Countdown (2025) s01e03 Episode Script

1
[Bell] These were gamma tongs.
Enough fissile material
to fuel a Chernobyl-level event
right here in Los Angeles.
[Oliveras] The cartel
was the infrastructure
to smuggle this material into the US.
If anyone knows who they
handed it off to, it's Lopez.
- Who's this?
- Whoa!
Looks like a cop to me.
[Oliveras] Javi wants to test us.
He's given us a run.
If we can get it through, he'll trust us.
500 kilos of heroin.
Street value: fifty million.
- [Javi] You delivered. [laughs]
- Come on. Don't I always?
The man at the port did this.
Give me a name!
Volchek. [grunts] Volchek.
[device crackling]
[prisoners clamoring]
- [grunts]
- [tires screeching]
[swallows, sighs]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[exhales sharply]
[grunting]
[inhales sharply, groans]
[line ringing]
[phone ringing]
- [ringing stops]
- [sighs]
[sighs]
[sighs] What the fuck am I doing?
[inhales sharply] What the fuck?
[breathes shakily]
[footsteps approaching]
[children] Happy birthday, Daddy.
[groans] Are you sure it's my birthday?
[children] Yes!
Okay. [groans] Come here, guys.
I love you.
Look who's awake.
Mister Big 4-0.
Thank you, baby.
[inhales deeply] Okay.
What do we have here?
- Oh. Strawberry. My favorite.
- [children] No.
- No?
- That one's not good.
- Chocolate.
- No.
That's… No, that's very bad. No.
- Really?
- You will not like it.
- [Finau] Is it?
- [child 1] Yeah.
- Yeah, that one's very good.
- Yeah.
- That one's good for you.
- Pistachio?
Get out of here. Both of you.
- [chuckles]
- Thank you. I love you guys.
- One each.
- [child 2 giggles]
- [sighs]
- [grunts]
Don't load up too much.
We've got dinner later.
Copy that. [sighs]
You know, I would love nothing more
than to scoop you up
and take you to Hawaii.
Mmm.
But this thing is all hands on deck.
[spouse] I know.
And that's why I love you.
Now how about you get your birthday butt
into the shower and get to work?
Yes, ma'am.
[grunts]
- [Finau] It's not bad.
- [spouse] Mmm.
[crew member 1] Got it. Cut, cut.
[film crew chattering]
Ah, what the…
[crew member 2 speaking indistinctly]
[grunting]
[film crew speaking indistinctly]
- [crew member 3] Let's roll sound, please.
- [sighs]
- [crew member 4] Rolling!
- [engine starts]
[Mark] Jesus.
[tires screech]
[Mark] Oh, yeah, no.
It's your world, fuckstick.
[crew members chattering]
[crew member 4] Still rolling.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Saw that you called.
Sorry, I was…
Oh, yeah. No, I was just checking
to see how you were
after that bomb went off
in our face last night.
- Ready to rock.
- Yeah?
Yeah. 100%.
- You?
- Yeah. Let's catch this shithead.
[Oliveras] Yeah.
New Kings lieutenant, Javi Lopez,
and his enforcer, Antonio Ayala,
were pronounced DOA
before reaching Health White Memorial.
Best we can tell,
the explosive device was standard C-4.
It was wired to the ignition switch
inside the engine of Lopez's Land Rover.
We've got local FBI ERT,
as well as bomb tech and LAPD
supported by the lab in Quantico,
conducting a post-blast investigation.
What about that name Volchek?
Lopez's last words sounded
like a dying declaration to me.
Shepherd?
Yeah, uh, there are many
variations on that surname.
But the most common
and most likely is V-O-L-C-H-E-K.
- Etymology?
- Belarusian.
Now, Belarus is a Russian satellite state
in the truest sense of the word
since the soviet breakup in '89.
They also backed the recent aggression
in the Eastern European region,
drawing rebukes from State
and, uh, our friends at NATO.
Timur Novikov.
What?
Palmdale, I shared a cell block
with an inmate named Timur Novikov.
He was from Minsk.
[Bell] Palmdale?
[Mark] Yeah, I was, uh…
I was UC. It's a long story.
How well did you know him?
Pretty good.
He's like one of those little dogs
thinks he's a big dog.
Had some beef with the Vice Lords.
Almost got smacked.
I stood up for him. He owes me.
But, uh, we spent a lot of time talking.
He's definitely tapped in with
the Belarusian underground here in LA.
He's connected to robbery crews,
narcotics, guns, you name it.
So, if our case has anything to do with
some guy from Belarus, he would know.
Where you going with this?
You gotta put me back in jail.
[clock ticking]
You sure you wanna go back inside?
No inmate trusts a transfer.
You start asking questions,
they're gonna smell something funny
a mile away.
- What?
- Aw.
- No.
- You care about me.
- No.
- That's very sweet.
I don't want anyone in this task force
to get himself killed.
Okay, honestly, I'm touched. I am.
You make it so hard to like you.
[clicks tongue] It's a gift.
[sighs]
[Nathan] How's the Little League
season progressing?
We're undefeated.
- Is that right?
- Oh, yeah.
- We won our first two.
- [Nathan] Nice.
And how's Cora doing with everything?
She's hanging in there. Some days…
You know…
you just sit on the couch in a way,
you open the refrigerator door,
and you catch a memory of Noah.
Big smile,
and the shoes always untied and…
It's a mountain to climb,
but we're climbing it together.
Honestly, if I didn't have Cora,
I'd have walked into the Pacific,
headed for Catalina,
and just keep on going.
[Nathan] Well, when this thing is over,
if you ever need to talk,
or you just wanna grab a beer
and not talk…
I know. Thanks.
All right. I'm gonna get on the horn
to the warden at Palmdale Corrections
and see what we can do about inserting
Meachum back into Timur Novikov's block.
Yeah, I know someone at DOC.
I can help arrange that.
As soon as we have more information
on these bomb materials,
- I want it in my hands.
- Got it.
[sighs] Well, these are the record books
from Javi Lopez's body shop.
He kept everything off-grid,
just hard copies.
Figured we could sort through,
see if we can find the name Volchek
or anything Belarusian.
- It's worth a shot.
- Okay.
Okay.
[Shepherd clears throat]
So, uh, I might have low-key looked up
everyone on the task force's employee
profiles at the DHS, DEA and FBI.
And why would you do that?
Well, it doesn't really matter why.
What matters is that today
is Finau's birthday.
- No shit?
- No shit.
[Bell] He didn't say anything.
[Shepherd] I get the feeling
he's, like, this all-business type.
Which is exactly why
we're gonna break him.
What does that mean?
- We're gonna get him a cake.
- Who?
Yeah. Keep it on the down-low, okay?
It's classified.
Top secret.
Zoom with Warden Gil Thompson
in the conference room is a go.
I don't have to think about it.
The answer is no.
Capital N, capital O.
- I'm not sure you understand
- No, you don't understand.
Detective Meachum undercover in Palmdale
was the worst nine months of my career.
I praised hallelujah
when you took him out of here
with his head still attached
to his goddamn body.
- Warden
- If he had gotten killed, that was my ass.
And he did everything in his power
to get hisself killed too.
He caused a goddamn riot in the yard.
And it was but for the grace of God
that he did not get himself shanked
five ways to Sunday.
So no, sir. Uh-uh. Not gonna do it.
It was a bad idea then.
It is a worse idea now.
You know Tim Larson in Victorville?
Yes, sir. What's he have to do with it?
He said you were
the best sheriff they ever had.
Well, I don't know about that.
But Tim is a good man.
Said you knew how to lead.
All I'm asking is for a day.
I got a mission here that
can save thousands of lives,
and that is no exaggeration.
If you could prevent another 9/11,
wouldn't you do everything
in your power to stop it?
I need to put my man Meachum
with your inmate Timur Novikov
to see what he knows.
If I go at this straight on,
he's gonna zip his mouth so shut
you'll need a jackhammer to open it,
but he trusts Meachum.
I'm sorry, sir.
I'm not letting that man inside my jail.
Sorry, I'm not.
[clicks tongue] What if we… [sighs]
…don't actually have
Meachum enter Palmdale?
[inmates chattering]
- [guard 1] Convict! Let's go.
- [door buzzing]
It's your lucky day, Novikov.
Your lawyer says
you get an appeals hearing.
Transfer to Foltz downtown
until the judge'll see you. Let's go.
- I told you, assholes. I tell you!
- [inmates clamoring, barking]
- I tell you, yeah! You fucking eat this.
- [inmate barking]
[inmate] Get the fuck out of here!
[guards chattering]
[guard 2] Let 'em know. Stand by!
Transport 50, let's go!
[guard 3] Straight ahead, gentlemen.
["Joker and the Thief" playing]
- [Novikov chuckles]
- Oh, shit!
You're not gonna make me ride
with this asshole, are ya?
- [chuckles]
- Walker! [laughs]
[Mark] Look at you.
Oh, I can't wait to hear about this.
Ah, what a day!
That's all right, you don't have
to chain him up. I'll watch him for you.
[Novikov] Where have you been, Walker?
[Mark chuckles] Shook, man.
Guards trying to testify
that I started that yard riot,
even though they know the ABs jumped me.
So I went from infirmary
up to goddamn Central,
someplace in the High Desert, and then…
Fuck. Honestly, I lost track.
[Novikov] Shit.
You're like a jumping bean.
[grunts] Yeah.
Fuck.
- You all right?
- Yeah. My head is murdering me.
- [chuckles]
- You never did get in with Alice Baker?
Hell no. I'll stretch any way I can,
but I ain't joining those Aryan bastards.
I don't care what they do to me.
- Lone wolf.
- Yeah, that's me.
[Novikov] You were at HDSP, huh?
Yeah.
I heard the yard over there
can get crowded.
Fuck you talking about?
There ain't no yard over there.
Only daylight you get is in those, uh,
concrete wedges between blocks.
Twenty inmates at a time.
Guards looking down at you
like it's a goddamn nature show.
Fuck, I dream about a yard.
Yo, you remember Wang?
Matt Wang, that crazy Chinese dude.
He had one eye looking at you,
the other looking at the wall
at the same time.
[Novikov] Yeah,
he left Palmdale about six months ago.
That's who I'm talking about.
He's up at the High Desert now.
Block B. I had to help him get adjusted.
You did that for me too.
Yeah, well, why'd you go
and piss off the Vice Lords
ten minutes into being in the lockup?
- Dumbass. [chuckles]
- You remember that?
I don't forget a thing.
I would've been easy pickings.
Nah, man, you just needed a crew
looking out for you, that's all.
[Novikov] So, why you back in SoCal?
Well, they're pissed about that riot,
so they're drumming up
six counts of forgery
tacked onto my original charges.
- What for?
- My fucking cousin.
He found some pads that we stole,
allegedly,
when we knocked over that pharmacy.
Started writing scrips
for Xanax and stuff.
And then he, uh, boom,
put the whole thing on me.
So, additional charges, new hearing.
I don't know, man, to be honest,
it beats that High Desert.
- What about you?
- Appeal.
Yeah? What'd your shark say?
I don't know yet. Just found out.
- [tires squealing]
- Oh, shit! Tire blew!
[grunts]
[grunts]
- [groaning]
- [coughs]
[pants]
Hey, assholes! This
dude's hurt back here!
[Mark groaning]
Clement, we gotta help him!
[grunts] Radio's busted.
Rescue the prisoner first, then
we'll call it in from my phone. [coughs]
[coughs]
- [Mark groans]
- [grunts]
[Mark coughing, grunting]
- Sit all the way back.
- Yeah, take her gun!
- Hey, hey. Okay.
- Shit.
- Don't move! Don't move, I swear to God.
- Take it easy.
Shut the fuck up!
Unlock him. Unlock him
or your partner gets it.
[pants]
Shit.
- I'm not fucking playing around!
- [Oliveras] Okay!
Okay.
Fuck.
Get rid of your gun.
Take your gun out, put it on
the pavement. Your radio too.
- Get her gun, get her radio.
- [gun clatters]
- How we looking?
- Come on, baby.
[chuckles]
Come on, come on, come on.
We gotta go, we gotta go.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't fucking move.
- [grunts]
Yeah, come on. Get those off.
- Get those off.
- [Novikov grunts, pants]
All right. Big boy, let's get up.
Get in the van. Nice and slow.
- [grunts] Yeah, yeah.
- Oh, you think this is funny, huh?
Get your fucking ass in the van!
Lock yourself up.
Get rid of that shit, man.
Get rid of that shit.
- All right. That went pretty well.
- Man, fuck you. You almost shot me.
- Yeah, but I didn't.
- I thought it looked really good, man.
Oh, I know, right?
All right, see you on the other side.
Come on, let's dump it, dump it, dump it.
- What?
- Everything.
- The guns?
- Yes, the guns.
- Come on, use your head.
- Bro.
- Let's get the hell out of here.
- Yeah.
[workers chattering]
Hey.
Nice.
We gotta put some distance
between us and that van.
All right, got about ten minutes
till this place is flooded with cops.
Look, I got nobody left in LA
who gives a shit about me,
so I'm open to ideas.
My uncle can get us
not just out of the city,
but out of the whole damn country.
- For real?
- No bullshit.
He's tapped in. Just need a phone.
[Novikov] No. [sighs]
- Yo. [shushes]
- [machinery whirring]
We gotta go.
That was fun.
Fun?
Man, give me undercover
in the field any day.
- That is my jam.
- [sighs]
When I'm at a desk,
I wanna scratch my eyes out.
How you feeling?
Like I'm gonna punch Meachum
in the throat next time I see him.
- [chuckles] Too real?
- You think I agreed
to let him fire a live round at my head?
Yeah, that was, uh…
that was pretty crazy.
I nearly died on my birthday.
Aw. Happy birthday.
How many candles?
[Finau] 4-0.
My gravestone
was almost perfectly symmetrical.
Oh, wow, I thought you were
[grunts] If you say older,
we're gonna have a problem.
Thirty-eight. Man, I thought you were 38.
- Mm-hmm. Uh-huh.
- Say.
By the way, I know Shepherd has planned
some kind of surprise for me.
So now I gotta act like, "Oh, wow!
Thank you so much,"
when we get back to
headquarters. [grunts]
- [Oliveras] This thing gonna drive?
- Yeah.
Yeah, barely tapped it.
Put some glycol in a canteen
next to the radiator
so when we bumped the curb,
it'd spill out and smoke.
Dope.
Hey. Anything?
Uh… [sighs] …I'm expanding the search
for derivations on the name Volchek,
spelling it with a "CK,"
spelling it with two "L's,"
and… [inhales deeply]
…so far, I have convicted
men still serving time,
or dead guys
who haven't yet cleared the system.
Well, I have run NCIC, bureau indices,
LAPD gang database,
and I've started in on DHS and State.
CBP entries, ICE files, US visas,
and, so far, I'm coming up blanks.
- Okay. That's good.
- All right.
[inhales sharply] Oh, uh, quick question.
- Yeah?
- Cake or cupcakes for Finau?
[clicks tongue] Uh, I don't know.
What're you thinking?
Well, I mean, cupcakes are great
'cause you get an assortment of flavors.
Great. Cupcakes then.
[Shepherd] Yeah, but-but, I mean,
cake is more personal, you know?
It's like, "Hey, we
did all this for you."
[Bell] Okay, I can see that.
Yeah, cupcakes are like,
"Sure, we care." But do we?
[chuckles]
Now I know what was at the top
of your college application.
"Evan Shepherd is detail-oriented."
Actually… [chuckles]
Okay, so I was on the school newspaper,
and our principal had set up
a PayPal account for the PTA donations,
- controlled by himself, of course.
- Of course.
And our school was not rich. At all.
I mean, I'm talking a few thousand
from parents that
really didn't have that much to give.
Sure.
And I just wanted a new printer
for the paper.
Mr. Spilatro cried poor.
He said, "School's out of money."
And I'm like, something's up.
So, I did break into his computer, and
not by any special skills or anything.
I mean, he taped his password
under the keyboard.
But it turns out
he had transferred all the money
to his personal accounts.
And guess how much
a new hot tub costs? Mmm.
Which he had just installed
in his backyard.
I broke the story,
Mr. Spilatro went to jail,
and I went to Stanford.
Well, they, uh…
They were very lucky to have you.
- Keep it up.
- Yeah.
[elevator bell dings]
Cake it is.
As far as I could tell,
he bought it all the way.
They took off running
and are in the wind.
As soon as Meachum reaches out,
I wanna know.
- Of course.
- Good work.
Thank you, sir.
Thoughts?
If this guy knows the name Volchek,
Meachum'll get it.
- [inhales sharply, sighs]
- [phone buzzes]
- Hey.
- Hey, babe.
I know you can't talk right now,
but the girls have soccer after school,
so I moved the Musso's reservation
from 7:00 to 7:30.
Yeah.
Um, I don't think I'm gonna be able…
No, I'll be there. 7:30?
- Listen, if you can't make it
- No, no, no.
Forget I said that, okay?
I'll see you and the girls at 7:30.
- I'll have to meet you there though.
- No problem. We will see you there.
Love you.
Love you too.
District Attorney Valwell's here.
- In the lobby?
- [secretary] On the way up.
[elevator bell dings]
DA Valwell, this is a restricted area
I just received a very disturbing call
from my friend, Warden Gil Thompson.
Of Palmdale Corrections?
I believe you told him
a man on your task force
was gonna oversee the transfer
of one of his convicted inmates.
Except there was no transfer.
Instead, there was a bright idea
to aid and abet an escape!
Have I lost my mind?
Is that what I just said?
That you allowed a convict to
[Nathan] Let me stop you right there.
I'm not on trial,
and this isn't a courtroom,
so you can stop performing
like you're in front of a jury.
You're not allowed up here.
I don't care who you are,
you don't have the clearance.
And I will not have you or anybody else
tell me how to run my investigation.
Your investigation
destroyed government property,
damaged relationships with the DOC
and is, in fact, right now,
endangering the lives of Angelenos
that I have sworn to protect.
An armed convict is out on the streets.
Free as a bird!
Doing God knows what.
[scoffs] You know, I tried with you.
I really tried.
I offered you a helping hand,
but you decided to bite it off like a
Hey, hey, hey. I've worked
three task forces with Nathan Blythe,
and he is the best tactician
I've ever seen
- I don't give a rat's ass
- Endangering the lives of Angelenos?
- Damon
- No, Nathan. No, no.
I'm not gonna let this go unchecked.
SAC Blythe is one of the only people
standing between the citizens of this city
and a very dangerous,
very imminent threat.
But you wanna be governor someday,
is that what this is all about?
You wanna get up in our business
so you can take credit.
Or you can avoid blame,
depending on which way the wind blows.
But, you know what?
This isn't politics to us.
This is what we fucking breathe.
So go mark your territory somewhere else,
on some other day. Let's go.
[elevator bell dings]
I have plenty of friends in Sacramento
and more in DC.
So hear me now, both of you.
Your days on this task
force are numbered.
- [people chattering]
- Oh, shit.
Come on.
Hey, we need a phone.
I'll line up a ride to my uncle's place.
He'll get us out no problem.
[chattering]
Hey.
We got 40 seconds
till that thing locks again.
Let's go.
Hey! Yo! Yo, this you?
- Sorry?
- Is this… Is this yours?
- [patron] I'm sorry. What?
- [Mark] I just… Is this, uh…
- Is this coffee yours? No?
- [patron] Oh, no.
- I didn't get a coffee.
- Oh. My bad. I… I thought it was… Oh!
- Oh. I'm so sorry. That's-That's…
- [patron] Shit.
[Mark] That's my bad. Let me…
- Here, let me, uh
- No. No. Hey. Hey, hey.
- I'm-I'm good. All right?
- [Mark] Okay.
- Can I buy you something? You good?
- I'm fine. I got it.
- My bad, y'all. I'm sorry.
- Idiot.
Sorry.
[grunts]
[speaking Belarusian]
Okay. My cousin's gonna meet us
one block over.
All right. Let me see the phone.
Get rid of this thing before
he turns on the tracking app.
Yeah, yeah.
- Come on, let's go.
- [Mark] Yeah.
This one. Thank you.
[chuckles] So, we went with cake?
- Yep.
- All right.
[inhales sharply]
- Oh, wow. Looks great.
- I agree.
Except it says "Happy birthday, Final."
- What? No. No, no, no, no, no.
- [Bell] Yeah.
- I spelled it for him twice.
- [Bell] That's okay.
All we have to do is…
[Shepherd] Hmm.
You heard from Meachum yet?
No.
[driver speaking Belarusian]
[Novikov speaking Belarusian]
[driver, Novikov speaking Belarusian]
- Yo, man. Where are we headed?
- What?
You said something about an uncle.
Yeah, my uncle Mikhail
owns a Belarusian dance hall in Burbank.
It's being renovated.
That's where we're gonna hole up?
He can get us away.
Like I said, he's connected.
- To what?
- [scoffs] Everything.
He's gonna help us both out, right?
Of course.
He loves me.
I'm like son to him.
[in Belarusian] All right, Dmitry.
[sighs]
What the hell are you doing here?
- [sighs] Uncle. Relax…
- Relax?
Who the fuck did you bring
to my restaurant?
Why are you yelling?
I just got out of jail…
[Mikhail] Got out? Got out how?
I got out.
You are going to bring
the police here, you imbecile!
[in English] Hey, yo, man.
I got to hit the head.
- Is that, uh… Yeah.
- [sighs] It's there.
- The toilet. Mm-hmm.
- [Novikov] Hallway.
[in Belarusian]
Where was I supposed to go?
He helped me get here.
Anywhere but here!
[Novikov, Mikhail argue in Belarusian]
[line ringing]
[phone buzzes]
- [in English] This is Oliveras.
- Hey, listen.
I don't have time to talk, okay?
We stole this phone.
Have Shepherd keep it online
in case the owner tries to block it.
- Okay.
- You can just track me with it.
- Got it. You okay?
- Yeah.
Hey, nice work on selling
the escape, by the way.
Finau's ready to murder you.
- Yeah, well, hopefully he gets the chance.
- You sure you're okay?
Yeah, you know what it's like.
You're not really living
unless you're close to dying.
What?
I gotta go.
[urinal flushes]
[line beeps]
I just heard from Meachum.
How'd he sound?
I'm not sure. I got a bad feeling though.
What did he say?
Some bullshit. It's… I'm just…
I'm reading between the lines.
- You got a location?
- He stole a phone. Shepherd's tracking it.
Did he directly ask for backup?
No.
Well, what do you wanna do, boss?
You wanna put eyes on him
or give him some rope?
[Mikhail shouts in Belarusian]
[Novikov, in Belarusian] This is absurd.
We're family and you're going to yell at
me two seconds after I walk in the door…
[Mikhail] Yes,
and I'm going to keep yelling
because you have the sense of a goat.
[Mikhail, Novikov argue in Belarusian]
[door closes]
- [door opens]
- [footsteps approaching]
[in English] Oh, hey, man.
I'm just looking for the, uh…
for the bathroom.
[Mikhail, in English]
What are you doing down here?
Like I just said,
I'm-I'm just looking for the bathroom.
- I got a little twisted around.
- The bathroom right next to the stairs?
- Yeah. Yeah, I must have missed it.
- [Mikhail] And I don't believe you.
[Novikov] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on here?
[in Belarusian] Shut up.
Uncle, this is crazy!
He literally saved my life!
I said shut up!
You have no idea what you've done.
Who's that?
He's seen it.
[speaks Belarusian]
[Novikov] Seen what,
Uncle? What does he
[in English] Timur,
what's happening here? Come on.
[in Belarusian] Timur, I say this to you
so you will fucking listen to me.
We have to get rid of him
and we have to do it now.
- Get rid of?
- Yes. Hear me. Yes.
Out back. Right now.
- [in English] You, move upstairs.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Okay.
- Okay. All right.
And if you try to resist,
I will bury bullet in your skull.
- Do you understand?
- [Mark] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, man.
Just listen to your nephew, all right?
- [Mikhail] Shut up and move!
- [Mark] All right.
[Novikov speaks Belarusian]
- Take it easy, my guy.
- [speaks Belarusian]
[speaks Belarusian]
Look, I don't know what I walked into
here but if you just point me south…
Come on, man.
I've spent a lot of time in jail,
- I can keep my mouth shut, okay?
- [speaks Belarusian]
[Mikhail] Timur, shut the fuck up.
[speaks Belarusian]
[in English] I'm like a champion of say
nothing, see nothing. The whole thing.
- Come on, man. Listen to your nephew.
- [speaks Belarusian]
[Mark, in English] This is some bullshit.
- [Mikhail] Just go forward.
- [speaking Belarusian]
[in English] Listen. Out the door. Go.
- Yeah, okay. All right. Shit.
- [speaks Belarusian]
- [speaks Belarusian]
- [speaks Belarusian]
[Novikov speaks Belarusian]
- [Mark] All right. Come on.
- [Mikhail] Go.
- There!
- Come on, man. That's enough. Look…
Just let me run and I…
You'll never see me again, okay?
[in Belarusian] Let him go, Uncle.
[in English] Come on, Timur. Tell him.
Tell him I know you.
Tell him I saved your ass
when you were gonna get shanked.
[in Belarusian] I know him.
[in English] Both of you,
shut the fuck up!
You, on your knees.
Do it!
Do it.
All right.
All right. Probably saving me
some trouble anyway.
But, you know what, you're gonna
look me in the eye when you do it.
Fuck you.
What's that?
[glass shattering]
[both grunting]
[sirens wailing]
- [Mark] Don't shoot me!
- [Oliveras] It's Meachum!
Two suspects, armed!
At least one more inside.
- [in Belarusian] Damn!
- The cops!
[both speaking in Belarusian]
Take this…
[in English] There. [speaks Belarusian]
[Oliveras] Crossing.
[Mikhail, in Belarusian] Ready?
Go now!
- [Finau] Moving up!
- [Drew] Covering!
[in Belarusian] Timur, to me, now!
- [grunts]
- [Oliveras, in English] One down.
Timur!
- [gun clicking]
- Fuck, it's jammed.
- [grunting]
- [Mark] Finau!
Finau!
- I think he got hit! [grunts]
- Go! Go!
- [Bell] Stop, you son of a bitch!
- [engine starts]
- [grunting]
- [Mark] Hey, where are you hit?
- Where are you hit?
- He missed.
- What? You sure?
- He missed.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. [pants]
[wheezing]
[coughing, wheezing]
[Mark] Shit. Drew?
- [Oliveras] Oh, shit.
- Somebody call it in.
[Oliveras] We need a 10-1
immediately at Chestnut and Brand.
[wheezing, gasping]
["Kiss The Sky" playing]
[music ends]
[sirens blaring]
[paramedic] GSW to the abdomen.
I'm losing him!
I saw something in the basement
they didn't want me to see.
[grunting]
[engine revving]
[Nathan] Officer Drew…
[music continues]