Jackson Bolt

- I know you have it in you.

Bring it out.

Bring it out.

Bring it out.

You've got the item?

As promised.

You'll never be able to .

- It wasn't that long ago when it all went down.

Sure, the bullets, the blood and the bodies

have all been cleaned up by now, but,

psychologically, the damage had already been done.

That's where I come in.

It all started with Jackson Bolt.

I did my best to clean up that brother's head, but...

God, I tried, I really did.

Jackson.

What?

Jackson.

You're not listening to me.

Wait.

Jackson.

Jackson, listen to me.

- 'Cause he's always over there.

- This is what I'm talking about.

You never listen.

Darla, we do this every time.

Hold on a minute.

Where are you?

- Don't come any closer, man.

I don't wanna fucking shoot you.

- You're not gonna shoot me.

Your safety's on.

You know something?

Is that gunfire I can hear?

- He better not be wearing my robe.

You know, you know what?

Forget it.

- I don't have time for this shit.

Kinda like this.

- Can't believe you killed 'em all.

Pow.

This is it, right?

Yep.

Everything?

Yeah.

Get out.

- Seems like I was in Tommy's office

every other week, right after another blood bath.

But I didn't care.

We kept him busy and it kept the streets clean.

Let's take a minute to meet a couple of shall we say,

service providers.

They go by the name of Sky Malone and Diamond Doll.

They were always trying to get away

from their lowlife pimp, Jimmy.

What happened?

- I almost threw myself in front of a bus, but

I keep seeing Naomi's face.

Listen to me.

We're gonna get through this.

I have a plan.

I've been hiding money in the trunk of my car,

under the spare tire.

Got exactly 2,500.

All I need is 15.

Found a guy, I'm gonna pay him to kill Jimmy

and we can leave this shithole.

- Yeah, we'll we're gonna get caught.

- That's why I want you to follow behind me.

You make sure no one's at my back.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay.

You're gonna see Naomi again.

Okay.

- You're gonna see your baby again.

- I really did my job well,

but damn, my home life was a wreck.

I want us to work.

Work, that's the problem.

Oh God, Jackson, I do miss you.

Darla.

I was just thinking about you.

I hope that's a good thing.

I think I can--

I've been thinking Darla.

I'm not gonna take every case that comes down the pike.

How's your mom?

- She's not happy I'm here back in London, though.

Yeah.

I want us to work, Jackson.

I really do.

- I promise I won't blow it this time.

Just come home.

I'll be home soon.

- I didn't take your skateboard.

I know you took it.

- I don't even have your skateboard.

I know, you liar.

- I didn't take your skateboard.

Follow me.

Hey Sarge, got her again.

Maybe she shouldn't wear red.

I like it.

Wanna book her?

Yeah.

Can you help me find my dog?

His name is Jovar.

He's this small.

- Sergeant, I need your attention on this right away.

And help her find her dog.

- Me, trying to be a super cop,

I totally ignored the one person I loved the most.

Darla.

Damn, I miss her.

- [Answering Machine Woman] Sorry, no one

is available to accept your call.

Please leave a message after the tone.

Hi Darla.

I don't know how we got here.

All I know is that I miss you.

I hope you get this message.

I love you.

This is Jimmy.

He's the lowlife scum of a human being pimp.

He's the poster boy for depravity.

- Are all the little fillies in my stable

in a bad mood today?

- How many more months do I have to pay interest

with my ass, literally, to Bobby fucking No Nose?

'Til Christmas.

- I don't think I can make it past Halloween.

- Next time you won't be so eager

to borrow money from the mob.

Payback's a bitch, isn't it?

- Once I pay off Bobby and pay you off,

I need a little vacation.

Where are we gonna go?

- No, I said I need a little vacation.

Oh yeah?

That reminds me.

Bobby called.

He needs his next party this Sunday,

right after nine o'clock mass.

- Do you have any compassion for anyone?

Yeah, for me.

- Yeah, Jimmy had a real way with the ladies.

Where the hell's Bolt?

Get your ass in here.

- And it seems like I was in

the chief's office every other week, too.

Sit down.

- I might as well have my name

on the office door.

You know what this is?

Tommy's report on you.

It's bullshit.

On top of that, I've got the D.A. on my--

Chief Stone.

Oh, just the man I wanna see behind bars.

And you're gonna make it happen,

so help me or it's your ass, too.

Jackson, you have screwed this division

for the last time.

You're going down.

- I can't keep putting up with this.

I can't keep covering for your ass.

Are you drinking?

Get your personal shit together, will you?

Get West in here.

This is a buddy of yours.

You gotta check him out.

And you two, get your shit together, too.

Well?

Go.