Rebel (2017) s01e09 Episode Script
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1 FEMALE ANNOUNCING: Previously, on "Rebel" YOUNGER RENE: Hey, what's happening, Becca? CHARLES: There's a moment for every cop where everything you're confused about comes clear.
REBEL: I'm not one of your rookies anymore.
What are you sayin'? ASHLEY: I don't have time for this.
Can you at least walk me outta here with dignity? JIMMY: No.
I don't think so.
Even if your vic's ID is good, how do we know that Markey wasn't goin' rogue or REBEL: Hold up, hold up, "my" vic? No, "the" vic.
There ain't no "my" in this.
He was picked out of a photo line-up.
Okay, but he's just one.
You're saying there's a network.
Maybe Markey went rogue and was doin' this with criminal civilians.
What the hell's goin' on here? - REBEL: Captain - Get her outta here.
And I'm not your captain anymore.
Lieutenant Gold is gone.
Your privileges are revoked.
Look, sir, she has information that's relevant to the case.
Well, then take her statement.
And don't forget to say "thank you.
" We don't want her to file a citizen's complaint for our bad manners.
"Citizen.
" That would be you.
BRYANT ON VIDEO: That's the story, all right, April? That's the story.
We're stickin' to it.
Jesus.
They thought that Malik saw whoever tried to force Brim into the gray van that night.
Brim said that they were in plain clothes, so, we don't know if they're off-duty cops or detectives.
Our only lead is one of them had a tattoo on his forearm, a sword in the shape of a cross.
Where did you even get this video? Lieutenant Gold gave it to Rebel.
This recording was not on the bodycam unit that we received.
The unit we received was never turned on that day.
Somebody obviously switched them out.
Gold.
He was the watch commander that night.
Captain, all due respect, I mean, Lieutenant Gold's the face of reform.
CAPT.
HART: Well, exactly.
This scandal undermines everything he said in public about the department.
Then why would he give it to Rebel? I don't know.
Guilt.
Forget this now.
Where are Lopez and Bryant? Well, Rafael's off today and Vaughn Bryant didn't show up for his shift.
I'll get my guys on them, and we'll check for an officer with that kind of tattoo.
MACK: Yeah.
- What about this guy? - MACK: Oh Jimmy and I'll take a run at him.
He hasn't asked for an attorney? Well, I mean, he's a cop, so he doesn't think we have anything on him.
All right.
Keep me posted.
You've gotta go.
The Captain's on the war path.
He's trying to throw Charles under the bus for April's bodycam.
Yeah, I know.
You should probably reach out to him.
Well, what's the plan with Brian Markey? Reb, I can't do this now.
What about Vaughn Bryant? [sighs.]
Look, IA's trying to bring him in.
- Rafael Lopez? - Yeah, him as well.
But they don't really have anything to go at him with.
- The van.
- We put an APB out on it, and they're running through officers to see if anyone has the same tattoo.
You're gonna have to trust us.
We've got this covered, okay? Go home and I'll reach out.
All right, Mack.
I'm counting on you.
I know.
- [door slams.]
- CHEENA: [gasps.]
You'd better lock your door, if you're gonna be in here dozing in front of a crooked cop's house.
I'm surveilling.
[laughs.]
With your eyes closed? I'm awake enough to know Bryant's truck hasn't moved.
But I did see his wife pick up a few food deliveries.
I thought you were working with the guys.
I was, until Captain Hart kicked me off the team.
Oh, that's his bad.
But now the two of us can surveil together, right? Yeah.
I just put a 'hood alert on that van.
- [cell phone ringing.]
- CHEENA: A what? It's my version of an APB, but it goes out to all the brodies and fam.
[sighs.]
I think Bryant is already in the wind.
- How? - I don't know.
They must have switched cars.
I mean, he could be in another state or another country by now.
Well, how are we gonna find him? All right, newbie we're goin' for a dive.
Ugh, next time you ask me to go for a dumpster dive, the answer is no.
No, not no.
Hell, no! Cheena, this is a part of being a PI.
That's easy for you to say.
You've got a recycled bag full of newspapers and junk mail.
I'm elbow-deep in sludge.
And, for the record, how is this legal? When folks leave their trash on the street, it becomes abandoned Which means you don't need a warrant.
Hold up.
Check this out.
Oh.
It looks like an itinerary.
Yeah, and there are other pieces in here.
Mmm, maybe they were plannin' to fly out of Mexico City to somewhere.
I'll see if I can find the rest of the pieces and put them together.
Brian, I am so sorry that we had to pull you in public like that, man.
It was not my idea.
- Whose was it? - JIMMY: It was Mack's.
To be honest, he wanted to cuff you, too, but I put my foot down.
I love my little brother, but Rebel Knight has him wrapped around her little finger.
I think my feeling are pretty accurate about that.
I think she has it out for the department.
But I know she has it out for you, for Rafael, and for Vaughn Bryant.
That's for damn sure.
She's looking for blood, Jimmy, for what happened to her brother.
This does not look good for you, Brian.
That's why you've gotta give me something.
The Captain wants to downplay this.
I just need to know what went on in the warehouse, and I need to know who else was involved.
Nobody wants to hurt you.
Except Rebel.
But, there's no reason why what happened in that warehouse has to have anything to do with what happened to Rebel Knight's brother.
[door opens.]
MACK: You tell him he's pissin' in the wind? Yeah, Mack, I told him.
We're searching your house now, Brian, talking to your wife, combing through your financials.
Unless you didn't spend a dime of the money you've been rakin' in, I mean, the math just isn't gonna add up.
There's nothing to find, Mack, 'cause I didn't do anything.
Yeah, well, we happen to know you did to the guy you tried to kidnap.
When you didn't finish the job, and you tried to kill him, you showed him that pretty little face of yours, and he identified you.
[laughing.]
Now let me get this straight.
Your key piece of evidence is the testimony of a Black drug dealer [laughs.]
who has a motive to lie about a cop because he's pissed off they shot his best friend.
That's nice.
That's real nice.
[laughing.]
MACK: Better wipe that grin off your face.
MARKEY: I see that you're wasting my time here.
Come on.
I've got paperwork.
MACK: We'll see about that.
MARKEY: [laughing.]
Come on, what is this, amateur hour, huh? You came in too early.
I almost had him.
Oh, he wasn't gonna fall for "it's not a big deal" routine.
Yeah, maybe not, okay? But you still stepped on me.
We've gotta get in sync, or we're gonna lose him.
Mmm! Mm! Mm! Baby, that chicken and dumplings smells amazing.
Mm-hm? I thought it was just us.
- Yeah, well - [door opens.]
Hey, Daddy.
What'd you invite them over here for? Because they're family, and that's what Sunday dinners are all about.
Just give it a shot, all right? RENE: [grunts.]
This gon' be hella fun.
JACKIE: That sounds interesting.
CHEENA: Not as much as working with Rebel.
How are your cases going? What? We arrested one of the cops who shot Malik for something else.
But we think it could be related to Malik's shooting.
We're just trying to figure everything out.
And you're just now telling me? We weren't speaking.
Besides, I don't know all the details.
I didn't wanna come here and upset you when I didn't know the whole story.
Once again, you're playing the parent Determining what's best for me.
Daddy, that's not what I'm trying to do.
RENE: Actually, it is, Becca.
You know what? I'm just gonna eat my food in the - in the TV room.
- Oh, no, Rene, come on.
[heavy sigh.]
Why'd you call me over, to begin with? I thought you two needed to talk.
Yeah, well, you coulda sussed him out before you invited me over.
[sighs.]
Maybe that's what you wanted.
Come on, Chee, let's go.
JACKIE: Rebel, I'm not the enemy here.
You know what, Jackie? I'm cool on you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for what happened.
But it was a long time ago.
Eventually, you're gon' have to let it go.
I ain't gotta let go of nothin'.
JIMMY: Searched Brian's house.
That didn't turn up anything.
[heavy sigh.]
His financials are solid.
- Where's he hiding it? - I don't know.
A storage locker? A frickin' can buried in a backyard? Hey, guys.
So, we checked personnel records, put the word out, and there's absolutely no one in the 7th with a sword cross tattoo on his forearm.
Maybe we need to expand our horizons.
Vaughn's been a cop 20 years.
He's got friends in every district of the department.
Hm, I doubt he'd use somebody he knows casually on a job this big given the stakes.
Did Bryant work in any other districts, or have any other relatives that did? His uncle Calvin worked in the 8th.
He didn't have any tattoos.
Yeah, but maybe one of those old blue hairs over there did.
He played on their softball team.
He knows a lot of cops over there.
I'm gonna make some calls.
I'm on my way to Arizona as soon as I get to Sonora.
I love you, too, babe, but I've gotta go! Looks like you're not gonna be makin' that trip.
- [sighs.]
Guess not.
- MACK: Or usin' this piece.
Oh, come on, Markey, you're wasting everyone's time.
I thought you moved him.
MACK: I told Iverson to put you guys in Room 2.
JIMMY: Well, I guess we'll go to Room 2, then.
- MARKEY: [laughs.]
- MACK: Sorry about that.
Oh, I know what you're doing.
You're trying to rattle me.
Yeah, well, you should be rattled, because Halderton's already started talking.
You see, we have three eye witnesses who put him, and his tattoo, drivin' that gray van.
We gathered up a couple of other victims and did a voice line-up.
[laughs.]
It seems you like to talk a lot to the guys you kidnapped 'cause three of them recognized your voice.
Yep.
So, here's the deal, Markey.
[groans.]
You and Halderton are in a showcase showdown.
Whoever yaps and offers us the most gets a shot at walking.
But I think you know more than him, at least when it comes to Vaughn Bryant, and it's Bryant we want.
So, what's it gonna be, huh? Are you gonna cooperate or are you gonna do the time? I need to see you.
This is Markey's union attorney.
Norman Williams.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, I'll let you know, if he asks for you.
No, no, that's not the way we're gonna do this.
Let's extend Mr.
Williams some professional courtesy.
[quietly.]
Can I talk to you for a second? Mm-hm.
He was about to confess.
We do not have to let this guy in there.
Take a breather and let Mr.
Williams consult his client.
Captain, we are going to lose him.
I said, take a breather.
[mixed conversations.]
MACK: [groans.]
We found the tattoo guy.
He's a retired cop from the 8th.
Pranced him in front of Markey and his lawyer showed up.
Oh, so, we're SOL.
Well, Jimmy's going through all the old CCT cam to see what direction the gray van went.
Hey, Iverson.
Can you find out who tampered with April's bodycam after Malik's shooting? Rebel, there's way too much heat in here.
IA hasn't even left the building yet, and you're still the black sheep of the district.
This ain't about the district, or the department, for that matter.
It's about Lieutenant Charles Gold.
It's about what kind of cop, and man, you wanna be.
You need to let this feud go with Rebel.
She did the best she could.
Why are you defendin' her? She can't even stand you.
Ain't nothin' I can do about that.
We should just leave.
I've got some land in Louisiana.
We could just settle up near Lake Charles, Lafayette, somewhere.
Yeah, baby, but this is your home.
Not really.
Not anymore.
Rene, you know I love you, and I would be thrilled to finally have you for good.
But your daughter's here, and you can't just move 'cause you're mad.
That's not why I'd be movin'.
Then I don't understand.
Well, you don't have to.
All you have to do is answer me this one question.
What? Will you move away with me? Of course, I will my lil' sugar bear.
That's all I needed to hear.
That's all you needed to hear.
- Mm-hm.
- Mmmm [kissing.]
Mmmm! I was in my truck trying to find some land to start a new garden, when I first peeked the van.
I got your plug and I hit you.
- All the time busy, D.
- BOTH: [laughing.]
Matter of fact, here's a little something for your garden.
JIMMY: Thanks for the shout.
How'd you find it? You wouldn't understand, even if I told you.
One of the detectives found this.
It'll take weeks for DNA, if there's even any on there.
It's just a lousy cigarette butt.
Why are you smilin'? Markey doesn't need to know that.
Let's not forget he's a cop.
Yeah, but he's a uniformed cop, not a detective.
Hit him with the okey-doke.
You've had my client here long enough.
Either charge or release him.
Kenneth Richardson, murder.
Marcus Freeland, assault with a deadly weapon.
And Larry Cotton, rape.
What the hell's this? You remember these guys, don't you, Brian? Officer, you need to address your question to me.
Your client arrested each one of these men, and they're all doin' time in San Quentin.
I bet you they'll be pretty stoked when you show up in Quentin, huh? WILLIAMS: Don't say a word.
Not a word.
I'm gonna ask you again.
Are you charging or releasing him? Well, we found the van and we found this the same kind you smoke, bro.
And then, Brian, we fished one of your cigarette butts from this ashtray from earlier and guess what? The DNA is a match.
So, to answer your question, counselor, we are charging him.
Brian Markey, you're under arrest for kidnapping and attempted murder.
WILLIAMS: It's bogus, Brian.
Don't say anything.
I'll have you out in a day or two.
Not likely.
Too bad Halderton already beat you to the punch, and cut a deal.
- Have fun in prison.
- Wait! Wait! Wait! I'm gonna cut a deal! I'm gonna cut a deal! Brian, I strongly advise against you saying anything else.
I'm not eating time for anybody, all right? I'm gonna tell you anything you need to know.
All right.
Start talking.
CHEENA: Woo-woo, girl, you're gon' love my ass! REBEL: What are you talking about? Woo! Vaughn Bryant and his family are flying from Mexico City for Vietnam.
Vietnam? Why? Good street food, great coffee, and most importantly, no extradition treaty.
- Oh.
- [cell phone rings.]
It's my dad.
Your brother and I used to come out here at least once every few weeks.
That boy would climb this tree.
REBEL: [quiet laugh.]
[sighs.]
Oh, wow.
Daddy look, I'm sorry about the lawsuit.
But we didn't come out here to talk about that.
But I do have a question.
Would you consider moving back into the house? What? [laughs.]
No.
I have a place.
And with everything that's going on, I mean, I don't really think it would be a good idea.
What I'm trying to say is would you want to buy it? 'Cause me and Jackie, we're fixin' to leave Oakland.
[scoffs.]
[laughs.]
So, that was her plan.
Now now now Becca, look, this was all my idea.
Nah, look, ain't nothin' here for me, but pain, no more.
Daddy, what about me? I'm here.
Yes but you've gotta move on with your life.
You and me, we've been frozen in time.
But now it's time for you to take care of you.
And, look, the truth is, I need to get sober, and it ain't gon' happen here.
- Yeah, but, Daddy - Nah, nah, look there's nothing you can say that's gonna make me change my mind.
So, do you want the house or not? I don't know.
I mean I do have a lot of good memories there and it always makes me think about Mama and Lik.
[cell phone rings.]
[clears throat.]
Okay, I've gotta go.
Just give me a little bit more time, okay? [heavy sigh.]
You asked me what kind of cop I wanted to be.
Thanks.
MACK: [sighing.]
Well Markey confessed.
And he said that, uh, Texas would feed him names of dudes movin' drugs or guns, and Vaughn and his crew would snatch 'em, torture 'em.
What about the night Malik was killed? When the detectives tried to take Brim, you know, they thought Malik made them, so they REBEL: [sighs.]
Markey thinks Vaughn took April out, as well.
He was the ringleader.
So, that's it.
That's why they killed my brother.
What's this? A flight itinerary I got out of Vaughn's trash for Vietnam, out of Mexico.
He wouldn't leave his wife.
And if I know Vaughn Bryant, he's not riding out of Dodge without cashing in those cell phones, first.
You think he's still here? There's only one way to find out.
[doorbell rings.]
Jimmy, what a pleasant surprise.
I'm actually - Yeah, where's Vaughn? - He's not here.
He didn't show up for his shift.
Maybe he's working undercover.
Yeah, maybe.
I have to pick up the kids from school.
JIMMY: How are they? Great.
But they won't be, if I'm late.
You know, you you asked, um, me and Kathy as their godparents, if we'd look out for them if anything ever happened to you or Vaughn.
Why would anything happen to us? See, the problem is is that we can't afford two more mouths to feed.
Vaughn's an only child.
Both your parents are dead.
So, they'll probably wind up in foster care.
Sent to different homes.
Have you ever seen siblings ripped apart? See, right now, Hannah, you haven't you haven't broken the law.
You've got some nerve comin' in here, after you turned your back on your friend.
Vaughn is like my brother, but he made his choice, and he killed people.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Bullshit! - HANNAH: [gasps.]
I sathe passports.
We found your itinerary for Vietnam.
Hannah, this is this is your last chance.
Your next decision decides your future and the future of your children.
Get the hell out of my damn house now! Well, Vaughn is still in town and she's definitely talked to him.
Okay, so, arrest her.
She'll talk.
Not yet.
Hannah's more useful to us here.
If we keep an eye on her, she might lead us straight to Vaughn.
So, what? We're supposed to wait on the off-chance that they make contact? Well, I'm also gonna check a couple of the spots Vaughn and I frequent together.
And I'll check the kids at school.
See if he swoops in to make a run for it.
Man, both of them plans are weak.
CHEENA: Where are the Mclntyre boys? [laughs.]
That sound like a boy band.
They're out runnin' other leads.
I've got a better shorthand with you, anyway.
If you mean I let you run off at the mouth, then totally.
Okay, so you're Vaughn Bryant, you haven't left town.
Where do you hide? Probably somewhere I won't get caught.
You're bringin' your A-game tonight, Chee.
Maybe I should go get my boy band.
BOTH: [laughing.]
CHEENA: I don't know.
Maybe I'd hide somewhere I hid the stashes.
But we don't know where that is, do we? No, and Texas is already dead.
But his girlfriend isn't.
See you over there, girl you're lookin' fine Two shots of Patron and you're feelin' right Tell me what's up, with that ass tonight You told me we were even, and now Texas is dead.
I didn't have anything to do with that.
But you can help me find out who did.
ASHLEY: How? Where's Texas' stash house? Like he'd tell me.
The only thing he ever gave me was a couple of bags and designer clothes and an STD.
REBEL: You didn't make him wrap it up? Don't act like you've strapped every time you've got down.
Did Texas own any other properties? Nah.
That one was 'hood rich.
Everything he owned, outside of his mama's house, was either on his back or in his pocket.
Where does his mama live? Hell, if I know.
I never visited.
Yeah, but you'd know where it is.
I'm not sure.
I think he said it was somewhere off Laurel or something.
Thanks, Ashley.
That's the last time I'm helping you.
Hey, Chee, I need you to look up an address for me.
Hey, lil' man.
Which one of y'all knows Texas? Hey, second largest state in the country, - last I heard, Miss Po-Po.
- REBEL: [laughs.]
REBEL: I look like a roller to you? How about I put some skrilla on it? Unh! Keep it one hundred and answer the question.
Yeah, I know Texas.
My brother used to roll with him.
His mama used to live in that house over there.
But, uh, she passed away a few years back.
Who's stayin' there now? Hey, you got me.
But, uh, I used to see a gray van in the garage.
But I ain't seen it in a minute.
A'ight.
Which one of y'all got the best arm? [laughing.]
Oh next question.
[laughing.]
All right, you're gonna have to prove it.
A'ight.
[glass shatters.]
[cell phone ringing.]
Yeah? - REBEL: [gasps.]
- What are you doing, huh?! BOTH: [grunting.]
You're so far behind.
You think you're ahead.
BOTH: [grunting.]
Tell your damn brother I said "hi.
" - BRYANT: [roaring.]
- REBEL: [screaming.]
BOTH: [grunting.]
REBEL: [grunting.]
BRYANT: [choking.]
REBEL: [forceful grunt.]
REBEL: [gasping.]
Hey, Reb It's okay.
Hey stop stop.
- REBEL: [gasping.]
- [heavy thud.]
He's dead.
- REBEL: [sobbing.]
- MACK: It's okay.
I got you.
REBEL: [continues sobbing.]
MACK: Come on.
Let's go.
WOMAN: You suffered a concussion, a cracked rib, as well as a bruised spleen.
I'm ready to go home.
Actually, we'd like to keep you overnight for observation.
Becca, just listen to the woman.
REBEL: Daddy, what are you doing here? I called him.
Are you okay? REBEL: Yeah.
[heavy sigh.]
We got the guys who killed Malik.
We finally got justice.
Becca, right now that's all that matters.
Sorry, ma'am, no visitors.
Only family at the moment.
I'm not a visitor.
I'm compliance director for the police department.
Excuse me.
I don't care who you are.
My daughter is injured and not talking to anyone, especially crooked cops.
It's okay, Daddy.
Let her through.
Are you sure? Thank you.
Excuse me.
I heard what happened.
People of this city owe you a debt of gratitude.
REBEL: Thanks.
They also owe Lieutenant Gold.
Somebody hand me my coat.
Um, okay, let's let's give them a moment.
What is this? The surveillance video [wheezing.]
from the evidence room the morning after my [wheezing.]
brother was shot.
Lieutenant Gold didn't switch the bodycams.
[sighs.]
Captain Hart? He gave it to Lieutenant Gold, and then Lieutenant Gold gave it to me.
Why did Charles leave town in the dead of night? I'm sure he was conflicted.
I mean, the department is his life's work.
To uncover a scandal like this I know it broke his heart [wheezing.]
and then he held onto the footage longer than he should have.
I mean [wheezing.]
he was probably embarrassed.
If all of this is true, I I'm ready to get rid of Captain Hart and there will be a vacancy to fill.
Well I'm sure we both know the perfect guy to fill that position [wheezing.]
that is, if you can get him back.
Well, it looks like Rebel's gonna be okay.
Yeah.
I'm thankful for that.
JACKIE: [quiet laugh.]
[kissing.]
Mmmm! What was that for? Because I love you.
But you belong here with your daughter.
Jackie You know me.
I'm a rolling stone, anyway.
We both are.
And how's that gonna work? Promise me you'll try to stop drinking.
You stay sweet, sugar bear.
[gentle kiss.]
What the hell is that? It was Lik's.
I found it in a box underneath his bed.
It was his favorite when he was a kid.
You know, there's a there's a couple of things I need to say.
First I want to apologize for everything that happened between me and Jackie.
Oh, Daddy, you don't have to do that.
No, actually, I need to.
I do.
REBEL's MOTHER: So I'm crazy? I'm a fool? YOUNGER RENE: Look, I told you, Becca's a child.
She don't know what the hell she's talkin' about.
REBEL's MOM: You've got the nerve to cheat on me in my own damn house and then lie to me about it! I'll tell you to stay out of my face with all this damn nonsense! Or what? What you gon' do, huh? You gon' hit me? [bottles, glasses shattering.]
REBEL's MOM: You know what? I'm outta here! YOUNG REBEL: Mama, don't go! - [truck horn blaring.]
- [screaming.]
- [brakes screeching.]
- [glass shattering.]
You've been carrying all that guilt ever since.
You need to forgive yourself.
I know.
[sniffling.]
But it's hard.
We're gonna make it through this.
Together.
Becca, I love you.
Don't you ever forget that.
I love you, too, Daddy.
REBEL: Aw, thanks for this.
MACK: Yeah, I saw one on Malik's grave.
I figured you left it.
Thought you might like one to remind you of him, and, plus, solving the case.
What were you doing at the cemetery? You know, whenever I'm out that way visiting my mom, I usually stop by.
Had to meet you Smelling hella good Oh I made you smile Oh it's all good, babe Say you're from the west Used to go to Tulsa Now you're doing grown things Girl, said it's no way No way, no how I'm the type of guy That's gonna be scared of you girl No way, no way, no how Do what you gotta do I'm telling you there's no way No way, no how Tell me what you wanna do Yeah yeah No way, no way, no how My purpose has always been hand grenades, even though I sometimes mistake my breath for clouds.
My throat is on fire with words I can no longer swallow.
My thoughts are an act of war and that's why we're all here.
Because someone turned on the heat.
It's not my jacket or my coat, 'cause life has a way of stripping away your fashion and making you stand face-to-face with your past, toe-to-toe with love.
And as much as I want them both to be the same, they split me in half like mishandled glassware, make my sleep become scattered marbles.
I won't accept your violence as water.
It doesn't flow with the sunrise of my blues.
It ignored my SOS when I needed it most.
So, I will drive, I will push.
I'm gonna create furious thunder for the skies, blow rapids under the waves, I'm gonna make you feel this bass pummel from my heart, not some timid-toned treble.
I heard you speak.
I'm woke now.
What else would you expect from a rebel? AUDIENCE: [applauding.]
[cell phone ringing.]
[phone ringing.]
Hey.
What's goin' on? I was just grabbin' some tacos.
Listen, Hannah called about some insurance policy that Vaughn left.
Okay.
Why bother us? Have her call the insurance company.
[laughs.]
Well, I don't think it's that kind of insurance.
She said something about it being in a dryer vent at Texas' mom's place.
I'm gonna go check it out.
I thought you might wanna ride along.
Uh, no, you go ahead.
Just let me know if it's anything.
Well, okay.
[dramatic music.]
Rebel showed up, unannounced, at Texas' spot.
I never told you it was okay to roofie her.
Whoa, whoa, let's get one thing straight, Mack.
We're partners.
You don't tell me anything.
Rebel was gettin' close.
I made a judgment call.
Why are you wasting my time? I think April might be a problem.
That's upon you.
I never wanted her on to begin with.
- [gunshot fires.]
- JIMMY: [gasps.]
[groaning.]
[dogs barking.]
940B.
Officer down.
[groans.]
[siren blips.]
- What happened? - I don't know.
He called me.
When I got here, he was down.
Why? What's he doing here in the first place? He said Vaughn left something.
Look, I'm gonna go with him.
Okay.
Call me and let me know he's okay.
Okay.
Cheena Jimmy just got shot.
This isn't over.
[dramatic music.]
REBEL: I'm not one of your rookies anymore.
What are you sayin'? ASHLEY: I don't have time for this.
Can you at least walk me outta here with dignity? JIMMY: No.
I don't think so.
Even if your vic's ID is good, how do we know that Markey wasn't goin' rogue or REBEL: Hold up, hold up, "my" vic? No, "the" vic.
There ain't no "my" in this.
He was picked out of a photo line-up.
Okay, but he's just one.
You're saying there's a network.
Maybe Markey went rogue and was doin' this with criminal civilians.
What the hell's goin' on here? - REBEL: Captain - Get her outta here.
And I'm not your captain anymore.
Lieutenant Gold is gone.
Your privileges are revoked.
Look, sir, she has information that's relevant to the case.
Well, then take her statement.
And don't forget to say "thank you.
" We don't want her to file a citizen's complaint for our bad manners.
"Citizen.
" That would be you.
BRYANT ON VIDEO: That's the story, all right, April? That's the story.
We're stickin' to it.
Jesus.
They thought that Malik saw whoever tried to force Brim into the gray van that night.
Brim said that they were in plain clothes, so, we don't know if they're off-duty cops or detectives.
Our only lead is one of them had a tattoo on his forearm, a sword in the shape of a cross.
Where did you even get this video? Lieutenant Gold gave it to Rebel.
This recording was not on the bodycam unit that we received.
The unit we received was never turned on that day.
Somebody obviously switched them out.
Gold.
He was the watch commander that night.
Captain, all due respect, I mean, Lieutenant Gold's the face of reform.
CAPT.
HART: Well, exactly.
This scandal undermines everything he said in public about the department.
Then why would he give it to Rebel? I don't know.
Guilt.
Forget this now.
Where are Lopez and Bryant? Well, Rafael's off today and Vaughn Bryant didn't show up for his shift.
I'll get my guys on them, and we'll check for an officer with that kind of tattoo.
MACK: Yeah.
- What about this guy? - MACK: Oh Jimmy and I'll take a run at him.
He hasn't asked for an attorney? Well, I mean, he's a cop, so he doesn't think we have anything on him.
All right.
Keep me posted.
You've gotta go.
The Captain's on the war path.
He's trying to throw Charles under the bus for April's bodycam.
Yeah, I know.
You should probably reach out to him.
Well, what's the plan with Brian Markey? Reb, I can't do this now.
What about Vaughn Bryant? [sighs.]
Look, IA's trying to bring him in.
- Rafael Lopez? - Yeah, him as well.
But they don't really have anything to go at him with.
- The van.
- We put an APB out on it, and they're running through officers to see if anyone has the same tattoo.
You're gonna have to trust us.
We've got this covered, okay? Go home and I'll reach out.
All right, Mack.
I'm counting on you.
I know.
- [door slams.]
- CHEENA: [gasps.]
You'd better lock your door, if you're gonna be in here dozing in front of a crooked cop's house.
I'm surveilling.
[laughs.]
With your eyes closed? I'm awake enough to know Bryant's truck hasn't moved.
But I did see his wife pick up a few food deliveries.
I thought you were working with the guys.
I was, until Captain Hart kicked me off the team.
Oh, that's his bad.
But now the two of us can surveil together, right? Yeah.
I just put a 'hood alert on that van.
- [cell phone ringing.]
- CHEENA: A what? It's my version of an APB, but it goes out to all the brodies and fam.
[sighs.]
I think Bryant is already in the wind.
- How? - I don't know.
They must have switched cars.
I mean, he could be in another state or another country by now.
Well, how are we gonna find him? All right, newbie we're goin' for a dive.
Ugh, next time you ask me to go for a dumpster dive, the answer is no.
No, not no.
Hell, no! Cheena, this is a part of being a PI.
That's easy for you to say.
You've got a recycled bag full of newspapers and junk mail.
I'm elbow-deep in sludge.
And, for the record, how is this legal? When folks leave their trash on the street, it becomes abandoned Which means you don't need a warrant.
Hold up.
Check this out.
Oh.
It looks like an itinerary.
Yeah, and there are other pieces in here.
Mmm, maybe they were plannin' to fly out of Mexico City to somewhere.
I'll see if I can find the rest of the pieces and put them together.
Brian, I am so sorry that we had to pull you in public like that, man.
It was not my idea.
- Whose was it? - JIMMY: It was Mack's.
To be honest, he wanted to cuff you, too, but I put my foot down.
I love my little brother, but Rebel Knight has him wrapped around her little finger.
I think my feeling are pretty accurate about that.
I think she has it out for the department.
But I know she has it out for you, for Rafael, and for Vaughn Bryant.
That's for damn sure.
She's looking for blood, Jimmy, for what happened to her brother.
This does not look good for you, Brian.
That's why you've gotta give me something.
The Captain wants to downplay this.
I just need to know what went on in the warehouse, and I need to know who else was involved.
Nobody wants to hurt you.
Except Rebel.
But, there's no reason why what happened in that warehouse has to have anything to do with what happened to Rebel Knight's brother.
[door opens.]
MACK: You tell him he's pissin' in the wind? Yeah, Mack, I told him.
We're searching your house now, Brian, talking to your wife, combing through your financials.
Unless you didn't spend a dime of the money you've been rakin' in, I mean, the math just isn't gonna add up.
There's nothing to find, Mack, 'cause I didn't do anything.
Yeah, well, we happen to know you did to the guy you tried to kidnap.
When you didn't finish the job, and you tried to kill him, you showed him that pretty little face of yours, and he identified you.
[laughing.]
Now let me get this straight.
Your key piece of evidence is the testimony of a Black drug dealer [laughs.]
who has a motive to lie about a cop because he's pissed off they shot his best friend.
That's nice.
That's real nice.
[laughing.]
MACK: Better wipe that grin off your face.
MARKEY: I see that you're wasting my time here.
Come on.
I've got paperwork.
MACK: We'll see about that.
MARKEY: [laughing.]
Come on, what is this, amateur hour, huh? You came in too early.
I almost had him.
Oh, he wasn't gonna fall for "it's not a big deal" routine.
Yeah, maybe not, okay? But you still stepped on me.
We've gotta get in sync, or we're gonna lose him.
Mmm! Mm! Mm! Baby, that chicken and dumplings smells amazing.
Mm-hm? I thought it was just us.
- Yeah, well - [door opens.]
Hey, Daddy.
What'd you invite them over here for? Because they're family, and that's what Sunday dinners are all about.
Just give it a shot, all right? RENE: [grunts.]
This gon' be hella fun.
JACKIE: That sounds interesting.
CHEENA: Not as much as working with Rebel.
How are your cases going? What? We arrested one of the cops who shot Malik for something else.
But we think it could be related to Malik's shooting.
We're just trying to figure everything out.
And you're just now telling me? We weren't speaking.
Besides, I don't know all the details.
I didn't wanna come here and upset you when I didn't know the whole story.
Once again, you're playing the parent Determining what's best for me.
Daddy, that's not what I'm trying to do.
RENE: Actually, it is, Becca.
You know what? I'm just gonna eat my food in the - in the TV room.
- Oh, no, Rene, come on.
[heavy sigh.]
Why'd you call me over, to begin with? I thought you two needed to talk.
Yeah, well, you coulda sussed him out before you invited me over.
[sighs.]
Maybe that's what you wanted.
Come on, Chee, let's go.
JACKIE: Rebel, I'm not the enemy here.
You know what, Jackie? I'm cool on you.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for what happened.
But it was a long time ago.
Eventually, you're gon' have to let it go.
I ain't gotta let go of nothin'.
JIMMY: Searched Brian's house.
That didn't turn up anything.
[heavy sigh.]
His financials are solid.
- Where's he hiding it? - I don't know.
A storage locker? A frickin' can buried in a backyard? Hey, guys.
So, we checked personnel records, put the word out, and there's absolutely no one in the 7th with a sword cross tattoo on his forearm.
Maybe we need to expand our horizons.
Vaughn's been a cop 20 years.
He's got friends in every district of the department.
Hm, I doubt he'd use somebody he knows casually on a job this big given the stakes.
Did Bryant work in any other districts, or have any other relatives that did? His uncle Calvin worked in the 8th.
He didn't have any tattoos.
Yeah, but maybe one of those old blue hairs over there did.
He played on their softball team.
He knows a lot of cops over there.
I'm gonna make some calls.
I'm on my way to Arizona as soon as I get to Sonora.
I love you, too, babe, but I've gotta go! Looks like you're not gonna be makin' that trip.
- [sighs.]
Guess not.
- MACK: Or usin' this piece.
Oh, come on, Markey, you're wasting everyone's time.
I thought you moved him.
MACK: I told Iverson to put you guys in Room 2.
JIMMY: Well, I guess we'll go to Room 2, then.
- MARKEY: [laughs.]
- MACK: Sorry about that.
Oh, I know what you're doing.
You're trying to rattle me.
Yeah, well, you should be rattled, because Halderton's already started talking.
You see, we have three eye witnesses who put him, and his tattoo, drivin' that gray van.
We gathered up a couple of other victims and did a voice line-up.
[laughs.]
It seems you like to talk a lot to the guys you kidnapped 'cause three of them recognized your voice.
Yep.
So, here's the deal, Markey.
[groans.]
You and Halderton are in a showcase showdown.
Whoever yaps and offers us the most gets a shot at walking.
But I think you know more than him, at least when it comes to Vaughn Bryant, and it's Bryant we want.
So, what's it gonna be, huh? Are you gonna cooperate or are you gonna do the time? I need to see you.
This is Markey's union attorney.
Norman Williams.
Nice to meet you.
Yeah, I'll let you know, if he asks for you.
No, no, that's not the way we're gonna do this.
Let's extend Mr.
Williams some professional courtesy.
[quietly.]
Can I talk to you for a second? Mm-hm.
He was about to confess.
We do not have to let this guy in there.
Take a breather and let Mr.
Williams consult his client.
Captain, we are going to lose him.
I said, take a breather.
[mixed conversations.]
MACK: [groans.]
We found the tattoo guy.
He's a retired cop from the 8th.
Pranced him in front of Markey and his lawyer showed up.
Oh, so, we're SOL.
Well, Jimmy's going through all the old CCT cam to see what direction the gray van went.
Hey, Iverson.
Can you find out who tampered with April's bodycam after Malik's shooting? Rebel, there's way too much heat in here.
IA hasn't even left the building yet, and you're still the black sheep of the district.
This ain't about the district, or the department, for that matter.
It's about Lieutenant Charles Gold.
It's about what kind of cop, and man, you wanna be.
You need to let this feud go with Rebel.
She did the best she could.
Why are you defendin' her? She can't even stand you.
Ain't nothin' I can do about that.
We should just leave.
I've got some land in Louisiana.
We could just settle up near Lake Charles, Lafayette, somewhere.
Yeah, baby, but this is your home.
Not really.
Not anymore.
Rene, you know I love you, and I would be thrilled to finally have you for good.
But your daughter's here, and you can't just move 'cause you're mad.
That's not why I'd be movin'.
Then I don't understand.
Well, you don't have to.
All you have to do is answer me this one question.
What? Will you move away with me? Of course, I will my lil' sugar bear.
That's all I needed to hear.
That's all you needed to hear.
- Mm-hm.
- Mmmm [kissing.]
Mmmm! I was in my truck trying to find some land to start a new garden, when I first peeked the van.
I got your plug and I hit you.
- All the time busy, D.
- BOTH: [laughing.]
Matter of fact, here's a little something for your garden.
JIMMY: Thanks for the shout.
How'd you find it? You wouldn't understand, even if I told you.
One of the detectives found this.
It'll take weeks for DNA, if there's even any on there.
It's just a lousy cigarette butt.
Why are you smilin'? Markey doesn't need to know that.
Let's not forget he's a cop.
Yeah, but he's a uniformed cop, not a detective.
Hit him with the okey-doke.
You've had my client here long enough.
Either charge or release him.
Kenneth Richardson, murder.
Marcus Freeland, assault with a deadly weapon.
And Larry Cotton, rape.
What the hell's this? You remember these guys, don't you, Brian? Officer, you need to address your question to me.
Your client arrested each one of these men, and they're all doin' time in San Quentin.
I bet you they'll be pretty stoked when you show up in Quentin, huh? WILLIAMS: Don't say a word.
Not a word.
I'm gonna ask you again.
Are you charging or releasing him? Well, we found the van and we found this the same kind you smoke, bro.
And then, Brian, we fished one of your cigarette butts from this ashtray from earlier and guess what? The DNA is a match.
So, to answer your question, counselor, we are charging him.
Brian Markey, you're under arrest for kidnapping and attempted murder.
WILLIAMS: It's bogus, Brian.
Don't say anything.
I'll have you out in a day or two.
Not likely.
Too bad Halderton already beat you to the punch, and cut a deal.
- Have fun in prison.
- Wait! Wait! Wait! I'm gonna cut a deal! I'm gonna cut a deal! Brian, I strongly advise against you saying anything else.
I'm not eating time for anybody, all right? I'm gonna tell you anything you need to know.
All right.
Start talking.
CHEENA: Woo-woo, girl, you're gon' love my ass! REBEL: What are you talking about? Woo! Vaughn Bryant and his family are flying from Mexico City for Vietnam.
Vietnam? Why? Good street food, great coffee, and most importantly, no extradition treaty.
- Oh.
- [cell phone rings.]
It's my dad.
Your brother and I used to come out here at least once every few weeks.
That boy would climb this tree.
REBEL: [quiet laugh.]
[sighs.]
Oh, wow.
Daddy look, I'm sorry about the lawsuit.
But we didn't come out here to talk about that.
But I do have a question.
Would you consider moving back into the house? What? [laughs.]
No.
I have a place.
And with everything that's going on, I mean, I don't really think it would be a good idea.
What I'm trying to say is would you want to buy it? 'Cause me and Jackie, we're fixin' to leave Oakland.
[scoffs.]
[laughs.]
So, that was her plan.
Now now now Becca, look, this was all my idea.
Nah, look, ain't nothin' here for me, but pain, no more.
Daddy, what about me? I'm here.
Yes but you've gotta move on with your life.
You and me, we've been frozen in time.
But now it's time for you to take care of you.
And, look, the truth is, I need to get sober, and it ain't gon' happen here.
- Yeah, but, Daddy - Nah, nah, look there's nothing you can say that's gonna make me change my mind.
So, do you want the house or not? I don't know.
I mean I do have a lot of good memories there and it always makes me think about Mama and Lik.
[cell phone rings.]
[clears throat.]
Okay, I've gotta go.
Just give me a little bit more time, okay? [heavy sigh.]
You asked me what kind of cop I wanted to be.
Thanks.
MACK: [sighing.]
Well Markey confessed.
And he said that, uh, Texas would feed him names of dudes movin' drugs or guns, and Vaughn and his crew would snatch 'em, torture 'em.
What about the night Malik was killed? When the detectives tried to take Brim, you know, they thought Malik made them, so they REBEL: [sighs.]
Markey thinks Vaughn took April out, as well.
He was the ringleader.
So, that's it.
That's why they killed my brother.
What's this? A flight itinerary I got out of Vaughn's trash for Vietnam, out of Mexico.
He wouldn't leave his wife.
And if I know Vaughn Bryant, he's not riding out of Dodge without cashing in those cell phones, first.
You think he's still here? There's only one way to find out.
[doorbell rings.]
Jimmy, what a pleasant surprise.
I'm actually - Yeah, where's Vaughn? - He's not here.
He didn't show up for his shift.
Maybe he's working undercover.
Yeah, maybe.
I have to pick up the kids from school.
JIMMY: How are they? Great.
But they won't be, if I'm late.
You know, you you asked, um, me and Kathy as their godparents, if we'd look out for them if anything ever happened to you or Vaughn.
Why would anything happen to us? See, the problem is is that we can't afford two more mouths to feed.
Vaughn's an only child.
Both your parents are dead.
So, they'll probably wind up in foster care.
Sent to different homes.
Have you ever seen siblings ripped apart? See, right now, Hannah, you haven't you haven't broken the law.
You've got some nerve comin' in here, after you turned your back on your friend.
Vaughn is like my brother, but he made his choice, and he killed people.
I don't know what you're talking about.
- Bullshit! - HANNAH: [gasps.]
I sathe passports.
We found your itinerary for Vietnam.
Hannah, this is this is your last chance.
Your next decision decides your future and the future of your children.
Get the hell out of my damn house now! Well, Vaughn is still in town and she's definitely talked to him.
Okay, so, arrest her.
She'll talk.
Not yet.
Hannah's more useful to us here.
If we keep an eye on her, she might lead us straight to Vaughn.
So, what? We're supposed to wait on the off-chance that they make contact? Well, I'm also gonna check a couple of the spots Vaughn and I frequent together.
And I'll check the kids at school.
See if he swoops in to make a run for it.
Man, both of them plans are weak.
CHEENA: Where are the Mclntyre boys? [laughs.]
That sound like a boy band.
They're out runnin' other leads.
I've got a better shorthand with you, anyway.
If you mean I let you run off at the mouth, then totally.
Okay, so you're Vaughn Bryant, you haven't left town.
Where do you hide? Probably somewhere I won't get caught.
You're bringin' your A-game tonight, Chee.
Maybe I should go get my boy band.
BOTH: [laughing.]
CHEENA: I don't know.
Maybe I'd hide somewhere I hid the stashes.
But we don't know where that is, do we? No, and Texas is already dead.
But his girlfriend isn't.
See you over there, girl you're lookin' fine Two shots of Patron and you're feelin' right Tell me what's up, with that ass tonight You told me we were even, and now Texas is dead.
I didn't have anything to do with that.
But you can help me find out who did.
ASHLEY: How? Where's Texas' stash house? Like he'd tell me.
The only thing he ever gave me was a couple of bags and designer clothes and an STD.
REBEL: You didn't make him wrap it up? Don't act like you've strapped every time you've got down.
Did Texas own any other properties? Nah.
That one was 'hood rich.
Everything he owned, outside of his mama's house, was either on his back or in his pocket.
Where does his mama live? Hell, if I know.
I never visited.
Yeah, but you'd know where it is.
I'm not sure.
I think he said it was somewhere off Laurel or something.
Thanks, Ashley.
That's the last time I'm helping you.
Hey, Chee, I need you to look up an address for me.
Hey, lil' man.
Which one of y'all knows Texas? Hey, second largest state in the country, - last I heard, Miss Po-Po.
- REBEL: [laughs.]
REBEL: I look like a roller to you? How about I put some skrilla on it? Unh! Keep it one hundred and answer the question.
Yeah, I know Texas.
My brother used to roll with him.
His mama used to live in that house over there.
But, uh, she passed away a few years back.
Who's stayin' there now? Hey, you got me.
But, uh, I used to see a gray van in the garage.
But I ain't seen it in a minute.
A'ight.
Which one of y'all got the best arm? [laughing.]
Oh next question.
[laughing.]
All right, you're gonna have to prove it.
A'ight.
[glass shatters.]
[cell phone ringing.]
Yeah? - REBEL: [gasps.]
- What are you doing, huh?! BOTH: [grunting.]
You're so far behind.
You think you're ahead.
BOTH: [grunting.]
Tell your damn brother I said "hi.
" - BRYANT: [roaring.]
- REBEL: [screaming.]
BOTH: [grunting.]
REBEL: [grunting.]
BRYANT: [choking.]
REBEL: [forceful grunt.]
REBEL: [gasping.]
Hey, Reb It's okay.
Hey stop stop.
- REBEL: [gasping.]
- [heavy thud.]
He's dead.
- REBEL: [sobbing.]
- MACK: It's okay.
I got you.
REBEL: [continues sobbing.]
MACK: Come on.
Let's go.
WOMAN: You suffered a concussion, a cracked rib, as well as a bruised spleen.
I'm ready to go home.
Actually, we'd like to keep you overnight for observation.
Becca, just listen to the woman.
REBEL: Daddy, what are you doing here? I called him.
Are you okay? REBEL: Yeah.
[heavy sigh.]
We got the guys who killed Malik.
We finally got justice.
Becca, right now that's all that matters.
Sorry, ma'am, no visitors.
Only family at the moment.
I'm not a visitor.
I'm compliance director for the police department.
Excuse me.
I don't care who you are.
My daughter is injured and not talking to anyone, especially crooked cops.
It's okay, Daddy.
Let her through.
Are you sure? Thank you.
Excuse me.
I heard what happened.
People of this city owe you a debt of gratitude.
REBEL: Thanks.
They also owe Lieutenant Gold.
Somebody hand me my coat.
Um, okay, let's let's give them a moment.
What is this? The surveillance video [wheezing.]
from the evidence room the morning after my [wheezing.]
brother was shot.
Lieutenant Gold didn't switch the bodycams.
[sighs.]
Captain Hart? He gave it to Lieutenant Gold, and then Lieutenant Gold gave it to me.
Why did Charles leave town in the dead of night? I'm sure he was conflicted.
I mean, the department is his life's work.
To uncover a scandal like this I know it broke his heart [wheezing.]
and then he held onto the footage longer than he should have.
I mean [wheezing.]
he was probably embarrassed.
If all of this is true, I I'm ready to get rid of Captain Hart and there will be a vacancy to fill.
Well I'm sure we both know the perfect guy to fill that position [wheezing.]
that is, if you can get him back.
Well, it looks like Rebel's gonna be okay.
Yeah.
I'm thankful for that.
JACKIE: [quiet laugh.]
[kissing.]
Mmmm! What was that for? Because I love you.
But you belong here with your daughter.
Jackie You know me.
I'm a rolling stone, anyway.
We both are.
And how's that gonna work? Promise me you'll try to stop drinking.
You stay sweet, sugar bear.
[gentle kiss.]
What the hell is that? It was Lik's.
I found it in a box underneath his bed.
It was his favorite when he was a kid.
You know, there's a there's a couple of things I need to say.
First I want to apologize for everything that happened between me and Jackie.
Oh, Daddy, you don't have to do that.
No, actually, I need to.
I do.
REBEL's MOTHER: So I'm crazy? I'm a fool? YOUNGER RENE: Look, I told you, Becca's a child.
She don't know what the hell she's talkin' about.
REBEL's MOM: You've got the nerve to cheat on me in my own damn house and then lie to me about it! I'll tell you to stay out of my face with all this damn nonsense! Or what? What you gon' do, huh? You gon' hit me? [bottles, glasses shattering.]
REBEL's MOM: You know what? I'm outta here! YOUNG REBEL: Mama, don't go! - [truck horn blaring.]
- [screaming.]
- [brakes screeching.]
- [glass shattering.]
You've been carrying all that guilt ever since.
You need to forgive yourself.
I know.
[sniffling.]
But it's hard.
We're gonna make it through this.
Together.
Becca, I love you.
Don't you ever forget that.
I love you, too, Daddy.
REBEL: Aw, thanks for this.
MACK: Yeah, I saw one on Malik's grave.
I figured you left it.
Thought you might like one to remind you of him, and, plus, solving the case.
What were you doing at the cemetery? You know, whenever I'm out that way visiting my mom, I usually stop by.
Had to meet you Smelling hella good Oh I made you smile Oh it's all good, babe Say you're from the west Used to go to Tulsa Now you're doing grown things Girl, said it's no way No way, no how I'm the type of guy That's gonna be scared of you girl No way, no way, no how Do what you gotta do I'm telling you there's no way No way, no how Tell me what you wanna do Yeah yeah No way, no way, no how My purpose has always been hand grenades, even though I sometimes mistake my breath for clouds.
My throat is on fire with words I can no longer swallow.
My thoughts are an act of war and that's why we're all here.
Because someone turned on the heat.
It's not my jacket or my coat, 'cause life has a way of stripping away your fashion and making you stand face-to-face with your past, toe-to-toe with love.
And as much as I want them both to be the same, they split me in half like mishandled glassware, make my sleep become scattered marbles.
I won't accept your violence as water.
It doesn't flow with the sunrise of my blues.
It ignored my SOS when I needed it most.
So, I will drive, I will push.
I'm gonna create furious thunder for the skies, blow rapids under the waves, I'm gonna make you feel this bass pummel from my heart, not some timid-toned treble.
I heard you speak.
I'm woke now.
What else would you expect from a rebel? AUDIENCE: [applauding.]
[cell phone ringing.]
[phone ringing.]
Hey.
What's goin' on? I was just grabbin' some tacos.
Listen, Hannah called about some insurance policy that Vaughn left.
Okay.
Why bother us? Have her call the insurance company.
[laughs.]
Well, I don't think it's that kind of insurance.
She said something about it being in a dryer vent at Texas' mom's place.
I'm gonna go check it out.
I thought you might wanna ride along.
Uh, no, you go ahead.
Just let me know if it's anything.
Well, okay.
[dramatic music.]
Rebel showed up, unannounced, at Texas' spot.
I never told you it was okay to roofie her.
Whoa, whoa, let's get one thing straight, Mack.
We're partners.
You don't tell me anything.
Rebel was gettin' close.
I made a judgment call.
Why are you wasting my time? I think April might be a problem.
That's upon you.
I never wanted her on to begin with.
- [gunshot fires.]
- JIMMY: [gasps.]
[groaning.]
[dogs barking.]
940B.
Officer down.
[groans.]
[siren blips.]
- What happened? - I don't know.
He called me.
When I got here, he was down.
Why? What's he doing here in the first place? He said Vaughn left something.
Look, I'm gonna go with him.
Okay.
Call me and let me know he's okay.
Okay.
Cheena Jimmy just got shot.
This isn't over.
[dramatic music.]