Hey, man, you got five bucks?
- Shit.
- Damn right.
- What the hell happened, Looger?
- I had him in my truck, and he jumped out.
I wrecked, and by the time I came to, he was gone.
- He jumped out of a moving truck?
- Someone was chasing us. Okay, I don't know who,
but he is up-to-his-eyelids deep in it.
They beat him up pretty bad.
- Oh, my God. - He's dealing with dangerous people,
which is why I called.
It'll be safest here.
- I can't believe this is happening.
- I'm telling you, you got to let me go,
or things are gonna jump off in here
in ways you can't understand.
- Oh, I understand real good.
I understand only two kinds of white folk
come into my projects-- cops...
and dealers.
You ain't no cop.
- I'm not a dealer, either.
- Really? 'Cause you got all them pockets,
but you only had two things on you.
This.
And, uh...
this.
And you only have one app on that phone.
And when I opened it...
well, you have much money going into your account--
I'm talking buckets of duckets.
Hey, yo, KG, how much you add up, baby?
- Over $15 million.
- Goddamn!
Now, look...
I don't know much,
but I know you a payday.
- You see that phone?
It says 4:44.
In two minutes, it's gonna chime,
and if I don't get out of here,
all hell's gonna break loose.
One of 'em's already here.
- Yo, Casper be trippin', man.
- One of who? Who you know got that kind of green?
'Cause my connection didn't tell me
they were sending nobody up to come see me,
so you got to be working for them other boys
trying to hustle their fake-ass product into Motown.
Now, if them boys want their man back...
they gonna have to pay.
- Fake-ass product? What the hell are you talking about?
What, my pain pills?
- Bitch, these ain't shit.
I popped 'em, snorted 'em--
ain't nothin' but aspirin.
- What? No, th-they're real.
- Real-ass bullshit.
- Listen to me, all right?
In less than a minute,
there is gonna be some coldhearted killers
coming down here in force.
You get between me and them,
they'll take you out, too. - Hear me, son.
I'm getting that money.
Now, you can either help me get it easy,
or you can help me get it after you feel some true pain.
- All right, have it your way.
You don't want to let me go?
There's a British guy with an ice pick,
a redneck with a knife, and an Asian chick
that'll just straight kick the shit out of you.
They'll make sure you're feeling as much true pain as anyone.
- Hey, yo, fuck my boy up for a little bit, man.
- You're making a huge mistake.
- Deal with it, man!
I warned you.
- Oh, shit!
- Mind moving over?
- Shit!
Shit!
- Cool.
- You're not allowed to use guns.
- To kill you.
Besides, I prefer this kind of heat.
50,000 volts, 200 amps.
It'll hurt like hell,
but then you'll be dead.
This is my fifth hunt.
First time I've won.
- Detroit PD. Back inside.
Run, Mr. Tynes.
- LBJ's dead.
- Nothing gets by you.
- I know it's
the projects, Connell,
but there were a hundred rounds fired,
and the authorities will eventually show!
- My job is one of efficient precision.
If I rush, I fail.
- I'm not telling you to rush.
I'm telling you to hurry the hell up!
Why is he going to the hospital?
Hey.
Uh, I was given this prescription for headaches
from Dr. Singhal and Dr. Levy, but I don't think they're
what they're supposed to be. Could-could you check for me?
- Metaxalone.
You want pain meds? Cruise the park.
- No, no, no. I just want to know about the pills.
- Come on, it's meloxicam.
An anti-inflammatory.
I give out a hundred a day.
- C-Could you check your files?
It's under Dodge Tynes. Please.
- No Dodge Tynes in our system.
No Dr. Singhal...
or Dr. Levy, either.
- That can't be right.
I-I saw him in D wing two days ago.
- Nice try.
D wing has been under construction for months.
- Hello, Dodge.
- You set me up.
Now I'm hunting you.