Iris

I want to make a difference.

Thinking about transferring to SWAT.

***

You don't want to? Yeah, baby, you want to.

H-Help! Help!

Bunny's drugs were fucked with.

Who is it, Mike? Who fuckin' with my shit?

Don't know. But you're a target.

Bomb set off at KPD last night. Your people.

Say the fucking shot caller.

Merle Callahan. Just say the fucking name.

Huh? You give him up?

All he fucking did for you!

***

How you gonna play it, Mike, now I'm back?

I work with you, like we always did.

So, how do you know Noskov?

He was on a murder charge in New York.

I dated a judge.

Case went away.

It's him.

My friend. We are going to do great things.

***

All right, on my count.

Three, two...

one.

Breach.

- Oh, shit. It's the cops. - KPD!

Move, move, move.

- - Clear.

Contact left.

Unit 2, break left.

***

- - Target down. Clear.

Target down. Left clear.

Stack on me.

Left clear.

- No! No! No! - Shut up!

- KPD! -

- Clear. - Fuck!

All clear, stand down.

My bad, man.

Fuck.

Better in here than out there.

Clear area. Clear it out.

Well done, brother.

You, too.

Feels good, yeah.

Really fucking good.

Yeah, looked good.

Thanks.

Next is Delta Team.

Be ready in 20.

Delta Team, 20 minutes.

***

***

Yeah, well, that's a fucking circle-jerk clusterfuck. I...

- - I'll call you back.

I'll-I'll call you back.

Ugh! Fuck me!

Uh, what now?

Three more ODs last night.

That's 18 in the last two weeks.

Yeah.

Well, Bunny's gonna fix that problem, right?

Yeah, here's the thing, Mike.

I don't think that Bunny Washington

- is the problem. - What do you mean?

ME got the analysis back

for the exotics on the heroin.

Meth and opioid analogs from Russia.

This is the shit that they gave cosmonauts...

Fuck.

...to stay awake in space.

Yeah.

- Can you sit on that? - No, I can't.

I mean, you kind of have to, okay?

We don't need Bunny with another excuse to go warring.

- You know? - It's out, Mike, it's too late.

KPD, DOC, DEA,

the local emergency rooms, the schools.

Shit.

I can't risk more people dropping dead on the street

because they don't know that they're shooting speedballs.

Yeah, no shit.

I'll fix it.

Okay? I'll fix it.

You look beautiful.

I'll fix it.

All right.

I'm gonna go.

What a fucking load of shit.

These fucking DOC fucks.

What'd they do now?

Thank you. Jesus Christ.

They release one of these nonviolent offenders.

This fucker caves in a shop owner's head

with a brick to score 15 bucks, so he can buy fentanyl.

- You believe that shit? - Is "yes" the wrong answer?

Mm. That's not the thing.

Then the same fucker ODs on the fentanyl,

survives, now our fucking taxes pay this fucker's medical

before he's thrown back

into the goddamn system where we pay more taxes.

- That is a circle of shit. - Circle of shit.

And shit, we're overwhelmed by this.

Goddamn engulfed in this nonsense.

That's the fucking word, Stevie, "engulfed,"

- right there. - Mm-hmm.

- That's the word. - What's up, assholes?

You better have something good to say.

This is bullshit.

Newest member of the Swift, Stealthy and Splendid.

- Yes. Fuck. - Our boy made the cut.

- Awesome. - Yes.

- Back in an hour. - Ferguson.

- Yeah? - Got to talk to you.

What about?

Just be here.

- Yeah. - Yikes.

Seemed pretty goddamn official.

- What'd you do? - Nothing, nothing.

Your call has been forwarded to an automated--

- Don't give me that shit. -

Come on, pick up your phone, Bunny.

- Your call has been-- - Don't go to voicemail.

Pick up your fucking phone, Bunny!

- Fuck. -

It's too little, too late, Mikey Mike.

Let's get this shit right.

Fuck this up.

You're supposed to move a little faster, let's go.

We good?

Shit yeah, we better than good.

We diversified.

Come with me, cousin.

Need you to show the young bucks the hardware.

Yeah!

Shit right here, this gonna change everything.

See, our whole lives we been on the back foot,

then they shot at us, they shit on us.

We can't react.

All this shit gonna change, all right?

And I ain't talking equal and opposite reactions,

- you feel me? - Yeah!

You understand what the fuck I'm saying?

- Hell yeah! - Yeah.

I got me a convulsion of the soul

that needs some soothing right here.

Boot camp, baby.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

These for sale, B.

- Aw, come on, Cole, shit. - They're not for personal use.

You're shitting on my vibe right now.

They got a kill radius of five to ten meters.

- Don't go metric on us. - Word.

That's 15 to 25 feet.

Got a casualty radius of 45 feet.

Shrapnel can be launched up to 750 feet away.

Now, yes, it will kill your enemies in their target area,

but it's just a high probability of civilian casualties.

Okay, Sergeant-at-Arms.

What you got that's gonna be better for our purposes?

***

- This right here. - Yeah.

This is SAW. It's fast, it's focused,

it's very lethal.

800 rounds of democracy

- per minute. - This little pistol here?

Oh, there ain't nothing little about that.

All right.

Well, educate the brothers, then.

Lesson for today, fellas:

shock and motherfucking awe.

***

- -

- Hey. - Hey, can you get

patrol to do a 20 on Bunny?

What, he go to ground?

No. I just need to talk to him.

You know, the Russians fucked with his shit.

I know, Ian. That's why I need to talk to him.

All right, copy.

Uh, Kyle made SWAT.

Thought you might want to know that.

Yeah.

Day keeps getting better.

...aimed at modernizing...

- - ...Michigan's commercial

fishing statutes, took a step forward today...