12 Rounds

- Give me audio on that, please. -

Right turn on Royal.

Can you zoom in? All right. Now pan right.

Yes, that's affirmative. Male, late 30s.

Group of six males, Quadrant 9. Give me the middle one.

N.G. Not a match.

Agent 4-86, squawk and ident. Need your position.

Camera's on Decatur, now online.

I'm heading north on Clinton.

Let's get a sweep moving southeast on Toulouse.

Strike that. On Conti— 800 block.

I'm going to change position.

Two out of five, no good. That's no good.

Come back around on Exchange and head north.

I'm moving onto Burgundy Street now.

It's got some dropouts on the feed there.

Possible target heading northeast on Bourbon.

Fifty yards from St. Louis.

Southwest corner. Target is wearing a red shirt and shoulder bag.

I see the target. I'm too far out for a facial lock.

I've got him. Red shirt.

No good. Face is turned.

Static camera missed him too.

Gator's got eyes on him. I'm heading back around the perimeter.

Gator, he's a 1 20 yards ahead to the left.

I'm right behind him.

Looks real close.

Can't get a clear shot.

He's coming up on your left. Suspect in red continuing on Conti Street.

Rabbit got him. Full face.

Give me a sec.

Beginning scan.

Negative. It's not a match.

Okay, Bulldog, take the northwest quad.

Gator, hold firm, cover that east bank.

Samuel's in position?

We're just waiting on Miles, sir.

Need a whole new sweep of the area starting in Quad 1 .

Let's get all bank "A" cameras online.

Danny? You're not feeding the dog, are you?

No. I'm looking for my badge.

They give you two things when you're a cop— a gun and a badge.

I have one. I can't find my badge.

- It's on the thingy. - The thing, the thing?

I was just over by the thing. It's not there.

Shortie, remember our plan. You're gonna stay strong, I'm gonna give you food.

Just don't tell Mom I gave you that, all right?

Daniel Fisher. Hmm?

I'm tryin' to build the world's most dominant pug.

He's going through a bulking phase. Look at him.

Come here, Shortie. Come on. Daddy's bad.

Come here. I'll show you the thingy.

The thing. "It's by the thing."

I was just by the thing. It's not there.

- I was just— - The thingy.

- This is the thing. - Yeah.

- I didn't know you meant that thing. - Course not.

It's here. You know, I still got, like, 1 0 minutes.

Yeah? It only takes you two, honey. Come on.

- I think it's a strong two. -

Go to work. Be safe, okay?

Okay. Go.

Love you, Shortie.

Hey, Hank! Hey, Molly!

Come on.

Aw, shit. I am definitely not smarter than a fifth grader.

[ Female Dispatcher, Indistinct ]

Do you need backup?

Hey, man. What's going on?

So you, uh— you gotta get permission from the old lady and the dog now to come to work?

-Just the dog. -

Hey, homework.

F.B.I.'s tracking this guy through the Quarter. They need some hand-holding.

Coming out ofthe hotel.

Target matches four out of five points.

Gator's on Royal, 200 block.

All available agents, scramble. We need a clear lock. Get audio in place.

He's moving towards Bourbon. I'm 50 yards back.

Come on, people. I can't afford to lose this guy again.

I'm in position, target heading towards me.

Clear shot.

Hold position.

Sir, the locals need— Shut up!

Show me that Irish bastard.

Confirmed. All teams, we have a positive I.D. on Miles Jackson.

You want to see the face ofthe devil? There it is.

Brought down Trans Atlantic Flight 2 1 2. Bombed the American Embassy in Frankfurt.

The man decapitated his own brother for blowing a deal in Tangiers.

It's game day, people. Let's go.

Got him.

- He's got his cell phone out now. - Sir, he's making the call.

Hey, open up Samuel's feed.

It's an incoming call, sir. Still encrypted.

Fifteen minutes. The abandoned wharf on Permission Way.

Miles is bringing the weapons, and we're making the exchange.

I got three tapped cameras, including the harbor crane.

I need Team 1 to get me set up inside. Samuel, remember our deal.

You ever want to see your brother again, you do as I say when I say it.

We get Miles, we get the weapons, you and Joshua get your freedom.

Clear? Claro.

Now we dance.

- No! Hey, hey. No, no, no, no, no. - Hang on. He stopped.

Let's see. He takes your bishop knight to c4,

pawn to a7, rook to block.

He takes your queen. It's all over but the crying.

Try, uh, pawn to a6. It's better.

He's heading east.

He's hailing a cab.

Mobile Unit 6 has video on him, hundred yards back.

Send N.O.P.D. the new pics on Miles.

Have them establish a 1 0-block perimeter around the wharf.

Sir, should you call the director? No.

This is the first time Miles has been out in the open in two years.

The director has no idea you're about to cut a deal. There is no deal.

We use Samuel and Joshua to get to Miles. We bring 'em all down.

Nobody's going anywhere, Ray. This time, he's not getting away from me.

Just give me the scoop, man. So, you gonna pop the question, or what?

I'm just saying, you know, you move in with the lady, the ring usually comes next.

Bro, it's been two weeks.

- And? - Yeah, you've lived with, like, 1 4 different girls.

Why, yes, I did. But I'm sexier than you.

I mean, if a freakishly large man such as yourself...

is gonna keep a fine woman like Molly, you're gonna have to put her in cuffs.

two minutes. Cameras are up inside the wharf.

Punctual, Sam. I like that.

We got audio now. Reading five by five. Okay, we're in first position.

All teams, on my mark.

We get Miles to lead us to the location ofthe guns, we proceed with extract.

Okay, so... this is how this rodeo is gonna work.

You give me the briefcase,

I give you the P.D.A. with the coordinates to the weapons.

It's all very simple. No.

I can't do this.

Don't you do this, you son of a bitch.

You can't do what?

I set you up.

The F.B.I. knows you're here. They're watching us right now.

They— They know you're here.

And now I'm never gonna see my brother again.

Half an hour, Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.

You bring me my brother, I'll bring you Miles.

That is, of course, if he makes it that long.

- Holy shit. - Hey, let's move.

Get me an outside feed. Give me the outside feeds! You got it.

- Sir, we need to stop 'em before they get to the bridge. - Get me a 20 on Joshua.

Samuel is gonna try to get his brother. You want to make a deal?

Ray, pick up the phone!

The F.B.I. told us exactly where they were positioned. Go around.

Okay.

You all right?

It's gonna bruise like a bitch.

You're lucky I didn't aim any lower.

Man, it's just like those pansy-ass feds.

I mean, they call us, we jump right away.

We call them, city's under seven feet ofwater— Hey, five days. Take it easy.

Those guys skin my ass, Danny, they really do.

Look at this guy— arms trafficking, espionage, murder.

Hell, he even sold two dirty bombs in Paris last year.

Interpol says he's got two more on the market.

Like the city needs more to deal with?

I mean, really, why can't they take that crap someplace else— Kansas, Iowa?

- Helsinki. -

All units, we're at black. F.B.I. requests assistance.

Sending target information.

Eight male suspects, three vehicles heading to Lake Pontchartrain Causeway.

- Sounds like the feds dropped the ball again. - Surprised?

Someone broke into the safe house. They tookJoshua and killed our agents.

He did it again. How do you want to proceed with the convoy?

Well, take 'em!

Take 'em.

I threw in an extra five percent, for treating my brother and I so well.

Was it any trouble getting him out? For me?

Nah. For the two guards I had to kill, maybe.

And he's waiting at the airfield? Yeah, he's there right now.

Why don't you give him a call?

You know what the funny thing is, Sam?

If I hadn't have found out the F.B.I. was holding your brother...

as a bargaining chip to catch me,

you'd have gone along with this whole double-cross without so much as a consideration.

And I'd be out of my hard-earned cash.

The F.B.I. would probably have me in custody,

and you and your douche bag brother...

would be holding hands somewhere in the south of France.

Yeah? Hello.

I'm sorry. Joshua can't come to the phone right now, but thanks for the ride.

Oldest trick in the book, Sam.

Turn their heads with one hand,

quietly slip out the back with the other.

Later.

Right on time, baby. Aren't I always?

Mmm!

Show me.

We can finally afford that pony that you've always wanted.

I'll drive.

Whoo! Right.

F.B.I. update. Suspects in custody, but Miles Jackson is still at large.

Looking for gray van, Louisiana plates: Alpha-Golf-November-803.

Stand by. Unit 1 4 en route for Lower Nine.

- Whoa! -

Uh, my bad.