01x04 - Landmines

[bunniefuu]

-[phone beeps]
-[Parker] Previously on Ballard...

Cops can be assholes.
Doesn't make it personal.

You were my partner, and
I should've had your back.

I wasn't just your
partner. I was your friend.

-I just...
-No, get off me!

[Tutu] You keep putting these
walls up around yourself.

You're the one missing the view.

[Bosch] Harmon Harris. He and
this other guy, Adam Lennox,

they said that they'd been
out together that night.

Ironically, this guy Lennox was a
student in Harris's acting class.

[Ballard] Sarah Pearlman
was interested in acting.

Maybe Harmon Harris
coached her too.

Good a lead as any.

Dispo order? Who signed for it?

[Ballard] Guy named
Charlie Grant.

He worked Gangs with Laffont
back in the day. [sighs]

So I'm gonna be roping him in.

Is that a good idea?

What am I supposed to know about
some ill*gal getting whacked?

The b*llet that k*lled him
is missing from Property,

and you signed the dispo order.

You know she has a habit of
making false accusations,

and almost ruined a
good man's career.

[Colleen] Who would order a b*llet to
be destroyed in an unsolved m*rder?

[Parker] Look, it's one thing
to let a John Doe go unsolved.

But they destroyed
the damn evidence?

This is a cover-up.

Why can't you see what's
right in front of you?

You wanna help me?

Get your g*dd*mn badge.

[Parker] Paw Paw,
I wanna go back.

It's rotten.

I struggled to find
a reason to stay.

[Parker] Then why did you?

When you knew what your so-called
brothers were capable of?

[Grandaddy Parker] Because
once you know that,

someone has to
watch the watchmen.

Gonna be near impossible
investigating potential corruption

without stepping on a land mine.

-So, we should just ignore it?
-That's not what he's saying.

I'm just saying, given the circumstances,
we might need more firepower.

[Parker] What we need

-is some physical evidence.
-[Laffont] If we loop in Berchem...

[Ballard] No Berchem.

And definitely no IA.

Look, this doesn't work unless
we're all on the same page.

You need to start trusting me.

[sighs] No one knows about this
until we figure out what's going on.

And that includes the squad.

As far as they're concerned,
this is a John Doe m*rder

until we can prove corruption.

[Parker] Gonna be hard to do. We
don't have a b*llet to work off of.

[phone beeps]

That may not be the case.

What do you mean?

Head back to the Ahmanson.
Martina can fill you in.

Fill me in on what?

We may get that
b*llet after all.

I told Hastings we were
re-interviewing this witness

in Laura Wilson's case.

I just hope we don't
stall out here.

So, Adam Lennox.

What was Bosch's take on him
during the initial investigation?

He thought he was covering for Harmon
Harris. Just couldn't figure why.

-[bell rings]
-[director] Quiet on set.

Maybe now that he's
dead, he'll give it up.

Gotta love LA.

[scoffs]

So, how do we find Adam?

You said he works
in craft service.

Just find the doughnuts.

[chattering on TV]

Can I help you?

-You're Dolores, right?
-Yes.

I understand that you
knew Yulia Kravetz.

I wanted to ask you a
couple of questions about...

You police? I thought you
got the guy who did it.

Oh. [stutters] I'm
just a volunteer.

Uh... And I'm not here
about the investigation.

I know Yulia came from Ukraine,

and I wanna find her family,
let them know what happened.

I'm sorry. I didn't know
much about her family.

Hmm.

Did she ever say their names
maybe, or what town she was from?

She didn't talk about
home. It made her sad.

She missed the coffee though.

Wherever she was from,
they were famous for it.

Adam Lennox?

I'm Detective Ballard, LAPD.

I have some questions for you about
an old friend of yours, Harmon Harris.

Harmon?

He died two years ago.

You alibied for him back in '08 in
the Laura Wilson m*rder, that right?

Yeah. I told the
detective back then

that he'd be crazy to think Harmon
could do something like that.

That would be Detective Bosch?

Uh, forget his name.
Super intense guy though.

Yeah. That would
be Detective Bosch.

So, you were with
Harmon all night?

I thought we settled all this.

It's not settled until
Laura's k*ller is found.

Look, I know it
wasn't Harmon, okay?

He was a decent guy.

He took care of a lot
of people back then.

Must've been hard
to lose him then.

And Laura too. She was so young.

Whole thing was a nightmare.

But it wasn't Harmon.

Tell us how you know.

Okay, look, I was covering for him.
But not because he k*lled Laura.

He was with another guy.

Intimately.

And Harmon wasn't out?

Harmon didn't care who knew about him
or what people thought. [chuckles]

He was covering
for the other guy?

We both were.

This guy's career just
started to really take off.

Outing him would've
ended all that.

So I said it was me.

We're going to need the name
of Harmon's actual alibi.

I can't do that.

Mr. Lennox, we're talking
about m*rder here.

[glass shatters]

Phil? [stammers] One second.

We need that name.

Do we? Right now?

And add this actor to
the list of casualties?

If Harmon is our
k*ller, then he's dead.

Why not try to prove
it some other way,

see if we can avoid any
other collateral damage?

We can always come back
to him if we have to.

-All right.
-[Adam] Look, guys,

-I should really be getting back to...
-Wait. One more question.

About the van you saw outside of
Laura's, a few nights before the m*rder?

Yeah, um, license plate started with a


Wait. It was a Ford?

-[Adam] Mm-hmm.
-It didn't say that in the report.

Funny.

I wouldn't have
known that back then.

[stammers] My brother-in-law bought
one just like it a couple years ago.

Definitely a Ford.

Yesterday on the Pearlman
case, this was our list.

Over 3,000 blue vans that matched the
description in Bosch's m*rder book.

Today, we have narrowed it
down to 378 blue Ford vans.

Ooh, a smaller haystack!

[Ballard] Split up
these VIN numbers.

Look for criminal records or
anything else that may be a flag.

-On our John Doe case, we...
-I have a lead.

All right, show 'em.

Mmm. I, um, hate to be that
guy, but what are we looking at?

Well, thanks to Martina
and one of her classmates,

that is the John Doe
b*llet that was destroyed.

How did you get this?

I promised him I'd go to a
Lord of the Rings marathon.

I don't think he meant...

Yeah. They used photos of the
b*llet from the John Doe autopsy.

Right. My friend, he
interns at a place

that builds renderings of crime
scene evidence for lawyers.

[Ted] Oh, that's cool.

It won't hold up in court.

It doesn't have to.
Just need a lead.

Now I can take this
to Firearms Freddie

and see if he can connect
it to any other crimes.

-[music playing on radio]
-You mind the radio?

As you can see, I'm not exactly
Bluetooth-capable in here.

My mom says the day they started
putting computers in cars

is the day it all went to hell.

You tell her yet, that
you joined the reserves?

Yeah, that's a
problem for future me.

-Look, about this morning, I...
-I know I got a little hot.

You're just making some
moves I didn't expect.

Like Laffont?

I know you trust him, but...

Look, he's like this car.

He's more reliable
than he looks.

I'll try.

[Ted] Last five of
the VIN are 11298.

I'd rather not hold.

[stammers, sighs]

[music playing on headphones]

[Colleen] Martina?

Martina?

[music continues]

Martina?

[gasps, in Spanish] Ay, dios.

[sighs]

Sorry. These are
my heavy-duty ones.

The brain's not braining
very well today. What's up?

I think I have something.

Slogging through these VIN numbers
didn't seem particularly efficient,

so I lobbed some details
about the Laura Wilson k*lling

-over to some m*rder buddies on Reddit.
-Naturally.

And this user named
HootDunlt reached out...

Did you say "HootDunlt"?

Yeah. HootDunlt. You
know, the owl theory?

The Staircase?

[stammers] Anyway, uh, Hoot messaged
me about a homicide in Vegas in '98.

Had some of the same deets,
including a blue Ford van.

Astonishingly accurate.

You know AI is gonna
take our jobs, right?

And then it's gonna
k*ll us in our beds.

Can you run it through NIBIN
without destroying the world?

For a Florida Ghost
Philodendron. Just a cutting.

Done.

Long as you can do it right now.

"Kathy Goodman, 27, was
on vacation in Vegas.

Seen at the Tropicana"...

[Ted] Oh, Tropicana.

The first swim-up
blackjack table in Nevada.

How's your VIN list coming?

Ugh.

Single woman, traveling alone.

Strangled to death in her motel.

Blue Ford van spotted
outside the night she died.

This could be our guy.

I should call Vegas PD, right? See
if they'll send the m*rder book?

You can't actually.

It needs to be
someone with a badge.

What?

-You can bribe him.
-Ding, ding, ding. We got one.

Incident within the
last five years?

Southeast Division case
from November 2023.

A suspect named...
[sighs] ...Javier Fuentes.

Charges?

Uh, "g*ng member in possession of a
loaded firearm, discharging a firearm."

Could be he's still in custody.

Maybe we can keep
him there for m*rder.

You're right. Strangled in her
bed just like Laura and Sarah.

Could be a third victim.

Gotta get into the m*rder
book to be certain.

[stutters] I reached out to the
captain in Vegas. He's sending it over.

And, um... [stammers]

Colleen's the one
who figured it out.

Colleen, go ahead.

[stammers] Rawls is right.
Uh, we need confirmation.

But if we work under the assumption
that it is the same k*ller,

we can assume that the van
was manufactured before 1998,

which narrows the amount of vans that
we have to track from 378 to, uh, 54.

Let's bump up the 54. And show me
the Vegas book when it gets here.

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay.

[Ballard] Great job.

Hey. Did Parker tell you we got a
hit on that John Doe dummy b*llet?

Guy's name is Javier Fuentes.
He's actually still in county.

-That's great.
-Yeah.

[clears throat] Um...

Listen.

-Uh...
-What's up?

It's about Chastain.

Is he calling you now?

Because he approached me outside
of Patrick's Roadhouse the other...

No, no. Renée...

there was a car accident.

Chastain is dead.

No one else was injured.

He just hit a telephone pole.

Let's get back to work.

["Speak Your Mind"
playing on radio]

[Aaron] Starting to take shape.

Hey.

Uh, you're early.

Oh, am I? It's nine o'clock.

It is. I lost track of time.

-I'll take one of those.
-Oh.

Aw, look at you.
Same goofy smile.

Is that your dad?

Yeah.

Is he still around?

No, he died when I was 14.

Surfing accident.

And Dr. Tutu in there thought it would be
cathartic for me to build his board, so...

Ah, 14. That's young.

Yeah.

Just one of those
things, you know?

It's always there.

[song continues]

[Ballard] You picked
up your badge.

Yeah, I'm official now.

Hey. I heard about
your old partner.

That's rough.

How long were you
guys working together?

Four years.

Put me this close to chocha,
you expect me to think straight?

Mr. Fuentes, you
were arrested in...

Call me Little Javi. I wanna
hear it come outta your mouth.

You were arrested for possession and
discharge of a firearm, November, 2023.

Parole violation and time served
if I ever get in front of a judge.

Maybe. Except we've just
connected that g*n to a m*rder.

[smacks lips]

No comeback for that?

Hold up.

Him?

-You know him?
-[stammers] No, no, no, no.

There's no way I'm doing
time for someone else's sh*t.

I walked in here on two legs, and I got
jumped over a plate of mashed potatoes!

If you didn't do it,
where'd you get the g*n?

I don't remember.
[stammers] I found it.

All I know is I didn't k*ll that dude.
[stammers] I wouldn't go near him.

Why? Who is he?

He's a coyote for the cartel.

[Ballard] Which one?

Tell us, or your name starts coming
out of our mouths on the streets...

Little Javi.

Zacatecas Nuevas.

Okay. Now tell me who that is.

Pending confirmation, we
no longer have a John Doe.

So our undocumented father on the
run was a coyote? I'm stunned.

Doesn't change the
job. Solve the m*rder.

What about that guy in jail
who got caught with the g*n?

Oh, he didn't do it.

-That your woo-woo talking?
-[chuckles] No.

He had an alibi.

Javier was on a job in Fresno
at the time Ibarra was k*lled.

Got the g*n afterward.

-So he's off the board.
-Great.

It's still progress, guys,
because of Martina's b*llet.

If I were giving out
stickers, she'd get two.

Hey. Do we have the m*rder
book on the Tropicana victim?

Yeah, but it's pretty thin.

Nothing concrete linking
her to our k*ller.

Let me have a look.

And, guys, let's keep
moving on those vans.

Hey, Ballard, I heard
the funeral is tomorrow.

I guess his wife wanted
to get it over with.

You going?

You know, we got a lot
going on. I'll see.

[sighs]

You bring that in?

Yep. Trying to warm
this place up a bit.

My next project is
the conference room.

Uh, hey. Are you, uh, still looking
for that Ukrainian girl's parents?

Yes, but I'm striking out.

I actually think I've reached the
end of the Internet. [chuckles]

[chuckles] That's saying
a lot coming from you.

Yeah. I think I found
the town that she's from.

They have a coffee
company that won an award.

-They grow coffee in Ukraine?
-Yeah. They roast coffee in Ukraine.

Anyway, I can't reach
anybody over there.

It's like... [smacks lips]
Uh, it's like a black hole.

Yeah.

[stammers] You know, one of
my security guys, Andrei.

He's from Kyiv. Ex-military.
He might be able to help.

Um. Wow. Yeah.

You'd do that?

I'm happy to.

[stammers] I'll get his number.

[Chastain family, through
phone] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

-♪ Happy birthday, dear Ballard ♪
-[chuckling through phone]

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

-You're gonna help me blow it out?
-Yeah.

Ready? One, two, three.

-Yay!
-[applauding through phone]

[Ballard] Did you guys
make these yourself? Boys?

-Daddy made the ugly ones.
-Of course he did.

-That is true. Yeah.
-[chuckles]

[knocks on door]

[sighs]

We found a '95 blue Ford registered
to a dude named Coleman up in Topanga.

And he's got a
record for stalking.

-Well, that fits our guy's MO.
-That's what I thought.

But the court documents
are sealed for privacy

so we don't know
much more than that.

[stammers] I can check it out.

Our firm deals with these
kind of creeps all the time.

Yeah, I'll swing by, see if there's
anything suspicious enough for a warrant.

You going alone? No backup?

You volunteering?

Great. The city ride won't start,
and I'm not waiting for a jump.

So, hope you like it bumpy.

[chuckles]

Martina said Topanga, I didn't
know she meant this far out.

You know, we should've
taken my Bimmer.

Bulletproof windows. Perks of
owning my own security company.

It's a door knock,
Rawls. Calm down.

-You nervous?
-Oh. [blows raspberry]

We don't know anything
about this guy.

What's the harm in calling
for a little bit of backup?

I call out the whole dog-and-pony
show, and he's not our k*ller...

-You got a little bit of egg on your face?
-[chuckles] Oh, man.

Big deal.

[sighs] Easy for you to say.

["Me Estas Olvidando" playing]

Are you Andrei?

I am.

-And you are Colleen.
-Yeah.

[grunts]

I hear Ukrainians are coffee
connoisseurs. Is it good?

No. But I will have another.

Oh, okay.

I appreciate you helping me.
[stammers] Can I pay you for your time?

I am paid well by Mr. Rawls.

Is he a good boss?

A loyal employee would
never answer this question.

Well, then you passed
the test. [chuckles]

Oh... [gasps,
whispers] ...my God.

I'm so sorry.

You are a policeman?

Um, undercover.

Very deep.

Long drive for a
whole lot of nothing.

[sighs] You know, a little positivity
goes a long way in this job.

You should get some.

Rawls.

-I told you this was just a door-knock.
-I'm just taking a look.

[Ballard] You know what's
so frustrating about you?

You could actually be good at this
if you quit acting like a boot.

Look, I know you're going through it
right now with your old partner and all.

But I'm not your enemy.

[car engine revs]

Son of a b*tch.

[Ted] Now what do we do?

Now we call for backup.

Right. [sighs]


airship, Topanga Canyon.

[static on radio]

That's not good.

[Ballard] Where the
hell is this guy going?


airship in Topanga Canyon.

Looks like we're on our own.

Great.

Look at that dust.

[Ted] Whoa.

Great. [sighs]

All right. Keep your eyes on
the back doors as we approach.

I'm gonna cover you while
you clear the passenger side.

But slow and easy.

Shots fired ends
badly for everyone.

Exit the vehicle!
Put your hands up!

Police! Exit the vehicle!

[engine rumbling]

[Ted] Passenger side clear.

[magazine loading]

-LAPD! Drop down your weapon now!
-Get off my g*dd*mn land!

-I don't care what kind of PI you are.
-Mr. Coleman, we are LAPD!

-Drop your weapon!
-I didn't break any

of her bullshit
restraining orders.

-We're investigating a m*rder.
-A m*rder?

-Put the g*n down.
-The hell is she saying now?

[Ballard] Drop your weapon now!

-It's just not fair.
-Backup's on the way, sir.

She has everything!

Drop it.

[Ted] Come on, buddy.

Put your hands behind your
head. Get on your knees.

-[breathes shakily]
-[Ballard] On your knees.

I just wanna see my kids.

I just wanna see my kids.

[breathes shakily] All right?

[stammers] I'm not a stalker,
I swear. I didn't k*ll anybody.

She won't... She
won't let me see 'em.

Okay, buddy. Come
on. Easy does it.

Come on. [chuckles]
Think about it.

Two basic rules. All
you need is a ball.

It's the most accessible
sport in the world.

And the most popular.

Okay, okay. I see you.

But if you're gonna get me into soccer,
I'm gonna get you into football.

The steroid-fueled concussion
factory? I don't think so.

[stammers] What? Come on.

Rams play, like, two miles
away from your office.

Would make a pretty
great second date.

You're very confident.

It's one of my flaws.

Seriously though,

I would k*ll for the experience
you're getting in Cold Cases.

I'm sh**ting for detective
in a couple years.

Mmm.

What?

Just picturing you in a suit.

And how do I look?

[sports hosts on TV chattering]

They're paying this
guy 50 million a year,

and it's a total waste
with this offensive line.

-[Gary] Hey, Teddy.
-Hey.

-Hey, buddy. You missed kickoff.
-Yeah, sorry.

I was stuck in the
woods for an hour

waiting for the blue
suits to impound that...

Hey. Let's get you a drink, huh?

Yeah, yeah.

No case talk in
front of Dad, okay?

I don't want him to get his hopes up
about Sarah until we got a solid lead.

Oh.

Right. Um, it's probably
gonna be a while.

Ballard's got us chasing down
every van this side of Vegas.

Hey, look, she might be a pain,
but she's right for the job. Hmm?

You gotta be kidding me. Hey, Jakey
They're going for it on 4th and 1.

Okay. Yeah.

Jake can feel what he wants about
Ballard, but he pays me to think for him.

If she's bungling the
investigation, I need to know.

Oh, no, I wouldn't go that far.

Hmm.

[Gary, Pearlman] Oh!

Sounds like you and Rawls had a real Butch
and Sundance moment out there in Topanga.

I mean, it got a little intense,
but then the guy settled down.

I wasn't worried about the
suspect. I was worried about Rawls.

Four hours together? [laughs]

I thought you'd be the only
one driving back from Topanga.

[smacks lips] He is a police boy for sure,
but he didn't do too badly out there.

Mmm. And what about
the suspect, Coleman?

Well, Darcy's rushing his
DNA, but he's not our guy.

I'm sure of it.

Between him and
Javier, we're 0 for 2.

-[sighs]
-Yeah.

Just got confirmation from
the authorities in Mexico.

Luis Ibarra is
definitely our John Doe.

And... [sighs] ...he had a baby
a year before he went missing.

So the kid in the video's
probably his. [sighs]

Do they know where
the kid is now?

Federales are tracking down
next of kin to notify them.

Maybe with them?

-Let's hope.
-Mmm.

Interesting choice of venue.

Yeah, no cops.

And they make a k*ller
Singapore sling.

Okay. Guys, where
do we go from here?

Javi's intel is holding up,

but it's not getting us any
closer to who k*lled our John Doe.

I think we should track down
Ibarra's family ourselves.

They may know something. We
can't count on the Federales.

-So tomorrow, why don't we do first...
-Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, you're out, right?

Why?

The funeral.

I don't know if
I'm going to that.

He was your partner.

You shouldn't let those
RHD assholes keep you away.

She's right.

Whatever the baggage, you'll
regret it if you don't go.

All right. [sighs]

-[Laffont] Ballard.
-[sighs] Sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

I just was...

It's all good. Fine.

[sighs, smacks lips]

[mournful music plays]

[Olivas] You two
made a great team.

Just came by to
offer my condolences.

{\an8}Never lost a partner.
I can't imagine.

[Laffont] Saved us
some seats over here.

Robert.

Hey, Tom.

Renée.

I didn't know you were coming.

Blame her.

She thought you could use
some solidarity today.

[Barrel] As most of you know,

Ken Chastain was my boot detective
just a thousand years ago.

First day I met him,
Captain called me in.

I'm expecting to
meet my new partner.

And there was this kid.

Baby face, wide eyes, ready to
fight for the good in the world.

I thought to myself, "How in the
hell did this mook make detective?"

[mourners laugh]

[Barrel] Well, pretty quickly I
found out that he had the stuff.

No doubt, the guy
was a goofball.

But we all know that that
goofball act is vital

to how we survive
doing this job.

It's how we look past that
line of life and death

that we all walk every day.

Ken Chastain could
always be depended on.

When things got bad, he was the
guy you wanted in your corner.

He was the one who would give
you the shirt off his back...

and then he would tell you
that it made you look fat.

[mourners chuckle]

To my friend. Ken!

[all] Ken!

Did I muck it up?

No, no. It was great. Great.

[Laffont] I know he
let you down, Renée.

I'd like to think
I wouldn't have.

But honestly, I know
what it's like...

to need to keep your head down.

Widow on your 6:00.

Glad we came.

I'm glad she came.

I can see why she read you in.

[chuckles]

It would've meant a lot
to him that you're here.

I know things didn't... [sighs]
...end well between you.

We had a lot of good times too.

He told me about your
argument the other night.

[inhales sharply]

He's been messed up for a while.

I tried so hard to
get him to rehab.

He was scared it
would ruin his career.

I had no idea it was that bad.

[sighs]

And he knew he got
it wrong, Renée.

About Olivas.

He overheard something
at work recently.

Olivas joking about
sleeping with an ex-partner,

saying that she
was back for more.

But it was the way
that Olivas said it.

It was like he had crossed
a line with this woman.

And Ken realized...

you were telling the truth.

It hit him hard, Renée.

[sighs] Goodbye. Take
care of yourself.

[sighs] Oh.

-Hey.
-Morning.

Did you ever hear
back from Andrei?

[stutters] I did. That's why I wanted
to catch you before you went inside.

Tell me.

Um...

Yulia's parents were
k*lled in the conflict.

The whole town was
pretty much leveled.

Um...

Which is why you haven't
been able to do your magic...

[stutters] Your Internet
magic, not your other magic.

-Oh, okay.
-I'm sorry, Colleen.

That's...

Wow.

[smacks lips, stammers] You
can go back inside. I just...

I need a minute. I'll be okay.

[sniffles]

[sniffles, sighs]

[Colleen sighs]

Thanks for coming
yesterday. Meant a lot.

It was no trouble.

[Ballard] So, why are we here?

Mr. Fuentes is very eager to help
the LAPD out in any way he can.

Oh. He was very eager to do a lot
of things last time we saw him.

But his cooperation is
predicated on a deal.

What kind of deal?

Time served and protection.

Why should we trust an ex-con
with known ties to the cartel?

That's exactly why.

[sighs] If he's talking,
he needs assurances.

Look, due to backlogs, my
client has been denied trial

for longer than the sentence
he would've received.

And he's endured life-changing
injuries as a result.

We'd like time served
and witness protection.

Not if he's involved.

I promise you
that's not the case.

Well, I'll take it to the DA, but
she'll only deal if the intel's good.

The g*n that k*lled
Ibarra was, like...

recycled.

We know the cartel runs g*ns
through Mexico and back.

It's not our jurisdiction.

It's not the cartel.

It's the cops.

Go on.

A ring of cops is
running hot g*ns.

They take 'em straight off the streets
and sell them to the cartel for big bank.

It's not just g*ns.

They got their hands in all the
cartel sh*t. Drugs, trafficking...

Is this why Ibarra was k*lled?

You're not listening.

This is way bigger than a coyote, or some
fool like me frontin' big on the block.

Then what's a fool
like you know about it?

I needed a piece.

You ask, you get.

Who gave it to you?

It was definitely a cop.

LAPD. White dude, 40s.

Street guys call him Montana.

He lives for this g*ng sh*t, but he
doesn't mind playing sheriff either.

He's playing both sides.

Uses his badge for fun.

A few years back, a huge
raid locked up five homeboys.

Two got sent to intensive
care, compliments of this dude.

That's all I know.

But if you find him, I
bet you find the others.

[Parker] And there's no chance Javi
was talking about a different raid?

[Laffont] No. This has to be the
one. It's the right time frame.

Uh, five lockups, two ICUs.

Although, it is unclear who
put those two in the hospital.

Of course it is.

FID'd wanna keep that quiet.

I could pull personnel files
for everyone on the raid.

Try to narrow it down based
on Javi's description.

But that would
leave a paper trail.

Lucky for you I got them already.
And with no digital footprint.

Look at you burying our lede.

You know I have a
flair for the dramatic.

What did Javi say,
uh... Mid-40s, white...

Here are six candidates.

How did you get these?

Apparently there are still some women
who are not immune to my roguish charms.

Oh, Linda from personnel? Still?

Why the tone of surprise?

This guy, Anthony Driscoll.

He's got more than a few complaints
against him for excessive force.

Javi said Montana was violent.

In lieu of termination,
resigned 2022.

Under the influence
of ill*gal narcotics.

-Wait, what did you say his name was?
-Anthony Driscoll.

Anthony AKA Tony.

Who's another Tony with a violent
streak and a drug problem?

Tony Montana.

Y'all, Scarface is like a
patron saint to gangbangers.

All right. Let's get a
six-pack in front of Javi.

[Javi] That's him right there.

That's the cabrón
they call Montana.

No doubt in my mind.

[Ballard] Let's start
a workup on Driscoll.

Everything that he did in the department
and everything he's done since.

Oh, uh, first thing tomorrow?

I gotta pick up Ralph
from doggy day care, okay?

-Well, obviously. First thing tomorrow.
-Bye.

You good?

[scoffs] Moratorium on anyone asking
me that for the next couple of months.

Okay.

-You good?
-You kidding?

Finally got confirmation on what
I suspected after all these years?

I am ready to get those f*ck.

Aren't you?

I'm just preparing myself.

Last time I came for one of the
Brotherhood it didn't go so well.

[inhales deeply] The complaint you
filed? [sighs] Against Olivas, right?

-Yeah.
-Hmm.

You know what that was about?

Figured if you
wanted me to know.

I want you to know.

He tried to as*ault
me at a party.

Chastain saw me afterwards, and I thought
he would back me up but he didn't.

So, Olivas got away with it.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

Me too.

Thanks.

Have a good night, Ballard.

So...

[sighs]

...tell me about
your new girlfriend.

[chuckles]

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