06x01 - On the Jones

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Previously on The Shield:

- You're gonna hide.
- Live on the run?

- I can't.
- This is about keeping you alive.

- You've got history with these tossers.
- The guy is named Guardo.

We hit him hard and his stash
but he got away.

You screw my ex-wife for the purpose
of making this a personal vendetta.

He may have assassinated
a g*ng leader.

- This was not part of the deal.
- Sure it was, Antwon didn't tell you.

This was a calculated move
by Kavanaugh...

...to put Curtis' life in jeopardy...

...to compel him
to testify against his team.

My client is willing to plead
to new charges.

As long as we can reasonably
guarantee his safety.

- What's he say about his friends?
- Nothing.

- There is one other option.
- I can't turn on my family.

We're gonna lose our last chance
at nailing Vic.

You gotta make him believe that
Lemansky gave it up for protection.

Lemansky's talking, and now
all this bullshit can blow back on me.

- He would have tipped us.
- He wouldn't if it meant us going down.

We go to the spot. He doesn't show,
assume he made the deal.

We got a way for you to get to Mexico.
We got money for you. It's all set up.

I'm not going that route.

Then why did you come here
if you weren't leaving?

- I came to see you guys.
- Brought you some food.

Shane?

Are you happy, Detective Mackey?

Break them up.

We're gonna find out who did this...

...and we're gonna k*ll him.

Ran down
the grocery guy's contacts...

...no one's seen Guardo.
He's a g*dd*mn ghost.

Anything south of the border?

Our Federale is neck-deep
in some prison beef. Couldn't help.

How'd Guardo get Lem
to show up at that place?

Alone.

And the way he d*ed...

sh*t.

We find Guardo...

...he dies the same way.

Only slower.

Yeah. He will.

If only he reached out to us
instead of Becca.

- He should've trusted us, man.
- He was scared.

If I didn't let the thing with Antwon
go sh*t-side up...

Hey, it's nobody's fault.

You were a great cop.

- You were a great friend.
- Here's the 21 you deserve, man.

Partner go home?

- Billings takes 9 to 5 very seriously.
- Another homicide volunteer?

It's the third El Salvadoran
to confess to Lemansky's m*rder.

First two didn't get one detail right.
This guy wasn't even in the country.

Guy turns himself in,
takes the prison juice for the k*lling.

- Keeps the heat off the g*ng.
- Heat? What heat?

I haven't heard a peep
out of downtown.

No police funeral.
No press conference.

It's like Lemansky
never wore a badge.

He's ready to be processed.

- Vic check in yet?
- No. I'll get this.

Hey. Is Vic around?
I can't get him on the phone.

No. He's still taking
some personal time.

Not supposed to be back
till tomorrow.

- Is everything okay?
- I haven't heard from him in days.

I leave messages.
He doesn't get back to me.

- Kids are freaking out.
- Well, I'm sure he's sorting things out.

- I'll get a message to him.
- Have him call me.

Thanks.

AC. Oh, sorry to startle you.
Can I get a minute of your time?

What now, lieutenant?

I want to apologise for my behaviour
last week in Captain Wyms' office.

It was out of line.

- I let it get too personal.
- Yeah, you did.

I been doing a lot of soul searching
in light of Lemansky's death.

- Trying to locate my motives.
- Motives for what?

- For finding his k*ller.
- That's not your job.

Wyms' office is
in charge of that investigation.

I know. And Wagenbach,
he's a good man.

But he's only looking at this
from the Salvadoran angle.

- What do you want, Jon?
- Same thing I wanted last week.

Not gonna happen.
You can't see the line anymore.

Nobody can see the line.
I mean, Mackey just keeps moving it.

Please. I just need
a minute of your time for a dead cop.

He deserves that.

Okay, what is it?

The brick of tar that
we found on Lemansky...

...was a part of something dirty
that Vic put into motion.

Curtis got caught.

Vic needed to protect himself.

So he let Lemansky take the plea...

...while he brokered a deal
with Antwon Mitchell...

...for his guy's safety in the joint.

But the Mitchell deal, it went bad.

Curtis panicked, went on the run.

Vic knew that his guy
was gonna cr*ck...

...urtis was gonna turn on...
- Mackey k*lled his own guy?

More than likely, he cut a deal
with the Salvadorans.

But somebody put that grenade
in Lemansky's lap.

And Vic, he knows who did it.

Let Wagenbach follow
the Salvadoran trail.

Let me look into Vic.
Discreet, respectful.

I want your report
end of day tomorrow.

We'll decide if
it makes sense to pursue.

You'll have it.

Thank you, sir.

There's nothing new on Lem.

We've been spending time
knocking down false confessions.

It's all a smoke screen. It's Guardo.

We stepped on
his drug-protection play twice.

k*lling Lem was
a message to stay away.

Been waiting on you.

Water Street Methadone Clinic
got torched.

- Go check that out.
- We're not arson patrol.

Well, it's a drug rehab
in a heavy g*ng area.

Look, I can't sign off
on you working Lem's m*rder.

Take a step back.
Focus on something else.

We find something out
we'll let you know.

Hey.

Corrine was here last night.
She hadn't heard from you.

The kids were worried.
Maybe you should call her.

Right.

sh*t. Split. Split.

- Hey.
- Hey, hold on, darling.

- Hey, slow down.
- Turn that sh*t off.

Come here. Come here.

- Turn around, come back.
- How's Antwon's favourite bitch?

- You got a need?
- Yeah, to do this:

- Damn, I got leftovers older than you.
- Yeah, but not as tasty.

Hey, looks like Moses made it to
the land of milk and underage honey.

She legal and all kind of willing.

Vic.

g*dd*mn, looks like
business has been good.

No thanks to you.
g*dd*mn empty safe.

Looks like your daddy might have
a broken sugar, darling.

You wanna get off
the dead-bangers list...

...learn to play by the rules.

First one is, we still make the rules.

b*rned-out clinic on Water.

That's a One-Niner block. Looks like
you guys might be holding the match.

We got no beef with the
methadonians. They good business.

How's them climbing off the horse
help you?

What we lose in H
we gain in benzos.

Some of them junkies
drop 10 tabs a day.

Clinic know that's going on?

They don't give a sh*t.
Getting clean is big money.

Turns those street junkies
into state-sponsored ones.

Hell, yeah. Some of them zombies
been on the M-dose 20 years.

Oh, sh*t.

Get ahold of the clinic, see if
anybody's trying to kick their dose.

Someone on the jones?

Hurting, delusional,
I'd be setting fires.

Call Wyms, have her post unis
at all the methadone facilities.

You.

Tell your fearless leader...

...he ever needs a favour,
he shouldn't hesitate to call.

I owe him one.

Clinic said Quentin Garth's
doing the home methadone kick.

- This idiot's lowering his own dosage?
- Down to 30 mils.

Volatile, raging about how
he's being screwed by big medicine.

Threatened a counsellor.
Lives here with his friend.

No one's seen either of them
for two days.

Kitchen's clear.

- Bedroom's clear.
- Looks like Quentin's seen the desert.

Probably where
he picked up his habit.

You smell that?

Yeah.

Smells like b*rned toast.

Kevin Smith. The roommate.

Cracked his skull open, went through
his wallet, left him for dead.

Glad this guy's his best friend, I'd hate
to see what he'd do to his enemies.

Thank you.

Anything new
on the Lemansky m*rder?

No.

l... I called you actually.

Is there any way to get in touch
with your El Salvadoran CI?

Emolia?
What you want to talk to her for?

Guardo's my lead suspect,
she knows that world.

Figure maybe she's got a pipeline.

She talked about going to Seattle,
be with her sister.

I really don't know
where she is now.

You parking here?

- Thought your investigation was over.
- It is.

I'm opening a new one, in conjunction
with Lemansky's death.

Creating a time line
for my lead suspect.

Who is that?

Footage from
the city and freeway...

...on the night
that Lemansky was m*rder*d.

In his voluntary statement given
the next morning, Mackey said:

"It was too late to see my kids,
so I hopped on the 10...

...headed towards the Coast Highway.
That drive always clears my head"

You're establishing a time line for Vic
on the night of the m*rder?

Yeah.

Lemansky and Mackey
were extraordinarily tight.

Plus, you've got no motive.

Here's the thing.

I had Aceveda tell Mackey
that Lem was cutting a deal.

That he was giving up
Vic and his team for immunity.

I knew that Mackey would go to Curtis,
try to find out the truth.

So we were gonna tail him,
get him on aiding and abetting.

But Vic and his guys,
they shook us.

Couple hours later, I see him
standing over Lemansky's body.

Jesus Christ.

Maybe it wasn't Mackey.

Maybe he couldn't do it,
but he needed it done.

He had Lem k*lled
because I gave him motive.

All right, let's get
an APB out on Quentin.

He's ex-m*llitary, probably has g*ns.

Let's track down family members,
drug dealers.

Let's ask our clinic guy...

What's up? What?

Have you seen this?

- Claudette. You knew about this sh*t?
- I read it.

Lem gave 12 years to this department.
God knows how many arrests.

Never saw his picture
in the paper once.

Reporters got wind of the facts
and brass couldn't control the spin.

Bullshit. Johnson's been looking for
a corruption goat since he made chief.

- He pinned the horns on Lem.
- It's a shitty ending to an ugly story.

And with the bad cop buried, you and
the department get a fresh start, right?

What happened to Lemansky
was an awful thing. I'm sorry.

But he made the choice
to stash the heroin in his car.

He made the choice to run.

Kavanaugh browbeat that admission
out of him.

Then he threatened to dump him
in Antwon's bunk.

- He ran because he was scared.
- He forced Lem to make another deal...

What are you talking about?

Becca said that Lem made a second
deal with Kavanaugh and the chief.

The only way
Lemansky could make another deal...

...was if he turned in other dirty cops
and he didn't.

What?

It was the same deal.

He was willing to do more time
if IAD could assure him...

...they'd keep him
out of Antwon's reach.

- He was k*lled before it went through.
- No.

Police council is making
a formal statement this evening.

We'll be as respectful as we can.

Let me guess...

...that respectful face is Aceveda's.
- What do you think?

Aceveda said that... That...

That Lem gave us up. That he...

- He told them about the money train...
- Kavanaugh heard a rumour.

Had his w*tback bitch feed it to us,
put us in motion.

And we g*dd*mn ate it up.

Made me think
my own guy turned on me.

Hey, Julien. What the hell's
Kavanaugh doing here?

Heard he's working
Lemansky's m*rder with Dutch.

According to his visa stamp...

...R ene arrived in L.A. 18 hours
after Lemansky was k*lled.

He says he's got two cousins
who saw him k*ll Lemansky.

Cousins got addresses?

He doesn't know.

- Right...
- I need a minute with you.

Okay.

Run the cousins' names
through INS, DMV...

...see if you can find addresses.
- Okay.

What?

Kavanaugh's working Lem's m*rder?

- An angle of it, and it's not my choice.
- Which angle?

He... He didn't really
go into any detail.

Don't d*ck me around, Dutchman.

You're the angle.

Hey.

Hey. Oh, I'm sorry.

It's okay. I was just...
I was just taking a minute.

Oh, my God.

He's big.

He's beefy and happy.

- You mind if...
- No, here you go.

Hey. It's okay.

I had to take care of insurance,
so I thought I'd show him off.

Yeah.

- He's beautiful, Danny.
- Thanks.

- See you.
- Yeah.

- Say bye.
- Bye.

Let's go inside, come on.

Guess I should start making
my funeral arrangements now, right?

Why would you wanna do that?

Seems like every cop
you investigate ends up dead.

I'm not at liberty to discuss the details
of my investigation with you.

You get my best friend blown up,
you come into my house...

...you hang your mistake
and your guilt on me. Detail enough?

I know this must be the grief talking.

At what point do
your bosses realise...

...you're as delusional as that sick,
crazy, twisted ex-wife of yours?

The same time
that yours realise...

...that you've m*rder*d
two of your own team members.

Mackey! Kavanaugh!

Knock it off! Knock it off!

- Get your hands off me.
- Now!

Jesus, I got a g*dd*mn lump.

- What the hell was that?
- Not the first time.

He and Mackey went at it
at Lemansky's crime scene.

- Took nine unis to break it up.
- sh*t. This is you being discreet?

Mackey advanced on me both times.
It was self-defence. You saw that.

IAD's supposed to be
the objective eyes of the department.

Objectivity doesn't lead to brawls
and pissing matches.

I don't need that report. You're done
with Mackey. You're off of this.

Get your ass out of the Barn before
I hit you with an insubordination beef.

Okay. Look, stop.

I have proof that
Vic had Lemansky k*lled.

I do.

What proof?

Emolia Melendez.

Vic used her to get a message
to the El Salvadorans.

She set up Lem's m*rder for Vic.

You told Dutch that
you didn't know where she was.

I don't. She called me.

Maybe she was trying
to create another revenue.

Is there anything
this woman won't say for a buck?

Mackey threatened her kid.

- She was terrified. She had no choice.
- You're just bringing this to us now?

I've seen Mackey slip out of every
noose we've hung around his neck.

I don't even know who to trust here.
You gave me till the end of the day...

...and I was just trying to put the
pieces together before I brought them.

Let's bring her in.

Let's hear her.

All right.

DEA gave us some leads
to where Emolia might be.

Dutch is out there
running them down.

Great. I'll give him a call.

Emolia. It's Jon. Jon Kavanaugh.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- You alone?

Sebastio's at my mom's. Why?

No detective...
A detective hasn't come in here, right?

No. What's the matter?

No toys.

Sebastio's spending all his time
at your mom's?

Yeah, he's safe there.

What are you afraid of?

I snitched on Guardo.

People know.

They want me dead.

What about Vic?

- He doesn't got your back now?
- Vic ain't sh*t for me.

- Not taking care of you anymore?
- Him and his guys sh*t all over me.

- Called Sebastio a ret*rd.
- That's wrong. I'm sorry about that.

But I have a way
to make things right.

Jesus...

Lem didn't rat.

You made me believe
my own guy turned on me.

I have people waiting in my office.

You were in bed with Kavanaugh
the whole time.

No, Kavanaugh played us both.
Squeezed me too.

- I had no choice.
- Bullshit.

Your jones to hurt me
let you turn a blind eye...

...to what he was doing to Lem.

You knew about the Antwon thr*at.

That scare put him on the run.
Got him k*lled.

What, so it's my fault?

When do you ever
take responsibility, Vic?

When is anything your fault?
If you weren't a heartbeat away...

...from being forced out right now...
- What? What?

You would take my badge?
Go ahead.

Is that what you
and Kavanaugh want?

Take it all. Here.

Take it.

- What the hell are you doing?
- You wanna end a career...

...you do it straight up.

To someone who's still alive,
can still look you right in the eye.

I'm sorry about Lem.

Then don't disgrace him.

You know, it's not my fault.

It's not my call.

I'm just the face of the decision.

I say that Vic used me as a middleman
to set up the hit on his guy.

Yes. He had it all planned out.

Gave the exact time and place
where Lem would be.

We'll go over the details later.

Thought you stopped cops
from doing this thing?

Vic did this.

I'm just trying to get you
to tell the truth.

It's just somebody else's truth,
that's all.

I won't get in trouble?

We're gonna tell them that
he threatened your son. That...

That you were scared, and you had
no other choice but to do this.

And I'll get all those things?
A house with a pool?

- Monthly cheques...
- This is real, Emolia. This is real.

It might be my mom.

Emolia Melendez? You in there?

It's Detective Wagenbach.

I just need to ask you
a few questions.

You're not in trouble.

Ma'am. Excuse me, ma'am?

Okay. I need a place
where Vic would want to meet you.

Needs to be a public place
where it's not very crowded.

Sewing shop.

Did some work for them
the other day.

Do you speak English?

Excuse...

- Hello? Wagenbach.
- Dutch. Jon Kavanaugh.

- Did the captain call you?
- No. Why?

Emolia. She reached out to me.

I'm on my way to meet her.
She's at Tama's Costura...

...a sewing shop on Haden.
- Are you sure about that?

I got some possible 20s
from calls her sister made.

I think
she's dodging my knock at one.

You do whatever you want.
But I think a sewing shop...

...would be a place to follow your lead.
But this is your case. Whatever.

Yeah. Okay. Okay.
I'll meet you there.

And then what did he do?

sh*t at the door.

Called me a sick shithead,
and then tried to cap me.

Got this diving out of the way.

- You have any idea who it was, Axl?
- Never seen him before.

Think you could describe him
for an artist?

Yeah. I got one of those
photogenic memories.

Look, someone is unhappy with him
peddling filth to the neighbourhood.

p*rn is a billion-dollar industry.

All I'm saying is there's a lot
of people who are okay with it.

Look, you start knocking on doors
across the street, all right?

I'll get these.

You could use some tight-ass lube
yourself, sparky.

What am I supposed to do?
Sit back and let this shitbag...

...t*nk my career too?

- He's g*dd*mn poison.
- Kavanaugh's not my problem.

Oh, I am?

Pensions hasn't received
your retirement paperwork.

Still sorting that out.

You were supposed to keep a low
profile so you can get your pension.

There's been a lot
going on around here.

Phillips thinks too much is going on.

This came directly
from the chief's office.

This puts my retirement
effective immediately.

If you take it now, the chief will see
you get a piece of your pension.

Why now?

I had until my 15 mark.

Certain things are in motion.

This is a lifeline. Sign this and it'll
save us all a lot of grief. If you don't...

- You can't cut me loose.
- It's not my idea.

Brass is gonna be watching
every move you make.

- You need me to make this place work.
- I need people I can trust.

- So you won't help me fight this.
- You know a reason I should?

Quentin showed up at another clinic.
Unis spooked him. He's got hostages.

Who you gonna trust with that?

All right, boys, here it is.

This guy's got a doctor,
a mother and her son...

...trapped in an examining room.

He's doused the doc and mother
with gasoline.

Threatened to use them as kindling.

Negotiator and SWAT's
30 minutes out.

Let's go.

Shane. You coming?

- Shane.
- Yeah. Yeah.

sh*t.

He's gonna sh**t the cans, blow the
hallway if he needs to seal himself off.

Hey. There skylights
in every room in this place?

Get her out of here.

Get me a peeper scope.

Go on the roof, see if I can look in
on what's happening there.

I don't want anyone
rattling this guy.

I don't want anyone talking to him...
Hey.

Are you with me? Because Ronnie
and I can take care of this...

- I'm here, man.
- No, you're not.

I got innocents
soaked with gasoline.

- I need your head in the game.
- It is.

I promise. I'm okay.

Okay.

Can I help you?

You have any idea where Vic is?

We haven't seen him
since Lem's memorial.

I don't. I saw him at the Barn
for a second. That's about it.

You think Vic's staying here?

- It crossed my mind.
- He's not.

Sorry.

Hey.

Vic and me. We're not a thing.

What about that thing
in your arms?

Whatever sh*t you're cleaning up
with your ex...

...don't come dumping it
on my doorstep.

And don't ever call my son a thing,
you uptight bitch.

I'm not uptight, sweetheart,
I'm a realist.

You have no idea what has been
dumped on your doorstep.

Vic... He is not
gonna be there for him.

- I don't need anyone's help.
- Really?

You're gonna be a full-time cop
and take care of this kid by yourself?

Just because you couldn't handle it
doesn't mean I won't.

Really? What if they tell you
he's autistic?

My son is fine.

They're all fine at first.

But we have two autistic kids...

...and there's a genetic predisposition
for siblings.

Maybe you're the one
with the genes.

Maybe. Maybe not.
But keep your eyes open.

Because the sooner the doctors know,
the more they can do for him, okay?

Mom and doc jammed in a corner.

The baby is on a table by the door.

If we can get him to give up the kid,
SWAT can drop down.

I'll get an ETA on SWAT
and the negotiator.

Jesus Christ.
Don't hurt that baby.

Stop it. I'm gonna k*ll
this g*dd*mn thing, man!

Be quiet...
Everybody just shut the hell up!

- I'm gonna k*ll this g*dd*mn thing.
- Hey, Quentin.

Shane.

Quentin.
Listen to me, man.

Look, the reason the baby's crying
is because of the gasoline.

The fumes are probably
burning his eyes.

- What is he doing?
- You better get down here.

Why don't you just hand the kid
over to me?

Get a little peace and quiet.
Just focus on what you gotta do, man.

Who the hell are you, man?

- I'm a cop.
- What?

I'm a cop.
I'm Shane Vendrell. I'm unarmed.

Now just hand over the crying kid...

...and take me instead.

A quiet detective
is a much better bargaining chip, man.

Just hand me that.

It's a con.

You're full of sh*t.
Just like everything else.

- Shut up!
- It's not a con! It's not...

Quentin.

Quentin, listen to me.
Open the door, buddy.

Quentin, open the door. Look.

Look, okay? Look.

Look, buddy. See? See?

- Oh, my God.
- See this?

Jesus Christ, Shane.

It's no con.

It's no con.

Get ready to move.

Any point you think I'm lying...

...just... You just flick your Bic, brother.
Okay?

Don't worry. I will, man.

sh*t!

Quentin.

Quentin, listen to me, man.

Is there a closet or a cabinet
or something?

Somewhere the baby can breathe?

Yeah, I mean, it's... Hey, look.

Good. Just put him in there
and close the door, okay?

It keeps the fumes out of his eyes.

See, I told you, Quentin.

I told you, man, you can trust me.

The psycho's going for Shane.

Stop right there.

You get him?

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Took one in the vest.
Check the kid.

You wanna tell me
what the hell happened back here?

We just saved three innocents
from a homicidal junkie.

Maybe you could draw up
the paperwork.

Let me sign it.

You lied. You lied to me. You lied.

Captain, here's a sketch of that guy
who sh*t up the sex shop.

Black, early 20s, earrings.

Narrows things down.

I don't have anybody free.

Could you jump on
this p*rn-shop sh**ting?

Sounds titillating,
but I'm still a little woozy.

That's what I get
for trying to keep the peace.

Maybe you should go home.

Well, if I leave now,
it chews up one of my personal days.

You know, I'm gonna hang
and clean up some paperwork.

- I'll be okay.
- Thank God.

Circulate it to the skin joints,
bookstores. See if he's a regular.

Okay.

DMV didn't have
any of the addresses...

...on the cousins of the El Salvadoran
we questioned.

- And I'm still waiting on INS.
- Good girl.

"Good girl"?

It's part of my new
mentoring philosophy.

Right.

I thought you were meeting
Kavanaugh and picking up Emolia.

Me too. Sent me to the sewing shop.
It was closed. No one ever showed.

Vic said I should tell Guardo
I was sorry for turning on him.

Offer up my handler
as restituci?n.

He knew
Guardo would hurt the cop...

...that crushed
his drug-protection comeback.

Jesus.

You told him it was Lem.

Vic gave me the place, the time.

I set it up, told him it was a blond cop
I'd been working for.

You did this
because Vic threatened your son?

Said if I did it,
he'd give me 500 bucks.

If I didn't, Sebastio's hospital bill
would be a hundred times that much.

What choice did I have?

You have the money?

No. He was supposed to drop it off
at the sewing shop yesterday.

He never did. I got scared.

Figured if he could off
his own guy that way...

...what's to stop him
from k*lling me and my boy?

That's why she called me.

I got a man staying with her mother
and with her son right now.

Yeah.

I just want us all to be safe.

Far away from Vic.

Phillips is on his way.
We should wait...

...before we get into
more of these details.

You did fine.

Hey. What happened to you?

I went to the sewing shop.

Oh, sorry about that.

Emolia moved her meeting place
three times after I talked to you.

Where'd you finally meet her?

Behind Sid's.

Coffee place on Wilton.

The place across
from the 101 on-ramp?

I think so. I think so.

Ask Emolia, she'd know.

- Anyway, no harm, no foul.
- Yeah, yeah.

Easy.

I know you're pissed at me...

Listen, you know what, I don't give
a sh*t if I hear from you, okay?

I'll make it up to the kids.

Hope you have another bag of cash
put aside for therapy.

- Don't say that...
- Cass is just like you.

- She internalizes everything...
- Hey.

Doing okay?

Yeah. I'll live.

As long as my ex isn't the one
taking care of me.

- Hey, Corrine.
- Hey.

You know, we're gonna need an x-ray
of that shoulder, okay?

- How you feeling?
- Good.

I'm good.
I still smell a little like diesel.

Just like Ronnie's aftershave.

What the hell was that today?

I just saw a way
to make your plan work.

My plan wasn't turning you
into a Duraflame.

I've had enough funerals
for one week.

It was just my own little spin.

Put another one
in the win column, though, right?

Listen, man.

We've all been b*ating ourselves up
about Lem.

But it's like you said, man...

It's nobody's fault...

...except Guardo's.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Come here.

Look, Wyms and the chief are trying
to push through my retirement.

I'm not sure why,
but I don't have much time.

- No, man...
- That's why you can't get reckless.

You hear me?

I need your help to finish this thing.

I can't lose you too, Shane.

You won't.

- This doesn't add up.
- The pieces fit.

Motive, timing.

He's got a compelling case.

Look, you and I both know
Vic is a cop with questionable ethics.

He capable of k*lling another cop?
Maybe.

But Lem?

- Her story's a little neat.
- I'm at the last house on the DEA list.

I knock, I hear someone inside.

Maybe two people.
They don't come to the door.

Then I get a call from Kavanaugh...

...sending me off and running
to the sewing shop?

Seems strange.

You think he's pushing the story.

Lying?

That doesn't fit either. Here's a guy
who wouldn't bend the rules...

...for his ex-wife when any other cop
in this building would have.

I know that look.

Something's not right.

Chief wants Vic on the retired list
before we file any charges.

He's not going without a fight.

What do you want me to do?

Stick to the Guardo angle.
Bring Vic in for questioning.

See what he has to say
about Emolia's story.

Okay.

I'm gonna head home now.

I might need to take
that personal day tomorrow.

We'll try to fill the void.

Vic?

- Cruising for interns?
- How's the shoulder?

Kevlar's my friend.

Kavanaugh's brought in a witness.

Claims you hired
the El Salvadorans to k*ll Lem.

What witness?

Emolia Melendez.

What's Kavanaugh offering her?

Witness protection.

So you here to arrest me?

- Right now, I just need a statement.
- You think I did it? Lem?

No. I need to take you to the Barn.

Well, I can drive myself.

Okay. I'll see you back there.

Mackey's lawyer will paint her
as a paid snitch...

...promised the American dream
in exchange for her testimony.

There's no evidence
backing this story.

That's why I want to continue.
This report, it's not complete yet.

What about Wagenbach's
El Salvadoran suspect?

I've seen Dutch cozying up to Mackey.
I don't know where his loyalty lands.

We need to get him off this case.

We don't want another guy
tipped off and on the run.

Okay.

I'll talk to Wyms.

But this time, if you can't keep it
from becoming personal...

...I 'll go disciplinary on you, Jon.

You'll lose those LT bars.

- You hear that?
- I hear it.

Tell the chief he's got my word.

Nothing personal.

What's this?

Requesting today's footage
from the 101 freeway cam...

...at the Wilton on-ramp.

Across from Sid's Coffee.

Just a hunch.

- Any sign of Vic?
- Not yet.

A guy fitting the description
of our sex-shop sh**t...

...was seen in four video stores.
He bought out every copy.

I am not familiar
with d*ck 'N' Granny series.

Hopo Productions is owned
and operated by Holes and Poles, Inc.

- That the owner who got sh*t at?
- Yes.

Not only is Axl the producer,
director and distributor...

But guess who's
wearing the Nixon mask.

Your Richard Nixon mask
a reflection of your political bent...

...or are you just afraid to be
associated with your own smut?

It's my hook.

I'm Richard Nixon
and I'm dicking granny.

Yeah, we get it.

Who's the old lady?

Why? She's of age, right?

- All my actors sign contracts...
- Whoever sh*t at you...

...bought every copy of that
in the city.

Maybe he's a little upset
about you dicking granny.

sh*t.

Number three.

Forgot her name. First-timer.

She was raw.

But, you know, in the end,
I always get a good performance.

We need a name and address.

It's Vic.

Yeah?

Anyone ever tell you that
you have incredibly expressive eyes?

Ever been on film?

Ever been in a mug book?

Family emergency.
He can't come in right now.

He'll run out of emergencies.
Then we'll get to the truth.

Hard to believe
this place was ever a church.

You can track down Axl's granny
in the morning. It's been a long day.

I'm okay. I'll wait for the address
and follow it up tonight.

It's your first week.

You can't keep up this kind of pace.

I'm just talking general health.

You gotta take care of yourself.

Can I tell you something?
Doesn't go beyond these pews?

Of course.

Phillips paid me a visit today.

If I don't turn this place around before
the quarterly statistics come out...

...they might be saying Mass
down there again real soon.

I'm Captain Wyms.
Sorry to disturb you so late, ma'am.

Do you know this man?

Edmond.

Edmond?

Stop! Stop!

Drop the g*n! Drop that g*n!

Drop the g*n. Please, kid.

Just drop the g*n.

- Please don't make me sh**t.
- Drop the g*n or I will sh**t.

Edmond, don't!

- Drop it now, g*dd*mn it.
- Just drop the g*n, kid.

- Do it now.
- Drop the g*n.

Get on your knees.

- Why'd you do it?
- Get down on your knees!

Get down on your knees right now!

Why'd you let that man
do that to you?

He got arrested for stealing a car
six months ago.

I needed his bail money.

Shouldn't have done it, Grandma.

Why'd you be his whore?

What are you doing here?

You got Emolia to lie for you.

Now you know the difference
between a lie and the truth?

You think I'm a cop-k*ller?

Maybe I am.

You're a cop, right?

That sounds like a direct thr*at
on my life, detective.

Know what that means?

Means you just stepped
onto an entirely new playing field.

For your sake...

...I hope you know
the rules of the game.

That it? You came all the way
down here just to blow words by me?

It's a street tactic.

Always let the bad guy know
you're onto his game.

Makes him change tack.

So he makes mistakes.

Then I guess I should let you know...

...that you're wanted for questioning
in the m*rder of Curtis Lemansky.

There are unis at your house.
And they're waiting to bring you in.

Gavino Galles?

This is the address
INS gave me for the cousin.

Nobody home.

What a shock. Let's go.

Oh, that's gross.

Dutch. Bloody cat prints.

Crime scene. Tread lightly.

Six-Paul-Thirty-Two requesting
four additional units...

...and CSU at 89 San Marcos.

I've got multiple 187 s.

Three, possibly four...

You gotta be sh1tting me.

They're asleep.

Just didn't feel like going home.

Sorry I dropped out this week.

They just need to hear your voice.

What is it?

Kavanaugh's trying to prove I had
something to do with Lem's death.

Oh, my God. That's ridiculous.

Yeah, he got some lowlife CI
to lie for him.

What are you gonna do?

Last year, Captain Rawling
initiated an enquiry...

...into the Farmington
g*ng and Drug Unit.

Supervised by Lieutenant Kavanaugh
from IAD...

...this department conducted
a seven-month investigation...

Daddy.

Get out.
Go back in your room right now!

I'm sorry,
I just didn't want her to see.

- fled justice,
became a wanted fugitive.

No doubt the thought of years
in prison...

...was a frightening proposition.

We'll never know what triggered
Detective Lemansky's reluctance...

...to serve his time,
because less than 24 hours later...

...he was found brutally m*rder*d.

Someone dropped a live grenade
in the front seat of his car.

That m*rder investigation is ongoing,
and as of yet...

...no suspects are in custody.

Our condolences go out to Detective
Lemansky's friends and family.

But within this tragedy,
there is a message.

One that I hope
will shak e this department to its core.

Breaking the law
and wearing a badge...

...is a dangerous combination.

And this city will not tolerate it.

This department will not tolerate it.

It's the primary objective of this police
council over the next 18 months...

...to squash corruption
within our own ranks.

Cops inv olved in any illegal activities
will be rooted out.

They will be relieved of duty...

...and prosecuted
to the full extent of the law.

Just as Detective Curtis Lemansky
was being prosecuted...

...for his corrupt actions.

You son of a bitch.

This community needs officers...

...who are peaceful and trustworthy
civil servants.

It's our goal to return dignity
and respect to the badge...

...and give the men and women
who wear one a reason to be proud.

Nothing personal.