Drive Through Fire (2026) Movie Script
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[phone ringing]
What kind of stupid
were you afraid Jason
was gonna do?
I'm at the Omeda.
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[pants]
[sighs]
[glovebox door opens]
[pills rattling]
[pill bottle lid shuts]
[glovebox door shuts]
[man grunting]
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[pills rattling]
[toilet flushes]
[elevator dings]
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Just give me the fucking purse.
[pills rattle]
You need to slow down.
Bear!
[grunts]
[phone buzzes,
notification dings]
[sighs]
Jesus. Fuck.
[car engine starting
and whirring]
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[distant siren wailing]
[indicator ticking]
[knocking]
Jason.
Yeah, I'm-- I'm Jason,
but I'm-- I'm-- I'm looking
for Krystal.
Oh.
Ah.
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[handbrake clicks]
[car whirring]
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[indicator ticking]
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So is this the, uh,
start of the night
or the end of the night?
[Baranov] I thought I selected
"No Talking".
Uh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you did.
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[indicator ticking]
Right over here.
[Jason] Okey dokey.
Yeah.
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Room 223.
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[car horn honks]
[car whirring]
[phone rings]
Yeah?
Did you, um, sign the papers
my lawyer sent over by chance?
[Jason on video call] No, look,
I haven't gotten to that yet.
I think I'm in the middle of
an emergency here.
Uh, if-- if a woman does this--
-That-- that's a thing, right?
-[Jaime on video call] What?
That.
Yeah,
that's a trafficking thing.
Oh, I just dropped off a woman
who just did it.
Should I call the cops?
[Jaime on video call]
You know what?
By the time they get there,
she's gonna be long gone.
[sighs] Fuck.
All right, I gotta go.
[Jason on video call]
Wait, Jason,
don't do anything stup--
[end call tone]
[phone rings]
[end call tone]
-[phone rings]
-[end call tone]
[sighs]
Detective Tommy Poole, please.
Can you just tell him
that Jaime Brandis called
and have him call me?
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[car door closes]
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[button clicks]
[elevator doors thud open]
[button clicks]
[elevator doors thud close]
[thud]
[elevator doors thud open]
[thud]
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[woman screams]
[man 1] Who the fuck is that?
[metal clanging,
objects thudding and shattering]
[man screaming]
[man screaming]
[panting]
[button clicks]
[elevator doors thud shut]
[panting]
[Jason]
I got your purse.
They track my phone.
[phone clatters]
[elevator doors thud open]
Okay, this way, this way.
[panting]
[indistinct whispering]
Here's, uh, my wife's,
ex-wife's gym bag.
You may want that.
[glovebox door opens]
[pills rattle]
[car revs]
[pants]
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[plastic bottle crackles]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[siren wailing]
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[coughs]
It's actually Kristina.
Huh?
Kristina, my name.
Uh, they...
They made me change it.
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[phone rings]
Hey.
[Tommy]
Why'd you call me here?
[Jaime on phone] You left your
phone at my place last night.
Oh, I went back and got it.
Good to finally have a key.
[Jaime on phone] Hey, I hate
to ask you this, but--
Hold on, hold on.
Are you trying to make me look
like an asshole
with these shit cases?
Your assault,
it's barely a plea deal.
-We got two eyewitness--
-[DA] No, no, no.
Two dopers.
No jury's gonna listen to them.
Get your shit straightened out.
Sorry,
what did you hate to ask me?
Jason's in the middle of
something right now.
[Tommy on phone] Oh, shit.
-What did he do now?
-[Jaime on phone] Hey!
What-- what's going on?
He thinks he picked up a woman
who's being trafficked.
Does he still have her?
[Jaime on phone] No, he dropped
her off at the Omeda.
Well, if he still
had her in his car, I'd tell
him to drive her here.
But?
Getting a warrant to bust
into a high-end hotel
because your drug-addicted,
soon-to-be ex-husband dropped
off a woman at her destination
that he believes--
-You're up.
-Shit.
Look, I gotta go.
She gave him
the hand signal for help.
Even if the DA went for it,
which he won't, by the time
we got a warrant, she's gonna be
on to her next trick.
[Jaime on phone]
That's what I told him.
I'm-- I'm just worried
he's gonna do something stupid.
Look, I have no time
for this guy, and you gotta
stop trying to save him.
[scoffs]
Asshole.
-Hello?
-[disconnect tone]
Oh, fuck.
[Kristina] I have to go
to the bathroom.
Uh, get, uh...
Get whatever you need in there.
Are you actually getting me out?
Well, I'm not leaving you here.
[Kristina] I don't know you.
I have to get all the way out.
If I'm on my own,
I'll say some crazy Swyft driver
kidnapped me.
No, hey, that's--
that is not what I did.
If you're just playing hero,
I need to go back now.
It'll-- it'll be bad,
but not as bad as if--
Hey, I'm gonna get you help.
[payment terminal chimes]
Shit.
[sighs]
[ringing tone]
[exhales]
[Jaime on phone]
Hey, I called you.
You didn't answer.
Listen,I just talked
to the cops.
They're not gonna do shit
'cause the DA--
[Jason on phone] Jaime.
Jaime, I-- I got her.
[Jaime on phone] What?
The woman I picked
up at The Bradford,
I went back...
Look, I went back and I got her,
and I need a safe place
to take her.
[Jaime on phone]
Can the john identify you?
No.
No, he's not gonna be able
to identify anybody, ever.
[Jaime on phone] Jesus, Jason!
[Jason]
You just said yourself
that the justice system
wouldn't do shit.
[Jaime on phone] That's not what
we're fucking talking about.
Yeah.
She, uh, she thinks
I'm gonna abandon her.
Uh-- uh...
[takes a deep breaths]
There's a place on 35
you can take her.
I'll call you back
with the details.
All right.
Thank you.
-Thank you.
-[fuel nozzle clunks]
[phone beeps]
[fuel nozzle clunking]
[glovebox door opens]
[pills rattling]
[gun cocks]
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Where is she?
Hey, I'll, uh...
Hey, I-- l--
I'll take you--
I'll take you to her.
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[Chapman] Front desk got a call
of a disturbance and called us.
When I arrived on the scene
and saw this, I called you.
Security cameras?
Lobby and elevators,
and I took a screenshot
of a potential perp.
Send that to me, and I wanna
see all the footage.
Lab guys?
[Chapman] Notified,
but they're backed up.
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Where is she?
She's right up here,
but if she sees
you, dude, she's gone.
[seat belt alarm sounds]
Will you fucking buckle
up that sound?
-Yeah, man.
-Come on, man.
All right, dude.
[indistinct speech]
Crap!
[grunts]
[pants]
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No, I'm at his car.
[pants]
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[thud]
[pipe clatters]
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[gunshot]
[tires screeching]
[gunshot]
[Tommy] Yep?
[Davis on phone]
Got a hit on Mohawk.
That was quick.
[Davis on phone] Well,
he's a known piece of shit.
Give it to me.
[Davis on phone] Attempted
murder, assault, solicitation,
drug trafficking.
Like I said, piece of shit.
[doorbell chimes]
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Shit!
Shit.
Shit!
Oh, my God.
[Kristina] Where'd you go?
You said you were gonna be here.
I am. I'm here.
I'm h-- I'm here.
We gotta go. We gotta--
we gotta go. We gotta go.
I-- and I-- We got--
we have to go right now.
Yeah.
[Kristina] What are you doing?
I'm looking.
Hey, there is a-- there's
a knife in the glove box.
Could you-- could you grab that?
Here.
[Jason] Thanks.
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Okay, are you--
Do you have anything
on from before?
Bra, panty, anything like that?
-It's all back here?
-[Kristina] It's all back there.
Hang on to that watch.
Nothing else?
[thud]
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[indicator ticking]
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[van whooshes]
[indicator ticking]
They made me take those, too.
What?
I saw you take the pills before.
Yeah.
I stopped a month ago.
Well...
I guess, I...
Well, that was the reason.
Wait, how didn't they notice?
Well, uh, a-- a couple of girls
got a flu,
so they had no idea
that I was dope-sick.
Have you ever tried to quit?
Yeah, a bunch of times.
Couldn't do it.
It's why I got kicked out
of the army.
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Hey, uh, I'll pull over.
We'll, uh...
I'll help you with that.
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Here, give me that.
Let me see.
This is, uh...
Oh, Jesus.
Pull your hair back
a little bit.
Okay.
Oh, boy. Okay, so this,...
this is gonna sting
a little bit.
Sorry.
Yeah.
[phone vibrating]
Hey!
Thanks for calling me back
so quickly.
Of course.
[Jaime on phone] Listen,
my ex-husband has a break-out.
Look, I-- I wanna help you,
but I really can't.
[Jaime on phone]
She just needs a safe place.
Look, Jaime, you know this.
We don't do last-minute, chick.
[Jaime on phone]
Carm, they're on the run.
We've had to move twice
in the last two years.
[Jaime on phone]
You just broke her out of
a really violent situation,
Carm.
It's bad.
Please.
[sighs]
Okay.
I'll send you the address,
but he can't come in.
[Carmella] No men here.
These the local guys?
Please tell me we have another
tracker on this chick.
Okay, we got it in the phone?
Guys,
we're retrieving
one little girl!
All right, give me that.
You, you're with me.
Take this.
You go with them.
-Let's go.
-Bring her back.
[car engine starts]
[tires screeching]
[phone rings]
Hey.
[Jaime on phone] Hey, I'm about
to WhatsApp you an address
and some directions.
You, uh, you-- and you trust
these people?
[Jaime on phone]
If my life depended on it.
Listen, erase that contact
as soon as you can.
They do not want dangerous men
finding them.
Did you tell 'em I'm dangerous?
[Jaime on phone] You're the good
kind of dangerous.
Okay, be safe.
Yeah.
[end call tone]
[indicator ticking]
Seems like a good lady.
[sighs]
Yeah, she's, um...
Yeah.
Why didn't it work out?
Oh, I-- I checked into rehab
for the fourth time
without telling her,
and then, um...
was gone for three weeks
without a word, so...
That did it.
Rough.
I've been gone for four years.
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How can I help you?
Uh, we're dropping off for,
um--
-Amelia.
-Amelia.
That's the magic word.
If you can follow me,
I'll get you settled in.
Here.
Just thank you.
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[phone rings]
Hey!
[Jaime on phone]
I'm sorry I hung up on you.
What kind of stupid were you
afraid Jason was gonna do?
Jaime,I'm at the Omeda.
Did he get her out safely?
I got them a woman shelter,
and they're on their way
there now.
Shit!
[Jaime on phone] What?
I'll call you back.
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[police siren wailing
in distance]
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[Kristina]
What if they come here?
[Carmella] We lock up
and call the cops.
Now get some sleep.
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[Jesse] It's empty.
Looks like they ditched it.
[Joseph] Maybe.
We'll take a look
at the last place they stopped.
One of you assholes stay here.
Why do I gotta stay here?
In case they come back,
motherfucker.
[chuckles]
[Joseph] Watch your ass!
This guy took down Bear.
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[groans]
[pants]
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[car doors shut]
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At least seven bedrooms.
Entry points in the front,
back, and sides.
Unsure about security.
The boss wants this bitch back.
-They study the photo?
-They got it.
What about the rest?
Shouldn't have took
somebody else's shit.
[gun cocks]
Just the girl.
Stay here, phone it in.
Keep it running.
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-[switch flicks]
-[knife stabs, blood drips]
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Hey, Carm, did you find
the flashlight?
[gun shots]
[alarm sounds]
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Where are you, bitch?
[gun cocks]
Oh, hold on, hold on.
Just be careful.
Just let's talk about--
[grunting, groaning]
[glass shatters]
[groaning, grunting]
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[dustbin thudding]
[gun shots]
[groaning, grunting]
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I'm calling 911,
you motherfuckers!
[groaning, grunting]
Fuckin' fuck you.
-[glass shatters]
-[yells]
[pants]
[thud]
[grunting]
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[pants]
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You got her?
-[gasps]
-[gunshot]
Go, go, go!
They're coming.
They're coming.
-Go, go, go, go.
-I'm trying, I'm trying.
Go, go.
Fucking asshole!
What the fuck?
Hey, that footage get sent
over?
Just forwarded it to ya.
Any second floor hallway
footage?
[Davis]
You got everything.
[Tommy]
Hey, no sound on these?
I don't know, Tommy,
just whatever you have.
Okay, what made you move,
big boy?
[mouse clicking]
Okay, I'm sending
you over another pic.
See if we can get an ID.
[Kristina] How'd they find me?
[sighs]
I think, uh, I think big man put
another tracker on my car
at the gas station.
Fair enough.
Is he, uh, is he your pimp?
-[groans]
-No, just muscle.
Victor's in charge.
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[pants, sniffles]
Why'd you start?
Start what?
Pills.
Well, uh, RPG hit my Humvee
and jacked my back.
Well, then why'd they kick
you out?
I requested to go to rehab
instead of another deployment,
so I got going.
So then they tossed
you for taking pain pills?
Yep, pills they gave me,
so fuck me, I guess.
Okay, here we go.
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Sorry.
Nothing some titties won't fix.
Oh, yeah, you got that right.
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He won't call the cops
until he sobers up.
Come on, girls,
we got more stops to make.
Let's go!
Hey.
Which one?
[overlapping chatter]
This?
Guys.
What the fuck, man?
[Victor groans]
-[Brad] Hey.
-Fuck.
I just called the cops.
You think I give a shit
about the cops, man?
I'm-- I'm not standing
on a street corner in a fur
coat with gold chains.
I'm not a street pimp selling
20 dollar blow jobs,
and my clients don't
have to drive down dark alleys
looking for crack whores
to beat up.
[groans]
[Victor sighs]
This asshole...
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Stop, stop.
[Victor] Cost me thousands.
[Brad] You want money?
I got money.
[Victor] Really?
Wow!
It's my lucky day.
Yours, too, asshole.
Let's go.
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Bear, Bear, what the fuck?
Where's your phone,
you stupid shit?
Image of the girl
is too shitty,
but we got more on Mohawk.
He's out on bail for kidnapping
and armed robbery in Vegas.
Both Federal.
Huh, and not supposed
to leave Nevada.
Nope.
TSA didn't flag him?
Nothing.
Maybe he drove.
Looks like he's tied
to some convicted drug smuggler
who got chased out of Miami
in 2015.
Hmm.
All out of state,
nothing local at all.
Yeah.
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[dog barking in distance]
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[Davis] Crime scene guys wrapped
up at the hotel.
Initial COD is blunt force
trauma to the head,
but we gotta wait
on the coroner.
ID on the vic is...
Spit it out.
Mike Stevens.
Congressmen Mike Stevens.
Moral High-Ground Mike Stevens?
Took a second to ID 'cause
he checked in under a fake name.
Oh, shit.
[Davis] DA's gonna be
up our ass on this one.
Yeah, fuck that asshole.
See what was in that bag
of toys he had with him?
Yeah, it looked like old Mike
was trying to inflict some pain.
[chuckles]
I'm tempted to call this one
self-defense just to see
if that shit is straight enough
for old district asshole.
Anything else?
Bunch of prints in the bathroom.
Let me know when they come back.
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[knocks]
[Kristina]
Ditch the car?
It's a barber shop
around the corner.
They're gonna think we, uh,
we got another ride.
Look, this-- this is gonna
have to do for now.
They, uh, they got my car,
they got my address,
so, uh, why don't you--
and I'll, um--
-No, I--
-[Jason] No, no.
Take-- come on.
[groans]
They just brought us
in for the weekend,
then right back to Vegas.
A lot of money in town,
I guess, huh?
Yeah, it's billionaire
private jet money.
Oof, that sounds expensive.
600 for 30 minutes, each girl.
How much of that do you keep?
They take everything.
Yeah.
I bet.
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Bathroom prints belong
to housekeeping, Stevens,
one set yet to be ID'd.
Rest is up to you.
I'm being tasked
to the shooting.
Shooting?
What shooting?
Come on, Tom, where you been?
Sorry, I've been a little
preoccupied.
Three shot at a women's shelter.
Total chaos.
Any survivors?
[Davis] At the hospital.
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Bob!
Caeti's down.
[Victor] Fuck!
All right, go.
Now!
[chair clatters]
[door shuts]
[Jason vomiting]
[toilet flushes]
[sniffles]
You got a rough road ahead.
Thanks.
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Nothing but a mattress
on the floor, a card table,
some divorce papers.
[DOC]
Homeschool needs a pick-up.
What?
Jaime Brandis.
This'll be helpful.
-Hey, are you okay?
-[groans]
-[Lana] Diamond?
-[Diamond groaning]
[Lana]
Diamond.
Hey, she needs help!
Diamond.
Oh, no, she's ODing.
Fucking Dance Fever.
[Lana]
She needs help.
Pull over!
Bitch.
[laughs]
Oh, shit.
Well, just-- just--
All right, turn right,
turn right.
Fuck!
Are you kidding me?
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[Kristina] I wanted to die.
It felt like the only way out.
The Vegas house was double
bolted.
We get locked in.
Why did you leave three times
after going through this?
The higher power shit.
[exhales]
In rehab, they--
They force God down
your throat, and...
[exhales]
I just don't buy it.
I-- it's bullshit.
Oh.
Faith was the only thing
that kept me alive.
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Goddamnit, everybody give me
your fucking drugs.
Right, where?
Oh, perfect.
J-- 20 minutes.
Yeah.
Right, where is this guy?
[police siren wailing]
[knocking on door]
[vitals monitor beeping]
[Tommy]
Good morning, Carmella.
I'm Detective Poole.
Fuck your soft-soap.
I got nothing for you.
Uh, okay, well, what about her?
Well, she's not here
or in the morgue,
in case you're interested.
Look, I'm just trying to help.
Really?
So you're in the business of
helping women now?
I think you're looking to pin
this shit on somebody.
I'm just trying to figure out
who's after them.
I can't help you.
Okay, well, if you should
change your mind,
give me a call.
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Huh.
Hey, hey.
[Victor] Boy, this, uh, place
is hard to find!
Hey, let's relax, all right?
Put 'em down.
Let's all chill.
Hold on. You, uh, You Victor?
Shit.
Oh, shit.
Why didn't you say so?
Huh.
Appreciate you letting me store
my girls here for a while.
Not a problem.
At all.
The party favors are ready
for inspection.
Let's go.
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What are you doing here?
I'm just seeing a friend.
I need you to stay away
from this.
She is here because of me,
Tommy.
People are dead
because they went
to that shelter.
Now, if you sent them anywhere
else, I need to know.
All I know is he picked
her up at the Bradford and he--
He picked her up at the Bradford
and dropped her off
at the Omeda,
and then they went
to the shelter.
The Bradford?
Yeah, I think so.
That's it, that's all I know.
Okay.
You don't know shit
until I figure this out, okay?
Your friend back there
doesn't like cops very much.
Well, she helps abuse victims
that cops treat like hardened
street criminals, so...
I'm just trying to find out
who the bad guys
are so they don't kill anybody
else, all right?
I ask you to stay away
from this, but do what you want.
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Quality control?
You don't have to worry
about no bad batch with us.
We cook the crystal and grow
the weed on site.
Been using the same coke
connect for years,
we never had no problem.
What about your pills?
Stole them from Walmart last
night myself.
We ain't got no Chinese shit
here, brah.
And the airport?
Just a quarter mile down
the road.
Easy as shit to get to.
Okay.
We could give you a discount
in trade.
Yeah.
And for him, too.
What about you?
Uh, not my flavor.
Look, I gotta go take care
of some shit.
If these two get out of hand,
we are gonna have a major
fucking problem.
Yeah, understood.
You get the rest when we come
back for the girls and the shit.
Come on, guys, let's go.
[Receptionist] Hello,
welcome to the Bradford.
Hello.
I'm gonna need to see
your security footage
from last night.
Yeah, okay, I got it.
I got it!
All right.
[groans]
That's the address.
All right, let's go.
[takes a deep breath]
How's it going, Joseph?
How about you fuck off?
Feeling a little sensitive
about your face, huh?
I'm curious,
how do you know this guy?
I don't.
It looks like you do know him.
You recognize every dipshit
you stand next to in a hotel
lobby?
Well, you did more than that.
You sat and joked for an hour
with a guy that you did time
with in Vegas.
Then you watched that guy get
into a rideshare car
that was found 500 feet
from a murder scene
that you were found wandering
a block away from.
So, yeah, I think you know him,
and I think you know
how this guy was involved.
Lawyer.
You dick around,
there'll be no deal
and no protection.
Lawyer.
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Got you some new clothes!
[Jason] Hey, you--
you can't be going outside!
You need new pants,
and you need some aspirin
or ibuprofen or something
to help.
Hoping this guy has sugar
in here.
Something to help?
Doesn't look like it.
[sighs]
[Bob]
Nobody saw anybody come in.
[Jesse] Uh, they could have
dumped it and stole another car.
No cars reported stolen
from this lot.
They could be on foot.
Let's spin the block,
see if we can get lucky.
Maybe, man.
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[door creaks open]
[door shuts]
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[tires screeching]
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[screams]
[Jaime] No, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
[screams]
[laughs]
-[yells]
-[groans]
[grunting]
[thwack]
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-DOC: Come on.
-[screaming]
No!
[screams]
[trunk gate slams]
[car doors shuts]
[tires screech, car vrooms]
[Tires screech]
[screams]
No! Help!
Help!
[Robinson] Open it up.
Get cleaned up.
Your bail hearing's been
moved up.
[chuckles]
Hey, fat ass, what part of open
it up don't you understand?
[gavel slams]
Your Honor,
the State's evidence is mostly
circumstantial.
We have a video.
Of what?
My client in a hotel lobby near
a guy accused of a different
crime?
State's requesting that bail
be denied?
[DA] Yes, Judge.
The accused is a flight risk,
multiple time convicted felon,
and due to the violent nature
of the crime,
we believe he poses a threat
to the public.
His previous convictions
were more than a decade ago.
He has family in the area.
He's not going anywhere.
Request denied.
Bail is set at $100,000.
[gavel slams]
See what happens
with your half-cocked bullshit?
Man, fuck you.
Just do your job.
I don't have time for you.
Yeah, that's right.
You got more important asses
to kiss at your fundraiser,
right?
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Boys!
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[car doors shut]
[groans]
Oh, you nasty motherfucker.
[coughs, groans]
[Jesse] Goddammit.
[]
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[]
Motherfucker!
Where the fuck did you--
Fuck!
Shit.
Where the fuck did you go?
[]
Fuck! Shit!
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Bring 'em upstairs.
Come on, come on!
No, no, not this one.
Go on and sit down.
[Willard] What are you doing
with her?
[Victor] She's done.
Leave her with us.
Call it square.
All right.
See?
There is no out.
Okay.
Let's go.
[laughing]
Let's go have some fun.
Ain't she pretty?
[]
[]
This is Detective 132.
I have a 134 in progress.
I repeat,
kidnapping at Three Oaks Blvd,
just north of the 122nd
and Air Depot.
Multiple armed suspects,
and at least one victim inside.
Go clean up your fucking mess.
Then you meet us at the plane.
[whistles]
[Kristina screaming]
Stop fighting!
Stop fighting.
We're gonna have fun.
Driver's in there.
Then put that fat piece of shit
out of his misery.
Hey, god-- Vic--
Bro, what the fuck, man?
Victor!
Victor!
Come on, man.
Fucking betray me.
Victor!
[Dispatcher on radio]
SWAT is being called.
Await back-up.
Danger is imminent.
I'm in pursuit.
[Dispatcher on radio]
Negative, Detective.
Await back-up.
That's bullshit.
Just tell them not to shoot me
when they get here.
[Dispatcher on radio]
Detective.
[]
Hey, Judge, 100 grand?
Huh?
[McCurdy] Screw you, Victor.
Anything less, the COCJ
would be crawling up my ass.
Plus, you can afford it.
Let's not talk
about what I can afford.
Let's go.
Come on.
[]
Come on.
[screaming]
Vegas is waiting, baby.
All right, well...
Yeah.
Go start the party without me,
Your Honor.
Hey, Bobby, let's just say now
we're talking.
[]
All right,
this should cover your time.
Thank you.
[McCurdy]
Hey, what's the hold-up?
[Victor] Hey, just get back
in the plane.
We lost a lot of men.
Yeah.
Um, get back on the plane,
Your Honor.
[panting]
Uh, for your losses.
Thank you.
Let's go.
-You take care of all of it?
-I'm doing it right now.
-Let's go.
-You didn't see it?
I'm not--
What the fuck?
[phone buzzing]
[Baranov] Hey, boss.
[Victor on phone]
You kill the driver yet?
I, uh--
[Victor on phone]
You got one minute.
Yes, sir.
[Victor on phone]
Goddammit, get it done!
Fuck!
He's gone.
[sighs]
[grunting]
[]
What's going on?
Damn it.
You know they can't live.
Wait, Bobby, wait!
Open the door!
Take care of your shit.
No, Bobby, get back
in the fucking car.
You gotta drive.
Open the fucking door, Louie!
[]
[grunting]
[]
[gunshots]
You know they're gonna kill
you, too, right?
[gunshot]
[Jaime] No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
No.
[gunshot]
[grunting]
Tommy!
Fuck you!
[gunshot]
[panting]
[gun racking]
Fuck. Fuck.
They're supposed to go back--
-[gunshots]
-[screaming]
[]
[gunshots]
-Is there anyone else?
-I don't know.
Did you call for backup?
Yeah, but it might be a while.
Okay.
Look, my car is parked across
that field.
Can everyone run?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Yeah.
Let's go.
[]
[panting]
Jason!
[Jaime]
Tommy!
[yells]
[grunts]
Go, get out of here!
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[gunshots]
Take this, take--
Go, go, go. Go!
[gunshots]
[grunting]
[firing]
Chase 'em!
[grunting]
[firing]
[panting]
[]
[grunting]
[]
[firing]
[grunting]
[firing]
Okay.
[gunshots]
[screaming]
Jaime, get up!
Come on!
[grunting]
[glass shatters]
[grunts]
[]
[]
[gunshot]
[knife whooshing]
[grunting]
[block shatters]
[]
[gunshots]
[]
Jaime, are you okay?
[Jaime]
Yeah.
Tommy.
Give me your guns.
-You good?
-Yeah, yeah.
I want you to get her to Doctor
Palmer at St. James Hospital.
St. James Hospital.
Go! I gotta clean this up.
They Don't know any of
you were here.
[]
[police siren wailing]
[]
[Rehab woman]
Jason, you have visitors.
They're on the south deck.
[]
[Tommy] I witnessed the suspect
dragging the victim at gunpoint.
I then decided to engage
before backup could arrive.
After I dropped Miss Clark
and her captor off, I, uh,
drove around the back
and I called my ex-wife.
I snuck out of the room
when the john--
Congressmen Stevens.
I didn't know that at the time,
but yeah, when the congressman
went to the bathroom.
While parked, I saw her coming
out of the back,
and I, uh, picked her up.
He signaled to me, and I got
in his car.
And then when I dropped her off,
I drove around the block
and I-- and I took some pills.
When the gunfire started,
I ran out of the shelter
and into the night.
And you abandoned your car near
the shelter?
Um, I was...
I was too stoned
to drive,
so I-- I just left it there.
I didn't stop running
until I got to my father's house
in Arkansas.
And the suspect in question
was this man?
Mr. Baranov, yes.
My conclusion is Mr. Baranov
killed the congressman,
believing the congressman let
Miss Clark go free.
Many of the weapons used
in the gunfight at the ranch
were also used the previous
night in the shooting
at the women's shelter,
and the victim was found near
that crime scene.
Mr. Baranov was eliminating
witnesses.
[Jaime] Do they need me?
Gunshot strangely wasn't
reported.
Will it go to court?
DA's not gonna prosecute
a dead man.
Take me to lunch?
No.
Let's get a drink.
[DA] You checked yourself
into a motel by yourself?
And then the next day,
I checked into rehab,
and I've been there
for six months.
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This is my dad.
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[phone ringing]
What kind of stupid
were you afraid Jason
was gonna do?
I'm at the Omeda.
[]
[pants]
[sighs]
[glovebox door opens]
[pills rattling]
[pill bottle lid shuts]
[glovebox door shuts]
[man grunting]
[]
[pills rattling]
[toilet flushes]
[elevator dings]
[]
Just give me the fucking purse.
[pills rattle]
You need to slow down.
Bear!
[grunts]
[phone buzzes,
notification dings]
[sighs]
Jesus. Fuck.
[car engine starting
and whirring]
[]
[]
[distant siren wailing]
[indicator ticking]
[knocking]
Jason.
Yeah, I'm-- I'm Jason,
but I'm-- I'm-- I'm looking
for Krystal.
Oh.
Ah.
[]
[handbrake clicks]
[car whirring]
[]
[indicator ticking]
[]
[]
So is this the, uh,
start of the night
or the end of the night?
[Baranov] I thought I selected
"No Talking".
Uh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you did.
[]
[indicator ticking]
Right over here.
[Jason] Okey dokey.
Yeah.
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Room 223.
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[car horn honks]
[car whirring]
[phone rings]
Yeah?
Did you, um, sign the papers
my lawyer sent over by chance?
[Jason on video call] No, look,
I haven't gotten to that yet.
I think I'm in the middle of
an emergency here.
Uh, if-- if a woman does this--
-That-- that's a thing, right?
-[Jaime on video call] What?
That.
Yeah,
that's a trafficking thing.
Oh, I just dropped off a woman
who just did it.
Should I call the cops?
[Jaime on video call]
You know what?
By the time they get there,
she's gonna be long gone.
[sighs] Fuck.
All right, I gotta go.
[Jason on video call]
Wait, Jason,
don't do anything stup--
[end call tone]
[phone rings]
[end call tone]
-[phone rings]
-[end call tone]
[sighs]
Detective Tommy Poole, please.
Can you just tell him
that Jaime Brandis called
and have him call me?
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[car door closes]
[]
[button clicks]
[elevator doors thud open]
[button clicks]
[elevator doors thud close]
[thud]
[elevator doors thud open]
[thud]
[]
[woman screams]
[man 1] Who the fuck is that?
[metal clanging,
objects thudding and shattering]
[man screaming]
[man screaming]
[panting]
[button clicks]
[elevator doors thud shut]
[panting]
[Jason]
I got your purse.
They track my phone.
[phone clatters]
[elevator doors thud open]
Okay, this way, this way.
[panting]
[indistinct whispering]
Here's, uh, my wife's,
ex-wife's gym bag.
You may want that.
[glovebox door opens]
[pills rattle]
[car revs]
[pants]
[]
[plastic bottle crackles]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[siren wailing]
[]
[coughs]
It's actually Kristina.
Huh?
Kristina, my name.
Uh, they...
They made me change it.
[]
[phone rings]
Hey.
[Tommy]
Why'd you call me here?
[Jaime on phone] You left your
phone at my place last night.
Oh, I went back and got it.
Good to finally have a key.
[Jaime on phone] Hey, I hate
to ask you this, but--
Hold on, hold on.
Are you trying to make me look
like an asshole
with these shit cases?
Your assault,
it's barely a plea deal.
-We got two eyewitness--
-[DA] No, no, no.
Two dopers.
No jury's gonna listen to them.
Get your shit straightened out.
Sorry,
what did you hate to ask me?
Jason's in the middle of
something right now.
[Tommy on phone] Oh, shit.
-What did he do now?
-[Jaime on phone] Hey!
What-- what's going on?
He thinks he picked up a woman
who's being trafficked.
Does he still have her?
[Jaime on phone] No, he dropped
her off at the Omeda.
Well, if he still
had her in his car, I'd tell
him to drive her here.
But?
Getting a warrant to bust
into a high-end hotel
because your drug-addicted,
soon-to-be ex-husband dropped
off a woman at her destination
that he believes--
-You're up.
-Shit.
Look, I gotta go.
She gave him
the hand signal for help.
Even if the DA went for it,
which he won't, by the time
we got a warrant, she's gonna be
on to her next trick.
[Jaime on phone]
That's what I told him.
I'm-- I'm just worried
he's gonna do something stupid.
Look, I have no time
for this guy, and you gotta
stop trying to save him.
[scoffs]
Asshole.
-Hello?
-[disconnect tone]
Oh, fuck.
[Kristina] I have to go
to the bathroom.
Uh, get, uh...
Get whatever you need in there.
Are you actually getting me out?
Well, I'm not leaving you here.
[Kristina] I don't know you.
I have to get all the way out.
If I'm on my own,
I'll say some crazy Swyft driver
kidnapped me.
No, hey, that's--
that is not what I did.
If you're just playing hero,
I need to go back now.
It'll-- it'll be bad,
but not as bad as if--
Hey, I'm gonna get you help.
[payment terminal chimes]
Shit.
[sighs]
[ringing tone]
[exhales]
[Jaime on phone]
Hey, I called you.
You didn't answer.
Listen,I just talked
to the cops.
They're not gonna do shit
'cause the DA--
[Jason on phone] Jaime.
Jaime, I-- I got her.
[Jaime on phone] What?
The woman I picked
up at The Bradford,
I went back...
Look, I went back and I got her,
and I need a safe place
to take her.
[Jaime on phone]
Can the john identify you?
No.
No, he's not gonna be able
to identify anybody, ever.
[Jaime on phone] Jesus, Jason!
[Jason]
You just said yourself
that the justice system
wouldn't do shit.
[Jaime on phone] That's not what
we're fucking talking about.
Yeah.
She, uh, she thinks
I'm gonna abandon her.
Uh-- uh...
[takes a deep breaths]
There's a place on 35
you can take her.
I'll call you back
with the details.
All right.
Thank you.
-Thank you.
-[fuel nozzle clunks]
[phone beeps]
[fuel nozzle clunking]
[glovebox door opens]
[pills rattling]
[gun cocks]
[]
Where is she?
Hey, I'll, uh...
Hey, I-- l--
I'll take you--
I'll take you to her.
[]
[Chapman] Front desk got a call
of a disturbance and called us.
When I arrived on the scene
and saw this, I called you.
Security cameras?
Lobby and elevators,
and I took a screenshot
of a potential perp.
Send that to me, and I wanna
see all the footage.
Lab guys?
[Chapman] Notified,
but they're backed up.
[]
Where is she?
She's right up here,
but if she sees
you, dude, she's gone.
[seat belt alarm sounds]
Will you fucking buckle
up that sound?
-Yeah, man.
-Come on, man.
All right, dude.
[indistinct speech]
Crap!
[grunts]
[pants]
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No, I'm at his car.
[pants]
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[thud]
[pipe clatters]
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[gunshot]
[tires screeching]
[gunshot]
[Tommy] Yep?
[Davis on phone]
Got a hit on Mohawk.
That was quick.
[Davis on phone] Well,
he's a known piece of shit.
Give it to me.
[Davis on phone] Attempted
murder, assault, solicitation,
drug trafficking.
Like I said, piece of shit.
[doorbell chimes]
[]
Shit!
Shit.
Shit!
Oh, my God.
[Kristina] Where'd you go?
You said you were gonna be here.
I am. I'm here.
I'm h-- I'm here.
We gotta go. We gotta--
we gotta go. We gotta go.
I-- and I-- We got--
we have to go right now.
Yeah.
[Kristina] What are you doing?
I'm looking.
Hey, there is a-- there's
a knife in the glove box.
Could you-- could you grab that?
Here.
[Jason] Thanks.
[]
Okay, are you--
Do you have anything
on from before?
Bra, panty, anything like that?
-It's all back here?
-[Kristina] It's all back there.
Hang on to that watch.
Nothing else?
[thud]
[]
[indicator ticking]
[]
[van whooshes]
[indicator ticking]
They made me take those, too.
What?
I saw you take the pills before.
Yeah.
I stopped a month ago.
Well...
I guess, I...
Well, that was the reason.
Wait, how didn't they notice?
Well, uh, a-- a couple of girls
got a flu,
so they had no idea
that I was dope-sick.
Have you ever tried to quit?
Yeah, a bunch of times.
Couldn't do it.
It's why I got kicked out
of the army.
[]
Hey, uh, I'll pull over.
We'll, uh...
I'll help you with that.
[]
Here, give me that.
Let me see.
This is, uh...
Oh, Jesus.
Pull your hair back
a little bit.
Okay.
Oh, boy. Okay, so this,...
this is gonna sting
a little bit.
Sorry.
Yeah.
[phone vibrating]
Hey!
Thanks for calling me back
so quickly.
Of course.
[Jaime on phone] Listen,
my ex-husband has a break-out.
Look, I-- I wanna help you,
but I really can't.
[Jaime on phone]
She just needs a safe place.
Look, Jaime, you know this.
We don't do last-minute, chick.
[Jaime on phone]
Carm, they're on the run.
We've had to move twice
in the last two years.
[Jaime on phone]
You just broke her out of
a really violent situation,
Carm.
It's bad.
Please.
[sighs]
Okay.
I'll send you the address,
but he can't come in.
[Carmella] No men here.
These the local guys?
Please tell me we have another
tracker on this chick.
Okay, we got it in the phone?
Guys,
we're retrieving
one little girl!
All right, give me that.
You, you're with me.
Take this.
You go with them.
-Let's go.
-Bring her back.
[car engine starts]
[tires screeching]
[phone rings]
Hey.
[Jaime on phone] Hey, I'm about
to WhatsApp you an address
and some directions.
You, uh, you-- and you trust
these people?
[Jaime on phone]
If my life depended on it.
Listen, erase that contact
as soon as you can.
They do not want dangerous men
finding them.
Did you tell 'em I'm dangerous?
[Jaime on phone] You're the good
kind of dangerous.
Okay, be safe.
Yeah.
[end call tone]
[indicator ticking]
Seems like a good lady.
[sighs]
Yeah, she's, um...
Yeah.
Why didn't it work out?
Oh, I-- I checked into rehab
for the fourth time
without telling her,
and then, um...
was gone for three weeks
without a word, so...
That did it.
Rough.
I've been gone for four years.
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[]
How can I help you?
Uh, we're dropping off for,
um--
-Amelia.
-Amelia.
That's the magic word.
If you can follow me,
I'll get you settled in.
Here.
Just thank you.
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[phone rings]
Hey!
[Jaime on phone]
I'm sorry I hung up on you.
What kind of stupid were you
afraid Jason was gonna do?
Jaime,I'm at the Omeda.
Did he get her out safely?
I got them a woman shelter,
and they're on their way
there now.
Shit!
[Jaime on phone] What?
I'll call you back.
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[police siren wailing
in distance]
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[Kristina]
What if they come here?
[Carmella] We lock up
and call the cops.
Now get some sleep.
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[Jesse] It's empty.
Looks like they ditched it.
[Joseph] Maybe.
We'll take a look
at the last place they stopped.
One of you assholes stay here.
Why do I gotta stay here?
In case they come back,
motherfucker.
[chuckles]
[Joseph] Watch your ass!
This guy took down Bear.
[]
[groans]
[pants]
[]
[car doors shut]
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At least seven bedrooms.
Entry points in the front,
back, and sides.
Unsure about security.
The boss wants this bitch back.
-They study the photo?
-They got it.
What about the rest?
Shouldn't have took
somebody else's shit.
[gun cocks]
Just the girl.
Stay here, phone it in.
Keep it running.
[]
-[switch flicks]
-[knife stabs, blood drips]
[]
Hey, Carm, did you find
the flashlight?
[gun shots]
[alarm sounds]
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Where are you, bitch?
[gun cocks]
Oh, hold on, hold on.
Just be careful.
Just let's talk about--
[grunting, groaning]
[glass shatters]
[groaning, grunting]
[]
[dustbin thudding]
[gun shots]
[groaning, grunting]
[]
I'm calling 911,
you motherfuckers!
[groaning, grunting]
Fuckin' fuck you.
-[glass shatters]
-[yells]
[pants]
[thud]
[grunting]
[]
[pants]
[]
You got her?
-[gasps]
-[gunshot]
Go, go, go!
They're coming.
They're coming.
-Go, go, go, go.
-I'm trying, I'm trying.
Go, go.
Fucking asshole!
What the fuck?
Hey, that footage get sent
over?
Just forwarded it to ya.
Any second floor hallway
footage?
[Davis]
You got everything.
[Tommy]
Hey, no sound on these?
I don't know, Tommy,
just whatever you have.
Okay, what made you move,
big boy?
[mouse clicking]
Okay, I'm sending
you over another pic.
See if we can get an ID.
[Kristina] How'd they find me?
[sighs]
I think, uh, I think big man put
another tracker on my car
at the gas station.
Fair enough.
Is he, uh, is he your pimp?
-[groans]
-No, just muscle.
Victor's in charge.
[]
[pants, sniffles]
Why'd you start?
Start what?
Pills.
Well, uh, RPG hit my Humvee
and jacked my back.
Well, then why'd they kick
you out?
I requested to go to rehab
instead of another deployment,
so I got going.
So then they tossed
you for taking pain pills?
Yep, pills they gave me,
so fuck me, I guess.
Okay, here we go.
[]
[]
Sorry.
Nothing some titties won't fix.
Oh, yeah, you got that right.
[]
He won't call the cops
until he sobers up.
Come on, girls,
we got more stops to make.
Let's go!
Hey.
Which one?
[overlapping chatter]
This?
Guys.
What the fuck, man?
[Victor groans]
-[Brad] Hey.
-Fuck.
I just called the cops.
You think I give a shit
about the cops, man?
I'm-- I'm not standing
on a street corner in a fur
coat with gold chains.
I'm not a street pimp selling
20 dollar blow jobs,
and my clients don't
have to drive down dark alleys
looking for crack whores
to beat up.
[groans]
[Victor sighs]
This asshole...
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Stop, stop.
[Victor] Cost me thousands.
[Brad] You want money?
I got money.
[Victor] Really?
Wow!
It's my lucky day.
Yours, too, asshole.
Let's go.
[]
Bear, Bear, what the fuck?
Where's your phone,
you stupid shit?
Image of the girl
is too shitty,
but we got more on Mohawk.
He's out on bail for kidnapping
and armed robbery in Vegas.
Both Federal.
Huh, and not supposed
to leave Nevada.
Nope.
TSA didn't flag him?
Nothing.
Maybe he drove.
Looks like he's tied
to some convicted drug smuggler
who got chased out of Miami
in 2015.
Hmm.
All out of state,
nothing local at all.
Yeah.
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[dog barking in distance]
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[Davis] Crime scene guys wrapped
up at the hotel.
Initial COD is blunt force
trauma to the head,
but we gotta wait
on the coroner.
ID on the vic is...
Spit it out.
Mike Stevens.
Congressmen Mike Stevens.
Moral High-Ground Mike Stevens?
Took a second to ID 'cause
he checked in under a fake name.
Oh, shit.
[Davis] DA's gonna be
up our ass on this one.
Yeah, fuck that asshole.
See what was in that bag
of toys he had with him?
Yeah, it looked like old Mike
was trying to inflict some pain.
[chuckles]
I'm tempted to call this one
self-defense just to see
if that shit is straight enough
for old district asshole.
Anything else?
Bunch of prints in the bathroom.
Let me know when they come back.
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[knocks]
[Kristina]
Ditch the car?
It's a barber shop
around the corner.
They're gonna think we, uh,
we got another ride.
Look, this-- this is gonna
have to do for now.
They, uh, they got my car,
they got my address,
so, uh, why don't you--
and I'll, um--
-No, I--
-[Jason] No, no.
Take-- come on.
[groans]
They just brought us
in for the weekend,
then right back to Vegas.
A lot of money in town,
I guess, huh?
Yeah, it's billionaire
private jet money.
Oof, that sounds expensive.
600 for 30 minutes, each girl.
How much of that do you keep?
They take everything.
Yeah.
I bet.
[]
Bathroom prints belong
to housekeeping, Stevens,
one set yet to be ID'd.
Rest is up to you.
I'm being tasked
to the shooting.
Shooting?
What shooting?
Come on, Tom, where you been?
Sorry, I've been a little
preoccupied.
Three shot at a women's shelter.
Total chaos.
Any survivors?
[Davis] At the hospital.
[]
Bob!
Caeti's down.
[Victor] Fuck!
All right, go.
Now!
[chair clatters]
[door shuts]
[Jason vomiting]
[toilet flushes]
[sniffles]
You got a rough road ahead.
Thanks.
[]
Nothing but a mattress
on the floor, a card table,
some divorce papers.
[DOC]
Homeschool needs a pick-up.
What?
Jaime Brandis.
This'll be helpful.
-Hey, are you okay?
-[groans]
-[Lana] Diamond?
-[Diamond groaning]
[Lana]
Diamond.
Hey, she needs help!
Diamond.
Oh, no, she's ODing.
Fucking Dance Fever.
[Lana]
She needs help.
Pull over!
Bitch.
[laughs]
Oh, shit.
Well, just-- just--
All right, turn right,
turn right.
Fuck!
Are you kidding me?
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[Kristina] I wanted to die.
It felt like the only way out.
The Vegas house was double
bolted.
We get locked in.
Why did you leave three times
after going through this?
The higher power shit.
[exhales]
In rehab, they--
They force God down
your throat, and...
[exhales]
I just don't buy it.
I-- it's bullshit.
Oh.
Faith was the only thing
that kept me alive.
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Goddamnit, everybody give me
your fucking drugs.
Right, where?
Oh, perfect.
J-- 20 minutes.
Yeah.
Right, where is this guy?
[police siren wailing]
[knocking on door]
[vitals monitor beeping]
[Tommy]
Good morning, Carmella.
I'm Detective Poole.
Fuck your soft-soap.
I got nothing for you.
Uh, okay, well, what about her?
Well, she's not here
or in the morgue,
in case you're interested.
Look, I'm just trying to help.
Really?
So you're in the business of
helping women now?
I think you're looking to pin
this shit on somebody.
I'm just trying to figure out
who's after them.
I can't help you.
Okay, well, if you should
change your mind,
give me a call.
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Huh.
Hey, hey.
[Victor] Boy, this, uh, place
is hard to find!
Hey, let's relax, all right?
Put 'em down.
Let's all chill.
Hold on. You, uh, You Victor?
Shit.
Oh, shit.
Why didn't you say so?
Huh.
Appreciate you letting me store
my girls here for a while.
Not a problem.
At all.
The party favors are ready
for inspection.
Let's go.
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What are you doing here?
I'm just seeing a friend.
I need you to stay away
from this.
She is here because of me,
Tommy.
People are dead
because they went
to that shelter.
Now, if you sent them anywhere
else, I need to know.
All I know is he picked
her up at the Bradford and he--
He picked her up at the Bradford
and dropped her off
at the Omeda,
and then they went
to the shelter.
The Bradford?
Yeah, I think so.
That's it, that's all I know.
Okay.
You don't know shit
until I figure this out, okay?
Your friend back there
doesn't like cops very much.
Well, she helps abuse victims
that cops treat like hardened
street criminals, so...
I'm just trying to find out
who the bad guys
are so they don't kill anybody
else, all right?
I ask you to stay away
from this, but do what you want.
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Quality control?
You don't have to worry
about no bad batch with us.
We cook the crystal and grow
the weed on site.
Been using the same coke
connect for years,
we never had no problem.
What about your pills?
Stole them from Walmart last
night myself.
We ain't got no Chinese shit
here, brah.
And the airport?
Just a quarter mile down
the road.
Easy as shit to get to.
Okay.
We could give you a discount
in trade.
Yeah.
And for him, too.
What about you?
Uh, not my flavor.
Look, I gotta go take care
of some shit.
If these two get out of hand,
we are gonna have a major
fucking problem.
Yeah, understood.
You get the rest when we come
back for the girls and the shit.
Come on, guys, let's go.
[Receptionist] Hello,
welcome to the Bradford.
Hello.
I'm gonna need to see
your security footage
from last night.
Yeah, okay, I got it.
I got it!
All right.
[groans]
That's the address.
All right, let's go.
[takes a deep breath]
How's it going, Joseph?
How about you fuck off?
Feeling a little sensitive
about your face, huh?
I'm curious,
how do you know this guy?
I don't.
It looks like you do know him.
You recognize every dipshit
you stand next to in a hotel
lobby?
Well, you did more than that.
You sat and joked for an hour
with a guy that you did time
with in Vegas.
Then you watched that guy get
into a rideshare car
that was found 500 feet
from a murder scene
that you were found wandering
a block away from.
So, yeah, I think you know him,
and I think you know
how this guy was involved.
Lawyer.
You dick around,
there'll be no deal
and no protection.
Lawyer.
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Got you some new clothes!
[Jason] Hey, you--
you can't be going outside!
You need new pants,
and you need some aspirin
or ibuprofen or something
to help.
Hoping this guy has sugar
in here.
Something to help?
Doesn't look like it.
[sighs]
[Bob]
Nobody saw anybody come in.
[Jesse] Uh, they could have
dumped it and stole another car.
No cars reported stolen
from this lot.
They could be on foot.
Let's spin the block,
see if we can get lucky.
Maybe, man.
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[door creaks open]
[door shuts]
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[tires screeching]
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[screams]
[Jaime] No, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
[screams]
[laughs]
-[yells]
-[groans]
[grunting]
[thwack]
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-DOC: Come on.
-[screaming]
No!
[screams]
[trunk gate slams]
[car doors shuts]
[tires screech, car vrooms]
[Tires screech]
[screams]
No! Help!
Help!
[Robinson] Open it up.
Get cleaned up.
Your bail hearing's been
moved up.
[chuckles]
Hey, fat ass, what part of open
it up don't you understand?
[gavel slams]
Your Honor,
the State's evidence is mostly
circumstantial.
We have a video.
Of what?
My client in a hotel lobby near
a guy accused of a different
crime?
State's requesting that bail
be denied?
[DA] Yes, Judge.
The accused is a flight risk,
multiple time convicted felon,
and due to the violent nature
of the crime,
we believe he poses a threat
to the public.
His previous convictions
were more than a decade ago.
He has family in the area.
He's not going anywhere.
Request denied.
Bail is set at $100,000.
[gavel slams]
See what happens
with your half-cocked bullshit?
Man, fuck you.
Just do your job.
I don't have time for you.
Yeah, that's right.
You got more important asses
to kiss at your fundraiser,
right?
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Boys!
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[car doors shut]
[groans]
Oh, you nasty motherfucker.
[coughs, groans]
[Jesse] Goddammit.
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Motherfucker!
Where the fuck did you--
Fuck!
Shit.
Where the fuck did you go?
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Fuck! Shit!
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Bring 'em upstairs.
Come on, come on!
No, no, not this one.
Go on and sit down.
[Willard] What are you doing
with her?
[Victor] She's done.
Leave her with us.
Call it square.
All right.
See?
There is no out.
Okay.
Let's go.
[laughing]
Let's go have some fun.
Ain't she pretty?
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This is Detective 132.
I have a 134 in progress.
I repeat,
kidnapping at Three Oaks Blvd,
just north of the 122nd
and Air Depot.
Multiple armed suspects,
and at least one victim inside.
Go clean up your fucking mess.
Then you meet us at the plane.
[whistles]
[Kristina screaming]
Stop fighting!
Stop fighting.
We're gonna have fun.
Driver's in there.
Then put that fat piece of shit
out of his misery.
Hey, god-- Vic--
Bro, what the fuck, man?
Victor!
Victor!
Come on, man.
Fucking betray me.
Victor!
[Dispatcher on radio]
SWAT is being called.
Await back-up.
Danger is imminent.
I'm in pursuit.
[Dispatcher on radio]
Negative, Detective.
Await back-up.
That's bullshit.
Just tell them not to shoot me
when they get here.
[Dispatcher on radio]
Detective.
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Hey, Judge, 100 grand?
Huh?
[McCurdy] Screw you, Victor.
Anything less, the COCJ
would be crawling up my ass.
Plus, you can afford it.
Let's not talk
about what I can afford.
Let's go.
Come on.
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Come on.
[screaming]
Vegas is waiting, baby.
All right, well...
Yeah.
Go start the party without me,
Your Honor.
Hey, Bobby, let's just say now
we're talking.
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All right,
this should cover your time.
Thank you.
[McCurdy]
Hey, what's the hold-up?
[Victor] Hey, just get back
in the plane.
We lost a lot of men.
Yeah.
Um, get back on the plane,
Your Honor.
[panting]
Uh, for your losses.
Thank you.
Let's go.
-You take care of all of it?
-I'm doing it right now.
-Let's go.
-You didn't see it?
I'm not--
What the fuck?
[phone buzzing]
[Baranov] Hey, boss.
[Victor on phone]
You kill the driver yet?
I, uh--
[Victor on phone]
You got one minute.
Yes, sir.
[Victor on phone]
Goddammit, get it done!
Fuck!
He's gone.
[sighs]
[grunting]
[]
What's going on?
Damn it.
You know they can't live.
Wait, Bobby, wait!
Open the door!
Take care of your shit.
No, Bobby, get back
in the fucking car.
You gotta drive.
Open the fucking door, Louie!
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[grunting]
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[gunshots]
You know they're gonna kill
you, too, right?
[gunshot]
[Jaime] No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
No.
[gunshot]
[grunting]
Tommy!
Fuck you!
[gunshot]
[panting]
[gun racking]
Fuck. Fuck.
They're supposed to go back--
-[gunshots]
-[screaming]
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[gunshots]
-Is there anyone else?
-I don't know.
Did you call for backup?
Yeah, but it might be a while.
Okay.
Look, my car is parked across
that field.
Can everyone run?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Yeah.
Let's go.
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[panting]
Jason!
[Jaime]
Tommy!
[yells]
[grunts]
Go, get out of here!
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[gunshots]
Take this, take--
Go, go, go. Go!
[gunshots]
[grunting]
[firing]
Chase 'em!
[grunting]
[firing]
[panting]
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[grunting]
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[firing]
[grunting]
[firing]
Okay.
[gunshots]
[screaming]
Jaime, get up!
Come on!
[grunting]
[glass shatters]
[grunts]
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[gunshot]
[knife whooshing]
[grunting]
[block shatters]
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[gunshots]
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Jaime, are you okay?
[Jaime]
Yeah.
Tommy.
Give me your guns.
-You good?
-Yeah, yeah.
I want you to get her to Doctor
Palmer at St. James Hospital.
St. James Hospital.
Go! I gotta clean this up.
They Don't know any of
you were here.
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[police siren wailing]
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[Rehab woman]
Jason, you have visitors.
They're on the south deck.
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[Tommy] I witnessed the suspect
dragging the victim at gunpoint.
I then decided to engage
before backup could arrive.
After I dropped Miss Clark
and her captor off, I, uh,
drove around the back
and I called my ex-wife.
I snuck out of the room
when the john--
Congressmen Stevens.
I didn't know that at the time,
but yeah, when the congressman
went to the bathroom.
While parked, I saw her coming
out of the back,
and I, uh, picked her up.
He signaled to me, and I got
in his car.
And then when I dropped her off,
I drove around the block
and I-- and I took some pills.
When the gunfire started,
I ran out of the shelter
and into the night.
And you abandoned your car near
the shelter?
Um, I was...
I was too stoned
to drive,
so I-- I just left it there.
I didn't stop running
until I got to my father's house
in Arkansas.
And the suspect in question
was this man?
Mr. Baranov, yes.
My conclusion is Mr. Baranov
killed the congressman,
believing the congressman let
Miss Clark go free.
Many of the weapons used
in the gunfight at the ranch
were also used the previous
night in the shooting
at the women's shelter,
and the victim was found near
that crime scene.
Mr. Baranov was eliminating
witnesses.
[Jaime] Do they need me?
Gunshot strangely wasn't
reported.
Will it go to court?
DA's not gonna prosecute
a dead man.
Take me to lunch?
No.
Let's get a drink.
[DA] You checked yourself
into a motel by yourself?
And then the next day,
I checked into rehab,
and I've been there
for six months.
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This is my dad.
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