04x06 - Insurgents

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Previously on The Shield: Federal asset-forfeiture laws will now be enforced in Farmington.

A g*ng sells cr*ck out of their room, we'll take that home.

My partner and I have been on your sh*t list for six months.

What if I promise to control her?

What other errands do you have us running for the DA?

This was my fight! And you lost!

What do you hear in Juvie about Antwon Mitchell?

Shane's been cozying up to the guy lately.

You're paid to protect my business.

Hey. New girlfriend? She gave me something.

She's trying to keep her and her mom fed.

I can't help you score if I can't reach your main man.

Do you have other family you go to when she's like this?

She's like this all the time.

Someone's gotta look out for her.

Unis just found Angie's mother. Dead from an overdose.

Probably looking for her mom. This is the little ho that gave up my block.

Her body shows up with b*ll*ts in it from your two gats, you'll be doing time for a long, long time.

AUCTIONEER: Lot number 149.

2004 Cadillac Escalade EXT.

Black-leather interior. Bidding starts at $22,000.

MAN 1: Twenty-two. AUCTIONEER: Do I have 23, 23?

Anybody say 24? Twenty-four. How about 25? I have 25.

Twenty-six? Twenty-six. How about 27? Twenty-seven, 27.

Twenty-seven. How about 28, 28, 28, 28? Twenty-nine, 29?

VIC: Sucks I didn't bring my checkbook.

AUCTIONEER: How about 30?

Laverneous'd pop if he knew all these whiteys were scoping out his ride.

I put ads in El Clasificado, and The Sentinel.

But apparently only the Times crowd was interested.

AUCTIONEER: Who wants to go 31?

Thirty-one? Going, going.

Sold. Thirty-one thousand dollars.

Okay, now we have lot number 611.

I did a little show and tell for the city attorney last night.

She sign off on the injunctions?

One-Niners are Antwon Mitchell's foot soldiers.

Injunctions are gonna keep them off the street pushing dope.

He's gonna feel the pressure.

Well, he's already feeling it. This is gonna jack up the pain.

AUCTIONEER: Seventeen thousand dollars. Okay, next item.

Lot number 684.

Yamaha motorcycle, minimal damage.

ARMY: Let's make this quick. We gotta clock in to the boss.

You forget I'm your boss?

What do you need? This address.

Chink heroin dealer.

Hear a shipment came in last night.

And you don't like competitors.

You know, Bill Gates has his hit, I got mine.

Yeah, and busting dealers is ours, so sure.

All right, we'll pay a visit.

Do our part to keep the, uh, black tar monopoly safe.

Plus, I'm gonna need half his inventory.

We're good on demand, but light on supply because of your intel failure last week.

ARMY: We give you information.

We don't move product, get hung up in your sh*t.

Hey.

I'll beep you when we got the stuff.

Bitch with a badge doing my bidding.

It's a wonderful day.

[CHUCKLES]

[CAR STARTS]

As you all know, we had our first auction this morning.

Try to keep your jaws off the floor.

RAWLING: We raised over $900,000.

[CHEERING]

I guess taking houses is profitable.

RAWLING: That's money out of the bad guys' hands, and back into the community.

Yeah, and a third comes to us.

[CHEERING]

RAWLING: Now, that's not the only good news.

Officers Sofer and Lowe have done a fantastic job documenting the One-Niners.

Thanks to their hard work, we got injunctions.

After we serve these, you see two or more One-Niners together in Farmington, that's called congregating in groups, and that's jail time.

One-Niners are just the beginning, so let's get these served by end of the day.

Match the glamor sh*ts to the injunctions.

You have any questions, get in touch with Danny or Julien.

Can't find them, come to me.

Thanks, everyone.

VIC: Any word on the girl?

Talked to Angie's friends at school.

No one's seen her, man, she dropped off the map.

Her mom goes in the ground tomorrow.

Girl checks in once a week. Now nothing.

RAWLING: Talking about Angie? Yeah.

You speak to the family in Georgia?

SHANE: Let's go. Right through here.

LEM: She, um... She hasn't been back to her apartment, didn't, um, pack any bags.

What if Antwon Mitchell found out Angie gave up the cul-de-sac bust?

That would have to come from here.

You ran that. ls there any chance that word got out?

None.

Well, I'm glad to hear IAD cleared you on the sh**ting.

LEM: Thanks for the word you put in.

Your CO's anxious to get you back.

I took personal time the rest of the week to look for Angie.

Let me know what you find. LEM: All right.

MAN: Sorry about that, folks.

Come here.

What the hell was that?

Shane is slipping inside info to Antwon.

Angie goes missing the night we take his distribution center.

She fingered. I'm supposed to pretend those aren't related?

Shane wouldn't give up a girl to that shitbag.

He's down for stealing, planting evidence...

We were all part of that. He woulda been down for more, we hadn't been there to rein in his sh*t.

On his own, we got no idea what he would do.

We're keeping Shane out of trouble.

You making noises to my boss doesn't help.

He didn't do this.

I'll look around and make sure of it.

You keep looking for Angie.

[SIGHS]

[♪♪♪]

MAN 1: Catch the ball. MAN 2: Come on, that's right.

[SIREN WAILING, INDISTINCT HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

VIC: Oh, you knuckleheads make it way too easy.

RONNIE: Game's over. Against the fence.

Get against the fence right now. Move. Move your ass.

You, face me.

We was just balling.

Yeah? Well, from now on, T-g*n, a cop sees you so much as playing with your own dicks in the same room, you're going to County.

Oh, this one's for you, Notch. It's called an injunction.

You're all documented members of a known criminal organization.

Judge thinks you're domestic t*rrorists, ladies.

I ain't no sheet-head. You're just a shithead.

Injunctions are zero tolerance.

That means no associating with known bangers...

No hanging with homeys, no riding together in cars.

Wait, hold on, hold on.

You trying to say it's illegal for me to hang out with my own brother?

He your real brother?

Yeah. Like we came out the same vag*na.

Court says you're One-Niners first.

I mean, what you all think, we banging 24/7?

It's not up to me.

VIC: All right, see who we got.

I'll tell the bartender his One-Niner clientele's banned.

Yo, all right, police, you know the dance.

You know the dance. Buy me a damn drink!

VIC: Jesus, sh*t. Let's go.

You're gonna buy me a drink, bitch. Break it up.

Ungh! Break it up.

I'm DEA. What?

I'm undercover. You bust this place, you're gonna screw it up.

Get off me, pig! Hold it right there!

VIC: Don't sh**t. I got him. He should be here and let go!

I got him. [YELLING, MOANING]

It's okay. This is the guy that Billings was looking for on that 211.

All right, come on, assh*le.

Come on.

Hospital says that alky you knocked around barely has a bruise.

Drunks are like SuperBalls.

Bounce them off the floors, they never get a scratch.

I'll have to remember that one. Credentials cleared.

Agent Hendricks say what he was doing at Lucky's?

HENDRICKS: Couldn't tell you if I wanted to.

RAWLING: How long you been on the One-Niners?

A while.

Obviously, we're tilling the same ground.

One-Niner heroin trade, probably Antwon Mitchell too.

I'm just a guy on the street.

RAWLING: Say I talk to the guy in the corner office?

You'd have to be pretty convincing.

Give me a name. I'll work on my sales pitch.

Federal investigations take precedence.

We say keep away from that bar, you better do it.

We can help you. You don't have working lights.

RAWLING: I'm bringing the place into the 21st century.

Rewiring, high-speed internet.

VIC: Meanwhile, here's the low-tech version.

You guys are into the One-Niners.

We know everything about 'em.

Ink, homeys, drug dens.

RAWLING: The bangers know we're plugged into them.

We do the bust for you, get the heroin off the street.

You get closer to Antwon Mitchell, and your agent's cover isn't compromised.

You're making a lot of assumptions.

The DEA's set up on a One-Niner bar.

One-Niners are front and center in the tar trade.

I'm a local, not a moron.

Antwon never sees the light of day again, I host the party.

LAMBERTI: One-Niners have been trading stolen cars for tar heroin.

Pipeline runs between L.A. and El Salvador.

VIC: Tar comes from Mexico.

LAMBERTI: It's grown there, imported through El Salvador.

Salvadoran named Spider's the go-between with the bangers.

Has a garage of stolen Camrys on Broadway.

How'd the El Salvadorans get hooked up with the One-Niners?

Antwon. Back in Lompoc, he took advantage of some bad blood.

Made an alliance with the Salvadorans against the Mexicans.

They're still tight. Know where he unloads?

Four months, no clue.

Slips us every time we get close.

RAWLING: So we use my people to bust the garage, convince Spider to share where he takes the dr*gs.

Work up the chain from there.

I'll have some unis round up Spider's family for leverage.

It's a good bet most of them are illegals.

So we're clear, this is my op.

You screw it up... Wouldn't do that to you.

Antwon was some Iraqi National Guard general, we'd... We'd wait till he was all tucked in bed having a real nice dream, and then cluster b*mb his ass.

Worst thing we could do is take a straight sh*t.

Not till we know where he's keeping that girl's body.

No, we gotta be patient. [DOOR OPENS]

Captain's got something cooking with the DEA.

Wants us all on it.

Fed bullshit? No, I think we'll pass.

Captain's orders. Wanna skate, talk to her yourself.

Hey, Vic, your nanny is here.

Cass, everything okay? You still feeling sick, kid?

Mr. Vic, I'm very sorry.

My girl, she having a baby.

I thought that was next month? Baby come early.

Problems, I think. Do you understand, right?

Sí, sí, sí. Si, sí.

It's okay. Thank you.

VIC: Come on, honey.

[BUZZER BUZZES]

CASSIDY: Sorry, Dad. VIC: That's okay, sweetie.

It's not your fault.

Who's this?

Cassidy. She's feeling a little under the weather.

This is my boss, Captain Rawling.

Nice to meet you. You too.

Why don't you take her home?

I'll have Shane take the lead on Spider.

No, no, no, uh, I got it covered.

I just have to call my backup sitter.

Your dad is very dedicated.

ANTWON: Why you letting that bald cr*cker-ass run my boys off they corners with this injunction sh*t, huh?

They ain't hardly earning.

I can only wrap my arms around so much.

Injunctions are coming from the top.

Maybe a, uh...

A brick of China white will ease the pain.

Fresh from your Asian friends.

I don't touch the stuff. SHANE: Something else.

An El Salvadoran named Spider showed up on the radar.

So you got business with him, shut it down.

Cat named Verdice may show up on the same radar.

Make sure you shut that down.

All right.

ANTWON: Pick up your trash.

[CELL PHONE RINGS] Yeah.

SHANE: Hey, it's me.

Where the hell have you been?

Checking out Spider's casita.

For the last half hour? It takes as long as it takes.

All right, well, Spider drove up about 10 minutes ago.

Feel like doing some work?

Let's tear down the web, then.

Let's go.

[GRUNTS] VIC: Hey, get down!

Drop the bag! Get down right now! Get down!

Don't move. [MAN SPEAKING SPANISH]

Clear! MAN: Clear!

[VIC WHOOPS]

Spider's sending more than just cars back to the homeland.

You get a sh*t load of tar with those.

El Salvador, they got AKs up the ass, all the guerrillas.

But handguns, they're like tight p*ssy.

Rare and precious.

All right, let's pop the trunks, see what else we can find.

SHANE: Here.

[RUSTLING]

ARMY: Nothing.

Hey.

w*tback's got some greenbacks.

Holy sh*t.

RONNIE: How much you think that is?

Hundred grand or more.

[ZIPPER ZIPS]

Let's call it in.

[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO SPEECH]

You know, you have to talk to me eventually.

SCOOBY: Victim was Raine Powell.

Worked down the street at Electronics Emporium.

What's this? Just what it looks like.

Wasn't us. Talk to him.

I knew you'd wanna see where the body was, so, uh, I-I drew her for you.

Where the body was? You moved her?

Way people come speeding through, she'd be a pancake.

Ever occur to you to redirect traffic?

Hey, I used up half my kid's chalk.

I don't need a thank you, but how about you get up off my ass?

And this is?

BOBO: Oh, I... I had to move the pocketbook too.

You were a big help in the community meeting last week.

I mean, a real asset.

I believed in what I was saying.

Well, I hope you still do.

I've heard things.

Maybe some of the minority officers here aren't so thrilled with my policies.

Maybe you're one of them.

Some people feel like it all sounds good.

But the reality out there seems a little bit different.

We're arresting bad guys, just like always.

The way seizures work, everyone is guilty until proven innocent.

If we take the wrong car, it's not like people here can afford a lawyer.

Well, maybe you can do something about that.

Look into using seizure money to start a legal fund.

Um...

I-I-I guess so. Sure.

It's a work in progress.

This policy isn't the usual Band-Aid.

Your guys got a location on Verdice's drug stash.

Grab your partner, come with.

Raine have any problems that you know of?

Man trouble or money trouble?

No, she was a good girl, you know.

What about boyfriends?

Just Bear, but he wouldn't have done this.

DUTCH: You saw Raine last night? MAN: I oversaw a shipment.

She was stuck behind her computer screen like always.

Type A personality. Familiar.

I told her not to park down here, but the girl was a stickler for the policy.

The policy?

Rules say employees can't park at the store lot.

Raine's the only who ever listened.

She lives with Cornelius Aimee, a.k.a. Bear, over on Parmer.

Check it out.

See? You're, uh... You're talking to me.

To the extent necessary to solve this case, yes.

All right, Spider says he dropped off two keys last night to a guy named Verdice.

Gonna have dogs and sh**t, so stay awake. Let's go.

RAWLING: They're in position.

Go when ready.

[ALL GRUNTING]

Clear. MAN: Clear.

WOMAN: Right over here.

sh*t.

LAMBERTI: You sold me on this.

RAWLING: Spider gave us the right location.

This guy, Verdice, got lucky, bailed.

Bullshit. Somebody couldn't keep their mouth shut which is why we don't work with people like you.

No one leaked anything. We go back to Spider, we find what...

I'm not letting you near my guy again.

I need to borrow this assh*le.

[SPIDER GRUNTS]

VIC: Come here.

You got about 30 seconds to spill your guts.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

How tough are you gonna be when your little brother's being hacked to pieces?

I don't got no little brother, eh?

Oh, then it must be some other Juan Emilio I got back at the station.

It's gonna be too bad when they have to deport him down south.

You got a lot of enemies.

La Colonia doesn't get him, the Mexicans will.

Twenty seconds. [WHIMPERS]

[PANTING]

Tar that comes to me, I bring it here.

Most of it Verdice gets at the church.

The church? Verdice is a believer, man.

Stuff comes in there, he takes what he needs.

Keeps the rest safe with Jesus.

I'm gonna have to scrap the whole operation, pull my agent.

Couple of months, put in a new face.

Where's my informant?

VIC: Right here, sir.

Thought he might need to stretch his legs before he took his ride.

RAWLING: First, Angie fell off our radar.

Now this guy clears out like he's been tipped off after I give my word I'm not gonna screw this up.

What the hell's going on?

Maybe the wrong person saw us nab Spider, spread the word.

Doesn't explain Angie's disappearance.

These were both your operations. Both of them were successes.

Verdice and the heroin are still missing, so is Angie.

Lem's out looking for her. We can still salvage this one.

Spider gave up his One-Niner contact.

Do I wanna know how you managed that?

We brought his family in for leverage, I used it.

SHANE: If you ask me, they probably just packed up.

You know, cook houses move all the time.

What did you get from Spider?

The El Salvadorans are shipping their dr*gs to a church on Avon.

Verdice is a member.

He has his guys posing as good, God-fearing folk.

You're kidding.

Sounds like Spider sold you a load.

He's not risking his family.

It's the real thing.

I'll work on a warrant.

Eh, let's keep this contained.

The three of us, Army, Ronnie.

That's it, just the people we trust.

All right.

Here, take this.

CLAUDETTE: Occurred to me to take that down.

I see Vic's humor grows more sophisticated by the day.

Boyfriend wasn't home, I grabbed Raine's diary.

Seems there were bumps along the relationship road.

Detective Huarez in San Antonio's got a different angle.

He's been tracking murders in the L.A. area.

There aren't enough in Texas?

Because his suspect relocated to Farmington a month ago.

Hey, exposed d*ck? Thanks for the warning, Dutchboy.

CLAUDETTE: Kleavon Gardner, questioned in four separate homicides.

DUTCH: Suspected him on two murders three days apart, then nothing for six months.

Witnesses placed him at a couple of scenes.

Detectives in San Antonio weren't able to make anything stick.

What's the connection?

Victims were black women in public places.

Raine was k*lled seven blocks from where Kleavon's sister lives.

Are we gonna be like this from now on?

Huarez tried to warn somebody in this department a few weeks ago that we had a thrill k*ller on our hands.

Thrill K*llers need the juice, they take chances.

This guy's patient, he's an opportunity k*ller.

No wonder San Antonio PD screwed it up.

Get your profiles right, people.

Whatever he is, I'm going to introduce myself.

Oh, what? I'm not coming with?

Stick to your True Confessions.

MAN: Let's go. WOMAN: Whoa.

San Antonio police interviewed you 11 times.

They got you k*lling everybody but Osama.

What I don't get is, why you?

They got no DNA, they got no prints.

Any excuse to fry a brother.

Justice, Texas-style? You said it.

He send you after me?

Huarez.

Got a real hard-on.

Why is that?

Might have mentioned he don't know how to screw his wife too well.

[CHUCKLES]

Shouldn't have done that, but he just got me worked up.

You get angry a lot, Kleavon? Nah.

Not more than usual.

About how long is this gonna take?

Twelve hours was the limit in Texas.

[DOOR OPENS]

Where were you last night, Bear?

Little after midnight?

Driving.

Around, collecting my nighttime thoughts.

Nighttime thoughts, about what?

Life sh*t.

I think better at night.

Found this in, uh, Raine's underwear drawer.

She mentions you.

Man, she's gone, why you wanna dig...?

"Dear Diary, This job is just a stepping stone.

"I'm going places, but I'm not sure Cornelius is ready to go with me."

Then she talks about you and a girl named, uh, Janelle.

Janelle's just some white chick.

Raine find out about you two?

You read where she talks about that collage I did for her birthday?

What kind of grown-ass man does collages and kills his woman?

You read this?

I saw her put it away like a hundred times.

What was I supposed to do, bro?

See, man, I knew this sh*t looked bad.

Where were you last night?

At Janelle's, but it wasn't like that.

We were in the bed, but the clothes were on.

It was platonic.

You were sleeping together, but you weren't sleeping together?

Yeah, there you go.

REVEREND: Bless this child, Father.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, I say amen.

CROWD: Amen.

[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: We thank you, Lord, for bringing this child...

Reverend, I'm Captain Rawling. I need a moment.

Oh, all right, must be some kind of problem.

They sending a captain.

Well, uh, we believe a few of your members are using this church to import illegal dr*gs.

That's not possible.

Well, I'm sure it's without your knowledge.

Are these three boys here right now?

I know Muncelle's car is in your lot.

He's known to hang out with the other two.

They were making sandwiches in the kitchen about a half an hour ago.

Those boys volunteer. Their criminal days are past.

They're tagged One-Niners. Being together's against the law.

I know about those injunctions.

You find them on the street, they're all yours.

This is a house of the Lord. We have a warrant on the way.

We need to talk to the boys, do a search of the premises.

We'll be very respectful.

How do you think it's going in there?

I'm more worried about what's going on over there.

ARMY: They snag him, he gets caught, I don't even wanna hear what Antwon's gonna say.

Dammit, here he is now.

Verdice is walking right into an arrest.

Get out of here. [HORN HONKS]

Get out of here. Get out of here.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING] sh*t.

VIC: Yo, that's Verdice's ride.

RONNIE: Is he coming for a pick-up?

Didn't come for the wine.

RONNIE: He's running.

assh*le's gonna try to split.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

What are you doing?

Army, what the hell are you doing?!

[HORN HONKING]

Get out of the car! Get out of the car!

Come here. You talk, Antwon will know.

Keep your mouth shut, you get out of this alive.

SHANE: Take it easy. Let's go, get up.

What the hell was that?

Hands behind your back. Guy was gonna bail.

Stay out of my church.

ARMY: Yo, get up.

CLAUDETTE: Reading the good parts?

DUTCH: Looking for more clues.

It's a real window into the mind.

How things going with your Texas chainsaw m*rder*r?

Says he's the victim of the good old boys network.

But something's off about him.

Maybe you'll have a take. So we're back?

No, but I can put up with you long enough to put someone like this behind bars.

I been telling my partner about how you were harassed in Texas.

[EXHALES]

Can we get you something to drink?

So you can stop me from going to the can when my bladder fills up? No thanks.

[CLAUDETTE, DUTCH CHUCKLE]

So, uh, witnesses spotting you near those crime scenes was just dumb luck, huh?

Just happened by, you know?

No law against that.

Why'd you leave San Antonio, Kleavon?

KLEAVON: Just got sick of The Alamo.

Kind of feels like we're wasting our time. His too.

Probably got somewhere you need to be. Job? Girlfriend?

Like we established, I'm new in town.

DUTCH: Must have a lot of free time.

What do you like to do?

People watch.

Tell us where you were last night, we can end this now.

KLEAVON: Oh, I was home.

I know, but give us a rundown of the whole night.

So you can go over my statement try to trip me up? No thanks.

Woman named Raine Powell was m*rder*d last night.

Bludgeoned to death.

Maybe you, uh, happened by this crime scene too.

Yeah, I didn't k*ll her.

He didn't even blink at those photos.

Classic sociopathic non-reaction.

I don't know, he seems confident we won't come up with something.

He's already gotten away with at least four others.

What else do we got?

Raine's diary mentions some beef with a co-worker, a friend she lent her bingo winnings to.

I'll have the unis pick him up.

Have to admit it felt good in there. Two of us clicking.

Dutch, do you know where Vic is? DUTCH: Uh, no, why?

He's got me watching his kid.

My shift ended, sitter never showed.

Did you try his cell phone? No answer.

I know the mom, she works at Mission Cross.

Uh, I can call her.

[INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER PA]

DUTCH: How's she doing?

Good. Thanks again.

Um, you know, Vic had a uni with her the whole time.

It wasn't like he left her totally alone.

I can't believe he didn't call me.

Divorce is tough.

M-mine was a while ago.

Anyway, thanks again.

It was really nice of you.

You're welcome.

Listen, um, wanna have dinner some time?

Dinner? Why not?

Three kids, a job, selling our house.

I don't have time. I don't know. Work around your schedule.

You work with Vic. We barely see each other.

I tried it with a cop once.

Vic and I, uh, could not be more different.

[CHUCKLES LIGHTLY]

Reverend, I have a signed search warrant.

You must open the door.

This is a house of worship.

There's an easier way to do this.

REVEREND: There are no dr*gs here.

Except for the heroin.

Reverend, I have the legal right to come inside.

Use force if I have to.

Neither of us wants that.

Then let the Lord be your judge.

We could pack it up, come back tonight.

Yeah, give 'em time to flush the tar?

We already look like assholes.

Go in now, we have something in hand to show for it.

You believe in your intel, right?

Oh, yeah.

Okay, people.

Let's go. You know who we're looking for.

Remember that this is a church. There are civilians inside.

So do your jobs, but use extra care.

All right, who's got the hawk?

We do. Good.

Four teams, two in the front, one on the side, one in the back. Let's do it.

JULIEN: Captain, I'm not breaking down a church door.

Well, just think of it as a drug warehouse, because that's what it is today.

We shouldn't be going in like this.

Get in the back, both of you.

What the hell are you doing? You're knocking us out of this?

All right, Reverend, last chance. Open the door.

[MOUTHED SPEECH]

Do it.

[ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING, INDISTINCT SPEECH]

REVEREND: The Lord is the stronghold of my life.

Of whom then should I go in dread?

When evildoers close in on me to devour me...

Hold it, Muncelle!

REVEREND: It is my enemies who stumble and fall.

Don't you move. Though an army should encamp me.

RAWLING: You all right? My heart does not fear.

Sofer and Lowe got the other ones coming out the back.

REVEREND: My heart does not fear.

Though wars are waged against me.

Even then do I trust...

[CHURCH BELLS RINGING, INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Any dr*gs? JULIEN: Nothing here.

Just the .38.

We're gonna have to search the whole church and everyone in it.

Just... be gentle.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey.

Hey, all that Fast and Furious sh*t?

You're sending smoke signals to Vic and the captain.

What are they gonna do, reprimand me?

Look, we gotta find that heroin first, show him we're not Antwon's butt buddies.

[SCOFFS]

I told you, that's temporary.

Argh! You got something?

Yeah, botulism, residue.

K9 could do this in five minutes.

Yeah, if they'd ever show up.

Hey, just found a receipt in the good reverend's office.

Church candles are imported from El Salvador.

Okay. Yeah.

[RUSTLING]

[VIC SIGHING, CANDLE SMASHING]

[CHUCKLES] REVEREND: Oh, heaven help them.

LEM: Vic.

Get these sinners baptized. What's up?

LEM: I got the toxies on Angie's mom.

Levels indicate she had over 500 bucks of heroin in her system.

Even a frat boy knows not to sh**t that much poison.

Yeah, and this was a lifetime junkie who could barely scrape enough together for a dime bag.

Somebody made sure she copped till she dropped.

Well, I'm connecting the dots, and all I'm seeing is a picture of Shane with Antwon Mitchell.

SCOOBY: Hey, did Paula find you? She was trying to call.

sh*t. I had it on silent for the bust.

Something about Detective Wagenbach taking your daughter to the hospital?

We'll do this later.

She was sick, you brought her to the station?

Carmen dropped a b*mb, backup sitter blew a tire.

What was I to do? You should've called.

I had it under control. Obviously not.

Or you wouldn't have dumped her with a uni.

Christ, first time in seven months there's been a problem.

Come on, Cass, let's go.

Maybe I should stay with Mom.

VIC: She's gotta work, sweetie.

Genine's waiting for us. Let's go.

Go with your father. I'll see you tomorrow.

One-time thing, that's it.

You were, uh, pretty broken up about Raine earlier.

How are you doing now?

[SIGHS, MUMBLES]

Bunch of us from the store, uh, set up a shrine.

Teddy bears, flowers.

That's nice.

You know, your boss found those order forms you've been changing.

[SIGHS]

I sold a few DVD players, a couple of X-boxs on the side.

I was gonna tell you all about it.

Raine know about your enterprise?

No way.

Really? In her diary, it says she confronted you.

Said she was gonna go to your manager.

I know, you were gonna tell me all about it.

Now, when Raine confronted you, what happened?

You probably tried to reason with her.

Look, if it were up to me, I'd pin this on a real k*ller.

Some assh*le who murders for fun.

Problem is, the unis eyeballed your car with what looks to be blood inside.

You didn't plan this. Second degree m*rder.

You can get out one day, but we need to know the truth.

I offered her a cut.

But she pulled the moral high ground sh*t on you, didn't she?

One thing I hate, it's a self-righteous bitch.

DUTCH: Tell me about it.

You did what you had to do.

She left you no choice.

So much for San Antonio eating our dust. He's innocent.

Of murdering Raine. Guy's still a stone cold k*ller.

And he just pitched a tent in our backyard.

We got a suspect, but no victim. That's new.

That's when it bites we don't live in a dictatorship.

Put the guy in a hole and forget about him.

Well, there's an impulse I can understand.

We can't turn Kleavon over to SIS until he commits a crime in L.A.

You know, I thought I hated being on the DA's sh*t list, but this is actually worse.

I... I can't believe you're still freezing me out.

I can't believe you sold me out.

Officer Lowe.

I think you should stick to desk duty the next few days.

See if you can find your way into what we're doing here.

If not, I understand.

But you should consider putting in for a transfer.

I wasn't gonna break into a church.

There was heroin in the holy candles.

This time.

VIC: Altar boys pin you as the head honcho.

We can't make a deal, you're eating roadkill goulash over at Lompoc.

Pfft! Where my spoon then?

You wanna be a barrio martyr, that's fine with me.

But why not serve up Antwon instead?

Antwon who?

We can put you into relocation, keep you safe.

Lone Ranger and Tonto, they hauled your ass out of that car.

What did they say to you?

They told me get out the car, and put my hands on my head.

And that's the last I'm saying.

VIC: Dutchboy. Hero of the hour.

DUTCH: Your daughter was sick. She wanted her mother.

You can't take a joke, so you make me look like a prick in front of my ex.

I'm sure your ex doesn't need any help from me seeing what kind of prick you are.

Just saw Angie's mother's tox report.

Lem have any news on Angie?

I don't know. Well, find him.

I wanna hear what he's got.

ANTWON: Used to be bad cops was good business.

But now I got a stash gone, a whole crew locked up, sellers who can't sell.

Wanna tell me how the world got upside-down on your watch?

Seeing you were misusing a house of the Lord, I'd say divine intervention.

He must really hate you.

Only reason he'd talk to me like that because he wants to see y'all dead or in jail.

Vic Mackey wants you gone.

We're the only thing standing in his way.

You think I need your ass, you're wrong.

You think you don't, you're wrong.

Look, protecting you is a full-time gig plus overtime.

So you can either tell me what you're into or I can keep chasing Vic's tail.

Some days we'll catch it. Some days we won't.

I'll think about it.

Yeah, you do that.

ARMY: Antwon's gonna drop the body, you know.

He's not that stupid.

Him being stupid's not what I'm worried about.

Well, I didn't hear you complaining about my leadership when I was getting you blown.

This isn't doing favors to get intel on bad guys.

You got me taking it up the ass from Antwon Mitchell.

Ramming cars to keep us out of prison.

I've dealt with guys like this before.

You or Mackey?

Do you even have a clue how we're getting out of this?

Look, I'm getting us close.

This guy thinks he can k*ll this little girl in front of us?

We're gonna find that little girl, we're gonna give her a proper burial.

Then when the time is right, we're gonna shove a stick of dynamite up his ass.

RAWLING: Dr. Alvin Bernard's clinic has been providing free pre-natal care to Farmington's poor for 21 years, which is why I'm so pleased, Al, to give you this check for $10,000.

REPORTER 1: Is that money from seizures?

Part of my promise to give a third of what we get from asset-forfeitures back to the community.

How does that community feel about your decision to inv*de a church?

I wouldn't characterize it quite that way.

We found 12 kilos of tar heroin inside there.

I'd say they're pretty damn happy.

REPORTER 2: Any plans to seize the church?

No. REPORTER 3: ls the reverend under arrest?

The only people under arrest are known drug dealers with affiliations to Farmington One-Niners.

You'd interrupt another baptism to put away a g*ng member?

I'd interrupt my grandmother's funeral if it meant taking dangerous narcotics off the streets our children walk on.

But don't tell that to my grandma

'cause she's still full of piss and vinegar in Tarzana.

[LIGHT LAUGHTER]

Reporters were tough today.

We keep storming churches, they're gonna get tougher.

You were all for it earlier.

I was. I am.

It's just this thing's to good to blow...

Hoda Stubbs was k*lled.

Angie too, I'm guessing.

I plan on finding the assh*le who did it.

When you do, ask about the leak at the warehouse today.

We don't know there was a leak.

Even if there was, we don't know they're related.

Could be accidental.

Stop bullshitting me.

You vouched for Shane. What about Army?

He seems like a good kid. I-I don't think...

I don't care what you think. What do you know?

Is there some reason you don't wanna dig deeper on this?

I'm not about witch hunts.

I've been on the other side of a few.

I chose you for this job because I needed somebody as hungry as me to make it work.

And I'm getting it done. Why are you riding me?

Because sh*t is falling through the cracks.

Pressure on the seizure program is only gonna get more intense.

When it does, that sh*t is gonna rise straight to the surface.

If you can't withstand scrutiny about anything...

I need you to step aside.

I don't step aside.

I step up.

Which is the other reason I chose you.

Find the leak.

That's some cold-ass sh*t.

Can't tell the Iraqi insurgents from the Iraqi idiots.

No difference here.

Somebody gets in the way, we keep rolling. I'm saying.

Maybe that's the way we gotta look at things.

What's up? Son of a bitch, what did...?

She was 14. SHANE: What's your problem, man?

You bring Angie to Antwon Mitchell yourself, huh?

Hand her with a bow, or tell him where to find her?

No. No. No? Where is she then?!

Back off. Just back off. I got it, okay? I got it.

Where is she then, Shane?

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Where's Angie? What are you asking me for, man?

You telling me you're not in bed with Antwon Mitchell?

You told him Angie gave up that cul-de-sac bust.

No, man, I would... I would never do that.

What happened to her, Shane? What happened to her then?

I... I don't know. LEM: Dude, she was 14.

She just wanted to get her mom clean.

You tell me what you did!

Nothing! Nothing!

Look, you know that I would never...

You know I would never hurt a kid.

Look, I got one of my own now, man.

Yeah, I know you. I know you're lying.

[PANTING]

I didn't k*ll that girl.

And I didn't give her name up to Antwon.

So you just stay out of my face.

I lose that one percent of doubt I got, we'll be mixing it up again.

Captain says she wants to hear your opinion, but only hers is right.

ACEVEDA: Agendas have a way of creating tunnel vision.

She said I could put in for a transfer. Sure.

Stock the pond with true believers, make implied threats to get rid of the ones who aren't.

You don't think I should leave?

I think if you wanted to, you wouldn't have called me.

I grew up in Farmington.

I don't wanna see it torn more apart.

What is it you want me to do, Julien?

You've got power.

Help us to stop her.

Going after a police captain is no walk in the park.

I should know.

There are other officers of color that agree with me.

We wouldn't be alone.

I remember the last time you and I went down this path.

Things got messy, and you left me twisting in the wind.

Not this time.

Vic Mackey, he's got a lot invested in this policy.

He'll come after you.

Could dredge up the past.

I can handle it.

I'm a different man now.

RONNIE: Russian taxi king's expanded his realm.

Added three more cabs to the fleet.

VIC: Alex the Conqueror.

How many cabs we got wired so far?

Even dozen, even managed to get one in his personal ride.

Sweet. [DOOR OPENS]

LEM: Yeah, what do you want? [DOOR CLOSES]

What do you think you're doing going after Shane?

What, he ran right back and told you?

You got suspicions, fine.

We all agreed we'd keep them to ourselves.

Look, there's a 14-year-old girl rotting out there someplace.

Are you in on that too? What?

LEM: You keep saying you gotta keep Shane close.

Maybe you gotta keep me far away because you're back to business as usual.

Riding in Mitchell's pocket with Shane.

I wanna bring down Antwon and find that girl as much as you do.

Really? Prove it.

Let me back in.

It's complicated.

You gotta do things my way.

Oh, you mean, I agree to protect Shane like always, right?

Right?

We added another car in the garage sting.

Shane didn't tell me you came after him.

I saw it.

Jesus Christ.

Lem's one crazy-ass white boy.

You really used to be tight?

SHANE: Yeah.

Lifetime ago.

What does he know about us?

Nothing.

He's just guessing, he can't prove anything.

I'll handle him.

Look, you're just gonna have to trust me.

I'm gonna handle all this sh*t.

It's not about protecting Shane anymore.

It's about stopping him.

[♪♪♪]