Oscar Shaw (2026) Movie Script
1
Hey baby, I'm watching you and the only
thing to do is just believe it.
If you're not sure, maybe you need more.
No, you're sinking into your past.
I want this thing to last, because I just
want to be with you.
I want to tell you my love is true.
All I need, just a little bit,
all
I need is just enough.
I'm not searching for someone else.
I'm just trying to be myself.
I'm in heaven by your side.
Yo, let me cash that shit.
Get a level out.
You good?
Shit.
Good enough.
All right.
Come on.
Let's go get that bread.
All right.
No time, my niggas.
Yes.
Thank you.
Okay.
All right.
Let's go.
Yeah.
No.
Come on, man.
All right.
Laundry day, bitch.
Let me see it.
Come on.
Pay up.
Let me see it.
Come on.
Yo, what is this?
What is this?
What the fuck is this?
It's been slow.
What am I supposed to do with this
bullshit, bro?
What the fuck?
Maybe we can use a little cute ass for
conversation.
Five hundred a week if you want to keep
running.
The fuck is this bullshit?
Get up out of here.
Come on out.
Let's get the fuck out.
Hurry the fuck up.
Hey, you know what, Slut?
Maybe we could use it.
Hey.
Get the fuck out of my fucking store.
Chantal, no!
No, shut up.
Put your gun down.
Get the fuck out of my fucking store.
Don't worry, I got it.
Hey,
Ernie, what's good?
I can tell you what's not good.
You know, especially when you can remember
being young.
As usual, I'm gonna top it off.
I'm experiencing brain fall, hot flashes,
night sweats.
I'm trying to negotiate these liberals,
man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey.
Let's not today.
Enough with your menopause.
All right, we drink.
Two better days.
Two better days.
My man.
Please be nice to my pinball machine,
sir.
Please.
Man, let that shit go.
You're never gonna reach my high score.
Ever.
Ray, you know I meditate
20 minutes twice a
day to deal with shit
like yo distracting ass.
How's that working out for you,
Mr. Miyagi?
Where's your little yoga mat?
I'll be right back.
Hey, you gonna have those cigars?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right back.
I won't be that.
Give me a second.
So we're on the same channel, right?
Yeah.
We're good.
I mean, business is business.
We don't take things personally here.
Yeah, we're good.
You know I really hope so.
Because when someone gives you work,
they don't want problems.
Get it?
It's all right.
Go ahead, as you go.
Oscar, show up, right?
We met.
Haven't had the pleasure yet.
But your reputation persists soon.
I'll let you two get to your phone.
Turned 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?
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 it the next round.
About a chance, brother.
How can you drink that nasty shit?
What?
It's the only beer good for drinking and
pouring on your pancakes.
Well, I get dizzy from just smelling that
bullshit.
What's the piece for?
That .45.
That shit is getting crazy out here.
You in here about the Quine shooting?
Two dead, including a little girl.
And another little girl was abducted.
Damn.
It seemed like the neighborhood was
getting better.
Out the blue just made a turn for the
worst.
These kids these days, bro, I ain't afraid
to say they got me shook.
My little nip and top, just in case.
Ain't that what the cops are for?
This bullshit, Oscar.
Did we make that much of a difference as a
cop?
Yeah, well, I'd like to think so.
But some of us got a raw deal.
Raw deal.
You got a bad deal, bro.
The world's crazier than ever.
Yeah, and what can we do about it?
Drink, Ray.
Drink.
Rotten bastards took her.
Sorry.
We're seeing you again.
Sorry for your loss.
The neighborhood was nicer when you were
in charge.
Take care, son.
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 just like that?
It's a sign of respect for yourself and
others.
Hey, yo, what's good, bro?
You lost some?
But don't you have a car?
Huh?
Yes, I have a car, but I prefer walking.
I said you lost, nigga.
What's up?
You good?
Been like cash routes around here again,
all right?
Hey, hey, hey.
What's good?
What's good?
Oh, shit, punk.
Come on, nigga.
Get down.
Get down.
Are you okay?
Man, I'm fine.
You sure you're okay?
Man, I'm fine.
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.
Chance, huh?
Well, no, she has a different house now.
Well, I got some grass to cut if you want
to make some more money.
Nah, I'm good.
All right, well, you be careful.
Whatever.
Later, Oscar.
What's up, little buddy?
You all right, little buddy?
Buster?
I feel bad.
I should have never named you Buster.
That's a dog's name.
I mean, I regret it, but it's too late
now.
And you a girl?
I was thinking.
Most people think that I was drunk.
The night I named you, buddy.
But you know what?
I still love your freeloadness.
Hey, nigga, what the fuck you doing in my
car?
Fuck my motherfucking dick, nigga.
Slade?
Andrew?
Fuck you gonna do?
Nigga, I raised you.
Get the fuck out of here.
What's the
engine doing, huh?
So, yo, she said, well, I'm leaving.
What's up, Ian?
Hey, hey, the man, the myth, the legend.
In my own mind, possibly.
Raised late again.
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?
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 a friend of
Raymond Jackson?
What do you mean, where?
Ross.
This is a legend, Perez.
You taught me everything I know.
Not everything.
I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw.
I was just about to call you.
I know you two were thicker sleeves.
What happened?
Uh, break in.
Maybe.
But nothing appears to be stolen.
It seems Mr. Jackson surprised the
invaders, and 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.
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 have got to
jump on him.
Where is there a gun found?
No gun.
Why?
You got something?
Just... there's a guy like Ray,
isn't...
wasn't likely to let somebody get to jump
on him.
We're looking into it.
I mean, maybe he was waiting for food
delivery and his guard was down.
Yeah, but what was the motive?
Since nothing appears to be stolen.
He still had 50 bucks in his wallet.
And why kill his cat?
There's some sick bucks out there.
Ray 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 with our investigation.
Is Frank Archer still Captain?
Commander.
Am I missing something, Valent?
Commander Archer?
There's some bad blood between them.
So, uh, what's the deal between your
friend coming to 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, you Shaw as a 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.
They'll come to spell the law.
You don't know the facts of the case.
Shaw is 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, you know, way more than the law
screen.
It's a bit bigger.
It's a bolder state.
That's fine, Kate.
Go ahead and paint my home office the way
you want it, okay?
I gotta go.
What is it, guys?
The break-in at Officer Ray Jackson's home
revealed nothing taken.
It might be a revenge killing.
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, Mr. Shaw was very upset about the
loss of his friend.
I really don't think it's right.
Shaw's a dinosaur.
He's old news, okay?
Look, Jackson was one of ours.
Let's find out who cast
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,
and do me a favor.
Just follow Ross's lead, got it?
Yes, sir.
Can you get Kate back, please?
Ernie?
Yeah?
One more.
Ernie?
Yep.
Wait until he's a good man.
He's gonna be missed around here.
What are the risks?
It's Raymond.
They're here.
Was 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 are you back now?
I just wanted to help.
Now you're in pain?
Was I really that shitty of a husband?
The late nights.
The mood swings.
They're shutting me out.
So you went and found a guy who had kids
of his own that needed a mama.
Instant family just...
had wifey, right?
That's not fair.
Johnny and I were high school friends.
Uh-huh.
You just turned into something more when
you froze me out of your life.
Gone.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
Hello.
Let me drive you home.
Please?
Hey, hey, hey, Oscar, Oscar.
Look right there to 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.
What the hell, bro?
Don't smoke too much, bro.
Ever feel like you're
already dead, and you
gotta wait for the cosmos
to catch up with you?
Nigga, what?
What the fuck this nigga talkin' about?
Hey, nah, nigga, you done?
Gracias.
Show me the color of your money.
Now get the fuck out.
Without your love.
Oh, baby, one more golden night.
Oh, this meekling ain't right.
Without your love.
Without your love.
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 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, uh, wrap some drinks
and catch them one of those times?
Nah, man.
I'm good.
Later.
Vanessa, it's 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.
I spent so much time alone, Hosky.
Don't 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.
All right, sir.
Let's get it.
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 log this into evidence.
Or we could locate the nearest family
member and give it to them.
This could be evidence to criminal motive.
No, it's not.
And how do you know?
He isn't a strange daughter.
I could track her down and make sure she
gets it.
Shame about Raymond, isn't it?
It's so senseless.
It's just terrible.
Well, it's good that the police are going
to handle it.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Investigation into Raymond's death.
You'll make it easier on all of us.
We'll step out and let the police do their
work.
Do you know what I mean?
No, I don't.
It's best that way.
I know you two work loose.
I'm truly sorry.
Give me the watch and the wallet,
nigga.
This is Parkside, motherfucker.
Parkside, huh?
Look at you.
It's just a fucking baby.
What a waste.
Sorry to bother you.
You still in bed?
No.
May I come in?
You baking some cookies?
No, I used this to meditate.
Meditate?
You?
Some dolls 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?
Do you mind if I sit?
You know a hood rat named Brash?
Nope, 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 our
Badlands.
They called himself PSK, Parkside Killers.
Kidnamed Tron as the boss.
Most of them have a rap sheet as long as
your legs.
Did 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 throw 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.
Oh, thank you.
Okay.
I need you to hold this and put pressure
on the bruise.
All right, so you want to tell me what
happened?
It was the 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's kind of a piece of shit.
Well, it's that way for a reason.
What reason?
Because thieves don't steal pieces of
shit.
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 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.
See your point.
Think I saw my pops.
To where?
You saw him go in there?
Is it that guy?
The bald guy in the sweatshirt?
It looked like him.
He comes here to buy beer.
Where's your mom?
She likes to do.
You coming?
No.
All right.
Wait here.
Hey, excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hey.
What's up?
The fuck you want?
Hey, little man.
I'm trying to be 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.
Man, I don't see no kid out there,
man.
Right.
Get the fuck out of the way, man.
Sit down.
I'm trying to be here in a minute.
Can I get the fuck out?
Try it with me.
Let's not 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.
The fuck is you?
I know you're not his daddy.
His daddy sent him here.
Regardless, regardless of whatever
arrangement you have with his father,
I need him to come with me right now.
Do you know the fuck you at?
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, I don't want no trouble.
And neither should you.
You don't fuck them now, motherfucker!
Slay?
Slay, right?
What, your mama named you?
Andrew.
Did you kill Ray Jackson?
Did I kill him?
Who did?
Where's the rest of you, crew?
Crow... Crow, do you hear it?
Okay.
Stay right there.
It's me.
Remember me?
Come on.
Sue!
Sue!
Sue, get her to the hospital.
Keep her somewhere safe.
They might be back.
Thank you, Oscar.
Yeah.
Thank you.
I'm definitely not taking you back to your
house.
Then where are we going?
Let's go.
Thank you.
Are you okay?
Okay, I'll 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.
Why are you gonna kill him like you did
those, man?
No.
I'm just gonna talk to him, that's all.
Okay?
Okay.
Hey, 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.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Where are you going?
I'll be going for a couple of hours.
You okay?
I like it here.
He's funny.
All right.
I'll be back.
Can I get you, Slick?
Bourbon, how nice.
Got it.
I
didn't hit you that hard.
Your kids here, they are so soft.
Fuck you, you quickly-ass old man.
Yeah, you're right.
Fuck.
You're right, this is much better.
Let's see here.
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 know, Carl?
If I change my mind, some motherfucker must
put it in my pocket to try and frame me.
You know what?
I don't give a shit about this.
What you gonna do for me?
You gonna call your boy out for a little
chat?
I know you're gonna kill me.
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Yeah.
What do I want?
Man... I don't know.
I want a medicine.
Shit.
What the fuck?
What?
I don't know.
Hey.
Have you seen this shit?
I've seen this shit.
Man, this nigga always...
Come on, smash it down.
Come on.
Damn.
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 Slade 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.
Those niggas a cop.
Kill me, that nigga!
Come on, you got us, come on!
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 Club DB8.
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 might.
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.
We'll do our best.
I 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.
Then you die.
I wanna 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.
Alright, cut the shit.
Is that you were watching?
Simple question.
No, it's not me.
Look, we appreciate
you trying to avenge your
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?
$200,000?
Damn, you still hold me $500.
Or, maybe you knew he
was dead, and you were
coming into the
apartment to get the cash.
I'm gonna 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.
Yeah, it's okay.
How was your time like with them on the
force?
We were inseparable.
You used to joke, and they called us bad
boys.
Yeah, after my career was over,
I got really down.
I chased my wife away, even thought about
eating a bullet.
Sorry to hear that.
I started meditating and stopped holding
on this shit so tight.
Maybe I should start meditating too,
huh?
Yeah, no, no, it's not him.
It's not him.
It's probably someone the 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 sure.
He probably hasn't aimed the 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.
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 mama 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 could stay tonight,
but this place better be
cleaned up by the time I
wake up in the morning.
You got me?
Yes, sir.
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...
Get me the gun.
So it was you at Club Dv8.
Look, just hear me out.
Good try.
Fucking bitch.
Yo, why didn't you want me's motherfuckers
was coming?
I fucking tried.
You sent me up.
That's all I did for you.
Aw, fuck.
You got me, Oscar.
Let's smoke these dumbass niggas.
You're behind this, weren't you?
Travis here's my cousin.
It's Tron.
Not fucking Travis, bro.
Did you kill Ray?
He was gonna rat on all of us.
The money.
Yo, what's this bitch talking about?
The money was hoarding.
How was this payoff?
Yeah, all that money.
And no fucking gratitude?
Are you all right?
I feel a lot better not lying here in a
pool with my own blood, but maybe that's me.
9-1-1, what's your emergency?
10-31, Winter Street.
Officer down.
I need an ambulance and back up.
How you doing?
Yeah, I'm great.
How you feeling?
Well, ventilated.
Didn't you?
I got lucky.
One went straight through, the other one
just grazed me.
You took your two like a champ.
Well, thank you.
Tell me, did you know Ross was dirty?
I had a feeling, yes.
I'm actually undercover.
With a federal task force.
I've been investigating Ross, and I have
my suspicions.
This goes higher up.
Archer.
Yep.
Piece of shit.
I'm just... I'm just glad you're okay.
Don't get me out of here.
I'll be a lot better.
Let me see what I can do.
All right.
Never said you're out here.
Thought I'd come 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?
Frank, man, it's just...
The last few days have taught me that life
is too short to hang on to bullshit.
Hell, 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.
That's good.
Man, if I learn anything
working in the narco
unit, it's to follow the
money to the source, 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.
He says he knows you.
Yeah.
The cigar dude.
Yeah.
Well, he brings up his product from south
to border.
Tron and his boys distribute it.
And, well, 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?
A hundred 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 a
hundred thousand dollars, okay?
I was gonna go to Jackson, but now it's
yours.
A hundred thousand?
Yeah.
Sometimes Caesar needs a little help.
You know, some house cleaning.
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.
So listen, Oscar, it's about being on the
winning team, all right?
Yeah, I understand.
You okay?
Oh, man, sometimes these mads,
man, they just jacked my head up.
You need me to get the nurse?
I'm calling.
Could you take me inside?
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,
AKA 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?
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 in
part to another officer who wasn't named,
but should be, since he's the one who made
most of this possible, Oscar Shaw.
This thing was AI-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 onto the press.
Officers, take this moment.
What?
Scott!
Steve!
Mr. Shaw, come on out 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, Nanny.
How's it going?
Good.
Good.
Hey, how's it going?
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, how's school going?
I'm good.
Awesome.
Hey.
Oh, what's you?
What you want over here?
Andre's your son, right?
Yeah, Andre's my son.
Where you been at?
It's been staying with me.
What you mean, I'm staying with you?
Listen, Andre's going to stay with me for
a while.
That's my kid.
You can't drag me.
You can't do that.
As soon as you're better than me,
you're going to 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?
The fuck you look like I'm doing?
Then back up.
I get it.
You grew up worshiping
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're 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 that ain't hard to find.
You
know, my man, fuck it.
Andre gonna stay with you.
For now.
Okay.
Here's your allowance.
Don't spend it all on junk.
I am.
We are so glad to have you back,
officer Shaw.
Let's just see if we can vibrate.
You got the juice.
Oh, wow, baby, know how.
I sleep, I lose sleep.
I'll be dreaming
in the night, say.
Let's just see if we can vibrate.
You got the juice.
Hey baby, I'm watching you and the only
thing to do is just believe it.
If you're not sure, maybe you need more.
No, you're sinking into your past.
I want this thing to last, because I just
want to be with you.
I want to tell you my love is true.
All I need, just a little bit,
all
I need is just enough.
I'm not searching for someone else.
I'm just trying to be myself.
I'm in heaven by your side.
Yo, let me cash that shit.
Get a level out.
You good?
Shit.
Good enough.
All right.
Come on.
Let's go get that bread.
All right.
No time, my niggas.
Yes.
Thank you.
Okay.
All right.
Let's go.
Yeah.
No.
Come on, man.
All right.
Laundry day, bitch.
Let me see it.
Come on.
Pay up.
Let me see it.
Come on.
Yo, what is this?
What is this?
What the fuck is this?
It's been slow.
What am I supposed to do with this
bullshit, bro?
What the fuck?
Maybe we can use a little cute ass for
conversation.
Five hundred a week if you want to keep
running.
The fuck is this bullshit?
Get up out of here.
Come on out.
Let's get the fuck out.
Hurry the fuck up.
Hey, you know what, Slut?
Maybe we could use it.
Hey.
Get the fuck out of my fucking store.
Chantal, no!
No, shut up.
Put your gun down.
Get the fuck out of my fucking store.
Don't worry, I got it.
Hey,
Ernie, what's good?
I can tell you what's not good.
You know, especially when you can remember
being young.
As usual, I'm gonna top it off.
I'm experiencing brain fall, hot flashes,
night sweats.
I'm trying to negotiate these liberals,
man.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey.
Let's not today.
Enough with your menopause.
All right, we drink.
Two better days.
Two better days.
My man.
Please be nice to my pinball machine,
sir.
Please.
Man, let that shit go.
You're never gonna reach my high score.
Ever.
Ray, you know I meditate
20 minutes twice a
day to deal with shit
like yo distracting ass.
How's that working out for you,
Mr. Miyagi?
Where's your little yoga mat?
I'll be right back.
Hey, you gonna have those cigars?
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right back.
I won't be that.
Give me a second.
So we're on the same channel, right?
Yeah.
We're good.
I mean, business is business.
We don't take things personally here.
Yeah, we're good.
You know I really hope so.
Because when someone gives you work,
they don't want problems.
Get it?
It's all right.
Go ahead, as you go.
Oscar, show up, right?
We met.
Haven't had the pleasure yet.
But your reputation persists soon.
I'll let you two get to your phone.
Turned 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?
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 it the next round.
About a chance, brother.
How can you drink that nasty shit?
What?
It's the only beer good for drinking and
pouring on your pancakes.
Well, I get dizzy from just smelling that
bullshit.
What's the piece for?
That .45.
That shit is getting crazy out here.
You in here about the Quine shooting?
Two dead, including a little girl.
And another little girl was abducted.
Damn.
It seemed like the neighborhood was
getting better.
Out the blue just made a turn for the
worst.
These kids these days, bro, I ain't afraid
to say they got me shook.
My little nip and top, just in case.
Ain't that what the cops are for?
This bullshit, Oscar.
Did we make that much of a difference as a
cop?
Yeah, well, I'd like to think so.
But some of us got a raw deal.
Raw deal.
You got a bad deal, bro.
The world's crazier than ever.
Yeah, and what can we do about it?
Drink, Ray.
Drink.
Rotten bastards took her.
Sorry.
We're seeing you again.
Sorry for your loss.
The neighborhood was nicer when you were
in charge.
Take care, son.
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 just like that?
It's a sign of respect for yourself and
others.
Hey, yo, what's good, bro?
You lost some?
But don't you have a car?
Huh?
Yes, I have a car, but I prefer walking.
I said you lost, nigga.
What's up?
You good?
Been like cash routes around here again,
all right?
Hey, hey, hey.
What's good?
What's good?
Oh, shit, punk.
Come on, nigga.
Get down.
Get down.
Are you okay?
Man, I'm fine.
You sure you're okay?
Man, I'm fine.
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.
Chance, huh?
Well, no, she has a different house now.
Well, I got some grass to cut if you want
to make some more money.
Nah, I'm good.
All right, well, you be careful.
Whatever.
Later, Oscar.
What's up, little buddy?
You all right, little buddy?
Buster?
I feel bad.
I should have never named you Buster.
That's a dog's name.
I mean, I regret it, but it's too late
now.
And you a girl?
I was thinking.
Most people think that I was drunk.
The night I named you, buddy.
But you know what?
I still love your freeloadness.
Hey, nigga, what the fuck you doing in my
car?
Fuck my motherfucking dick, nigga.
Slade?
Andrew?
Fuck you gonna do?
Nigga, I raised you.
Get the fuck out of here.
What's the
engine doing, huh?
So, yo, she said, well, I'm leaving.
What's up, Ian?
Hey, hey, the man, the myth, the legend.
In my own mind, possibly.
Raised late again.
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?
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 a friend of
Raymond Jackson?
What do you mean, where?
Ross.
This is a legend, Perez.
You taught me everything I know.
Not everything.
I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw.
I was just about to call you.
I know you two were thicker sleeves.
What happened?
Uh, break in.
Maybe.
But nothing appears to be stolen.
It seems Mr. Jackson surprised the
invaders, and 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.
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 have got to
jump on him.
Where is there a gun found?
No gun.
Why?
You got something?
Just... there's a guy like Ray,
isn't...
wasn't likely to let somebody get to jump
on him.
We're looking into it.
I mean, maybe he was waiting for food
delivery and his guard was down.
Yeah, but what was the motive?
Since nothing appears to be stolen.
He still had 50 bucks in his wallet.
And why kill his cat?
There's some sick bucks out there.
Ray 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 with our investigation.
Is Frank Archer still Captain?
Commander.
Am I missing something, Valent?
Commander Archer?
There's some bad blood between them.
So, uh, what's the deal between your
friend coming to 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, you Shaw as a 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.
They'll come to spell the law.
You don't know the facts of the case.
Shaw is 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, you know, way more than the law
screen.
It's a bit bigger.
It's a bolder state.
That's fine, Kate.
Go ahead and paint my home office the way
you want it, okay?
I gotta go.
What is it, guys?
The break-in at Officer Ray Jackson's home
revealed nothing taken.
It might be a revenge killing.
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, Mr. Shaw was very upset about the
loss of his friend.
I really don't think it's right.
Shaw's a dinosaur.
He's old news, okay?
Look, Jackson was one of ours.
Let's find out who cast
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,
and do me a favor.
Just follow Ross's lead, got it?
Yes, sir.
Can you get Kate back, please?
Ernie?
Yeah?
One more.
Ernie?
Yep.
Wait until he's a good man.
He's gonna be missed around here.
What are the risks?
It's Raymond.
They're here.
Was 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 are you back now?
I just wanted to help.
Now you're in pain?
Was I really that shitty of a husband?
The late nights.
The mood swings.
They're shutting me out.
So you went and found a guy who had kids
of his own that needed a mama.
Instant family just...
had wifey, right?
That's not fair.
Johnny and I were high school friends.
Uh-huh.
You just turned into something more when
you froze me out of your life.
Gone.
Hey.
Hey, hey.
Hello.
Let me drive you home.
Please?
Hey, hey, hey, Oscar, Oscar.
Look right there to 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.
What the hell, bro?
Don't smoke too much, bro.
Ever feel like you're
already dead, and you
gotta wait for the cosmos
to catch up with you?
Nigga, what?
What the fuck this nigga talkin' about?
Hey, nah, nigga, you done?
Gracias.
Show me the color of your money.
Now get the fuck out.
Without your love.
Oh, baby, one more golden night.
Oh, this meekling ain't right.
Without your love.
Without your love.
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 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, uh, wrap some drinks
and catch them one of those times?
Nah, man.
I'm good.
Later.
Vanessa, it's 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.
I spent so much time alone, Hosky.
Don't 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.
All right, sir.
Let's get it.
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 log this into evidence.
Or we could locate the nearest family
member and give it to them.
This could be evidence to criminal motive.
No, it's not.
And how do you know?
He isn't a strange daughter.
I could track her down and make sure she
gets it.
Shame about Raymond, isn't it?
It's so senseless.
It's just terrible.
Well, it's good that the police are going
to handle it.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Investigation into Raymond's death.
You'll make it easier on all of us.
We'll step out and let the police do their
work.
Do you know what I mean?
No, I don't.
It's best that way.
I know you two work loose.
I'm truly sorry.
Give me the watch and the wallet,
nigga.
This is Parkside, motherfucker.
Parkside, huh?
Look at you.
It's just a fucking baby.
What a waste.
Sorry to bother you.
You still in bed?
No.
May I come in?
You baking some cookies?
No, I used this to meditate.
Meditate?
You?
Some dolls 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?
Do you mind if I sit?
You know a hood rat named Brash?
Nope, 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 our
Badlands.
They called himself PSK, Parkside Killers.
Kidnamed Tron as the boss.
Most of them have a rap sheet as long as
your legs.
Did 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 throw 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.
Oh, thank you.
Okay.
I need you to hold this and put pressure
on the bruise.
All right, so you want to tell me what
happened?
It was the 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's kind of a piece of shit.
Well, it's that way for a reason.
What reason?
Because thieves don't steal pieces of
shit.
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 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.
See your point.
Think I saw my pops.
To where?
You saw him go in there?
Is it that guy?
The bald guy in the sweatshirt?
It looked like him.
He comes here to buy beer.
Where's your mom?
She likes to do.
You coming?
No.
All right.
Wait here.
Hey, excuse me.
Excuse me.
Hey.
What's up?
The fuck you want?
Hey, little man.
I'm trying to be 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.
Man, I don't see no kid out there,
man.
Right.
Get the fuck out of the way, man.
Sit down.
I'm trying to be here in a minute.
Can I get the fuck out?
Try it with me.
Let's not 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.
The fuck is you?
I know you're not his daddy.
His daddy sent him here.
Regardless, regardless of whatever
arrangement you have with his father,
I need him to come with me right now.
Do you know the fuck you at?
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, I don't want no trouble.
And neither should you.
You don't fuck them now, motherfucker!
Slay?
Slay, right?
What, your mama named you?
Andrew.
Did you kill Ray Jackson?
Did I kill him?
Who did?
Where's the rest of you, crew?
Crow... Crow, do you hear it?
Okay.
Stay right there.
It's me.
Remember me?
Come on.
Sue!
Sue!
Sue, get her to the hospital.
Keep her somewhere safe.
They might be back.
Thank you, Oscar.
Yeah.
Thank you.
I'm definitely not taking you back to your
house.
Then where are we going?
Let's go.
Thank you.
Are you okay?
Okay, I'll 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.
Why are you gonna kill him like you did
those, man?
No.
I'm just gonna talk to him, that's all.
Okay?
Okay.
Hey, 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.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Where are you going?
I'll be going for a couple of hours.
You okay?
I like it here.
He's funny.
All right.
I'll be back.
Can I get you, Slick?
Bourbon, how nice.
Got it.
I
didn't hit you that hard.
Your kids here, they are so soft.
Fuck you, you quickly-ass old man.
Yeah, you're right.
Fuck.
You're right, this is much better.
Let's see here.
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 know, Carl?
If I change my mind, some motherfucker must
put it in my pocket to try and frame me.
You know what?
I don't give a shit about this.
What you gonna do for me?
You gonna call your boy out for a little
chat?
I know you're gonna kill me.
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Ugh!
Yeah.
What do I want?
Man... I don't know.
I want a medicine.
Shit.
What the fuck?
What?
I don't know.
Hey.
Have you seen this shit?
I've seen this shit.
Man, this nigga always...
Come on, smash it down.
Come on.
Damn.
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 Slade 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.
Those niggas a cop.
Kill me, that nigga!
Come on, you got us, come on!
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 Club DB8.
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 might.
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.
We'll do our best.
I 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.
Then you die.
I wanna 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.
Alright, cut the shit.
Is that you were watching?
Simple question.
No, it's not me.
Look, we appreciate
you trying to avenge your
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?
$200,000?
Damn, you still hold me $500.
Or, maybe you knew he
was dead, and you were
coming into the
apartment to get the cash.
I'm gonna 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.
Yeah, it's okay.
How was your time like with them on the
force?
We were inseparable.
You used to joke, and they called us bad
boys.
Yeah, after my career was over,
I got really down.
I chased my wife away, even thought about
eating a bullet.
Sorry to hear that.
I started meditating and stopped holding
on this shit so tight.
Maybe I should start meditating too,
huh?
Yeah, no, no, it's not him.
It's not him.
It's probably someone the 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 sure.
He probably hasn't aimed the 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.
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 mama 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 could stay tonight,
but this place better be
cleaned up by the time I
wake up in the morning.
You got me?
Yes, sir.
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...
Get me the gun.
So it was you at Club Dv8.
Look, just hear me out.
Good try.
Fucking bitch.
Yo, why didn't you want me's motherfuckers
was coming?
I fucking tried.
You sent me up.
That's all I did for you.
Aw, fuck.
You got me, Oscar.
Let's smoke these dumbass niggas.
You're behind this, weren't you?
Travis here's my cousin.
It's Tron.
Not fucking Travis, bro.
Did you kill Ray?
He was gonna rat on all of us.
The money.
Yo, what's this bitch talking about?
The money was hoarding.
How was this payoff?
Yeah, all that money.
And no fucking gratitude?
Are you all right?
I feel a lot better not lying here in a
pool with my own blood, but maybe that's me.
9-1-1, what's your emergency?
10-31, Winter Street.
Officer down.
I need an ambulance and back up.
How you doing?
Yeah, I'm great.
How you feeling?
Well, ventilated.
Didn't you?
I got lucky.
One went straight through, the other one
just grazed me.
You took your two like a champ.
Well, thank you.
Tell me, did you know Ross was dirty?
I had a feeling, yes.
I'm actually undercover.
With a federal task force.
I've been investigating Ross, and I have
my suspicions.
This goes higher up.
Archer.
Yep.
Piece of shit.
I'm just... I'm just glad you're okay.
Don't get me out of here.
I'll be a lot better.
Let me see what I can do.
All right.
Never said you're out here.
Thought I'd come 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?
Frank, man, it's just...
The last few days have taught me that life
is too short to hang on to bullshit.
Hell, 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.
That's good.
Man, if I learn anything
working in the narco
unit, it's to follow the
money to the source, 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.
He says he knows you.
Yeah.
The cigar dude.
Yeah.
Well, he brings up his product from south
to border.
Tron and his boys distribute it.
And, well, 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?
A hundred 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 a
hundred thousand dollars, okay?
I was gonna go to Jackson, but now it's
yours.
A hundred thousand?
Yeah.
Sometimes Caesar needs a little help.
You know, some house cleaning.
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.
So listen, Oscar, it's about being on the
winning team, all right?
Yeah, I understand.
You okay?
Oh, man, sometimes these mads,
man, they just jacked my head up.
You need me to get the nurse?
I'm calling.
Could you take me inside?
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,
AKA 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?
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 in
part to another officer who wasn't named,
but should be, since he's the one who made
most of this possible, Oscar Shaw.
This thing was AI-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 onto the press.
Officers, take this moment.
What?
Scott!
Steve!
Mr. Shaw, come on out 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, Nanny.
How's it going?
Good.
Good.
Hey, how's it going?
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, how's school going?
I'm good.
Awesome.
Hey.
Oh, what's you?
What you want over here?
Andre's your son, right?
Yeah, Andre's my son.
Where you been at?
It's been staying with me.
What you mean, I'm staying with you?
Listen, Andre's going to stay with me for
a while.
That's my kid.
You can't drag me.
You can't do that.
As soon as you're better than me,
you're going to 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?
The fuck you look like I'm doing?
Then back up.
I get it.
You grew up worshiping
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're 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 that ain't hard to find.
You
know, my man, fuck it.
Andre gonna stay with you.
For now.
Okay.
Here's your allowance.
Don't spend it all on junk.
I am.
We are so glad to have you back,
officer Shaw.
Let's just see if we can vibrate.
You got the juice.
Oh, wow, baby, know how.
I sleep, I lose sleep.
I'll be dreaming
in the night, say.
Let's just see if we can vibrate.
You got the juice.