Fastlane (2002) s01e13 Episode Script

What's up? You're not gonna eat your spumoni? No, Cyrus, man.
I'll pass, thanks.
What's the deal? I had this flown in from Rome.
This ain't from the supermarket.
This the realness, what's popping? I'm just a little weary about anything that contains maraschino cherries, that's all.
Here he goes with the maraschino story.
Yeah, I read in a reliable periodical, mind you that said it takes about seven years for maraschino cherries to digest.
That's almost as long as chewing gum.
- What are you saying about chewing gum? - I'm saying you don't wanna swallow that.
That will sit and nest in your stomach for years to come.
Now, call me a commitment-phobic, but I don't wanna be attached to anything or anyone for that long of period of time.
Hence, I don't swallow my gum and I politely decline the offer of any food items that may contain maraschino cherries.
I'm not trying to be rude, man.
I'm just trying to be me.
You know how you get him to shut up? Just take away his food.
Thank you.
Look, let's get down to business.
- Y'all wanna wet up some pigs, right? - We ain't here for ice cream, Cyrus.
Just give us the dets.
Let's see what I've got for y'all.
Ahem, you mind if we make a request? What do I look like, a bar mitzvah DJ? Why are you talking about requests? Oh, if we're gonna kill somebody, we'd like to pick out who we're gonna kill.
I mean, it's just a little thing that we got between us.
If we were gonna kill one of these pigs I would say it would have to be this one.
Right? Now, that's a hottie I wouldn't mind putting pops into.
Hmm, with all due respect, this thing-thing right here this beyotch is off the block.
- Come again? - Yeah, the contract got put out early.
Haitians picked it up this morning.
This little princess should be taking a permanent dirt nap right about now.
Excuse me.
Hello? Who this? Deaq, it's me.
- Deaq, I'm under fire, I need backup.
- We can handle that.
- We gotta jet? - We gotta jet.
What's up? Wait.
You call a sit-down, then y'all leave before we discuss the particulars? - What's going on? - Uh, we have a little bit of Female problem? - Female problems.
All right, well, we'll be in touch.
Is now a good time to ask for a raise? Let's talk.
Cyrus One.
Okay.
Let's talk.
Cyrus One is paying you to take me out.
You don't feel like talking? Well, allow me, because I got a lot on my mind.
You see, you and your Baby Doc posse broke the cardinal rule of killing a cop: Make sure you finish the job.
That's the difference between mold like you and the people I work with.
We see things through.
Now, I get you don't wanna talk.
But what's more important, protecting Cyrus One? Or avoiding a trip to the chair? Suck me.
- Officer, release this man.
- What? You're free to go.
What is she doing? But here's a little farewell gift.
We're gonna tell Cyrus that you ratted him out.
You know his policy on traitors.
- Get him out of here.
- No.
Cyrus will be waiting for you.
- You'll have a lot to discuss.
- No, I don't! Let's go.
- I never go back to Cyrus.
What are you gonna do, shoot your way out of here? - Billie! - Put it down! - Put it down! - Put it down! Make a decision, man.
I never go back to Cyrus.
This department has a sole priority: Taking down Cyrus One's organization.
Yeah, I understand that, I'll return his calls when I have time but we've had 11 members of this department gunned down in two weeks all believed to be hits for hire, contracted by Cyrus One.
That's a full-blown code red.
I don't have time to sip macchiatos with some bow tie from IA.
Captain Parish? Are you totally incapable of not eavesdropping on my conversation? First of all, I wasn't eavesdropping.
I overheard it.
And second of all, if you don't want us to overhear, I got two words for you: Build walls.
Cute.
The only wall we're building is around Cyrus.
His criminal enterprise spans four countries and includes every type of high-rent contraband on the books.
And now, as payback for the L.
A.
P.
D.
's interference on his operation he's on the offense offering every out-of-town thug upwards of a hundred grand for every member of the department they can bag and tag.
If Cyrus' operation is so big, why doesn't he use his own muscle to take out cops? Well, if our intel is correct Cyrus goes through thugs like you guys go through jimmy hats.
He's always looking for new blood with no ties to Southern California.
Good, so we come to him as newcomers on the scene asking to get our hands into a little bit of his action.
- Bingo.
- How about Wisconsin? Excuse me? Well, if we're gonna play like we're from out of town, I say Wisconsin.
I mean, New York, Chicago, Miami, that's obvious, right? Wisconsin, that's specific.
I mean, that's where it's at.
Nobody's from Wisconsin.
We're from New York, the Big Apple.
That's where we're from.
Whatever, okay? Excuse me for trying to think outside the box.
Oh, cry me a river.
- He's so tender.
Yeah, baby, gaffle that ho, and no messing around.
Hit her with a little bit of that Akright.
What up, Cyrus? - It's all good, fellas.
- We come in peace.
How you know my name? We're students of the craft, we heard you wrote the book.
Deaqon Hayes, Van Strummer, we're big fans of your work, man.
You see what's going on over here? Now, pretend you were me.
On one side, you got a brawl you put your money on.
And on the other side we got two salamis that's coming up here trying to play a little get to know me.
Now, pretend you were me.
What would keep you from having your boys throwing these two salamis out on they fine-linen asses? You know what? I like this guy.
Ha, ha.
Let me try.
Now, these are the keys right here to my $ 140,000 BMW Z8.
It's parked right outside.
Rebalanced and blueprinted to kick out an extra 85 horses.
Now, there's many more where that came from all registered out of state, clean from my hometown the unbreakable NYC.
Now, if you were me, and on one side there was that flossy whip which you own and on the other side there was a guy like yourself that I wanted to get in business with what would stop you from giving that man access to that Z8 and many other whips like it? Very little, I suppose.
Well, what business are you for here today? Well, ahem we're thinking, uh, a little L.
A.
P.
D.
Boom biddy bye-bye.
And what makes you think I know about this? The word on the street is good, you know a lot.
You know, killing a cop, that's a very, very heavy load.
Y'all think y'all got the strength for that? Fo sheezie.
He's the wheels, man.
He can get you to your girlfriend's house and back before your wife finished brushing her teeth, you know what I'm saying? - And you.
- He's the beast.
Fists of fury like rocket launchers, ain't no skull he can't crush.
- We're a two-man wrecking crew.
- And we like wrecking cops.
For a fee, of course.
So, what do you say? What I say? Say it's time to put you all to the test, partner.
Got you up against my best driver.
If you can keep up, play follow-the-leader without killing yourself, you'll be the first.
I'm ready to boogie, where's your man? Speak of the devil.
Skylar Kase, this is Van Strummer.
You have got to be kidding me.
I canceled my Brazilian wax to school this jar of pomade? Slick over here think he can give you a run, baby girl.
- Oh, yeah? - I'll tell you what.
I can't keep up with you, I'll get a Brazilian wax.
Kinky.
Me likes.
Let the record reflect, we never shook on the Brazilian wax.
Shut up and drive.
I killed a rock, I murdered a stick I'm so bad, I made medicine sick Let me feel it from y'all, yo.
From the heart, Deaqon, bomaye.
Deaqon, bomaye.
- Yeah, yeah, you ready? - Bring the pain, man.
All right, he ain't nothing but a thing, I can handle that.
Check yourself, fool.
You ain't boxing that little bitch.
Hey, yo, God.
God? Godalmighty.
Exactly.
- Hello.
Lieutenant Chambers.
What the hell are you doing here? I'm Roland Hill, chief investigator for Internal Affairs.
My office has been trying to set up a meeting - So you break into my office? - Well, if you'd return a phone call.
- I don't have time for this.
- Pardon me, but what are those? They're pornos.
We grabbed them in our last bust.
What do you plan on doing with them? I'm sure you've heard our motto: What we seize, we keep, what we keep, we use.
See, this is the perfect encapsulation of why I'm here.
This, uh, "Candy Store" operation, as you call it has recently fallen under my jurisdiction.
- What happened to Matt Tauber? - He's been reassigned to Pomona.
And as I told your Captain Parish, unlike my predecessor I'm a little more than uncomfortable with this division's shenanigans.
- Did you just hit me with "shenanigans"? - Shenanigans.
Yes, "shenanigans," as in behavior unfitting and unbecoming to the execution of police work.
Oh.
Well, see, I don't know what you've heard but nobody around here partakes in shenanigans.
Maybe we need to get on the same page as to what it is you do.
Because from where I'm standing, it looks like a lieutenant that encourages lying, cheating and stealing.
Am I missing something? Yeah, our success rate.
That's because my guys are able to roll in off the street and step to the biggest hitters in town.
You can't do that with white socks and a Toyota Camry.
You do it with things like Bentleys, legit criminal records and doing whatever it takes to maintain street credibility.
Okay, okay, this ain't no boxing match no more.
Let's get real.
Right now, we are this department's last hope to bring down an organized, systemized cop killer.
The last thing we need is interference from some jack-off hall monitor who's looking for the fastest, cleanest way to further his career.
Spare me the righteous indignation.
You've maneuvered yourself into a very desirable situation here, Billie.
A very desirable situation.
And don't think that the 7000 square feet of office space with a pretty paint job hasn't garnered you the animosity of everyone else on the force, because it has.
And I'm here to tell you that from now on, you and your guys are being watched.
I want a little less freeballing and a lot more accountability.
And if you step out of line, you step to me.
You thought you had me there, didn't you? Oh, I still may have you.
Remember we're still getting to know each other.
Whoa.
Now, what you gotta say? What do I gotta say? Welcome to the tribe, soldier.
There must have been another way.
There wasn't any other way.
So the only way you could get in with Cyrus was by bare-knuckle boxing and street racing.
That's our story and we're sticking to it.
- There must have been another way.
- There wasn't.
He's giving you the real, Billie.
Cyrus wanted us to put on a show and that's what we did.
That plus access to some of our rides earned us the invite to his crib.
- Fine.
- Wait.
I say something and you don't believe me, but Deaq chimes Okay, you know what? Go suck on a pacifier, please.
Guys, there's just We have to find a way to tone it down.
- How are we supposed to do that? - I don't know, but I'm sure there's a way.
You know, spend a little less cash, break a few less laws.
Look, that's not what we signed up for, Billie.
You said it, if we wanna be out on the streets and we gotta catch those criminals, we gotta act like criminals.
How we supposed to do our job if you keep changing rules midstream? Look, I'm not changing the rules.
I'm just reexamining them.
Guys, please, just tone it down, okay? Here's to Billie.
The hottest chick I never wanna have sex with.
- Me either.
- Ha, ha.
But remember, right? We're professionals.
- We gotta tone it down.
- Oh, yeah, tone it down.
- Tone it down.
- Yeah, yeah.
Ha, ha.
I don't get her.
Look, we've been in this game for a while.
- Haven't we earned our cheese? - No doubt.
When's was the last time we haven't been able to protect ourselves in a pinch? Put your hands in the air.
Look, Sky, I know what you're thinking, but you got the wrong idea.
Turn around.
Do it.
Nice and slow.
See, I heard a little something about you two.
Seems you two haven't had enough to drink tonight.
Now, open wide and say hello to Liquid Jesus.
Aw, yeah.
Here we go, your turn.
Ah.
Oh! Ha-ha-ha.
Whoo! Thank you for that.
I haven't had alcohol poisoning since spring break '94.
- I'm really looking forward to it.
Ha, ha.
- Westside? What up? Yeah, bet you don't do this damn dizzle like this back home.
You know New York holds it down, player.
What you talking about, man? The only difference is, the ladies start out with more clothes on but please believe it, they'd be just as naked.
Now, that's the beauty of the booties.
I'll hit you up.
- Okay, that was a little close.
- That was very close.
Look here, I want you to take care of these two, all right? I did the check on them they've been arrested more times than J.
Lo's been engaged but they've always found a way to avoid time.
What you think they talking about? They're gonna be real valuable assets.
All right.
Keep your eyes open.
You know something? Cyrus likes you guys.
Which is a good thing, much better than the alternative.
- Makes staying alive a whole lot easier.
- Well, we wanna make his life easier too.
You up for a contract? See, the funny thing about getting paid to kill cops it's like getting paid to eat banana splits.
I mean, it is so yummy, I half feel guilty taking the money.
- You know, I like that about you.
- Oh, you do? Oh, I do.
You see, nothing is sexier than a man who loves what he does.
- Especially when his job is so honorable.
- Well, how do you figure? Look around, guys.
This place is heaven on earth.
That's what life is all about, isn't it? Primal pleasures, baby.
Screwing, dosing, battling all God's gift to man to give him a heightened sense of being.
Living life to the fullest, richest, deepest.
And then there are the cops.
You see, they're on a mission to destroy the lifestyle.
They wanna bring heaven down to earth.
So that's what our mission is: Protect the lifestyle.
Here's to the lifestyle, baby.
Why do you think it is when a man sees two chicks fighting it always conjures up a whole lesbian fantasy? But when you watch two dudes fight you never think about them being gay together.
I don't know.
Can I talk to you for a second? - We'll be right back.
- Hmm, where you going? We're gonna go find a way to get you back to that Liquid Jesus thing.
All right.
What's going on, man? Cyrus' boys, Big Burke and K-9, they got a uni, okay? Looked like he was in bad shape.
If we go in there and break this up, we're gonna have to shoot our way out of here.
They are going to kill him, okay? That's what they do, they kill cops.
You want that happening on our watch? No, man, let's take one for the team.
Yo, man, it's occupied.
Come on.
One more time.
Yeah, throw down here.
Come on.
Do it.
Roll up, man, roll up.
Come on.
Yeah.
All right.
- Come on, man.
Yeah.
Again, again.
You want some more? Come on, man.
Come on, now.
Come on, man.
- My bad, fellas, my bad.
- We thought you were somebody else.
Dude.
I got next game.
Get out.
Get back at it.
Come on, come on, come on, go.
No, no, no.
Are you sure? I don't know, man, maybe I was just seeing things.
Put it down, man, put it down.
- You put your - Put your gun down.
- Put the gun down, man.
What the hell is going on here? Why don't you tell us? We came here looking for you and Early Man here pulls his gun out as soon as we open the door.
- We don't get down like that.
- I don't like the looks of them.
What are you, Joan Rivers? What do you know about the looks of people? These are two of my new associates.
All you do is stand there and be ugly.
That's all I pay you for.
Y'all fools wanna see something? - Yeah, what you got going on in there? - This is where the real party at.
Yeah, we did that little piggy real nice.
Yeah.
Killer K-9 plucked out his eyes.
Big Burke hit him with a buckshot to the head.
Skull exploded like a cantaloupe.
It was a beautiful thing.
It was beautiful.
So where is he? Off the property, for sure.
I had some of the soldiers take the body for a little swim.
Y'all looking all down.
- Sorry y'all missed it.
- Yeah, me too, man.
He was all like, "Please, my kids, my kids, think about my kids.
" Like a little trick.
- "Ah, my kids," yeah.
- Mm-hm.
You know what? Send that to the family.
Attach a note to the kids saying, "Your daddy thought you sucked.
" Right, right, right.
And get me another rug, pig got this blood all over my house.
I should have moved quicker.
It's the job, man.
Don't make excuses for me, okay? I saw them dragging him across the room.
At least What? What was you gonna do? Huh? Pull out your piece in front of a hundred of Cyrus' boys? - Yeah, that would've been smart.
- I hesitated.
I should've never hesitated.
You didn't hesitate, okay? You were thinking, and that's what good cops do.
Because otherwise, there would have been three dead cops instead of one.
Look, man, I'm not saying that this ain't horrible it's horrible beyond words, okay? But the sad reality is we're gonna lose people on our watch, man, and you know it.
Yeah.
Maybe I know it all too well.
Where you taking this, man? What you doing? Your brother.
A day hasn't gone by that I haven't wondered what would have happened if I acted differently the day he died.
Don't do this.
Guns were drawn, and he told me to run and I ran.
The next thing you know, he's I'm not gonna say it again, all right.
It's the job, man.
Andre knew it, that patrolman knew it.
When are you gonna learn, huh? I should have moved quicker.
The morgue hasn't had any John Does in the last 12 hours.
You know, I can't believe you guys were 12 feet away while a cop, one of our own, was being slaughtered by Cyrus.
Hold up.
We do not know that it was Cyrus, okay? The only thing we know is that Cyrus' boys dragged in a patrolman.
The only thing we know is Cyrus' boys finished the job.
- We got nothing on Cyrus.
This is such a disaster.
We are gonna have so many player haters happy to know that an officer died on our watch.
- Trust me, we followed procedure.
- I know that.
I just I don't think it's gonna be good enough.
I have to ask you guys something.
Were you drinking? Look, I'm asking you because they're gonna ask me.
We have to be clear on our story.
Who? Who's gonna ask? What, you think we operate inside a vacuum? Well, I would've said bubble, but that's just me.
You know, Van, I hate to shatter your illusions but it takes a lot of heavy lifting to keep this operation afloat.
What's the problem, Billie, Parish busting your balls right now? No, Deaq, you know what, it goes deeper than Parish.
Whew, that's pretty deep.
Look, I don't wanna blow this out of proportion, okay? And, Van, you are strictly forbidden to become melodramatic about this, all right? But Internal Affairs has earmarked us for oversight.
How long have you known? It's been in the air for a while, I just, um Just got read the riot act yesterday.
So when were you gonna tell us? When it was necessary, Deaq.
That's part of my job, to protect you from these things.
You ain't protecting us, all right? You just told us "change our game," and didn't tell us why.
What's up with that? You know what, Deaq? You don't need to know why.
When I tell you to do something, you do it.
You don't ask questions every step of the way.
So, what I need to know are the names of the two frags that killed the officer.
- You're not gonna pop these guys for murder.
- Why? - They'll know who sent you in.
- Okay, it won't matter.
Because forensics makes the case and those guys are gonna be in jail.
And what if they don't? Then Cyrus keeps on going with a new strategy: - Find the rats and kill them.
I understand that, Van but I can't allow two cop killers to walk the streets, all right? I need to find something.
Hold them down until the patrolman's body surfaces.
And if I could just find one molecule of his DNA on them, that would make the case.
And if we move fast enough Cyrus will be out of the picture by then, all right? So please, the names.
I'm trying to get this straight.
You God you let homeboy come up with his punk ass and straight-chain check you with an uppercut? I mean, what, you god of the bitches or something? Don't be Damn.
You know you ain't God anymore, right? K-9, Big Burke.
Hey, boys, put your hands up where I can see them.
Thank you, turn around.
All right, baby, we didn't order no lap dance.
That's funny, you can go.
I'm just here on a friendly visit, courtesy of your parole officer.
Now, what is this? Gentlemen, come on, now, I'm shocked.
Carrying a firearm is direct violation of your parole.
What would your rabbis think? Bag them.
Have a nice day.
Shoot.
Hmm.
Looks like we've got another lieutenant to add to the list, huh? The Haitians could have a lot of fun with her.
A ball.
Let's review because what you're telling me is your boys were at a gathering hosted by a known felon at which a uniformed police officer was executed but you chose not to report it.
Instead, you made an arrest on trumped-up charges and in retaliation, Cyrus One commissions three assassins to take you out.
Your team kills two of the assassins.
The third assassin kills himself.
Am I leaving anything out? The part where you kiss my ass.
- How about where I shut you down.
- I don't think you have the balls.
I don't need the balls, I have the letterhead.
You don't know me, we haven't spent a lot of quality time together but here's a fact you might wanna sink your teeth into about me.
Few things scare me.
The evening news, horror movies, snakes, spiders, they don't keep me up at night but you know what? This place does.
See, that's the difference between us.
I'm more afraid of cop killers than cops.
As long as the cops don't start acting like the criminals.
Are we forgetting about your former heroin addiction? How did you know about that? There's very little I don't know about you.
What have you gotten yourself into here, Billie? Can you be sure in your heart of hearts that this operation isn't turning into a breeding ground for rogue officers that pride themselves in disregard for procedure? I mean, look at these two.
If you're gonna start bringing them into this, you'd better be sure Officer Ray, eight months ago, his partner was killed in a bust in which he was caught brazenly stealing out of evidence control.
And how was he rewarded? By being promoted to this division.
Officer Ray has a stellar record.
Don't get me started on Detective Hayes because the only record of him in L.
A.
Is his rap sheet.
Eight years of banging with the Bloods.
You wanna come at me? That's one thing, but start questioning their integrity? - You really know how to pick them, Billie.
- That is Lieutenant Chambers.
- She's got that look.
- Knee to the basement or jab to the face? - Fifty dollars, jab to the face.
- All right, you're on.
I have a great idea, hold your next recruitment seminar in County Pen.
- Couldn't do any worse than those two.
- Unh.
He deserved that.
Thank you for that.
It's just what I was looking for.
You're a black belt? Ahem, now that we're out of a job, you think I could pay you in installments? I'm gonna need my money.
Billie, I'm moved that you would hit a superior, I mean, for us.
Ha, ha.
Yeah, look, I know, it was stupid.
As soon as Hill's back to the office and files the paperwork we're gonna be off the Cyrus One case.
We need to act fast.
Bring the endgame.
You realize it's just the three of us now.
There ain't no calling SWAT for backup on the bust.
- That will just tip off the brass.
- I'm backup.
You guys find out where Cyrus is right now, this second.
Then we're gonna wire you up and put you in there and push Cyrus' hand in giving you a contract.
As soon as it's on tape, I'm gonna go in and take him down.
- Look, Billie, I - Van, just find out where Cyrus is.
Where have you been? The curtain's falling, Van.
The Haitians are dead, the L.
A.
P.
D.
Is hungry.
Tell me where you are, I'll meet you.
I'm taking Cyrus to the gym.
He called a meeting.
- Okay, I'm there.
- Hey.
Yeah.
Be careful.
Cops are looking for blood.
- Billie.
Mm-hm? Do you realize we're about to go in there wired up, putting ourselves out there as the last line of defense for a department that would just as soon shut us down? And your point? Uh, it's just Do you ever think maybe it's not worth the risk? Not for a damn second.
It's time to ride, partner.
Hey, listen, partner.
If we get made in there, and, you know, I don't make it out - Look, man, don't even talk like that.
- Just in case.
- There's something you should know.
- Look, man, you don't have to do this, Van.
- Belinda Carlisle.
- What? She's my "it" girl.
Always has been, always will be.
Top of the pecking order of the Van Ray Spank Bank.
Listen to me.
After I'm gone, anyone would ask just let them know what I was about.
- I got it, V.
Y'all good to meet here.
- Ready to get naughty.
Mm-mm.
Ain't no more contracts.
See, right now, I've got to reassess the game.
I'm on my way down to the Bahamas, you know I'm gonna lay way under radar.
Because let me tell you, my neezy, the polizak is real hizot.
- So you're pulling out of the deal.
- I ain't pulling out of Nathan.
For one, I ain't shake on jack.
Okay, no, you don't.
Come on, guys, pull him back in.
That's what you need, man, a handshake? Ha, ha.
I know one thing, a lot's gonna be shaking around here, you try to play us southsiders.
I don't think you know who you're dealing with.
Oh.
That's funny, boys, you know what I mean, because one second there it really sounded like you was threatening me.
What happened to word is bond? Word to the streets, man.
That's right.
Come on, Deaq.
Why do you care if the block is hot? Let's just blaze one up for the nation, yo.
You give us the name, we make it happen, proper.
Boom.
Done.
Why? - Why? - Why? I said, why? See, check this out.
Y'all are two slick cats is coming way from New York City trying to put a 187 on one-time on the Westside? I mean, it can't be for the skriller, so why? Look, man, all we wanna do is establish a little business rapport with our L.
A.
Brethren, what's wrong with that? Maybe because it's y'all L.
A.
P.
D.
Y'all one-time? Hold on, guys.
See, look, let me tell you something.
My players know.
When Cyrus One call the play, they roll with it.
They hit the hole, hear me? But y'all two, mm, something greasy.
Y'all keep pushing me, and pushing me to say something I ain't really down with right now.
Yo, check these fools for wires.
Turn around.
Right now.
- They're juiced.
- Give them toe tags.
You playing me? You playing me? For the record? Apollonia from Purple Rain.
- She's my "it" girl.
- I'll spread the word.
Take that, take that.
Let's go! Let's go! Hold it right there! Put your gun down.
Put your gun down now! God.
I know you.
You're the cop that wouldn't die.
L.
A.
P.
D.
, put your gun down! Ow! Get me Captain Parish.
Now.
Well, the paperwork's being processed.
Parish is sure that it'll be marked a clean shoot.
So they're moving in on Cyrus' operation? There was a few fringe players that slipped through the net but it's safe to say that our boys in blue, they're out of danger.
- Hear that? What? - Think I heard something there.
- What is that? What? Are you kidding me? Whoa! Van, Van.
What the hell? What's going on? You know what, Hill? There's a new invention, it's called the doorbell.
Miss Chambers, you're under arrest for the murder of Cyrus One.
- What? - What the hell? Hey.
- Get your hands off her.
- Get your hands off of her, man.
You know what, guys? Don't.
Let's lock this place down.
Don't you think an armored truck and a full complement of SWAT was a little extravagant to bring in a fellow cop? Not when that cop committed a first-degree homicide.
It was a clean shoot.
You wanna know how it went down? You call Parish, I file my reports with him.
- I'm not interested in triplicate.
Track down the witness.
Her name is Skylar Kase.
She's Cyrus' driver.
And you're under the impression that she will vindicate you? She saw the whole thing.
That's right, I did see the whole thing.
And it was one the most cold-blooded murders I've witnessed in my entire career.
What? What the hell are you talking about? Lieutenant Chambers, meet Special Agent Kase.
FBI.