Havoc

You live in this world,

you make choices.

Choices you try to justify.

For yourself, for your family.

And for a while, it works.

Until it doesn't.

Until you make a choice that renders everything worthless.

One you can't justify.

Can't forgive.

And it takes everything.

Your family.

Your friends.

Your self.

And then all you're left with is nothing.

Nothing but ghosts.

Pull over! Stop the truck now!

Pull me in!

Stop your vehicle! Stop your vehicle now!

This is fucked. This is so fucked!

Pull over.

Oh shit! Mia, this side!

Look out!

- Fuck! Pull me in! - Dude, fucking hell!

Get in, Johnny!

Fuck.

Stop, or we will open fire!

- Gotta lose 'em! - I'm fucking trying, Charlie!

Well, try harder.

Fucking punch it. Go. Floor it!

They're headed for the fucking freeway.

Go!

Come on!

Oh fuck.

Oh God!

- Jake! - I can't get him out.

He's fucking breathing that shit in.

Vince, what happened?

Oh God.

Fuck. Fuck!

Zero-six-four.

Officer Cortez down. Repeat, Officer Cortez down.

We need immediate medical assistance. We're on Amherst and 16th.

Is this all you got?

Well, yeah. If you're gonna leave it this late, what do you expect?

Earlier tonight, the District Attorney announced

they'd be dropping all charges

against mayoral candidate and real estate mogul, Lawrence Beaumont.

I'm relieved that DA Collins has finally come to his senses

and realizes that I'm a part of the solution, not the problem.

- They're all fucking crooked. - Yeah, no shit.

This once fine city has become a cesspit of crime,

our streets are awash with drugs,

and he has the temerity to accuse me of criminality.

- The indictment... - Can you wrap all of these, please?

You want me to wrap all this?

Yeah.

Where the fuck do you think you are, FAO Schwarz?

All right, just give me a fucking bag.

No, it's supposed to be a surprise for under the tree.

How's it gonna be a surprise, you see through the bag?

Oh, I'm sorry. I've got a newspaper, but you'll have to pay for that.

Give me the newspaper, some Scotch tape, I'll wrap it my fucking self.

- How much? - Thirty bucks.

The deal of the century for Father of the Year.

- Wow. - Wow.

Thanks.

Merry Christmas.

...supports our campaign.

Support our campaign for urban regeneration.

Hey. Yo. It's, uh, it's me.

Yeah, I called you earlier, but you didn't pick up.

And?

And, uh, I got a little something for Emmy, uh,

and it's wrapped.

Father of the Year.

Yeah, I heard that. I was thinking maybe I could come over.

- I could give it to her myself. - You know what time it is?

- Yeah, it's ten o'clock. - She's six.

Six-year-olds go to sleep at 7:00.

Nah. Not at Christmas, they don't.

You know what? Yes, Patrick. Even at Christmastime. What's your point?

Point is, it's super exciting, Christmas. I used to get excited myself.

- You fucking lie to me every day! - I used to stay up all night.

Oh, stop fucking crying.

I said open up.

Yo, not right now. I'm busy.

Fuck "busy." It's the police. Open the door.

You better shut the fuck up, all right?

Just a sec.

Evening, officer. There a problem here?

- Where is she? - Where's who?

Quit bullshitting me, okay? I heard a disturbance.

Nah. Can't two people argue no more?

I mean, I didn't call five-oh. Bitch, you call five-oh?

Mm-mm. No.

Nah, she didn't call, so... what you doing here?

Open the fucking door.

Yeah, I just want to speak to my daughter. It's, you know, it's Christmas.

Yeah. You keep saying.

- I'm trying here. - Showing up with a present doesn't count.

I'm up to my neck in bills. You can't keep up payments.

Yeah, but I have money. You know I have money.

We don't want your dirty money.

That dirty money stopped the bank from foreclosing on the house.

Didn't bother you then.

My salary can't cover these costs. What do you want me to do?

Don't make me out to be the bad guy.

The money was never the point.

Eighteen months ago, the man I loved disappeared,

and a year ago, what was left walked out. No explanation.

All that's on you.

- That's not on me. - No, but you're putting it on Emmy.

Why don't you put her on the phone? Ask her if she wants to speak to me?

Because she's six years old. What do you think she's gonna say?

- "Yeah." - I said stop!

The fuck?

She fucking tripped me.

Bullshit.

Slipped.

Wait. What are you doing?

I told you to stay in the car.

- You didn't see what was going on. - It doesn't matter what's going on.

I'm a homicide cop,

which makes you, by association, now a homicide cop too.

Did someone die in there?

- No, but... - No?

- If I hadn't... - Fucking Christ!

You better arrest that asshole. He beat the shit out of me!

- You see? - Ain't the first time neither.

You cause these kind of problems.

- Punk-ass bitch. - No.

- No, you call this in. - Hey. Wait, wait! Where you going?

- You can't leave me like this! - Fuck you. Fuck you!

The fuck is this guy? We can't just be sitting here.

You said we'd walk in, steal a truckload of washing machines.

- Yeah, that's what we did. - No, that's not all we did.

I might have killed a fucking cop, man.

All we gotta do is pay off Mia's debt.

Anything else is on me. Whatever happens, I'll take the rap.

Yeah?

Hey. He's here.

All right.

We're up.

Hey.

We'll be right back.

Okay?

- Boss. - Hm?

- You made it. - Yeah, we did.

Just barely.

Come on.

This way.

Open the door.

Man, I gotta say.

I didn't expect you to deliver.

I definitely didn't have you down for putting a cop in ICU,

with a fucking washing machine.

"I see you."

You can leave us.

- Huh. - Sorry, boss.

Light.

- Keep a lookout. - Yes, boss.

What the fuck is that?

No, no, no, we gotta go!

- We've gotta go! - Turn it off!

Mia, get the fuck out of there now!

I had it handled back there, you know?

So, are they putting, uh, uniform with homicide now?

I just go where I'm assigned.

You must've pissed somebody off.

Must've shit the bed pretty bad to get pinned on someone like me.

On the bright side, you didn't have a partner, and now you do.

No, we're not partners. All right?

Did you get your daughter's gift?

Kinda.

- How old is she? - Six.

She's, um... She's six.

- And that's all they had? - Yeah, that's all they had.

Ah, doesn't matter. When I was a kid, it's always...

Yeah, you know what? I think we shared just about enough.

- What are you doing? - What?

Staring. Why are you staring? Why are you doing that? Don't do that.

Don't look at you when I'm talking to you?

No, don't.

All units, all units, 10-71.

Code purple on Elmore and Fifth.

Yo!

What you got for me?

This way.

Okay, suspects fled up those stairs through a restaurant full of diners,

jumped in a car.

Nobody got a look at the plates.

We're still piecing together the CCTV to track their journey. In here.

Okay, thank you.

Oh. All right.

- Hey. - Yeah, what?

- Sorry about Cortez. - What do you mean? Detective Cortez?

- Yeah. - Why? What happened?

- He got hurt in a pursuit earlier. - What do you mean hurt? What's wrong?

Yeah, he's in surgery. Vince and the guys are with him.

- I figured they would've told you. - Nobody told me shit.