06x07 - Exiled

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06x07 - Exiled

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Previously, on The Shield:

My detective found 12 bodies hacked
to pieces. Well, 11 bodies, one arm.

Machete's w*apon of choice
for the Salvadorans.

Supports the tip
that Aceveda's cronies gave us...

...that the K*llers were Salvadorans.

Victims were all Mexican illegals.

- ID's?
- All but the arm.

My guy at INS ID'd the arm from the
San Marcos house. Eduardo Romero.

Mid-level bureaucrat
in the Mexican government.

It could embarrass people
on both sides of the border.

You solve this, that's a dozen
murders in the win column.

It might be enough
to keep these doors open.

You know a guy named Hernan?

He's a fed undercover
in the Salvadoran organization.

Benjamin Westcott Gilroy?

The Mexican authorities
sent him back.

- Any family?
- Wife.

I k*lled Lem.

Please forgive me, please, I can't...
I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.

You dropped a grenade in his lap?

- What did you do? Did you run?
- Shane?

I did what I thought
had to be done at the time.

He wouldn't go to Mexico.

I told him about the
money we'd send him.

- He never turned on us.
- Couldn't afford to take the chance.

I mean, all I was doing
was following your game plan, coach.

Get in your truck, drive away.
Leave here before I k*ll you.

I called you all last night.
Did you talk to Shane?

- What happened?
- He did it.

He k*lled Lem.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- He confessed?
- He pocketed a grenade...

...before Aceveda even told us
about Lem's deal.

He looked him right in the eye,
dropped it in his lap and ran.

Never included us,
never talked to us.

Just took it on himself
and k*lled a guy...

...who was only looking out for us.

- Where is he now?
- Oh, no.

It's over. He's never coming back.
He's moved on.

Are we here for Hernan?

He called a meet.
Said it was important.

Reaching out to me
is a big risk to your cover.

I know. I went to upload Zinman
on the spare arm...

...that you guys found
in San Marcos.

And I was met by some new guy,
Talbert.

They gave you
a new handler midstream?

Yeah. This guy knew
the arm belonged to Romero.

Told me to leave it alone.
End of conversation.

A Mexican official loses a limb...

...on a hacked-up pile
of dead Mexi illegals...

...and the U.S. and Mexican
governments both turn a blind eye?

I've seen this sh*t go down before.

Some fed up the food chain is getting
greased to keep it off the books.

Brings in his own overseer,
keeps everyone else in the dark.

You don't trust
who you're tethered to then.

You're lost undercover.

Until I know more,
I need a lifeline.

Throwaway cell phone.

Number can't be traced
to anybody.

You need me, you call me.

Salvadorans are promoting.
I could use a push to captain.

I get my own crew, open me up
to a whole lot of g*ng secrets.

How big a push do you need?

Bosses are meeting
at Lonya's Bar on 9th.

Need a raid at 2:00 sharp.

What am I gonna find?

Nothing. I'm gonna tip them off
before you show.

Tell them I got a mole in the P.D.

We'll come a-knocking.

- What's up?
- A street fair...

...with confetti and dead bodies.

Got six sh*t up at the
El Salvador del Mundo festival.

Four dead, multiple injuries,
women and children.

I was waiting to see the Mexican
payback for the San Marcos murders.

- City tacticals?
- No, we're on our own.

Shane called in sick today.
He okay?

Seemed fine last night.

Unis are outnumbered.
Help them out.

Spoke to three witnesses,
all the same story.

Six Mexican bangers
wearing backpacks.

- All wearing Byz Lat ink.
- Nobody pays attention...

...until they pull out shotguns,
sh**ting everybody.

Salvadorans sponsored this fair.

This looks like retaliation
for San Marcos house murders.

Hernan said the El Salvadorans
had nothing to do with San Marcos.

- It was an internal Mexican beef.
- He's wrong. This smells like payback.

- Bad intel on his part?
- He lied.

Hey, hey, step back.
Hey, hey, ma'am.

My son. My son is sh*t.

Let me see him. No!

Look, I'm sorry, you're gonna have
to stay behind the line, okay?

We need to talk to Hernan. Find out
why he lied to us about San Marcos.

Salvadorans are close
to giving him his captain stripes.

He must not want local law
turning up the heat.

Stepping on his upward mobility.

- Plus, he's nervous.
- About what?

Got a buddy at INS who ID'd
the chopped-off arm...

...at the San Marcos house.

It belongs to Eduardo Romero.
He's a mid-level Mexican bureaucrat.

Hernan contacted me this morning.
He's nervous because ICE...

...is telling him to back away
from the Romero trail.

Sounds like somebody in lmmigration
doesn't wanna get b*rned.

Hernan reached out to me because
he doesn't trust his chain of command.

Doesn't mean we have to back off.
Run with that Romero lead.

It might be our break
in the San Marcos case.

Find the Byz Lats
who sh*t the festival.

Hernan wants us to raid
a Salvadoran bar this afternoon.

He's gonna give an early heads up.

Earn points by keeping them
out of harm's way.

Salvadoran bosses
are planning retaliation.

We need to bring them in now.

Going in early
could set Hernan back.

He set us back by lying...

...about San Marcos
being Mexican-on-Mexican.

- He can gain favour some other way.
- Captain Wyms.

I know the street festival thing
looks bad.

I got the Strike Team
and my best detectives on it.

San Marcos is still unsolved,
now this.

Wilshire and Central
agreed to lend a hand.

I don't recall asking them for help.

Send copies of everything on the
street fair sh**ting and San Marcos...

...so Wilshire and Central
can back you up.

- Shane here?
- No, I haven't seen him.

He didn't come home last night.

- Everything all right between you two?
- Where the hell is he?

I'll be right out.

I don't know where Shane is.
Ask the captain, she might help you.

He doesn't do anything without
you knowing. Don't d*ck me around.

I'm not. That's his job.

I know what happened last night.

It was a busy evening.
You'll have to be more specific.

About Lem.

What about Lem?

- lf you did anything to hurt Shane...
- Why would I hurt Shane?

- What is it you think you know?
- I know everything about Shane.

We don't have any secrets.

Open and honest.

That's always the best way, right?

g*dd*mn it.
Bosses got out of here in a hurry.

Waitress said they all took off
when they heard about the sh**ting.

Hernan knew we'd come early
for the bosses.

He just pulled them out early
to gain trust.

- I think this guy's kind of an assh*le.
- Let's flip it.

Yeah?

Hey, sorry
I missed your llamada, amigo.

- Still need them smokes.
- You with the bosses?

There a retaliation plan?

Not the regs.

That sh*t burns like garbage.

- Garbage?
- Mak e sure you got them in stock.

Found your cigars.
These the addresses for the bosses?

Bueno, put two aside for me.
Don't forget me.

Pick you up with the rest of them?

Take back the assh*le comment
about Hernan. He came through.

Wants us to scoop him
with the rest of the bosses.

Preserves his cover,
gets sh*t-callers off the street.

- Buys us time to make a peace.
- But the sh**t were Byz Lats.

Just picking up the Salvadorans might
raise suspicion we've got a guy inside.

g*ng sweep. Wide net.
Salvadorans and Mexicans.

Hernan's just another sad brown face
in the paddy wagon...

...until we can get him alone.

How can I help with the fallout?

Phillips had me send over
our case files to Wilshire and Central.

- He's gonna shut this place down.
- I would have heard something.

He's bringing them up to speed,
so when they split the Farm in half...

...the transition goes smoothly.

They're keeping it under the radar
to protect morale.

It's hard to motivate cops when
your home base is a sinking ship.

I'll look into it on a policy level.

How can I help right now?

Those extra bodies
you threatened to spoil us with?

- I need them.
- For what?

g*ng sweep. Gonna bring in as many
Byz Lats, Salvadorans as we can.

Gives us time to find the sh**t,
negotiate a peace.

Mexican and Salvadoran communities
both feel victimized.

- It sounds punitive.
- It's a warrant sweep.

It's bringing felons in
from the front lines.

It'll feel like a siege.

ICE has an undercover operative
high up the Salvadoran food chain...

...I need to protect.

I gotta pick him up
without anyone getting wise.

He can help us end this.

Four-screen movie theatre.

Restaurants, shopping.

Walking distance from our low-income
housing and medical centre.

Sounds like a community.

These people work hard
for their money.

Shouldn't have to bus
to Beverly Hills to spend it.

Did you hear about
the street fair sh**ting?

Oh, yes. It's awful.

Looks like Byz Lat retaliation
for the San Marcos house murders.

Why am I not surprised?

Captain Wyms
is planning a g*ng sweep.

Everyone with
an outstanding warrant.

A blitzkrieg against Latinos.

A pre-emptive safety measure.

Getting g*ng members off the street,
keep the community safe.

Between my media contacts...

...and your community
and commercial clout...

...we convince the press,
the neighbourhood...

...that we're here to help.

These people,
they don't see us Latinos.

They see a developer
and a former cop.

The Barn's at risk.

If Captain Wyms doesn't reduce
crime stats, it goes away.

Which means
less cops in our district.

So, what good is all this
if we can't protect it...

...or the people who come here?

Salvadore?o women and children
were injured today.

A sweep of their community.
It's not protection, it's an as*ault.

There's an operative
inside the Salvadorans...

...who can help solve
the street fair sh**ting.

We need to pick him up
without casting suspicion.

The g*ng sweep protects his cover.

I can't spin this alone, man.

Can you help me sell this?

Tell me what to do.

Hey, buddy.

Miss me? You miss me?

What do you think?
Where the hell have you been?

I've just been driving. Thinking.

Maybe you were getting
your d*ck sucked...

...by your underaged Nubian whore?

Hey, watch your mouth.

- It's not my mouth I'm worried about.
- Don't throw that sh*t in my face.

I left you a message,
said not to wait up.

Yeah, that was 24 hours ago.

- And I'm still up.
- Mara, my cell d*ed.

- I couldn't get to a phone...
- I didn't know what happened to you.

I'm sorry. I'm okay.
I was just figuring some sh*t out.

- Okay, I promise, I promise.
- I was so freaked out.

I went to Vic...

...but I didn't believe him
when he told me...

You talked to Vic?

When you didn't come home
I went to the Barn looking for you.

- Well, what did you say to him?
- I just asked him where you were?

He scared the sh*t out of me.

Why would he scare you, Mara?

Mara, what did you say to him?

- I don't know. I just...
- Did you say anything about Lem?

Did you?

I think he might have figured it out.

g*dd*mn it.

What else, Mara?
What else did you say to him?

I told him we didn't have
any secrets.

You know who this guy is?
What he's done?

The sh*t he can do, Mara?
Not just to me, but to you and Jacks?

What's he done?

The two of you,
what else have you done, Shane?

- What?
- Enough.

Is he gonna tell them about Lem?
Will they send you to prison?

- He's not gonna say anything...
- You can't go to jail.

He's not gonna say anything.
Because I know everything he's done.

So you're a thr*at to him. Oh, God.

We gotta get out of here.
We gotta get out of L.A.

I know. I put a call in this morning
to Vice to try and get my spot back.

I'll work for a year or so.

I'll squirrel away enough for us
to get out of here.

I just gotta take
some precautions first.

What do you mean?

Listen to me. I don't want you
to say anything, okay? Just listen.

I want you to pack a bag
for you and Jackson.

Just light, but enough
to live on for a while.

- What're you gonna...?
- Just listen to me.

All right, this is just a backup plan.

Just in case we gotta get out of here
in a hurry, okay?

Oh, sh*t.

l... I'm supposed
to see Corrine tomorrow.

- She's gonna give me some baby stuff.
- You know what? That's good.

That's good. Make a day out of it.

Vic won't do anything to us...

...when we're
with his wife and kid, right?

Our two key targets.

Octavio Menez, he's calling sh*ts for
the Salvadorans while Guardo's MIA.

SWAT, you're all about him, okay?

My team's on Santi Galas,
who's next in line as Byz Lat CEO.

Okay, the rest of you,
know your man and your location.

We move to set positions
in 15 minutes.

These scumbags live with family.
That means elderly and kids.

So safety off, but easy on the trigger.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Ronnie.

You're bringing in Hernan. They know
Mackey, we need a new face.

We surveilled his apartment. He lives
with two bangers. Hit them hard.

Bedroom's on the southeast side.

Agent Talbert, ICE.

You can't run an op
involving my men...

...without coordinating
through my office.

This op is sensitive. We didn't
have time to run it by Washington.

We've got a tight lid on this,
but we do need the contact password.

- I'm not signing off.
- Then don't.

We'll doing it without your help.

I'm putting a stop to this.

Fed suits swarming
a local warrant sweep?

Might as well paint a bull's-eye
on Hernan's back.

And we don't answer to your bosses.
Let's go.

sh*t. Hey.

Password's honeycomb.

He calls you off for any reason,
you let him go.

All right.

Take your positions.
Move on my signal.

Let's go.

Police, freeze!

- Honeycomb.
- Let me see your hands.

g*dd*mn it.

Santi's out the back.

- Police!
- Go, go, go.

Don't move.

Godspeed.

- Can I help you?
- Shane Vendrell.

- One of Vic's guys.
- Can I talk to you for a minute?

A minute, yeah.

- What do you need?
- A few weeks ago you gave Vic...

...some information
about your late husband.

Regarding Ben's time in Mexico.
People he knew down there.

Vic said he needed that stuff
to close out Ben's case.

Right.

Well, I'm actually working
a similar thing, and...

And I'm gonna have to get those facts
from you as well, if you don't mind.

What case are you working?
What is this?

I can't discuss the details with you.
You have to turn over that information.

I don't want to have to file
a failure-to-cooperate charge.

I was married to a cop
for 20 years, assh*le.

Don't thr*aten me
with bullshit charges.

- Get out of here.
- Daughters know about their father?

- What?
- Know he ripped off the city?

Disgraced the badge
for some Latina snatch?

- Shut up.
- They know he choked on puke?

d*ed a poor miserable drunk
in some Mexi sh*t-hole?

Those autopsy photos are brutal.
You want your daughters to see them?

I want those Mexican
money contacts by tonight.

Or I show and tell your girls
the whole ugly truth.

I'll show myself out.

Look, man, we know why
you lied about San Marcos...

...being an internal Mexican beef.
- What we don't know is the truth.

Mexicans got
something big brewing.

Byz Lats are working the cartel
outside Mexico City.

Salvadorans want a piece of it.

Chopping the bodies at San Marcos
was sending a message to share.

Share what?

Only the captains know that.

That's why I needed that favour.
Gotta earn my stripes.

And the missing limb of a
Mexican government official?

I don't know how that got in the mix.

We can't afford a retaliation
for the street fair sh**ting.

You need to mediate a peace between
Salvadoran bosses and the Byz Lats.

There's no peace
without the sh**t paying the price.

I don't make the rules.

If we get the sh**t,
dump them in Chino...

...let the Salvadorans celebrate
with a little shiv-fest...

...you think you could convince
the Salvadoran grand Pooh-Bah...

...to let that satisfy his blood lust?

Octavio's not gonna promote me
to captain if I'm talking like Gandhi.

Talk like Tr*mp.

Tell him it's about settling the beef
so everyone can get back to business.

I'll see what I can do.

You know the Salvadorans swinging
the machetes at San Marcos?

No, I don't. It'd be the death
of my cover if I started asking.

The Salvadorans are closing ranks.

It's getting too dangerous
for you to be out there.

I just spent six months
in a Salvadoran lockup...

...two years here with these animals.

You're not pulling me out of this.

If he can help settle this beef,
earn his stripes...

...it could give us a front row seat...

...to whatever the Mexi gangs
have brewing.

Okay.

Need a minute.

Got a call from Vice.
Shane's put in for his old position.

Makes sense. Lem gone.

Me being forced out maybe.
It's the right move.

So you didn't know about it?

He also requested
two weeks unpaid leave.

Same amount of time
you might have left.

- This news bulletin have a point?
- His downtime is gonna be denied.

It'll take two weeks to process
his request.

Means you'll still
be working together.

Fine. Then let me get back at it.

Don't leave me hanging here.

If something happened between you
that affects the job, I need to know.

What's affects the job
is our friend getting blown to sh*t.

You got a problem with Shane,
take it up with his team leader.

I'm just a hired hand here now.

Byz Lats and the Salvadorans
were playing nice together.

Paid them to protect your drug run.

Come on, Santi,
don't you Biz Lats know...

...you gotta get along
with these psychos?

Either that or get a grenade
shoved up your ass.

- Ain't nothing up my ass except you.
- Yeah? How am I feeling?

If these street fair sh**t
were to go down...

...it would make your life
a whole lot easier.

Not to mention more profitable.

Blood's gonna keep spilling
unless they feel vindicated.

I mean, you better settle this soon or
you're gonna have nothing left to run.

We know
who the Salvadorans were...

...who hacked up
your illegal cousins at San Marcos.

We were just waiting
for some red tape to clear...

...then we're gonna pick them up
in a few days.

Maybe these guys get lost
on the way back to the Barn.

End up in a bad neighbourhood,
somehow?

Tell me where to lose them.

If I sacrifice my own guys
and give you the sh**t.

Blood for blood.

The old-fashioned way.

The score's even.

The street calms down, everybody
gets back to commerce, right?

Let me make a call...

...that can't be traced.

Throwaway phone.
Use all the minutes you need.

Hey, so where exactly
are we gonna find...

...these San Marcos K*llers?

Somewhere, eventually.

That Gilroy's widow?

- Nance, everything all right?
- What the hell is your guy up to?

- What guy?
- That g*dd*mn hillbilly.

That's interesting.

- What's going on?
- He showed up at my house today.

Wanted that information
I gave you weeks ago.

- Ben's Mexican contacts?
- Yeah.

Said he's working on
some hush-hush case.

Nothing I know about.

I gave you those contacts
on the Q.T.

If they find out
I was funnelling money to him...

No, they won't.

I told IAD that I dug up that intel.

So they'd put Ben's case to bed.

Leave you and the girls alone.

So if I put a call in to IAD,
they'll know what I'm talking about?

Jesus Christ. It never ends, does it?

I'll take care of Shane.

He threatened to tell my girls
all the dirty details.

The embezzlement, the affair.

Gonna show them autopsy photos.

I have done everything in my power
to keep them protected...

...from the wreckage of that assh*le.

You rein him in, Vic,
or so help me God...

I'll take care of it.


I'm sorry.

He's coming by tonight, late.

What the hell was that about?

Shane's getting ready
for a long, cold winter.

He's looking for Gilroy's
Mexican contacts.

- He thinks you're coming after him?
- Put in for a transfer to Vice too.

He's covering all his bases.

We gonna be one of the bases
he tries to cover?

- I need to talk to the baker.
- Okay.

I am Yezik. Can I help you?

- What the hell is this sh*t?
- Barazek.

No wonder you give it away for free.
Tastes like old tires.

Heard you got some old school guy,
Kesakian, running your bakery now.

- Need to chat with him.
- Don't know Kesakian.

I see about a dozen health
code violations in this room alone.

Gives me authority to
opening up all your ovens.

You sure all I'm gonna find
is half-baked barazek?

Maybe I can take a message
to someone.

That'd be swell, Yezik.

Tell Kesakian I've got
a business proposition for him.

I'm a cop he's gonna need to know.

Shane's... He's just so hard
to access sometimes.

- Did Vic talk about the job much?
- Not really.

I'd ask him about things.
Try to get him to open up.

After a while, I stopped asking.

Shane tells me some stuff.

That's probably better.
It'll keep you close.

I gotta be honest, sometimes
I wish he didn't tell me anything.

- It kind of freaks me out.
- Well, the job sucks.

Turned our marriage bad
and made him hard.

He wasn't like that
when I first met him.

He was pretty sweet actually.

He's had a tough run.

- The IAD charges and stuff with...
- Yeah, those were all bullshit.

He had nothing to do
with Lem's m*rder.

I know.

- And I am glad it got worked out.
- Yeah. We all are.

It's the off-duty sh*t
that scares me the most.

You know?

No, I don't.

I'm gonna get you more juice.

Eduardo Romero.

Mexico's Assistant Secretary
of Trade and Export Eduardo Senior...

...V ice Secretary of Finance.

Hell's this guy's hacked-off arm
doing in Farmington.

Where's the rest of the corpse?

You... You sure you know
where you're going?

I used to troll for UCLA hotties
when I was in community college.

Wasn't gonna take them back
to Alhambra so I'd drive up here...

...say I'm going to my folks' place.

This worked?

- You'd be surprised.
- How'd you pull it off?

Never went in.

Find a place with the lights on,
tell them my folks came home early.

We'd have to go to her place.

Amazing how quick the thighs open
when they think your folks got coin.

Looks like Eduardo's ex found herself
a rich gringo.

You know, Dutch, I could teach you
a few things about women if you want.

Why don't you write them down
and I can read them at my leisure.

- Kesakian?
- I'm an associate, Ellis Rezian.

What is this, man?
I wanted to speak to Kesakian.

I'm sorry. You want to talk business.
We're here in good faith.

Kesakian's insulated.

Rumours must be true.

Old world muscle's moving back
in the hood.

Just trying to teach our American-born
about loyalty and respect.

Maybe I can help.

Set a good example.

Been a while since we had
a good relationship with law.

Chopping people's feet
will strain any relationship.

- We'd like to fix that.
- That's funny. I'm a fixer.

There's a new gas station
on Talmadge.

Iraqi-owned.

Apparently they have
their own Arab-based petrol supplier.

Sounds fishy.

Could be funnelling money
back to al Qaeda.

I better check it out.

That would give me comfort.

You and me both.

Thanks for coming down.

Must be important.
To drive all the way out to my house.

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

- About?
- Your ex-husband.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Years ago. Before I got remarried.

Still talk to him occasionally. Why?

Eduardo's severed arm was found
with several other dead bodies.

We haven't been able
to locate the rest of Eduardo.

Oh, my God.

Has anybody from the Mexican
government contacted you?

- Explained he was missing?
- No.

We're trying to piece together
what he was doing in L.A.

- Who his contacts were.
- He came up here.

Twice a year, maybe three.

You know why?

He had family interests to attend to.

Never got specific.

Always stayed at a small hotel
in Koreatown.

Could've afforded better
but this place is private.

Where are we
on Romero and San Marcos?

Eduardo Romero checked
into a hotel under an alias...

...two days before they hacked
his arm off.

That's why we couldn't find him.
Manager says he hasn't been back.

Hotel manager gave the plate number
of the Mercedes he was driving.

It's an open-ended rental out of LAX.
Car hasn't been returned yet.

Whoever was driving that car
either chopped up Romero...

...and the bodies on San Marcos
or they know who did.

High-end rentals all have LoJacks.
We're on our way there now.

Salvadorans are onboard.

Let's see
where the Mexicans are at.

We'll settle our part of the deal
when we're alone.

Byz Lats wanted
to do the right thing.

I can give you three sh**t.

We have witnesses who saw six.

I'm saying there's only three.

And you stop looking for any others.

- We're not gonna do any better.
- Three murderers walk free.

- Three don't.
- It closes this case.

Gives us a break
from more bloodshed.

Okay.

Bring them in.

The others will find their way
into our net eventually.

The place you tracked me down,
put the g*n to my head.

Lose the Salvadorans there.

We'll teach them how
to use a machete.

You wanna get some backup on this?
What if Santi's setting us up?

- His three sh**t could be 10.
- This is a straight up deal.

He wants us off the scent of whatever
the Byz Lats have brewing.

Giving up these idiots is a bargain.

You're not gonna believe this.

What? What is it?

Spin them this way.
We'll go in the side door.

Let's go.

- Show me your hands!
- Police!

Get against the wall right now!
Against the wall.

Don't move. Show me your hands.

- On your head, man. On your head.
- Don't move.

Don't you move.

All aboard.

Black Mercedes is in the garage.

Ready?

Don't move. Hands on your head.
Hands on your head.

Turn around.

Eduardo Romero?

Glad we found the rest of you.

- It's okay. We're the police.
- Fine. Leave.

We need to ask you
a few questions first.

What happened to your arm?

I'm a Mexican official.

Diplomatic immunity.

- And I told you to leave.
- We need to get you to a hospital.

Dutch.

Ever hear of traveller's checks?

The consulate office is furious.

Claim Romero explicitly told you
not to bring him down here.

Brought him in for protective custody.
They chopped the guy's arm off.

Diplomatic immunity, Dutch.

International protocol.

This guy lost his arm
at a grisly crime scene.

He had a suitcase
full of unexplained cash.

He was present
at the San Marcos murders.

Mexican consulate's here
in 5 minutes.

- We'll never see this guy again.
- How we supposed to stop that?

Romero held on to that cash
like it was his missing hand.

Going home without it is
not an option.

Want him to stick around, make sure
his $230,000 luggage gets lost.

That amount of money is booked.

Technically we should notify
and send to Narcotics.

Thirty-five percent of bills test
positive for drug residue.

A lot of bills, a lot of testing.

Could be tied up
in the system a while.

I'll expect a lot of angry calls
from diplomats.

Mexican and our own.

But maybe Romero hangs
around L.A. long enough...

...for us to get into him
and cr*ck this case.

Get that suitcase out of here...

...before his "get out of the country
free" card shows up.

Open it.

Your bail came through.

Let's go.

These are the shotgun Mexis,
broke up your little street fair today.

Too bad you can't hang around,
get better acquainted.

Get out. Get out!

We kept our end of the deal,
delivered the sh**t.

- Let's hope Hernan can keep his.
- He will.

We stopped the blood. For now.

- Thanks again for the toys.
- You're welcome.

I'm sorry if I said too much earlier.

- I got a lot on my mind...
- It's no problem.

I've been there myself, so...

Something happened
between Vic and Shane.

Some kind of rift and it's pretty bad.

I don't get involved in Vic's business.

Well, I get involved Shane's.

We're still married.
And I'm worried about him.

Maybe you should talk
to your children's father.

What, you think Vic's gonna
do something to him?

Tell Vic we don't want any trouble.

- He can get hurt too.
- What?

He has just as much to lose
as we do, if not more.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Just tell him, okay?

Hey.

Number 1? How much?

All of it.

I need to see your supply invoices.

My gasoline is legal, man.

I'm the one with the badge.
I'll decide whether it's legal or not.

You can't just order me
to show information.

You need a warrant.

Might wanna have a look
at that badge.

That gives me the right
to your receipts.

I'm a citizen, man.

Yeah? Not in my world.

See here you got a shipment
coming tonight from Nawzad Oil.

Maybe they're on
the Homeland Security watch.

You're gonna refuse that shipment.

That's bullshit, man.
I need the gasoline.

Don't worry. Another supplier
will be here to fill up all your tanks.

- What supplier?
- I'm not sure.

But I'm guessing it ends in l-A-N.

The Armenians.

They put you up to this?

Nobody puts me up to anything.

I'm just a guy looking out
for the best interests of his country.

I'll be back tonight
to check on your patriotism.

Where's Hernan?

He called me. He's 20 minutes late.

I know. We lost contact with him.

What's that mean?

Any way you could have compromised
his cover?

No. No, you saw our operation.
It was strictly on a need-to-know basis.

sh*t.

Claudette Wyms,
captain at the Barn.

I found this buried under paperwork
when I moved into my office.

It was taken from Ben
when he was being processed.

Never made its way to you.

And you thought now would be
the right time to return them?

No.

You seemed upset at the Barn today.

Wondering if I could help.

It's nothing. It's taken care of.

I have two girls.

A little older, same age difference.

Can't find a picture of my ex
anywhere either.

Guess we knew
how to pick them, right?

Mine had his demons.

He was sh*t in the head,
front seat of the car...

...with my oldest sitting next to him.

How they dealing with that?

I don't know. Seem okay.

Never know what's going on
in their heads.

No, they don't tell you anything.

Well, after a while you stop asking.

Good night.

You ever blame yourself?

Putting them through all that sh*t?

Not anymore.

Good for you.

You need my help, you call me.

A few weeks ago...

...V ic wanted to know how Ben
got ahold of cash down in Mexico.

You wired him money
when he was on the run?

- That would be aiding and abetting.
- Tough choice for a wife and mother.

Vendrell came by today,
wanted the same information.

He's all jacked up.

- I just don't want Vic and his guys to...
- I won't let them hurt you in this.

One-Tango-13, I have a white male,
possible DB.

- Requesting an RA unit.
- Jesus.

Thinking premium
or regular unleaded?

Don't come to this house again.

Keeping the widow warm
since the old man's been gone?

You've destroyed enough families.

You leave hers alone.

Don't worry.

It's not like it's a live grenade
or anything.

It's Gilroy's Mexican information.

Good luck on the goat farm.

I hear Ju?rez P. D 's looking
for a few good hombres.

Think if I was gonna run...

...I 'd set up the same deal
we had for Lem?

One you knew all the details to?

Come on, Vic,
you taught me better than that.

I knew if I cranked up Nancy's motor
it'd get you here.

On neutral ground.

So that I could give you this.

What is it?

The original is in a warm, safe place.

Now, anything happens to me
or my wife or my son...

...even my mailman,
anybody that I am close to...

...that lands on IAD's doorstep.

Just imagine every wrong,
brutal thing we have ever done.

It's hard to do, isn't it?

We've done so many.
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