for a steak sometime.
There was a shooting at Klub DV8.
Some of the gang members were attacked.
Several were killed.
That's terrible.
Know anything about that?
Not until just now.
Do you mind coming downtown to answer some questions?
Yeah, I mind.
Don't make this any more complicated
than it already is, Oscar.
On what charge, Ross?
Probable cause.
As long as this doesn't take too long.
Do our best.
Yeah.
Can't say I've ever been
in the back of one of these before.
How long were you on the force?
Over 30 years.
Would've been longer if some bureaucratic asshole
hadn't fucked me over.
That's unfortunate.
Well, life's a bitch.
And then you die.
I want to show you something.
Now that looks a lot like you, doesn't it, Mr. Shaw?
Well, a lot of people say we all look alike,
Detective Perez.
That is not what I meant, and you know it.
All right, cut the shit.
Is that you we were watching?
Simple question.
No, it's not me.
Look, we appreciate you trying to avenge a friend
and clean up the town of scumbags,
but that's our job.
I already told you, that's not me.
So, are we done here?
Your friend Ray was found with over $200,000
stashed in his apartment.
Do you know anything about that?
- Two hundred thousand? - Mm-hm.
Damn, he still owe me 500.
Or, maybe you knew he was dead,
and you were coming into the apartment
to get the cash.
I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that,
so I won't have to dislike you.
Okay, I think we're done here.
It's about goddamn time.
Look, I'm sorry about accusing you
of killing your friend.
I know you didn't do it.
It's okay.
How was your time like with him,
on the force?
We were inseparable.
People used to joke,
and they called us bad boys.
Yeah, after my career was over,
I got really down.
Chased my wife away.
Even thought about eating a bullet.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Then I started meditating,
and stopped holding onto shit so tight.
Maybe I should start meditating too, huh?
No, no, no. It's not him.
It's probably someone that Tron pissed off.
You know, there's a lot of people out there
that want him dead.
Sir, it's too much of a coincidence though.
All of them are dead, except them.
And within days, right after Jackson?
It's not Shaw.
He probably hasn't aimed a gun in years.
I'm telling you,
the guy's different.
Do you know he tries to keep sane by meditating?
With a chicken timer.
Really? Well, how do you keep
your sanity, detective?
You do crossword puzzles?
Listen to me. It's...
whoever's killing these morons, they're doing us a favor.
They're like weeds.
You pull one and two more show up.
They're not going to be missed.
What time is it?
Time for you to tell me who the hell this is on my couch.
He's my best friend.
His moms didn't come home,
so I thought it'd be best if he'd chill here too.
You thought it would be best, huh?
Well, I'm not running a boy's home for runaway kids.
He can stay the night,
but this place better be cleaned up
by the time I wake up in the morning.
You got me?
Yes, sir.
All right. Good night.
Yeah?
I just came back from the hospital.
Whack died. He bled to death.
That's too bad.
That means the killer's still out there,
and he's responsible for two murders.
But that's not what I'm calling about.
I'm listening.
Before he died, Whack told me that Tron
had been seeing Jasmine Trent.
Yeah?
She lives in Chinatown.
Okay.
I figured he's running out of places to hide,
and it's a short bet he might pop up at her place.
I have an address.
Okay, why are you telling me this?
I thought you might want to know.
But you didn't hear this from me,
and we didn't have this conversation.
Okay, thanks.
What are you doing here?
Look, I got a tip.
- I can't say from who... - Give me the gun.
So it was you at Klub DV8.
Look, just hear me out...
Good try.
Fucking bitch!
Travis!
Yo, why didn't you warn me these motherfuckers was coming?
I fucking tried.
You set me up, after all I did for you.
Aw, fuck. You got me, Oscar.
Let's smoke these dumbass niggas.
You were behind this, weren't you?
Travis here's my cousin.
It's Tron. Not fucking Travis, bro.
You killed Ray.
He was gonna rat on all of us.
The money...
Yo, what's this bitch talking about?
The money he was hoarding.
It was his payoff.
Yeah, all that money,
and no fucking gratitude?
Are you all right?
I'd feel a lot better...
not lying here in a pool of my own blood,
but maybe that's me.
1031 Winter Street.
Officer down.
I need an ambulance and backup.
How you doing?
I'm great.
How you feeling?
Well-ventilated.
And you?
I got lucky.
One went straight through, the other one just grazed me.
You took your two like a champ.
Why, thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Tell me, did you know Ross was dirty?
I had a feeling, yes.
I'm actually undercover.
With the federal task force.
And investigating Ross and I have my suspicions,
this goes higher up.
Archer.
- Yep. - Man. Piece of shit.
Mm-hmm.
I'm just... I'm just glad you're okay.
Well, get me out of here, I'll be a lot better.
Let me see what I can do.
All right.
Nurse said you were out here.
Thought I'd come out, uh, check on your progress.
Okay, look, I know I'm the last person on Earth
you want to see right now.
Really. What gave you the first clue?
Ah, Frank, man. This is...
The last few days have taught me that life is too short
to hang on to bullshit.
You know?
Maybe it's just the meds talking.
Hey, I agree with you.
I really do.
But I'd like to talk about a proposition.
I'm listening.
It was pretty embarrassing
with what happened to Detective Ross.
I tell the press that you were attempting to assist Ross.
You know, you were concerned for his welfare.
In the process, though, he killed Ross and wounded you.
Moments later, Perez came on the scene,
killed Tron, and saved you.
Well, that's good.
Man, if I learned anything
working in narco unit,
it's to follow the money to the source.
- Mm-hmm. - Okay?
So how did Ross get all that heroin on the street
for his cousin to sell?
I mean, who was protecting him?
I have a partner. He's Colombian.
Uh, he says he knows you.
- Caesar? - Yeah.
- The cigar dude. - Yeah.
Yeah.
He brings up his product from south of the border.
Tron and his boys distribute it.
And, well, we... we look the other way.
So you allow a cartel to operate in the city,
and you charge a fee for yourself.
No. It's not for me.
It's for us.
How long were you on the force?
Thirty years? Thirty years.
And what do you have to show for it, huh?
A broken marriage, 100 grand in therapy bills?
It's not just for me, Oscar.
It's for us.
I'm down two men now.
Those were good men.
And I need another good man.
And I need you, Oscar.
I need you. All right?
So I'm gonna get you started with $100,000, okay?
It was gonna go to Jackson, but now it's yours.
- A hundred thousand? - Yeah.
Sometimes Caesar needs a little help.
You know, some housecleaning.
Hot new drug gang comes on up here,
tries to set up shop.
Sometimes he needs a little help with that,
if you know what I mean.
- Yeah. - So listen, Oscar.
It's about being on the winning team.
Yeah.
- All right? - Yeah, I understand.
You okay?
Oh, man, sometimes these meds, man,
they just... they just jack my head up.
- You need me to get the nurse? - No, no, no, no, no.
I'll call her.
Oh, shit.
Could you take me inside?
I... I need to rest for a little bit.
Good afternoon.
I'd like to address the events of the last couple of weeks.
Detective Sergeant Charles M. Ross
was investigating a gang that was selling heroin laced
with fentanyl to the beautiful citizens of this city.
Ross, alongside Detective Sergeant Nina E. Perez,
were able to stop these suspects.
In the course of a gun battle, however,
the gang leader, Travis Parks, a.k.a. Tron,
was killed
alongside our beloved Detective Charles Ross.
I'd like to bring Detective Sergeant Perez
up to the podium.
She has a few words.
- Are you ready? - Mm-hmm.
Thank you, Commander Archer
for the introduction
and the Meritorious Service Award
for my fallen partner, Detective Ross,
or Chuck, to his friends.
However, what was spoken of here was far from the truth.
Detective Ross,
along with retired officer Raymond Jackson,
as well as Police Commander Frank Archer,
were the reason why so much fentanyl-laced heroin
hit the streets.
I have some evidence
obtained thanks and credit to another officer
who wasn't named but should be,
since he's the one who made most of this possible... Oscar Shaw.
He brings in his product
from south of the border,
makes his way up here.
Tron and his P.S.K. gangsters distribute it
and we... well, we look the other way.
This thing was A.I. generated.
You are lying. This is a complete lie.
You fabricated this whole thing.
The only fabricated thing here, Commander,
is that bullshit speech
you just dumped in talking to the press.
Officers, take this man out.
What? Scott! Steve!
Mr. Shaw, come on up here.
Private citizen Oscar Shaw also recovered the heroin
that was stolen.
It's off the streets.
He was unfairly forced to quit his position on the force,
but I'm here today to tell you that he is a man of integrity,
like no one I've ever met.
And he made my job as an investigator
with Internal Affairs much easier.
Thank you, Mr. Shaw.
- Hey, hey. Hey, ladies. - Oh. Hey, Oscar.
How's it going?
- Good. - Oscar!
Hey. How you doing?
Good. And who do you have with you?
Well, this is Andre
and he's going to be staying with me for a little while.
And...
Stay here.
So Andre, like how's school going?
- Good. - Awesome.
Hey.
Oh, it's you. What you want over here?
Andre's your son, right?
Yeah, Andre's my son. Where he been at?
He's been staying with me.
What you mean he's been staying with you?
Listen, Andre's going to stay with me for a while.
That's my kid. You can't do that to me.
Think just 'cause you got a suit on you you're better than me
and you're gonna take my kid?
That's my son!
All the fucking money in the register now.
Let's go. Chop chop, motherfuckers.
Hey. Hey, what the hell are you doing?
What the fuck it look like I'm doing?
Man, back up!
I get it.
You grew up worshipping gangsters
because that's the only people you see getting respect.
But son, your friends, your phone, and your music
has taught you that waving guns and dying young is gangster.
But what's really gangster
is you being bold enough to break the cycle
and carve out a real life for yourself and those you love.
Let this be a sign and you go rethink some things.
And if you decide you want help or revenge,
my name is Oscar Shaw and I ain't hard to find.
Go.
You know what, man? Fuck it.
Andre can stay with you.
For now.
Okay. Here's your allowance.
Don't spend it all on junk.
I know.
We are so glad to have you back, Officer Shaw.