03x01 - Playing Tight

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NARRATOR: Last season on The Shield.

Hey! Hey!

-Who searched that guy? -I did.

Armadillo's death in the cage.

I got suspended for that. I paid the price. You're f*ring me for it?

It makes it awfully hard to defend this place to the chief when I see crap like this.

Now start acting like adults.

You gave that f*gg*t a blanket party knowing full well you'd like to be lying under the blanket with him.

Fired for cause.

They're gonna have the most PC, useless force in the country, Julien throws a bitchfit and we take the fall for some friendly ribbing?

[YELLING]

You're running for office. I'll leave you as captain until that run is over.

If you win you graduate to city council.

If you lose the primary, you resign.

If you offered me that job, I'd take it.

-So now you want it? -No, but I'd take it.

It's a safe bet that Aceveda will soon be the first elected Hispanic representative on the council...

-I thought he was going to lose. -He was supposed to.

What does that mean?

In six months from now, he's going to be our boss's boss.

You want to rip off the Armenian mob?

VIC: Right into our pockets.

Where are we with the money train?

It's definitely pulling out tonight.

VIC: What about the guy who ran the last site?

Name's Chorekian. He's the advance man.

Follow him. Maybe he'll take us to the new site.

Did he just hit him?

-Oh, no way. -You be my witness for insurance?

Yeah. I guess I could do that. Yeah I'm Armin Chorekian.

Cletus Van Damme.

Jesus Christ.

Oh, this is not good. Where's Vic?

We got to do this now...

-Get down right now! -Get down!

What the hell happened here?

-We got dead bodies? -It wasn't us.

They turned on each other.

VIC: One big hit... in and out, we're set for good.

MAN: Open up! She saw you, assh*le!

Open up! g*dd*mn peeping Tom.

Open up! Put down the bats.

MAN: That prick saw my mom naked!

Peeping into our bedroom window!

WOMAN: He saw me! He saw...! OFFICER: Drop the g*dd*mn bats!

What about him? Hands behind your head.

MAN: He's the criminal!

WOMAN: There he is! There he is!

I want them both locked up.

MAN: Jerking off in the window! WOMAN: Pervert!

How am I gonna get off on big, saggy tits?

OFFICER: Both locked up!

You shouldn't leave her blinds up, huh?

You keep him locked up! Lock them up.

Hey! Could you shut him down?

JULIEN: Step inside, sir. Close the door.

She's nothing to look at. Julien. Hey, Julien.

Am I working alone here?

[SIGHS]

Lock him up!

[WOMAN CRYING]

[RUPERT HOLMES' "ESCAPE" PLAYING ON RADIO]

[SIGHS]

Dinky's having a slow morning.

Well, we're k*lling a morning babysitting a third-string dime bagger.

Can't get much lower than this.

Every bust's a good bust.

And one step closer to cashing in on a small fortune.

Ah, playing by the rules keeps IA from sniffing around our retirement fund.

LEM: Fills the arrest quotas, keeps our noses clean.

Yeah, or in your case, brown.

[LAUGHING] Shut up, you.

What's up, man?

Plus I get you two assholes to keep me entertained.

I got you, man.

Packing already?

Just tidying up.

You and Claudette wanna take a run at this.

Uh, I'm already working two open cases.

I'm sorry we're so short-handed.

I had some budget ideas about that.

If you give me early access to those personnel...

You're still on detective duty for a few more days.

So why don't you stick to that for now?

Better get down there.

It's a double homicide with special circumstances.

What special circumstances?

Someone forgot their fins.

[MAN LAUGHS]

Armenian immigrants.

Uh, both had multiple arrests and both did prison time.

Post-mortem cuts.

One foot's a trophy. Four's just plain weird.

They were dumped here. k*lling zone's somewhere else.

Given any thought to who you're gonna bring on as my new partner?

Like the captain said, I'm still a detective.

Three more days.

I hear there's a Detective Ruiz in Hollywood that's good.

Gabrielle Ruiz.

Uh, Gabrielle's quite a looker.

Is she?

[LEM LAUGHS]

No?

Hoh...

Wait. Ah, ah.

Okay, run this:

4UOP211.

LEM: Hey, Ronnie, Tavon, you seeing this?

TAVON [ON RADIO]: Yeah, we got them. Looks like juveniles.

R. Mark Lindman, MD.

Oh.

I hope the doctor's kids know some lawyer friends.

Bust it out!

Get going.

Shithead. Hey, you.

Give me your keys, right here.

Okay, here. Give me your keys.

Hey! Don't do it! Don't you... No! No!

g*dd*mn it.

Stay right here. Bitch.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Get the kid!

All right, get your hands on the wheel.

You're gonna lose him. Go. Get out of the way.

g*dd*mn it!

Six-Paul-11, in pursuit of a mid-'80s Monte Carlo headed south on Water towards Palm Heights.

We're losing him.

Chopper's got him. He's not going anywhere.

Besides, we're staying out of trouble.

Let some other unit wreck their car.

PILOT [ON RADIO]: Six-Paul-11 , your suspect just ran a stop sign, is now traveling southbound at high speed along Cesar Chavez.

Three Monte Carlos turning onto Chicago Street.

Oh, look out.

Oh, we got a C.A. involving multiple vehicles.

This is Air-9 requesting R.A. to the intersection of Cesar Chavez.

[HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING]

Stop! Lem, handle this. Hey, hey, hey!

Get him.

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR SPEAKERS]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

You all right? Are you all right?

Hey! [CAR HORN HONKS]

Cut him off!

Stay down.

Vic.

[YELLS]

I got it.

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

I got him.

Mm. Ah.

Gracias.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Yo, I need a Kn*fe.

The seatbelt's jammed.

[g*nshots]

Oh, sh*t. [PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Where's it coming from?

I don't know. The van?

Lem, get out of there!

LEM: Almost got him.

[GROANS]

Lem?

There's no one inside!

[g*nshots]

[g*nsh*t]

[♪♪♪]

You gonna take it easy?

EMT: He's got a few burns. Mild shock.

Ah, he's in for a bigger one.

What the hell happened here?

Car we were chasing caused the smash-up.

The van swerved to avoid it, caught fire.

Back was full of a*mo.

One hell of a fireworks show.

And your chase caused this accident?

Uh, felony pursuit. Under control.

We followed regulations to a T.

Well, give me that report right away.

I want all my ducks in a row for downtown.

Quack, quack.

Hey, Dutch boy. I got a case for you.

Actually, I'm working a double homicide.

Yeah? Well, uh, I need a detective to hand this off to so I can get back to dealer duty.

Well, Rodriguez might be back in tonight.

How important is it?

I don't know yet.

All right. Thanks anyway.

Hey, um, you know of any internal Armenian mob beefs?

Not offhand.

How about off foot?

Found these two guys this morning.

Harbor found two more last week. Same shape.

Don't know 'em.

Looks like old-country retribution, though.

[SCOFFS]

Somebody sure pissed off the bosses back in, uh...

Y-Yerevan.

You're right.

Let me show these to my guys, see if they recognize the stumps.

Great. Thanks.

k*lled these Armenians looking for our money-train cash.

They still think it was an inside job.

What happens when they run out of feet and realize it was an outside job?

There's four people who know we took that money.

And they're all sitting right here. We stick to the plan.

Low profile. Business as usual.

You pull our driver's sheet?

Ain't got one.

He's an out-of-work cement mixer.

A van full of a*mo, Jesse.

It is not against the law to have b*ll*ts.

Well, it is if you drive them across state lines.

You wanna tell me why you took a Greyhound to Yuma, Arizona, picked up a van, filled it with a half a ton of 9 mm shells, and drove it all the way back here to L.A.?

N... Told not against the law.

Who told you that?

Your son, Diagur?

See, he's a player with the Byz Lats.

That who you're running a*mo for?

He float his out-of-work pop a day job?

Diagur is not in this.

[DOOR BUZZES] There's no sign of a struggle in either victims' apartment.

But both their cars were parked in their slots.

Suggests they went along willingly with whoever k*lled them.

Someone they were comfortable with.

Other Armenian mobsters. Anything more specific?

You remember Margos Dezirian? The Jesus look-alike?

The Armenian drug guy who k*lled a man in our cage?

Then escaped the paddy wagon.

You think he's involved?

It would explain the severed feet.

Margos is a big foot-fetish guy.

How do you know that?

Mm, when he was in custody, the only words he said were "Delicious feet," to Danny.

I gave her a call.

Said he was constantly staring at her feet, like he was obsessed.

CLAUDETTE: Well, it...

It's not the only lead we're chasing.

If I'm right, Dezirian's back in town.

I wanna bring in the feds.

Based on a possible foot fetish?

If Dezirian's here, everybody wants him.

Us, Washington, Interpol.

Fine.

Hey, uh, when I was talking to Danny, she mentioned her final appeal with the police commission's tomorrow.

A good word from her boss, future city councilman, might go a long way.

I'm aware of the situation.

You almost all packed up?

What can I do for you?

One last favor before you ride out of Dodge.

What's that?

Oh, it looks like one of the Latin gangs is arming up for Armageddon, and I can't find a free detective to look into it.

We're understaffed.

I got a van load of a*mo driven by a Byz Lat dad.

Where there's b*ll*ts, there's g*ns.

Did the driver confess to g*ns?

No, it's gonna take some legwork to prove I'm right.

And in the meantime, I've got actual murders, armed robberies that take priority.

You're not interested in preventing murders before they happen?

Why don't you look into it yourself?

Fine. Talk to the chief. Get him to back off this arrest quota.

I can't do both. And I can't get in the middle of whatever arrangement the chief has.

Can't?

Won't.

What, more important things to worry about now than a few g*ns on the street?

I'll assign a detective when one frees up.

Hey, did you finish up the paperwork on this morning's car accident?

Yeah.

Lem. Yeah?

You finish that accident report? Yeah.

Hey, you said he wanted me to write that report.

He does. You done?

[LAUGHS]

MARA: Hi, guys. SHANE: Oh, guys.

We in your way? No, no. We're just, uh...

We're just finishing up. Sorry to interrupt.

Just needed to ask a question and sneak a kiss.

You buying a car?

MARA: Yes.

Yes, we are. I'm getting my realtor's license next week, so I need a respectable ride to show homes.

Really?

Yeah, I'm just helping out with the down payment.

He's the best.

Yeah, the best.

[SHANE SIGHS]

So we're gonna meet after work, right?

Dream Motor Cars, off Sepulveda.

Yeah, okay.

Okay. Okay.

MARA: I'll See you there.

SHANE: Okay.

Bye. LEM: See ya.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Go with Lem and Ronnie, keep the dime-bag busts rolling.

I hear ya, let's go.

Come on, lover.

You and me are ditching school today.

[SIGHS]

Interpol's dossier on Margos Dezirian.

He's suspected of k*lling three coca farmers in Chile.

All found with their feet chopped off.

CLAUDETTE: Let me see.

I need to run his known aliases against international flight manifests for the past month.

He's in town.

Detectives, you have visitors.

The two men you find dead this morning.

I know who did it.

I see him waiting at my home to k*ll me next.

My mother, my sister, her children.

If you protect us, I tell everything.

I know you, yes?

No, I don't think so.

Yes, you and your friend.

Cletus.

The accident that day.

The guys paid up. I never had to call.

Oh, right. Yeah, that's good.

Cletus?

I did not know you work for the police.

Yeah, I was off duty.

I'm on duty now. I gotta get back to work.

VIC: You've known this girl two months.

You're buying her a new car?

It's pre-owned. I'm just covering the down payment.

She'll take over the monthly when she makes her first sale.

What happened to keeping a low profile?

Business as usual? I'm using my money.

I'm putting it on my Visa. Yeah, but it looks like you're buying her a new Lexus.

It's pre-owned.

And being up to my eyeballs in debt is business as usual for me.

Heh. Nice try.

No sale, you got it?

LEM: Vic.

What? Dutch is interviewing the guy that saw us the day of the money train.

What guy? Armin.

The advance man. What's he doing?

I don't know, but he recognized me.

And he remembered your name, Cletus.

Cletus Vandamn?

You gave this guy the same alias you used to rent the storage unit where we hid the money?

Well, it makes Lem laugh.

TAVON: Hey, Lem, you gonna ride with the A-team today, or what?

You were following this guy the day we stole the money.

He starts stringing together the facts...

If Dutch does. He heard the guy.

That's it.

We move the money tonight.

New location. New name.

MAN: That is not the man doing the k*lling.

DUTCH: Are you sure?

His name's Margos Dezirian.

That is Margos?

Yeah, I've heard of the name, but it is Lyor Slavok you want.

Lyor Slavok?

He is a soldier.

Who gives him orders, Margos, someone else, I do not know.

It's all because of this damn money train.

I heard a rumor a while ago about a money train.

Somebody ripped it off?

Yeah, and the Armenians are gonna keep dropping bodies until they find out who.

sh*t.

The latest quarterly crime statistics.

Jumped up double digits in all areas.

Well, the best thing you can do for us in city council is to find the money to fully staff this place again.

I don't take office for another six months.

I'm worried about right now.

You said you had a few ideas about adding personnel?

Ah, the, uh, undercover, uh, Decoy Squad, uh, working Wilshire? Yeah.

Their original mandate was to rotate among all districts.

Yeah, well, Captain Griggs has used his Miracle Mile clout to hold on to them.

Well, that's why their numbers at Wilshire look a lot rosier than ours.

The unit's had great success.

Well, Griggs will never give them up.

I was thinking of appealing higher up the ladder.

To the chief?

You don't have anything to offer him.

It'll make you look naive.

What other ideas do you have?

SHANE: Hey!

Strike a pose, boys.

You. Get out of here, man.

Get out of here.

VIC: I'm gonna go out on a limb.

Diagur.

Oh, are you psychic?

Yeah.

I predicted your old man would crash a van load of live a*mo.

He's fine. It's you he's worried about.

Me too.

Vic.

Those 9 mm shells aren't for these little cap g*ns.

You guys expecting a new shipment of hardware?

Who's running this boy's club now?

Yeah, we missed the last election.

You guys looking to sh**t your way back into business and territory?

Well, you know, we'll do what we gotta do.

Really?

I find out you're arming yourselves with anything more serious than this, I will turn the Byz Lats into my personal piñata.

Which means we shove candy up your ass and b*at you with a bat.

[GRUNTS]

You pass it up the daisy chain.

Vic Mackey. My n*gga.

Ain't seen you boys around here in a while.

Yeah, well, we've been enjoying the sun.

New stuff?

Religious erotica.

Where in the Bible does Saint Schlong visit our lady of the D-cup?

Hey, man, I'm giving the believers what the want right there.

VIC: So, what's the news?

Find out if anyone's selling g*ns to the Byz Lats?

Nope, but I found out who's buying.

Yeah? Who?

You know the cat.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING] MAN: Lovely.

Let me see you, um, spin around.

[LAUGHS]

Nice.

[SMACKS LIPS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Might just... Hey.

Oh, drama. Hey... Hey ladies, ladies, ladies.

Could y'all bounce for a minute?

Everybody, come on.

VIC: Sweet setup.

Thought you were broke, Kern. Hey.

KERN: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Slap. Easy, man. Easy. Easy, baby.

That's my boy, Slap. He got my back.

Whatever makes Slap happy.

[KERN LAUGHS]

So who's financing this hot spot?

You know. Found some investors.

Really? One-Niners buy a share?

Let's just say, sometimes you can go home again. Come on, Kern, what's a gangster rapper investing in heavy metal for?

We know you're making a g*n buy for your boys.

Well, you know wrong.

Really?

You know what?

I bet we could make half our narc quota by emptying the pockets in this room.

Let's go. Hands on heads. All right, all right. Hold up.

Calm down, Hee-Haw. All right, man.

Yeah, I'm buying, okay?

But not because I want to. 'Cause I got to.

The Byz Lats arming themselves to the mother-tit with MP5s.

Jesus Christ. Fully auto SMGs?

KERN: Three dozen.

My boys just looking for a balance of power.

Byz Lats already have them? I don't know.

Same guy that's selling to me, selling to them too.

Who's running this arms race?

He's regular army.

When's your buy? What about the Byz Lats?

They got it in they greasy little heads that south of Vermont belong to them.

I'll disarm the Mexicans.

Hm-hm. And I'm supposed to believe that?

You forget last time we did business?

How you just sh*t all over me?

That was a one time w*r crime and I apologized.

Now, what time's the buy, and where?

[SIGHS]

You make me find out on my own, you'll be facing a charge too.

Detective Holland Wagenbach?

Yeah.

Agent Quigley, U.S. Treasury.

I asked for FBI.

You got me.

I understand you have an Armenian wise guy who wants to come clean.

Already has.

Who's the boss around here?

We've been concerned with the Armenian mob's propensity for shipping U.S. currency overseas.

Four months ago, my office instituted a sting operation.

What kind of sting operation?

In San Jose, the Armenians were extorting a local businessman.

He allowed us to insert $50,000 of marked, traceable bills into his payment to the Armenians so we could track the loot and see what banks were washing the money.

And?

Not a single bill has popped up in three months.

It's mystified us.

But then today, I was notified by my counterpart in the FBI that you were investigating a possible robbery of the Armenian mob.

And four related murders.

We may have blown our laundering case, but if any of these marked bills show up, they might lead you to your K*llers.

SHANE: Oh.

[SCOFFS]

[BANGING ON DOOR]

MAN: Someone inside?

Yeah.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

Hey, I thought I heard you guys in here.

Oh, oh. Albert. Albert Kreeg. I'm the manager.

Uh, looks like you guys got everything in okay.

Yeah, we're all set, Al. Uh, uh, Albert.

Like the prince.

We're good, Albert. Oh, okay.

[LAUGHS] Um...

Okay, uh, did you just move out a place?

Yeah, I'm getting divorced.

Oh, yeah. I had a feeling.

[LAUGHS]

Uh, oh, oh, oh, which one of the two of you is Mr. London?

SHANE: That's me.

Oh, okay, I got those spare keys that you asked for. Oh, thank you.

[LAUGHS] Thank you.

All right then, uh, night. Night.

Night.

Get new padlocks.

I don't want Prince Curious having a key to this place.

Yeah. Sh... [PHONE RINGS]

Yeah?

LEM: Vic, we need you down here.

[EASTERN EUROPEAN MUSIC PLAYING]

VIC: Someone slapped Slappy.

[SIGHS]

Well, the Byz Lats got their g*ns.

So much for passing this case off.

I don't think this guy is showing.

Where is he?

Guess he got spooked.

That's bullshit.

Your homeys are chilling like it's happy hour.

You thought I'd buy this pony show?

Look, you best just back up off me, all right?

You're pissed off about losing your boy, Slap.

How would you feel if it was one of your boys?

Still doesn't give you license to bend me over.

Look, he didn't show, okay?

Ain't my fault. He... Hey. Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

Don't even think about it.

He reached. I didn't reach, man.

Get your hands out of your pockets right now.

Yo, just do it, son.

Vic, just take it easy. All right?

I'm telling you the truth, man.

SHANE: When you get a new time and place you'll let us know, right?

KERN: Call you as soon as I know something.

Straight?

All right, Vic.

Let's go.

I'll be waiting for your call.

Why don't you just calm down, man?

He's lying.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

Why did you say you would help me?

So embarrassing. Look, I'm sorry.

I wanna help you, I do.

It's just that I've talked to some friends and this kind of thing can add stress to a new relationship.

What friends? Vic?

Come on, it's not like that.

I worked my ass off to get this license. Yeah, I know that.

I need to make a living.

Would you buy a half-million-dollar home from somebody driving a '97 Neon?

From you? Sure.

Because your mother doesn't want you bouncing off the walls all night.

That's why. Mommy, can I have some ice cream? Shh. Come on.

Go. Put on your PJs and come on.

Get dressed. Let's go, come on.

No fair. Come on. Go, go, go, go.

Hey, what's going on? Shh.

[WHISPERS] Look, look, look.

And what's this?

Daddy and me.

OWEN: That's great.

This is your favorite part. Right, Matt?

Little Princess, go play with your sister.

OWEN: This is where the song ends, right?

[LAUGHS] MATTHEW: Bye, song.

Wow.

See you next time, okay, champ?

Bye.

Bye, Daddy.

I love you, Matt.

He's got a great energy.

Uh, that, uh, classical music you were playing...

Ah, it's the Tomatis Method.

Matt's learning to use his ears as his primary source of hearing, so his other senses don't get overwhelmed.

He's responding really well.

Yeah.

Remember to do his drills.

I will.

Mr. Mackey, it was nice to meet you.

I'll just... I'll let myself out.

Okay. Okay.

OWEN: So I'll see you next time.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Told you he was amazing.

Matthew's actually talking.

We could have Owen two more nights a week.

He has another job offer, but he wants to work with Matthew full-time.

Uh, look... Uh, things are kind of tight right now.

How much is it gonna cost?

An extra 300 a week.

Okay. Look, I gotta get back to the job.

Book him. I'll figure out how I'm gonna cover it.

Actually, you know what?

I only need for you to pay for half.

I'm gonna take care of the rest.

I'm going back to work.

There's a nursing shortage, and the pay is good.

Full-time?

Thirty hours a week to start.

Uh, how's that gonna work with the kids?

I don't know, but, um, we're gonna have to figure it out because it's something I wanna do.

[BELL RINGS]

Danny, hi.

Sir.

I'm temping here till my appeal.

And how's that looking?

My lawyer says not to get my hopes up.

I'm thinking of adding a few more bodies to the Barn.

I'd be filling the slots with people who can get with my program.

What program's that?

I need officers who I can trust.

Play tough but fair.

Keep me aware of anyone who isn't.

You're looking for rats.

No. No, I don't want what happened to you to happen to anyone else.

Just tell the truth if any big lines get crossed.

You mean by Vic.

By anyone.

You interested?

You saying I can get my job back?

[BELL RINGS]

Think about it.

Give me your answer when school gets out.

What?

Word is you're a little unsure of yourself out there.

That what my partner's saying?

What do you say?

I'm doing just fine.

Look, Julien, I'm not the one riding you here.

But you got a little problem with respect in this house.

People wonder what you're doing about the b*ating you took.

Look, detectives haven't made much progress.

Still can't prove who did it.

Everybody here knows who did it.

And they're watching you.

Where do we stand with the triggerman?

Judge's clerk says we should have the warrant within an hour.

Good. Somebody say "warrant"?

Need me to knock any doors down?

Damn, I was gonna ask her to the prom.

This warrant for that Armenian double hit?

Turns out the mob's pissed off about a shitload of stolen money that was ticketed for the homeland.

Now they're whacking all the players, trying to find it.

Armin was scared he was gonna be next.

Where's Armin now?

DUTCH: Feds took him. Witness protection.

Good news is I finally got a break on two unsolved murders that have been screwing up my perfect record.

How's that?

When this robbery went down, two mob soldiers got k*lled.

Three, four guys in masks came roaring in.

Took the cash, left the bodies.

Hey, man, what's up?

Armin told Dutch that the guys who robbed the money train k*lled those two Armenians that night.

Hey, we didn't k*ll no one.

Why the hell would he tell him that?

My guess is, Armin knew those two guys were stealing from him.

Armin's the one who called the sh**t down there that night.

Scared enough to admit to money laundering but not enough to admit to his part in a 187.

So if the robbery leads back to us, we're on the hook for a double m*rder.

SHANE: Jesus.

Here are the keys to the new space.

With this new heat, we should wait another six, nine months before giving our cash over to the real estate guy.

RONNIE: Nine months? SHANE: We've sat on this for...

I didn't mean to interrupt your secret Klan meeting.

Left our hoods at the cleaners. LEM: Come on, Tavon.

Why is it every time I enter the room, y'all stop talking?

Maybe it's because we're captivated by your winning smile.

Yeah, or blinded by yours.

Hey, you two done pissing?

Sit down. I'll tell you what's going on.

The Byz Lats just opened fire on our turf.

Aceveda doesn't have the manpower to att*ck this, and Kern's not playing nice.

So we gotta do it ourselves and do it fast.

SHANE: We're gonna tap Kern's phone.

Find out when this g*n buy is going down.

What, gonna set a tap without a warrant?

VIC: No time. SHANE: Not enough evidence.

You got a problem with that, speak up now.

Two weeks ago, 12 cases of MP5s were stolen from Fort Irwin.

And that's 72 g*ns on the streets in the open market.

I already picked up one body.

I don't want any more.

Set up the tap on Kern.

Hey, look, it's the Village People.

[BOTH LAUGH]

RONNIE [ON RADIO]: Stand by, Vic. We're tapping.

WOMAN [ON TAP]: I don't believe you. Jamir said all the skanks you hired are light-skinned with fine bodies. What's up with that?

KERN: Come on, baby. Jamir's half-white.

What he know about fine bodies? WOMAN: I know you.

Don't play me with this...

Sounds like Kern's not too big to be a little whipped.

Next thing you know, he'll be buying her a new car.

WOMAN: I ain't jumping on nothing!

KERN: Don't cut me off, bitch...

Let me know when the call comes in.

Where you going?

Uh, Corrine asked me to pick up Cassidy at school.

Well, how long we staying here?

Until the call comes in.

Conversation will probably be in code.

[SIGHS]

sh*t.

Told Mara I'd take her to lunch.

[WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY OVER POLICE RADIO]

Come on, let's go.

Four different g*ns so far.

We'll run 'em all through Ballistics.

Look what the Dutch man found.

He mailed an international overnight package to Greece this morning.

Look at the name of the recipient.

"Marcus Dreliozis."

Sound like a Greek alias of Margos Dezirian to you?

Check out the comments section.

"Contents contain dry ice."

Think we found our missing feet.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'll try.

All right, me too.

Yeah, I love you too.

Okay, bye-bye.

Oh, blow me.

[SIGHS]

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

Dude, we're rich.

At least we're gonna be.

Yeah.

Just gotta ride things out.

Yeah.

MAN: Yo, yo. Let me talk to Kern.

KERN: You got him.

LEX: It's Lex. g*ns are ready. Get all the cash yet?

KERN: Yeah, man. I'm sitting on it.

LEX: Be there in half an hour.

KERN: Right here.

I think I just broke the code.

SHANE: The g*n boy just went inside.

There were six crates and four Army pals.

VIC: Four?

Yeah.

We need backup.

Backup? Vic, we're here on an illegal wiretap.

Six-Paul-11 requesting additional units...

What are you doing?

I'm getting these g*ns back.

Vic, we don't have a warrant.

He's right, you know. Maybe we should just keep a low profile on this thing.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: Roger, 6-Paul-11. What's your location?

Hey, it's five on five.

You guys wanna go b*llet-to-b*llet with three dozen SMGs?

I know what I'm doing.

Six-Paul-11, we're at the corner of Fletcher and Riverside.

WOMAN: Roger that.

LAWYER: My client denies any involvement in these killings.

CLAUDETTE: We've got an informant in the organization that implicates him.

[SPEAKING IN ARMENIAN]

[SPEAKS IN ARMENIAN]

LAWYER: This informant may have heard some stories, but he saw nothing with his own eyes.

What'd he mail to Athens this morning?

[SPEAKING IN ARMENIAN]

[SPEAKS IN ARMENIAN]

Books.

In dry ice?

This isn't even his name on this.

He just said he sent it.

And the receipt was found in his place.

The only question is, why were you stupid enough to keep the receipt?

LAWYER: I'm not gonna ask him that.

DUTCH: Okay. [WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]

Why is he whispering?

We don't understand what he's saying anyway.

Margos Dezirian is gonna be at this address in Greece tomorrow, isn't he?

[SPEAKS IN ARMENIAN]

Uh, we're having the package rerouted to us.

We'll see for ourselves.

[g*n COCKS]

Four of you, that way.

Go in the back. Take your cue from those guys.

Don't get in the way.

Hands on your head! On your head!

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

[HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

Get on the ground!

Rabbit! Rabbit! Rabbit!

Get your ass down, don't move.

He ducked into a back room.

Kern, where's that lead to?

Nowhere. The window's barred.

Hook these people up. Hook them up and get them out.

OFFICER: Turn that off.

Hands behind your back. Grab a g*n.

Move. Move. Move it around.

FEMALE OFFICER: Hands down.

Get them out. I got them.

OFFICER: Let's go.

VIC: Load them.

You inside, it's your 800 rounds a minute versus our 4000.

I'm gonna give you three seconds to toss that w*apon or we're gonna open fire.

One, two,

Come on out.

These are the serial numbers of the marked bills.

If they get spent, make their way through the banking system, they'll eventually get flagged.

Maybe we can flag them earlier.

DUTCH: The money was stolen here. It'll be spent here.

We should do cursory checks on all big money busts.

Any luck siccing the authorities on Margos? Not yet.

I talked to somebody at the American embassy in Athens.

Greek authorities aren't gonna move unless they hear from somebody higher up than an L.A. detective.

Have connections in Washington?

I've been to a few parties.

[SCOFFS]

Taking g*ns from our soldiers, selling them to gangbangers?

You must be very proud, assh*le.

God bless America.

Come here.

Hey, we got it, man. Come here.

Hey, Vic.

You tell me, who bought the g*ns for the Byz Lats?

Yeah, like I'm just gonna admit I sold g*ns to another crew.

Uncuff him.

What are you doing?

Instant court-martial.

The trained soldier grabbed my spare g*n and tried to run for it.

LEM: Oh, guys.

Evidence. Right around there.

Now, you either tell me who bought the g*ns for the Byz Lats, or you and me are gonna play some run and g*n.

Yeah.

Then run.

You're out of your g*dd*mn mind.

Run.

An OG named Garza.

He's king of the Lats.

That's a good little soldier boy.

You want Treasury's list of marked bills, or you want me to hang on to it?

I'll keep it.

I saw you talking to Vic.

Has he been asking about this case?

I was asking him some questions, 'cause I know he has experience with Armenian organized crime. From here on, keep him out of the loop.

Okay. Why?

Because that's the way I'd like it.

Detective, you've got a package.

[GROANS]

[SIGHS]

Size 10 and a half.

VIC: Hold on.

Kern and his guys were in on the sting.

They set it up.

That's why we didn't need a warrant.

That's right. Always ready to help his brothers in blue.

Give him to me, Julien.

Come on.

What the hell was that?

I thought you'd be a little bit more appreciative since I just saved you from a felony arms arrest.

Call us even.

Nothing's even.

One of your guys ain't dead.

Look, we just gonna get different gats, go see the Mexicans. It's on.

It's off.

My next stop is the Mexicans.

You have my word.

Yeah, well, I used to trust that.

You still can.

You just give me tonight to prove it.

You got tonight.

What?

Thought we were playing it tight.

We are.

You put us all at risk without letting us have a say.

Over g*ns that we got nothing to do with.

And I'd do it again.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't.

I wouldn't.

QUIGLEY: I talked to my boss in D.C.

Here's the problem. The Greeks don't wanna help us.

They're a little pissed off at the moment.

DUTCH: Why?

'Cause we make up reasons for going to w*r and then act like the world's policemen?

That and the missiles we sold to Turkey.

We're not the only ones who want Margos.

Uh, Paraguay, Chile, Belgium.

It's not Brussels asking me to conduct this raid.

In a couple days we can go through back channels...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We know where Margos is gonna be tomorrow.

L-it's already tomorrow in Athens.

L-I just need a few police officers to pick him up.

He's wanted for m*rder in four countries.

Can you get Lyor to tell you where Margos is going next?

No.

He's not talking.

Even in prison, you need feet.

I'm sorry. I've done everything I can.

Assistant Chief Phillips?

Claudette Wyms.

I remember, detective.

What's going on?

I think you should talk to Captain Aceveda.

Why?

He's not stepping down yet, is he?

You should go talk to him.

I'm supposed to be captain in two days!

I still have some unfinished business.

How long? Till I take office.

In six months? It's a volatile time in Farmington right now.

I can't leave the Barn underfunded, understaffed.

You're gonna bring in more personnel?

Yes. The undercover Decoy Squad?

Yes. You're stealing my ideas.

I'm implementing them, along with my own.

You are stealing my ideas, and taking my job! I make those ideas happen.

Padding your resume! I still make a difference here!

[SIGHS]

I can make a difference.

Not like me.

This is my job.

Not yet.

You're the reason for half the problems in the first place.

Well, that's your opinion.

And I'd keep any others to myself.

I will not let you do this to me.

There's a bigger picture, Claudette, and you're smart enough to see it.

The chief's not gonna help you. He's gonna need me.

[SIGHS]

Army scab who sold the Byz Lats their g*ns says the buyer's name was Garza.

Garza? Thought he retired.

Well, maybe his pension ran out, 'cause he's back.

I need you to get in touch with him.

Tell him that you, uh... You found a buyer offering to pay double what he paid.

That's all I got.

I'll cover you on the back end.

Hey, man, top's down pretty tight on the Byzantine quarter these days.

That's at least a couple days' work.

You got two hours.

Danny?

DUTCH: No, no. I'll hold.

You got the g*ns, huh?

Uh, half of them.

Byz Lats already have the other half.

Trying to put together a buy while they're still all in the same hands, but I need some cash.

How much?

A hundred grand. Right.

Just to show them that we're real.

Uh, I just need it for a couple hours.

Then put in a request with Central.

I need it now. Tonight.

I'm not bending the rules for you.

Hey, look, I didn't even want this case in the first place.

Then why did you take it on?

Because obviously I'm the only one who gives a sh*t about the damage these g*ns are gonna do.

You're not.

I spent all day calling in favors to make things change in Farmington in the next six months.

What's that mean?

It means that you have to file the proper paperwork and wait a couple of days for the hundred grand.

Or you can stop by an ATM.

The guy's wanted by Interpol.

I'm giving you the address.

All you have to do is pick him up.

What's so g*dd*mn hard about that?

If my tone sounds superior, it's because I'm American and you're Greek.

VIC: Whoa, trouble in Armenia?

Athens, actually.

What's going on?

[SIGHS]

Uh, nothing. It's just the usual bullshit.

Whom shall I fear?

[GOSPEL MUSIC PLAYING]

You are the stronghold of my life.

Whom should I...?

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[WHISPERS] Jesus Christ.

What are you doing here?

Confess to what you did to me.

What?

I just need to know.

Look, I just...

I just need to know.

What the hell's your problem, man?

The truth. Just tell me the truth.

I didn't do anything to you.

Say it!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh!

[GAGS]

Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear.

Even though w*r breaks out, Julien.

Even then... Julien, please!

[BONE CRUNCHES]

[SCREAMING]

[COUGHING]

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, God!

Oh!

[KINGS OF LEON'S "HOLY ROLLER NOVOCAINE" PLAYING]

♪ Lord's gonna get us back ♪

♪ Lord's gonna get us back I know, I know ♪

♪ Lord's gonna get us back ♪ ♪ Lord's gonna get us back ♪

♪ Lord's gonna get us back ♪ ♪ Lord's gonna get us back ♪

[TALKING INAUDIBLY]

♪ You'll be Hearing me coming ♪

♪ But I can't Come inside ♪

♪ I'll be out back In my white Cadillac ♪

♪ Won't you join me For a ride? ♪

♪ We'll go up To a mountain top ♪

♪ And I'll show you All of the goods I got ♪

♪ Don't look back ♪

♪ Keep your eyes ahead ♪

♪ This could be the night That the moon goes red ♪

♪ Oh, no Don't you worry, baby ♪

♪ You won't feel a thing ♪

♪ Close your eyes Holy roller Novocaine ♪

[♪♪♪]