- You let a little kid steal your knight?
- Before I even knew what was happening.
- Kid showed no mercy. - None, none whatsoever.
I was toast. - Yeah.
So this is where you tell me it's not my fault
when Quince names my brother in his statement?
- No.
This is where I tell you that I took care of it.
- What's this?
- It's an agreement for Wallace to act
as my confidential informant.
Effective as of his release.
Anything that he's done, he did because I told him to.
All inadmissible. Quince can't touch him.
- Thank you, Woz.
- Hey, next time you're parked outside for a bust,
turn off your engine.
If Quince was on his game, he would've made you.
- Yes, sir.
- Least, that's how a cop would've done it.
- I got all the stuff in the trunk.
I tarped the inside as best I could.
- Yeah, let's go outside. I wanna talk to you about that.
[doorbell rings]
Hey, Nate!
What are you doing ringing the bell for?
- I didn't realize you'd have company.
- Oh, we have the interview today.
Come on in, come on in. - Can we just talk outside?
- No, no, no, come on. Come on, we'll do it now.
Sit down. I'll get you a drink.
Boy, it's been a while since you've been here with everybody.
- Where's Mom?
- She's out to dinner with her friends,
avoiding the riffraff.
Here. Cheers.
Have a seat.
I know this is your area of expertise,
but isn't it, like, you ask me a question and...
- Are you gay?
- The hell kind of icebreaker is that?
- Mom told me there was someone else.
And I saw the photo of you and Donnie on the boat.
- So that's where your head goes?
- I spent my whole life trying to figure out
what the hell I was doing wrong,
why Annie was your perfect angel,
even though she was a drug addict.
- She was ill. She had problems.
- Yeah, she had a thousand problems, Dad.
She lied to you, she stole from you, she broke your heart.
I was the one who tried.
I could've been a closer for the Yankees
and it wouldn't matter.
- No, it would've. - No, it wouldn't.
Because every time you look at me,
you see something you hate about yourself.
- You're my son. And I love you.
- Yeah, then tell me the truth. - You're my son.
And I love you.
But if you ever bring this up again,
it'll be the last conversation you and I ever have.
- Yeah, is that a punishment or a reward?
[gunshot]
[indistinct shouting]
[bullets whizzing]
- Get down! - Woz, Woz, get down!
- Get down!
[gunshots]
- Woz, get down! - [choking and sputtering]
- Woz, what are you doing?
- No, no!
- Woz!
[glass shattering]
No!
[gunfire]
[glass shatters]
- Harlee, stay there!
- Woz! - No!
- Get down!
- We gotta get him to the hospital.
- I'll call it in. - No, now! Give me your gun!
- Woz, no, you can't!
- Just get him there! Do you understand?
Yeah?
Keep your head down. Okay, go.
- Ahh!
[indistinct shouting]
- Tufo!
Give me the 12 gauge from the pantry!
[gunfire, glass shattering]
- Harlee, get down!
- [groaning]
- This is Detective Santos of the six-four.
I have shots fired. I repeat: heavy fire.
Requesting immediate backup and paramedics.
[glass shattering]
Officer down.
I repeat: officer down.
- Give me that, Tufo!
[gunfire]
[tense music]
- Are they to the car yet?
[gunfire]
- Almost.
They're in. They're in!
- Lieutenant, what are you doing?
- Making sure they're getting out.
- Sir, don't do it!
[tires squealing]
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