Captive

CAPTIVE

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What do we know about him?

Shawna?

He seems legit,

transferred over two months ago.

What's his record?

Not bad, few complaints for minor disobedience,

nothing major.

There he is.

You think he's alone?

Yeah, it looks like it.

He gave the signal. So, it's all clear.

Let's do this.

Tyler, you're sure about this?

It's our job, Shawna.

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Fuck. What is that?

I don't know.

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Shit.

If Rancour's here...

I know.

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What do you see?

He's got a gun.

We should get out of here, Tyler.

He shot him.

Get down.

He's gone.

He's gone.

They're supposed to be dirty cops, not murderers.

This is our big chance, Shawna. I mean, this is...

We finally have something

that'll stick to one of these bastards.

You're going to get us both killed.

Don't make me do this alone.

All right.

We get it out to every news agency we can.

Let them dig and deal with the fallout.

We spread it anonymously.

By this time tomorrow,

everybody in the country will know John Rancour

and what he did.

All right.

Let's do it.

♪ Everywhere I go, everywhere I go ♪

♪ Everywhere I go

♪ Thing I'm trying to do is just stack paper ♪

♪ Fall back, I don't need a matchmaker ♪

♪ I don't know why, I don't tell lies ♪

♪ I'm trying to live my life

♪ All I'm trying to do is just stack paper ♪

♪ Boss so hard until these haters catch vapours ♪

♪ 16 shots at the bar, no chasers ♪

♪ Had me on the wave with no lifesavers ♪

♪ Money, the regime

♪ Eighty 8 Five, Pay in Full be the team ♪

♪ The wrist got rocks so I dare you to scheme ♪

♪ The 9 go boom and the bezel go, go ♪

♪ Anytime I step, you know I step fresh ♪

♪ Over me like 380 on a bench press ♪

♪ I'm trying to get it in with your mistress ♪

♪ Later on, she be dancing in some fishnets ♪

♪ Fair ladies saying that they love me ♪

♪ I hear a couple goons want to slug me ♪

♪ I don't know why

♪ I don't tell lies, tell lies

♪ I'm trying to live my life

♪ All I'm trying to do is just stack paper ♪

♪ Fall back, I don't need a matchmaker ♪

♪ I don't know why, I don't tell lies, tell lies ♪

♪ Trying to live my life

♪ Everywhere I go, everywhere I go, everywhere I go ♪

♪ Try to live my life

♪ Everywhere I go, try to live my life ♪

♪ Everywhere I go

♪ Fair ladies saying that they love me ♪

♪ I hear a couple goons want to slug me ♪

♪ I don't know why, I don't tell lies, tell lies ♪

♪ I'm trying to live my life

♪ Everywhere I go, everywhere I go ♪

Police are currently hunting one of their own tonight,

after an anonymous source distributed a tape online

revealing this man, Det. John Rancour,

shooting a fellow police officer, Det. Marcus Jackson,

in cold blood.

Please be advised that the following footage

is not suitable for minors.

Police are also encouraging the uploader of this video

to please contact them immediately.

Det. Marcus Jackson's body

was found at the bay earlier this afternoon.

He is survived by a wife and two daughters.

Shawna.

I can't believe they haven't found him.

I know.

We should get out of town, at least until he's caught.

I am way ahead of you.

Tyler, listen.

We did the right thing.

Didn't we?

Tyler Chase, this is the police, sir. Please open the door.

Shawn, I got to call you back, okay?

Wha...

Killing at least four--

Mr. Chase, your car's outside. We know you're home.

Please open the door, sir.

May we come in?

Can I see some I.D.?

Thank you. I'm Det. Hanaway.

Those two are Det. Carlson and Ramirez.

We're going to ask you a few questions.

Questions about what?

Why don't you have a seat?

Looks like you've been busy.

What is it that you do for a living?

I'm a journalist.

It's all clear.

He's been packing, boss.

I think you know why we're here, Mr. Chase.

See, we're the police.

We, uhh... That's your handiwork over there.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about that man, a friend,

someone who I served beside for the last eight years

who just killed a fellow police officer.

And that was a guy that he liked.

Makes you wonder what he'd do to you.

Now, we're here to help.

But if you'd rather take your chances on your own,

that's entirely up to you.

Could he find me?

Well, you thought you were being smart

by rerouting your IP address before you posted the tape.

What you fail to understand is that

there are ways around things like that for people like us.

Well, you can't arrest me. I've done nothing wrong.

We're not here to arrest you, Mr. Chase.

We're here to protect you.

Protective custody.

See, we take you into protective custody--

voluntarily, of course-- until John Rancour's caught.

What happens then?

You're free to return to your work.

We don't have all night, Mr. Chase.

See, the time we're spending here,

we could be out hunting him.

At this point in time,

we have every available member of our fine police force

working every tip and every lead

to ensure that John Rancour

is brought in without further incident

or injury to human life.

This city has had its share of dirty cops.

This is where we draw the line.

Decision time, Mr. Chase.

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Let me finish packing my bag.

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You get his cell phone. Get him in the car.

Got it, boss.

You,

burn this shit.

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Chase?

Mr. Chase--

I'm coming.

Let's go. And give me your phone.

Why do you need my phone?

Protocol. Don't worry.

You'll get it back when we get where we're going.

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It's lucky we found you first.

Where are we going?

Somewhere secure.

For how long?

Not to worry. A promise--

Get out of the car!

Get out of the car, motherfucker!

Get in. Get in!

It's a bad move, John.

You know why I'm doing this, partner.

Don't even fucking think about it!

You take him, they'll kill her.

Now we're even.

Get the fuck in-- Get in the fucking car, you piece of shit.