Vendetta

This is Detective Mason Danvers.

My partner and I need backup. Over.

- What location? -Lynch Industries.

We're in pursuit of Victor and Griffin Abbott.

Both are armed and dangerous. Over.

Clear.

Crap!

Come on, man.

Don't make me come in there looking for you.

Just bought a new suit.

Fine.

We'll do it the hard way.

I had him, you know.

You Okay?

Yeah. Flesh wound.

- Where's Victor? -Running.

Go. I got this one.

Come on, Danvers!

Isn't this what you want?

To bring down the infamous Victor Abbott?

I'm right here!

You should have killed me when you had the chance.

What the hell are you laughing at?

Hands on your head!

- I said hands on your head! -You lucky prick.

- Damn it. -On your knees.

- You okay? -So they tell me.

Who was President the last time you saw a doctor?

Bush.

Yeah, you should probably get that checked out.

Did they take care of Griffin?

Yeah. Rolled him out of here handcuffed to a stretcher.

- Just like his big brother here. -High-five, buddy.

Maybe next time.

My ringer is off. Leave a message.

Hey, babe. I'm getting out a little bit early today.

I'll see you soon.

I'll be seeing you real soon.

Ready to roll? Mace?

- You okay? -Yeah.

Real nice, Mace. Real nice. Make the guy who got shot drive.

I thought you were tough, pretty boy.

- I hate it when you do that! -Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

- Another page-turner? -It's awful.

Some woman from work lent it to me.

Seems like everyone in the office is reading it.

I don't understand how they can read this crap.

I must be some kind of freak for not liking it.

You're my freak.

Why are you home early?

And what is that all about?

If you turned the ringer on your cell phone...

Forget it.

I don't care enough to be reprimanded.

What do you want to do for dinner?

I was thinking of making some chicken enchiladas with rice and beans.

- You lie. -Yeah.

He must have been pretty awful to hold your attention for that long.

- What did he do? -What didn't he do?

Drugs, racketeering, murder for hire, murder for fun.

- Real bad guy, then? -Real bad.

- I guess it was worth the black eye. -Definitely.

I've got some not so great news.

What's that?

I'm still not pregnant.

Then we're gonna just have to keep trying, won't we?

Well, that is the fun part, so...

lt is the fun part.

- Dessert? -Yes, please.

Cookies or ice cream?

Yes, please.

Cocktails?

I wish I could. Bureaucratic process calls.

You have fun with that. Call me if you change your mind.

Bad news.

Bethwick from county called about Victor and Griffin Abbott.

She said some key witness mysteriously went missing.

They don't have enough to still hold them for trial.

Charges were dropped.

Both brothers walked this afternoon.

Damn it!

- Joce? - Hey, baby.

Change your mind about that drink?

Victor Abbott is inside my house!

Hello, Mrs. Danvers.

Help!

You come here with me.

Please. I'm pregnant.

On the floor! I said on the floor now!

Now!

Joce?

- Son of a bitch! -Mason! He's not worth it.

He's not worth it, Mace.

Drop your gun! Detective Danvers!

Mace, listen to him. You put that gun down, all right?

You put that gun down!

Now!

Now, Mace.

Let's go! Come on!

God, we thank you for the life that you give us.

It is full of work and responsibility, sorrow and joy.

Today we thank you for Jocelyn Danvers,

for what she's given and received.

Help us in our mourning and teach us to live for the living

in the time that is still left to us.

Let us pray.

Hey, Mace.

Baldus said to take as much time as you want.

I want you to know...

Anything you need, Mace.

Anything. You just say the word, all right?

Here.

Thanks.

You did the right thing.

There's nothing you could have done.

So, are you going to take my advice?

Get out of here? Clear your head?

Yeah.

I gotta get out of here.

Good.

Good. Where are you going to go?

Hunting trip.

Hello?

Whatever I need. Right?

Of course.

-3611 South 9th Place. -Mace...

Where'd you get this?

Where'd I get it, man? That ain't none of your business.

Hey!

Yeah.

Don't.

Well, if it isn't know-it-all cop.

Drop it.

You know why I'm here?

Yeah.

Because you don't have a wife to go home to.

Wrong fucking answer.

Mace...

What the hell?

On your feet!

One at a time, single file!

Just like in kindergarten.

Fresh fish, Will!

Yeah, that's right.

Hey! Yo! Yo, sonny! Look at me!

Look at me, man. You're mine!

You hear me? You're mine! That's right.

Welcome to Stonewall.

Today you will receive a medical evaluation.

You will strip down, shower, and be issued a uniform.

You will receive a cell assignment.

You will meet your cellmate. Get to know him.

You will be spending a lot of time together.

I am Oswald. Oz for short.

Mason.

Word is you used to be some kind of hero cop.

You've got an appointment, Danvers.

Let's go.

Enter.

Mr. Danvers.

Warden Snyder.

Please have a seat.

Thank you, Will. We'll be fine.

Welcome to Stonewall.

You're a bit of a celebrity now, aren't you?

Lauded by cops.

Hated by criminals.

But any press is good press, right?

With that said, I feel very fortunate to have you here.

I mean, after all, you could have ended up in any old prison.

Am I right?

I'm not judging, of course.

My motto has always been,

"lf you have strings to pull, by all means, pull away."

In fact, that brings me to my first point.

Stonewall can be a very challenging place.

Especially for an ex-cop like yourself.

But I just wanted you to know that you can count on me as an ally.

My door is always open.

In fact, as an initial show of good faith, I've arranged for you to work in the laundry.

Now, I typically don't afford that type of luxury for the new inmates,

but it was very important for me that we started off on the right foot.

After all, first impressions are everything.

Are they not?

Yeah.

Well, then. Will?

Please escort Mr. Danvers back to his cell.

Mr. Danvers?

It was my pleasure.

Detective Danvers.

Or should I say,

inmate Danvers?

How's that first meal treating you?

Look, last time we saw each other,

things were a little tense.

I mean, what,

with you crying like a little bitch over your wife's dead body.

The last dead body I stood over belonged to your brother.

Well, the way I look at it,

I still came out on top.