The Keeper

[Man]

Let me get this straight.

You're saying you don't have a warrant?

[Man #2]

I'm saying I don't have it signed yet.

[Man #1]

Okay, how do we do this?

The informer's up there with 'em.

And don't worry. She'll do the intro.

[Man #1] They'll be armed for sure,

so don't be a p*ssy.

[Man #2]

F*** you.

Go on now and talk to your friends.

[Knocking]

Lordy, Lordy, Lord. What?

You call that a knock?

Hands up, motherf***er!

Hands up! On the wall!

- [Shouting In Spanish]

- Get those paws on the wall!

We're clear.

Jesus Christ. Look at that.

Must be a couple of million there.

- [Static On Radio]

- Hold on, Roland.

- Kane-361. Shots fired.

- It's four.

It's code four.

Let's just get our thoughts together.

- We need backup.

- There's two million. Okay?

- Ain't nobody comin' to claim this.

- You're jokin', right, man?

The f***in' informant must've skipped out.

She's not gonna tell anybody.

It's just you, me,

and these dead slingers here.

Motherf***er, I thought I knew you.

[Chuckles]

Relax, Roland.

- I'm just f***in' around.

- I thought you was, man.

Jesus, Roland.

This could've been so much easier.

We could've taken the money,

and no one would've cared.

[Sighs]

F*** goin' out on your knees, huh?

Any motherf***er can drop

from a heart attack...

take a pension, and move to Utah.

But not you, Roland.

You just became a hero.

[Grunts]

Come back and get you later.

This is D-63-Henry. I've got an officer down.

I need an ambulance stat.

[Man]

Yes, D-63. What is your present location?

Normandie and 107 th, southwest corner.

Copy that.

Ambulance and backup on its way.

Jesus, I think my partner's dying.

What's the E.T.A. On the ambulance?

I need it here now.

[Sighs]

Hell of a day, huh?

[Officer]

Are you sure you don't need ambulatory?

I'm fine.

I'm just trying to take it in.

I can't believe he's gone.

I mean, we were just talkin' about...

He had a pulse, Trevor.

- They're taking him to Harbor General.

- What?

- [Siren Wailing]

- The medics say it looks bad.

- But he ain't dead yet.

- No.

I saw him take his last breath.

He... He died.

Miracles happen, son.

Let's pray this is one of'em.

Look, I'm gonna have a couple guys

take you back to the station.

I want you to go in there and give your statement,

then take a couple days off.

- [Man] What do we have?

- [Man #2] Two shots to the chest.

B.P.'s dropping. Pulse, thready.

- Is O.R. 3 prepped?

- Yeah, it's all set.

- Team's prepped and ready.

- Watch the line. Watch the line.

Comin'through here!

Pupils nonresponsive.

- B.P. 's still dropping. Systolic... 75.

- [Continuous Beep]

- Charge the paddles. Clear.

- [Electrical Charge]

[Beeping]

Ten mics. Get it started.

Put a pad here.

[Beeping]

[Beeping Continues]

[Elevator Bell Dings]

Oh, Jesus.

It's hard to see him like this.

He's stable for right now.

There is brain activity.

But, unfortunately,

there's no way for us to tell...

when he'll regain consciousness.

He's my uncle. We work together.

- Give me a percentage.

- We can't estimate odds.

What we do know is ifhe doesn't

regain consciousness within the next 48 hours...

we'll have to run tests to determine whether

or not there's been some brain damage.

We'll need a statement if he becomes coherent.

The desk has my number.

Hold the elevator.

Roland. I gotta hand it to you.

You are one tough son of a b*tch.

Sh*t. Damn it.

You see, here's the thing.

Your luck can only take you so far.

[Chuckles] I mean, hell.

You're the one that preached that.

[Elevator Bell Dings]

You'd thank me if you could, Roland.

I mean,

who wants to live like a vegetable anyway?

[Roland]

F*** you!

[Gunshot]

Motherf***er.

You always got to have the last word.

[Gasps]

[Phone Ringing]

[Answering Machine Beeps]

[Roland On Machine]

I'm not available. Leave a message.

- [Beeps]

- [Woman] Hey, pick up. It's Regina.

Listen, I'm running late, but I'll swing by

this afternoon with the therapist.

I hear she's good. We can do this, Roland.

One day at a time, huh?

[Exhales Sharply]

I don't know why I can't

kick this stuff, man. I'm so tired of it.

Roland, you sustained injuries

that would kill most men.

The fact you're walking

is a miracle in itself.

With time,

you'll be able to throw those away.

I hope the time comes soon.

I've seen you do sh*t

that's beyond belief.

Hell, you're the inspiration for every guy

that ever applied for the SWAT team.

Well, you know what?

- I just wanna get back to work.

- You will.

[Knocks]

Hey. You ready for a walk?

Why not? A little bit of fresh air

would do me some good.

That's what I like to hear.

I'm proud of you, Roland.

So are a lot of others.

Texas? Isn't that a little out

of the neighborhood?

Not really. It's a great state, man.

I did some training there

and made some good friends.

- That chief of theirs... What's his name?

- Conner. Stand-up guy.

Good friend.

[Men Grunting]

What is up? How you doin'?

- I'm good. I'm good.

- Damn, girl, you are fine.

- [Clearing Throat]

- Uh, this is my dad, Conner Wells.

I'm tired of this sh*t, man.

[Exhales]

Oh, Lord.

[Yelling, Shouting]

- He's not supposed to be going that hard, Daddy.

- He looks great.

[Man]

That's it!

[Man #2]

Goodjob, Mason.

[Sighs]

####[House]

[Woman]

Mason! Mason!

- Oh, hey, baby.

- Hi.

[Indistinct]

- Hi.

- Come here, sweetheart.

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