Code of Honor

[sirens blaring]

[motorcycles approaching]

Glad you could make it.

Yeah, well, if you have

what you say you have,

boss'll do more business.

First show me the money,

then we can talk business.

Clean, and uncut.

Straight from the source.

This man right here is in charge

of FDA approval.

I usually prefer ecstasy,

but, uh...

I'm an equal opportunity

kind of guy.

[groans]

We're under attack!

Sh*t.

[groans]

[grunts]

[screams]

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunting]

[train whistle blows]

[gasps]

[grunts]

[woman reports in Spanish]

Over a dozen gang members

are dead

in what can only be

described as a massacre.

Early reports indicate

that several of the victims

were wanted in connection

with a variety of other violent

crimes throughout the city.

Now if you take a look

behind me here,

you can see that most of them...

[helicopter whirrs]

[police radio chatter]

[sighs]

Morning, Captain.

With all this media circus,

is it?

What the hell happened here?

- Drug deal gone wrong?

- Very wrong.

They forgot to take the drugs.

Think Vincent Romano

is behind this?

Isn't he behind everything?

So, who are

the victims today?

It's a mess.

Buddy's laying over here

and what's left

of the 1st Streeters,

which, as you know,

up until last night

were the most vicious,

violent gang in the city,

responsible for more rapes

and murders than your average

Third World army.

Over here, we've got the remains

of the Whiteboys,

white supremacist version

of the 1st Streeters,

only these guys got cash and mob

ties to back 'em up.

All the upstanding citizens

of society.

Yeah, most of them were shot.

One of them was blown up.

One got a knife to the throat.

Whatever happened here, somebody

walked away with a lot of money.

Not exactly, sir.

How much is in there?

Enough to say that someone

is very unhappy.

Smoking cigars now, hm.

And I thought he was perfect.

Put your hands on your head

and turn around real slow.

Let me guess,

you're pointing a standard

police-issue nine millimeter

Glock at me?

Holds 15 rounds in the mag,

16 if you count the one

that's not in the chamber.

It's nothing any run-of-the-mill

Kevlar vest wouldn't stop.

The irony is,

your academy training has you

pointing at my torso,

not my head.

[c*cks gun]

Last chance.

Relax, Detective,

I'm on your side.

It is Detective, isn't it?

I'm just assuming the patrol

officer would have some sort of

age requirement.

- Who are you?

- Special Agent William Porter.

I'm also gonna take a gamble

that that Glock isn't gonna

shoot me before

I can show you my ID.

F***!

What are you doing here anyway?

This isn't a federal case.

He's using this rooftop

as a staging ground.

Tell me, which him?

You'd need a small army

to take out these two gangs.

You know, I'm thinking several

guys with machine guns?

A couple of knife men

in the alley,

bomber to take out the Mercedes,

spotter or two on the roof, so

come on, tell me, how many hims?

It's just one.

What happened

to the drugs?

Where's the money, Ex?

I-- I don't know.

[sobs]

I need to see a doctor!

[breathes rapidly, then screams]

You're gonna keep on bleeding

until we understand what

happened here.

Mr. Romano isn't very happy.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Who did this?

[stammers] I didn't see

any faces.

They were everywhere,

they were all around us.

Who would do this to you?

Get rid of him.

[growls angrily]

[screams]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Who would do this to us?

There's no other cartel strong

enough to pull this off.

[woman on TV] Good evening.

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