Rag Doll

I have a son in the grave.

The person who killed him

- got out this morning. - Greg!

***

Noskov, it's him.

He's cleaning fucking house.

Who did it? Was it you?

You Konstantin?

Throwing babies in the fucking garbage?

You got my attention.

- This is your warning? - No more dead bodies.

You found me.

You give up the prints, I'll even cover for you.

You can't kill me.

Because you fucking need me.

Cuz, you got to work on your turnaround time.

It's hard to get calls out when I'm on shift.

We both know what Callahan is capable of.

He's back for a fucking reason.

And it's ain't Gunner.

My boss, he's an admirer.

He just wants to help.

- Read it, I didn't say it. - Where'd you read--?

***

All units, all units, be advised.

Be on the lookout for two suspects in connection

with the explosions at KPD.

First suspect identified as John York.

Keep it moving.

Male, white, 32,

five-foot-nine, 180 pounds.

Armed and dangerous.

Second suspect, unknown male,

white, late 30s, medium build.

Central, 56.

Be advised,

roadblock established at East Turnbull and 22nd.

Copy, 56. Thank you. 14 Central, you copy?

Central, 14. Go ahead.

14, need you Code 9 at 4th Street bridge.

Copy. We're eastbound on Aquila.

Approaching Nottington.

We got an El Camino, out-of-state plates.

Ran a red light at the 2200 block of Russell. Over.

Who ordered the bombing?

Is the suspect armed?

Not anymore, he isn't.

Suspect is unarmed but resisted arrest.

Wouldn't comply with officers' requests.

All units...

Give me the fucking name!

Suspect is believed to be armed

and dangerous...

Hey.

- Hey. - Jesus, Kyle.

Fuck. Tell me your cameras are working.

Got this on video?

Yeah, two males, but they were masked.

But we got something better, though.

The fucking morons used burners to detonate the bombs.

- Yeah. - But two of them didn't go off.

- The number still came in. - Uh-huh.

- Yeah. - Yeah. There's a record.

AT&T just coughed up a name

- and a last-known. - Address?

Motel. It's shit.

Name's John York, though.

A.B.-affiliated.

***

What's the bomb squad guy say about this?

Uh, his signature's different than Ma's funeral.

- The fuck knows, Mike? I don't. Shit.

10-78, over.

Request immediate backup

- and tactical unit... - Okay.

- Here we go. - All right.

That's us. Wheels up.

I'm taking reports of possible suspects

spotted in the vicinity of 23rd and Hawthorne.

Any unit with eyes on him?

18. No eyes on him.

But one of the witnesses said he may have gone to King Drive.

Central... Give me the location...

All units, check your mics. You're stepping on each other.

Most departments gone digital last few years.

But KPD? Nah.

...Code 3.

Eyes? Anyone got eyes on the suspect? Over.

Suspect is armed. Multiple witnesses--

Cutting out, please repeat.

White male, late 20s, early 30s,

matches description of suspect John York.

That's fucking right!

Ha! Y'all ain't chasing no more fucking niggas today!

Mm-mm.

We got to 10-6 this party. Stand by.

They about to jump channels before shit

gets chaotic. Hold on, hold on.

Stand by.

We're on multiple channels today.

Starting to feel like Christmas out in this bitch, huh?

Mm.

Okay.

Here we motherfucking go.

Where is he?

Here we fucking go.

***

Tactical team in position, over.

- Gun! - Drop your weapon,

drop your weapon. Drop your fucking weapon.

Clear.

Clear!

Ah, fuck. Robert.

Gosh, keep him alive.

Sh... Damn it.

***

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***

The fuck?

The fuck?

It's not normal.

What's normal?

Don't your neighbors complain? It's early as fuck, Kareem.

Well, who they gonna call? Police?

What about the wife and kids?

What shit you bringing to my house?

Look, the, uh, Aryans set off bombs at KPD.

Whoa, whoa, what bombs?

- Yeah. - Any casualties?

No.

It's a fucking shit show out there,

and I need a pass.

I need to get to Callahan. Like, now.

- I'll set it up. - All right.

Thanks.

You know what? Shower up.

It's gonna be a fuck of a day, Kareem.

Ma?

Ma! Say something.

Fucking please!

I'm sorry. I know.

I know, that's why I'm calling you before your shift.

It's why I'm...

I need help.

I just, I need some money.

Look, I'm in trouble. Okay?

Look, I-I'm in true trouble,

so I just need a few bucks-- just a few bucks,

so you can leave some under the gnome.

All right, I'll come down to the plant, then!

Ma, please?

Fuck.

Thank you.

Funny, Mike.

What's that, Cal?

These used to be exercise runs

for fuckers on death row, remember?

Now it's a fucking kennel.

Must be something in that.

Some kind of metaphor.

I don't know. I don't know.

Ah, nights in the hole.

You ever get those vivid dreams?

I was having the best fucking dream, man.

They say solitary's cruel and unusual.

Doesn't have to be.

Why are you back?

'Cause I missed you?

Shit just seemed a little,

I don't know, rudderless.

Gave it a minute, bide my time...

shit got worse.

So you come back to town, you don't reach out?

That it?

Well, I sent up a flare.

Mm.

I hear you took over for Mitch.

Those are big shoes, brother. Big shoes.

Somebody had to do it.

No doubt.

I was sorry to hear about him.

And your mom now? Jesus, Mike.

It's fucking body blows.

Man, look, I need your help, all right?

Bombs set off at KPD last night.

Two soldiers. Your people.

- My people? - Yeah.

I just got back, Mike.

Sounds like old resentments.