The Keeper

Let me get this straight.

You're saying you don't have a warrant?

I'm saying I don't have it signed yet.

Okay, how do we do this?

The informer's up there with 'em.

And don't worry. She'll do the intro.

They'll be armed for sure, so don't be a pussy.

Fuck you.

Go on now and talk to your friends.

Lordy, Lordy, Lord. What? You call that a knock?

Hands up, motherfucker! Hands up! On the wall!

- - Get those paws on the wall!

We're clear.

Jesus Christ. Look at that.

Must be a couple of million there.

- - Hold on, Roland.

- Kane-361. Shots fired. - It's four.

It's code four. Let's just get our thoughts together.

- We need backup. - There's two million. Okay?

- Ain't nobody comin' to claim this. - You're jokin', right, man?

The fuckin' informant must've skipped out. She's not gonna tell anybody.

It's just you, me, and these dead slingers here.

Motherfucker, I thought I knew you.

Relax, Roland.

I'm just fuckin' around. I thought you was, man.

Jesus, Roland. This could've been so much easier.

We could've taken the money, and no one would've cared.

Fuck goin' out on your knees, huh?

Any motherfucker can drop from a heart attack,

take a pension, and move to Utah.

But not you, Roland. You just became a hero.

Come back and get you later.

This is D-63-Henry. I've got an officer down. I need an ambulance stat.

Yes, D-63. What is your present location?

Normandie and 107th, southwest corner.

Copy that. Ambulance and backup on its way.

Jesus, I think my partner's dying. What's the E.T.A. on the ambulance?

I need it here now.

Hell of a day, huh?

Are you sure you don't need ambulatory?

I'm fine. I'm just trying to take it in.

I can't believe he's gone. I mean, we were just talkin' about--

He had a pulse, Trevor.

They're taking him to Harbor General. What?

The medics say it looks bad.

But he ain't dead yet. No.

I saw him take his last breath. He-- He died.

Miracles happen, son. Let's pray this is one of 'em.

Look, I'm gonna have a couple guys take you back to the station.

I want you to go in there and give your statement, then take a couple days off.

What do we have? Two shots to the chest.

B.P.'s dropping. Pulse, thready.

Is O.R. 3 prepped? Yeah, it's all set.

Team's prepped and ready. Watch the line. Watch the line.

Comin' through here!

Pupils nonresponsive.

B.P.'s still dropping. Systolic-- 75.

Charge the paddles. Clear.

Ten mics. Get it started.

Put a pad here.

Oh, Jesus.

It's hard to see him like this.

He's stable for right now. There is brain activity.

But, unfortunately, there's no way for us to tell...

when he'll regain consciousness.

He's my uncle. We work together.

Give me a percentage. We can't estimate odds.

What we do know is if he doesn't regain consciousness within the next 48 hours,

we'll have to run tests to determine whether or not there's been some brain damage.

We'll need a statement if he becomes coherent. The desk has my number.

Hold the elevator.

Roland. I gotta hand it to you.

You are one tough son of a bitch.

Shit. Damn it.

You see, here's the thing. Your luck can only take you so far.

I mean, hell. You're the one that preached that.

You'd thank me if you could, Roland.

I mean, who wants to live like a vegetable anyway?

Fuck you!

Motherfucker. You always got to have the last word.

I'm not available. Leave a message.

Hey, pick up. It's Regina.

Listen, I'm running late, but I'll swing by this afternoon with the therapist.

I hear she's good. We can do this, Roland.

One day at a time, huh?

I don't know why I can't kick this stuff, man. I'm so tired of it.

Roland, you sustained injuries that would kill most men.

The fact you're walking is a miracle in itself.

With time, you'll be able to throw those away.

I hope the time comes soon.

I've seen you do shit that's beyond belief.

Hell, you're the inspiration for every guy that ever applied for the SWAT team.

Well, you know what?

I just wanna get back to work. You will.

Hey. You ready for a walk?

Why not? A little bit of fresh air would do me some good.

That's what I like to hear. I'm proud of you, Roland.

So are a lot of others.

Texas? Isn't that a little out of the neighborhood?

Not really. It's a great state, man.

I did some training there and made some good friends.

- That chief of theirs-- What's his name? - Conner. Stand-up guy.

Good friend.

What is up? How you doin'?

I'm good. I'm good. Damn, girl, you are fine.

Uh, this is my dad, Conner Wells.

I'm tired of this shit, man.

Oh, Lord.

He's not supposed to be going that hard, Daddy. He looks great.

That's it!

Good job, Mason.

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Mason! Mason!

Oh, hey, baby. Hi.

Hi. Come here, sweetheart.

It's so exciting. You did all this for me?

I did. I did it all for you. Huh?

Do you like it? I love it.

Well done, Mason. Nice to see you. Thank you, sir.

Let's toast to our success.

Cheers.

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Hey. Champagne over here.

Hey.

Mason.

Hey, baby.

You're drunk.

Yeah. So what, baby? What--

What's happening? Hey, where-- It's time to leave, Mason. Come on.

Leave? We just got here. What are you talkin' about? Baby, we're just celebratin'.

We're just celebratin'. Well, why don't you celebrate with me?

What made you mad?

I'm sorry, sweetheart. Hey.

Come here.

Jorge, get the car. We're goin'.

It's too crowded. Let's take the elevator.

Damn, you look good in that little pink dress.

You like that one I got you?

Watch your step there.

Get in, baby. After you. After you.

Okay. Here comes the paparazzi.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Mason, come on! Give us a photo!

Back away from the car.

Come on out and do it! Hey!

- - One picture outside, champ. Come on!

Oh, baby. Oh, God. Oh, shit.

There's a lot of 'em.

Just one minute.

No! Haven't you had enough? Of course you haven't.

You boys have been following me all night. Might as well give you a good shot.

Here you go, boys. Huh? What, you want a shot? Not a mark on me.

See that? That's it!

Jorge, I wanna go.

Back away from the car. Mason. Mason!

- Get back in the car. This is dangerous. - Hey, just relax--

- Oh, God! -

No!

Mason!

- No! - All right, let's move!

-Let's get out of here! - No!

- Mason! -Go, go, go!

Mason! Mason! No!

Stop the car! Stop--

Help me!

I'm not available. Leave a message.

When they officially closed the investigation about Trevor,

I thought this was over, you know?

That you'd be back the next morning. Yeah.

Well, you know, uh, I guess that's what you get...

for 20 years of devotion and service.

You know, no good deed goes unpunished.

It's like their special "Thank you" to me.

The medical board just won't approve your rehab. They want you retired.

- You know what I'm gonna do? - No. What?

I'm gonna--

- Hello? - Roland.

Boy, it's good to hear your voice.

You know who this is?

I do. How you feeling, Connie?

Not bad for an old guy. I take it life is treatin' you well?

Not bad. I'm off the force. I just went out I.O.D.

Everything's good, I guess. Well, I'll have to take your word for that.

I have a problem, Roland, and I think you're the only man that can help me.

- What could I do for you, brother? - It concerns Nikita.

She all right? She's fine... for now.

But, uh-- Look, it'd be best if we could talk in person.

Well, if you'd like, I'll head on out there tomorrow.

Oh, that's fantastic. I'll make all the arrangements. My people will be in touch.

Then I'll see you tomorrow. I'll send my plane for you.