05x11 - Postpartum

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Previously on The Shield:

The bosses are shipping
grenades into L.A.

-Guardo is in charge.
-Get them up!

Get the hell down!

Grenade!

Guardo's gone.

Vic, what the hell?

Kavanaugh, what did you tell him?

That I saw your guy take the heroin.
That's it.

Six months you could've warned me!

Maybe all of us are going to jail
because of you.

Without you,
IAD's case goes away.

Oh, Jesus. It's you.

You're trying to get Mackey
running to me?

And I so want there to be trust
between you two.

What, the enemy of my enemy
is my friend?

They're gonna need
a friend in a high place, like you.

If Kavanaugh's successful,
I will scorch the earth...

...covering this whole department,
starting with you.

Did you ever hear
of an Armenian Money Train?

The money-laundering operation
of the Armenian mob.

I think the Strike Team
ripped them off.

I heard you had a rough week
so I told Jon I'd stop by.

Your ex-wife's p*ssy
tastes like sweet butter.

You're under arrest for possession
of heroin with intent to distribute.

If I plead guilty to the heroin...

...this all seals off.
He's got nothing on you guys.

I got Niners
in every pen in the state...

...so wherever he touches down,
it will happen.

You send Lem to Lompoc,
it's you that's the real m*rder*r.

You don't have the stomach
to serve Lem up to Antwon.

I didn't used to.

I'm taking him to the courthouse
nine tomorrow morning.

-Listen, I gotta tell you something.
-What?

You're not going to prison.
I made a deal with Antwon...

...to get you safe passage inside.

It went bad. Antwon's blaming me.

-What the hell am I supposed to do?
-We're gonna hide you.

-Put Lem on the run?
-I can't run anymore.

Lem, right now this is about
keeping you alive.

-No.
-It's only temporary.

I promise you, man.

I promise you
we're gonna make this work.

He screwed my ex-wife
for the sole purpose...

...of making this investigation
seem like a personal vendetta.

You have 48 hours
to tie up the loose ends.

Can I talk to you for a second?

-Why are you here?
-First, I need you to know...

...I always liked you...

...from the first moment
we met at the school.

I hated that I wasn't able to tell
you the truth about who I was.

I mean, maybe if I had, you'd have
a whole different picture of me.

You liked me, right?

Before you found out I was a--
You know.

You thought I was,
like, a decent guy?

-Yes.
-Different circumstance, different time.

Our relationship
could've taken a different turn.

I'm just really, really tired,
you know?

I haven't been able to eat lately.

I'm gonna go put on a robe.

-Why aren't you guys inside?
-Lem's not here yet.

-Where is he? He's already late.
-He'll be here.

How are you this morning?

I'm okay.

He didn't leave a message.

If I was going to jail for 18 months,
I wouldn't be in a rush either.

Give him some time.

I've made you coffee
and I've been patient.

You need to go.

Okay, stop. Stop.

-Stop! Don't touch me.
-Okay.

You're right.
That's good. That's good.

Why are you still here?

Because there's nowhere else.

Don't you see how lonely
he's made both of us?

I'm not lonely.

I'm moving on with my life.
You need to do the same.

No, not until there's justice.

You need to let this go.

-You need to let it go.
-No, I don't.

Nobody ever fights back against him.
Nobody ever takes his punch...

...and just smacks him one right back.

You need to leave.

If I take this fight to him...

...and I win...

...I need to know...

...that you're gonna be okay...

...because I don't want you
to hurt anymore.

What are you talking about?

Would you be all right...

...without him?

-No.
-Mom?

What's going on?

Your mom,
she's a very good person.

She's a...

...very good person.

-Kavanaugh was here all morning?
-Yeah.

He said he wanted to ask me
a few questions...

-...to wrap up his case, but--
-Did he try to touch you?

Why would you ask that?

What did he say?

He was desperate and kind of lonely
and I felt bad for him.

Then out of nowhere he says--

He said he was coming after you
and wanted to make sure...

-...me and the kids would be okay if--
-lf something happened to me?

This is about Lem. He didn't show up
at court to turn himself in.

-Where is he?
-Nobody knows. He's a fugitive.

Kavanaugh probably figures
I had something to do with it.

No, I didn't.

He's just pissed
because his case against Lem tanked.

He's making it personal.

He wants to hurt me through you.

Please, don't let him in this house
again, all right?

All right.

Be careful.

Always.

-Where's Lemansky?
-I don't know.

You screwed him once and now you've
done it again, putting him on the run.

Didn't they kick your ass
out of the Barn?

You aid and abet him,
you communicate with him...

...in any way without reporting it,
you'll be put in prison alongside him.

We had nothing to do with this.

My office
will have eyes on all of you...

...every second of every day
until Lemansky's caught.

Thank you
for bringing me back into your life.

All right,
where are we with those errands?

Spoke to our federale buddy
who took Doomsday off our hands.

He's gonna meet Lem in T.J.,
get him to a safe house in Ensenada.

That's wall-to-wall w*tbacks,
surfer boy will be obvious.

He'll be on the move.
Taco-cop's got a brother...

...owns a goat ranch in the mountains,
north of San lgnacio.

-It's a really good place to get lost.
-How much?

It's two grand and a call
on our services to be determined later.

I can't wait.
What about living expenses?

Got a line on wire transfers
to Guatemala.

How secure?

Enough to keep it off Immigration's
radar. Used to pay coyotes, mostly.

He's gonna need cash.
It's gonna be his only leverage.

Let me work on that.

Now all we need
is a way to get him across the border.

How are we gonna pull that off,
man?

Kavanaugh and his cronies
are watching us 24/7.

We're gonna pull it off
the way we always do.

Right under their noses
with a g*dd*mn smile.

Claudette?

-We were working something else.
-Not anymore.

You've got history
with these grenade tossers.

-Any victims?
-Just a half-dozen Crown Vics.

You've tangled with some well-armed
Salvadorans before, right?

The guy who imports the grenades
is named Guardo.

We hit him hard and his
w*apon stash, but he got away.

Looks like he didn't go far.

Agent Gallagher, DEA.

Captain Wyms,
Farmington Division.

This is our lot. We've been running
an op on the El Salvadorans...

...out of the travel agency.

Someone wants to move up
to first class.

Detective Mackey and his team
busted some of that g*ng a week ago.

Swept up a bunch of grenades,
MP5's, few top-level lieutenants.

And let their playmaker, Guardo,
slip out from under your nose.

-We're here to assist.
-Great. Start directing traffic.

A grenade goes off on my turf,
you get help whether you like it or not.

Don't step on our toes,
we'll stay off yours.

-What an assh*le.
-Well, Rawling did burn them.

So now's our chance to make it up.

Track down whatever you can find,
run everything by me.

And Vic, that renegade sh*t's
not gonna fly on my watch.

But you already knew that.

Looks like the new sheriff
just limped into town.

Yeah, well she's smart.
She keeps tabs on us from her end...

...DEA keeps an eye on us
from the other.

I don't give a sh*t about either.
We'll follow up on this...

...but finding Lem safe passage
to Mexico is still priority one.

Hey, hello? Hey, open the door.

Open the door now.

Hey, it's okay. It's okay.
Where's your mommy?

-Where's your mommy?
-She's gone.

She's gone.
Hey, buddy, what's your name?

-What's your name? What's his name?
-Wendell.

Wendell, do you want me to wash
that out for you?

It's okay.
It's gonna be all right, brother.

It's all right. It's gonna be okay.
It's just a little cut.

There we go. It's all right.

What the hell's going on
in here, guys?

It's okay. It's all right.

Lisa.

It's okay, I'm a cop.

-Lisa, there's a g*n. Call the police.
-Come here.

-Lisa, are you calling?
-Hold this tight till someone gets here.

Okay, buddy.

That's the guy. I told you
something wasn't right with him.

He had a g*n?

Oh, jeez.

Shut up. Get out! Out!

Get out, right now.

-What do you want?
-Some of your Salvadoran amigos...

...went all Superdome
on a DEA parking lot...

...turned some Crown Vics
into some scrap metal.

Start talking before he goes
Superdome on your head.

The DEA's been up our ass.

Busted our number two, Osorio.
Bosses sent a message to the feds.

Yeah.

That's the third Mexican that gave up
that it's payback for busting Osorio.

Which means it can't possibly
be true.

Soldiers have been fed
their cover story, but what's the truth?

Hey, I think Kavanaugh
found Lem's trailer.

What?

Sheriff's Department got called
to the trailer park on a disturbance.

Cliff says Kavanaugh's
on his way there now.

-Your pal say anything about Lem?
-No, but something's popping.

If Kavanaugh's poking around,
what else could it be?

We'd have heard if they arrested him.

Maybe, maybe not.
Who knows with Kavanaugh?

-Maybe they found him and he was--
-There's no way he'd eat his g*n.

No way.

Well, we told him not to contact us
at any cost.

We're in no-man's land.

Best case scenario, he's on the run
with Kavanaugh on his ass.

Look, man. Lem knows the score.

He's gonna meet us and get supplies
which means...

...we gotta pull our sh*t together
and get his ticket out of here by then.

Truth is, this could be goodbye.

Come on.

Well, he went running that way.

This is it.

That the man you saw?

-Yeah, that's him.
-So, what happened?

I heard something, came outside,
saw him in the trailer...

...saw the kid bleeding.

Did he say anything to you?

He said he was a cop.

The whole thing seemed pretty weird
so I had my lady call the real cops.

-What then?
-Oh, he was off and running.

Now, funny thing was, big guy like that
with a g*n and all...

...he still looked awful scared.

Yeah, it's funny.

What's this?

Your former Cl
says she's got information...

...on the demolished DEA cars.

-Well, give her to the feds.
-I tried. She'll only talk to you.

Kavanaugh cut me loose, Vic.
I'm not working for him no more.

Now that you've stabbed
one of my guys with an indictment?

You need another PD tit to suck on?

It's real good intel.

-It's not my dime. Your call.
-Give us a minute.

I know she's the one Kavanaugh
had testify against Lem.

It's all bullshit.

She as inside as she says?

See what the story is.

Make sure she sticks around the Barn
where I can see her.

Blowing up those DEA cars
wasn't retaliation.

Nothing we don't know.

Guardo's play for drug protection's
paid off.

Colombians have a huge shipment
coming up from Mexico.

Hired him and his crew to guard it.

The feds feel like they were making
a dent in the Salvadoran drug game.

Something else is going on
underneath their noses.

Yeah, Guardo's a crazy shithead.

-Any excuse to blow something up.
-When and where?

Tonight.
Going through a grocery-import guy.

-Aldo Melchor.
-The importer?

-He Salvadoran?
-Mexican.

Need a place and a time.

That's-- That's all I got.

That's real good information, though.

Yeah, if it's true
and not just another chance...

...for you to help Kavanaugh
to nail us again.

No,
I never wanted to help Kavanaugh. I--

Right, now,
who's the source of your intel?

You never needed
to know that before.

I trusted you before.

Fine.

I wanna get paid up front, then.
I need money to get out of L.A...

...take Sebastio, head up to Seattle,
be with my sister.

I'm so happy you got a little plan.

What about Lem?

He gonna head up to Seattle,
live with your sister too?

Oh, that's right, he can't
because he's gonna be in prison.

-I'm sorry.
-Vic took care of you.

He fed you and your kid for months.

And you were sticking us
the whole g*dd*mn time.

No. You see this?

I slept with this scumbag, Ignacio,
to get this info for you, okay?

But then two of his buddies joined in.
Ripped me up pretty bad.

If you...

...made different choices
from the beginning...

...none of us
would be ripped up right now.

Becca?

Come on,
make it look like we're on a date.

I can't do anything
to help you escape the police.

All right, make it look
like a lovers' quarrel, then.

Look, the only advice I can give
you legally is to turn yourself in now.

That's exactly what I wanna do.

Then we're in the wrong side
of town.

Look, I need assurances.

You're not exactly in a position to--

I need to do my time
someplace where the One-Niners...

...and Antwon Mitchell can't get to me,
all right?

-Federal prison, back east.
-The feds aren't calling this.

And going fugitive
means the original deal is gone.

Then I'll plead to new federal charges.
I'll tell them all the sh*t that I did.

You can't serve them your head
on a platter.

Kavanaugh's not gonna stop
till he's carving me up.

Tell them that I ripped off an Armenian
money-laundering operation...

...stole cash that was part
of a federal sting. I'll plead to that.

-You did this by yourself?
-Yeah.

Listen to me. They're going to insist
on Vic and the others.

-I got nothing to say about them.
-Then why are you running?

I'm not running. I'm giving myself up.

All right? I'm ending it.

You want a new deal,
they'll want new information.

I'm giving them new information
on myself.

You are not hearing me.

There will be no deal
until you give them more than you.

Curtis, please. Listen to me.

You have got to think about yourself
this one time.

It's your only option.

Now, Vic told me that you guys
sometimes...

...would spread drug money
to keep peace on the streets.

-I can spin that--
-Listen, this Armenian thing...

...was armed robbery.
People got k*lled.

And they weren't the only ones.

You think it was just palming off some
drug money to keep the streets quiet?

I can't tell the truth
about the others...

...because they'll throw us away
for the rest of our lives.

Open your g*dd*mn eyes
to who we are.

-People got k*lled?
-This is all attorney-client privilege.

-Detective Terry Crowley--
-You've heard enough.

Just get me my deal.
Do my time back east.

Then I'll turn myself in.

I'll call you in a few hours.

Goddammit!

You're gonna put me
at your old desk?

What are you doing, Dutch?

-Piece of sh*t just scalded my hand.
-Could've been user error.

If you can push through pain, we've
got a woman assaulted on Vermont.

-Let's roll.
-Get a statement from her.

What--
You're not pairing me up with him.

You're the only two singles
on the floor.

Consider it permanent.
Cross street's Seventh.

Hey, it's no great joy for me either.

I'm gonna put some ice on this.

Six months I kept this place running
smooth as silk, and for what?

No commendation,
no letter for my package.

Not even a, "Hey Steve, way to go."
It's humiliating.

Welcome back.

See? No respect.

Wyms is moving my desk
where everybody...

...can get a good gander
at Caesar lying in a puddle of blood.

So in this story, you're Caesar?

Did I get stabbed in the back or not?

I'm driving.

I get nauseous in the passenger seat.

Why don't you apply for a transfer?
Show them they can't kick you around.

I've got this commute
all figured out.

Besides, it's only 56 months till I retire,
then I get out of this sh*thole for good.

Upstairs.

Aldo Melchor.
Hey, let me see your hands.

Easy, easy.

-It's a Kn*fe.
-To cut my chorizo.

It's okay if I have my lunch?

As long as it's finger food.

What can I do for you, officers?

Well, rumor has it you import more
than just chorizo from down south.

Everything in this store is legal.

Really?

You won't mind if we stick around,
monitor your import-export.

-I close at seven.
-Not tonight.

You'll stay open until that shipment
of coke arrives.

We're just gonna hang out,
provide a little after-hours security.

Salvadorans realize you snitched
on them...

...they're gonna grind you into chorizo,
sell you by the quarter-pound...

...like the rest of the sausage
you got down there.

Is there something I can do for you?

Tell us what time the shipment comes.
We'll keep you out of it.

Bust the Salvadorans after they leave,
keep your pipeline up and running.

What else?

Obviously you can import.

Your exporting skills
better be just as good.

I've stayed in business 1 5 years.

We have a little package
we wanna overnight to Mexico.

How big is it?

About six-two.

Just heard.

He's a good looking kid.

His name's Lee, after my dad.

Congratulations.

Yeah, thanks.

You good?
You need anything?

My mom's coming in tomorrow,
my two brothers this weekend.

I got more help
than I know what to do with.

Cash from the baby pool.

It was pretty shrewd
not revealing the baby's daddy.

Wanna hold him?

-Sure.
-Dr. Garcia, labor and delivery.

Okay.

We didn't find a winner.

Everyone thought you could
use it more than anyone else, so....

It's almost three grand.

My evil plan worked.

Tell everyone I said thank you.

When he's old enough and he asks...

...I'll tell him.

But for now, I just....

When he's old enough.

Hey, yo.

I got it right over here.

What the hell is
Becca doing up there?

Talking to Kavanaugh and Aceveda.

You think of any scenario
where that's a good thing?

Curtis Lemansky's
prepared to turn himself in.

If you talked to him you have
an obligation to tell us where he is.

I know my obligations.
I don't know where he is.

Curtis knows where the Barn
is if he wants to turn himself in.

He couldn't hand himself over to you
for reasons that involve his safety.

Any cop who's incarcerated
faces those risks.

He knew that. He made his choice
when he broke the law.

This was a calculated move
by Lieutenant Kavanaugh...

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

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

Any proof of that?

Look, the department
wants to mitigate the damage.

When Lemansky
didn't show up for processing...

...the chief handed authority
to my committee.

All we're asking for is protection...

...at least until I investigate his claims
against Lieutenant Kavanaugh.

-And after that?
-He'll accept the previous deal...

...as long as we can
reasonably guarantee his safety.

He can't have the same deal.
He ran away from that deal.

If the council signs off,
they'll want more.

My client
is willing to plead to new charges...

-...but he wants his choice of prisons.
-What's he say about his friends?

-Nothing.
-Not good enough.

I have to run this up a few ladders...

...so give me till the end of the day.

Look, I'll find him first.

Then we can dictate the terms.

I need bodies, though.

I want two surveillance teams
on Mackey and his guys...

...in case they help Lemansky
escape.

You b*rned your bridges
with the chief.

I need my people on the street.

Becca?

Becca, what happened with Lem?
Is he all right?

-Privileged information.
-Tell me he's okay.

Well, at least tell me what's wrong.

-Wait.
-Don't touch me.

Haven't you done
enough damage yet?

Becca, come on. Come on.

-Let's go somewhere and talk.
-Talk about armed robbery...

...of an Armenian
money-laundering operation?

Talk about murdering Terry Crowley?

-I told you.
-Yes, you did.

And now I know the truth.

I let you touch me.
It makes me sick.

Becca,
I don't know what Lem told you--

No more explanations.
It's all bullshit.

You've lied so much...

...you forgot what the truth is.

Was I lying to you last night?

I don't ever want to think
about last night.

You know, I was worried about what
I'd do if I had to choose between...

...being Curtis' lawyer or your friend.

Not anymore.

Did you see the guy
who att*cked you?

No, he just came up from behind me
and started hitting me...

...and I was trying to cover my face.

This area can get pretty rough,
even in daylight.

What were you doing here,
besides prettying up the place?

Thanks.

I'm a volunteer tutor at the community
center on the corner...

...and I'm just trying to help some kids,
you know?

We're gonna have you come in,
look at some pictures.

But why?
I told you I didn't see him, so--

Maybe you saw more than you think.

-Is that really necessary?
-Excuse us for a minute.

Send her home. If she remembers
anything she can call us.

Why don't you figure out another
way to get her phone number?

Because I'm bringing her in.

I was acting captain, remember?
I'm making the call.

Hey, I talked to the owner of the store
across from where Tori was att*cked.

He see anything?

She saw them arguing,
she went in the back...

...when she came out the guy had Tori
on the ground, was hitting her.

-You get a description?
-I got an ID.

The guy's a curb jockey...

...sits in a cab waiting for fares
by the intersection.

Miss Pretty-Thing never said anything
about arguing with the guy.

-No, I know she didn't.
-We should take another run at Tori.

Maybe she'll ask you
to give her a hug.

Let's wait, bring the suspect in first.

Yes, yes, I'd like to talk to the owner
of the vending machines...

...at the Farmington Police Station.

-Hey, it's Curtis.
-Hi.

Look, I’m kind of in a hurry.
What’s going on?

We're in a holding pattern.

They said they’d take your offer under
advisement but no indication...

-... when or what the answer might be.
-Jesus Christ.

Okay, look, I need you
to get a message to Vic.

-That would be breaking the law.
-sh*t.

All right, forget it. Forget it.

It’s gonna be worse
if they catch you.

Now that I've told them what you want,
they know there's more to uncover.

Kavanaugh will show no mercy.

I know.

-There is one other option though.
-What?

Witness protection.

And you tell them everything.

-Witness protection.
-The entire truth.

Imagine, you'd be free of the lies,
the running.

People pay a price for what they did.

I can't. I can't.

Curtis, you’re the one with a heart,
now use your head.

-This isn't about my g*dd*mn heart.
-I'm trying to help you here, Curtis.

No, you're trying to get me to turn...

...on my family.

Please, just get me my deal.

-He held out as long as he could.
-He's still holding.

-He didn't wanna run.
-He'd run before he would rat.

How did they know
about the Money Train?

Educated guess. There's always been
plenty of suspicion, just never proof.

-Unless Lem gave it to them.
-Well, we know Lem.

Look, if he had a change of heart,
he would've tipped us.

Or he wouldn't if his deal
meant us going down.

I'm not saying it happened.

Are we willing to bet our freedom
that it didn't?

I'm not gonna believe it
until I see it with my eyes.

Lem's not contacting us
to protect us.

We're gonna meet him tonight
at midnight...

...and he's gonna travel tonight.
That's it.

Okay.

On whose nickel? Man, this spic cop
doesn't take American Express.

-I know.
-It's already taken care of.

I told Mara that Lem was in trouble.

She felt very strongly
that we needed to help him.

So we pulled a little cash
out of the house.

I mean, it's not a lot, but....

Hey, five grand ought to keep him in
burritos and beer long enough, man.

All right.
Go get this cashed.

Keep half of it for tonight,
put the rest on the wire.

Lem must have said something
to Becca about Terry too.

All that gives Kavanaugh
is a little more suspicion.

Doesn't mean we're gonna catch
a case, let alone a needle.

Lem starts talking...

...it puts teeth
in an otherwise empty rumor.

These people...

...every time they look at us
they're gonna see two cop K*llers.

That's on me.

Terry was a decision
that we both made.

I forced it on you.

Now you're in Kavanaugh's
cross hairs. That's on me.

Lem's gonna have to hide
for the rest of his life.

That's on me too. I know that.

And skewering yourself
is helping Lem how?

How's that gonna help any of us?

Now, you made a call.
And that call was to protect the team.

That couldn't have gone down
any other way.

It's done. It's done.

Now, is he still on our side
against Kavanaugh?

I'm gonna find out.

You. What the hell was that powwow
upstairs about?

-Call me later.
-I'm running out of "later."

Now, are you and me still allies
against Kavanaugh...

...or do I pull out my flame thrower
and start that scorched-earth plan...

...that I talked to you about?

Becca's being a good lawyer.

Lem wants to turn himself in
if he can get his original deal back...

...but Kavanaugh won't sign.

He's gonna file new charges
for him running.

I thought Kavanaugh
was out of the picture.

He was until Lem didn't show.

And now the chief's
believing that Kavanaugh was right.

He's giving him back his power.

What about Lem?
You let him twist in the wind?

Claudette's gonna call the D.A.
but she's waiting...

...to give Kavanaugh a chance
to find Lem. And that's all I know.

You gotta throw a wrench
in the works.

You know, you wanted an inside guy
for intel, you got one.

You need help aiding and abetting
a fugitive? Find someone else.

-What happened to your face?
-Nothing. What happened to yours?

Where were you at 8 a.m.
this morning?

-Driving, working.
-On what, your right cross?

Witness says you att*cked
Tori Burke.

Also says you two had an argument
first. What was that about?

So you just think you can go around
b*ating women on the street?

How do you know her?
Did she take your cab?

You stalking her or something?

Okay, your thing is just knocking
the sh*t out of random, total strangers.

-Works for me, Gilbos.
-So I picked up a hooker.

I'm not the only guy
who's had to bust out of a slump.

Doesn't mean I deserve to get rolled
and robbed.

-Say again?
-She set me up.

Soon as I got my clothes off
and my d*ck hard...

...these two black guys ran in,
started smashing me up...

...took everything.

The woman you att*cked
is a volunteer tutor for at-risk kids.

She was on her way to a session
when you jumped her.

That whore flagged my cab.

Okay? Offered me anything
in the book for a C-note...

...picked the motel,
then had her buddies steal my wallet...

...and a chain my mother gave me.

So I gave her a little payback.

Arrest her ass, not mine.

So did you find him?

We did.

Good.

So I guess that means
that I can go now.

And you'll just let me know
if you need me in court or anything?

We talked to people
at the community center.

You volunteer there
three days a week?

Yeah, I read to disadvantaged kids.

Are you a prost*tute, Tori?

Maybe in your fantasy
I'm a prost*tute.

All right. You know what?

If I'm gonna be insulted on top
of assaulted, I think I'd like to leave.

Okay. We need to ask you
a few more questions.

You're a suspect
in a separate as*ault and robbery.

I'd like to see my legal counsel.

All right,
they're moving the blow into the van.

Still no sign of Guardo?

They'll lead us to him.

That's the second time that car's
passed by here tonight.

What, the Mexi-chicks
in the El Camino?

They don't look like Kavanaugh's
boys. I think we're all right.

Hey, wire transfer went through.
Meet and greet in T.J.'s confirmed.

Now we just need to get Lem
onboard.

Okay, good. Almost home.

They're on the move.

Hey, come on.
Pairing me up with Billings?

You know a guy like this
is gonna throw me off my game.

You'll adjust.

I'm filing for a transfer.

-Dutch.
-No, I'm serious.

Things haven't been the same
between us...

...even before you got captain.

There is no reason why we can't
work this out in a new way.

Yes, there is.

The only reason I was hanging around
here was because we were partners...

...and that's gone.
I'd just like to move on.

-Okay, I'll prepare the paperwork.
-Okay, check this out.

Tori has an M.B.A. from UCLA.

Worked as an account manager
at a brokerage firm...

-...until she was fired six months ago.
-What for?

Her work started to get sloppy and she
stopped showing up half the time.

-But no arrests?
-Yeah, if she's a hooker...

...she had me fooled.
I can usually smell them.

Excuse me, captain.
This guy's here for Tori Burke.

I'm her legal counsel.

What are your credentials,
Mr. Wallis, Esquire?

What I have is a client
and I need to see her immediately.

Now, do I get to see her now
or do I file for a dismissal?

-She's in 2. Show him up.
-Yes, ma'am.

I'll check him out.

I'm getting a whiff of something now.

Gallagher's DEA bozos are tied up
on a sting in Compton.

They're short on cars.
Maybe in a few hours.

We can't wait. We gotta meet Lem.

What about backups from the Barn?

There's a manhunt on Curson.
Byz Lats sh*t a grocery clerk.

There's no units to spare.

We gotta go in.

There are six of them at least.

-Don't know how many more inside.
-Then Lem's gonna be waiting on us.

Who's coming?

Get down! Down on the ground!

Don't move! Get down on your knees!
Hands on your head!

-I got rabbits!
-Let them run.

Get up!

Let's go!

Hands on your head.
Hands on your head!

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Let's go. On the ground.
On the ground right now!

Search it.

Jesus Christ.

How many grenades
do these guys got?

Claudette's so hot for these guys,
she can book them herself.

We've gotta go get Lem.

Yes. Yes, I still wanna hold.

Tyrez Wallis is no more a lawyer
than I am a figure skater.

Really?
So Dutch's girlfriend's got a pimp.

You know,
they've been up there awhile.

Dutch, let's go.

No. No, l--

I want the name of the owner
of these machines right now...

...or you will be sitting in a cell
for as long as it takes me to track it.

Dutch, let's go. Hang it up.

-You own those machines?
-I was just filling a need.

Isn't it illegal
for department employees...

...to profit from things
like vending machines?

Especially when you use your position
as acting captain...

...to create a de facto monopoly?

-It's more of a gray area than that.
-I don't think so.

I think it's more black and white.

All right, so what now?

You're gonna snitch me out
to Wyms?

I haven't been sh*t hammered
enough around here?

Is that what this is gonna be?

I don't know what I'm gonna do yet.

Attorney client privilege?

It's illegal to practice law in California
without a license, counselor.

What do you think?

Did I need any more practice?

b*mb Squad's on a crank call
at some abortion clinic.

-They'll pick up the grenades later.
-I told you to call in.

-You were outnumbered.
-They were getting ready to bolt.

Split up in two vans.
We had no choice.

Sorry we missed all the action.

Good work.

Just wish we were able
to nail Guardo.

He's been staying off the front lines,
probably feeling the heat from you.

Two busts in as many weeks?

He's feeling your heat.

And I've seen what they do
when they get pissed.

Better watch your Crown Vics.

You should be warning him, not me.

Thanks.

-Glad you caught the guys.
-Actually, we didn't nail Guardo.

I'll see if I can find something out.

You find another tip,
find another buyer.

Please don't be this way.

I'm sorry I made that deal,
helped Kavanaugh.

You should go.

I did it for Sebastio.

You'd do the same thing
for your kids.

Take your rat money,
your Ret*rded rat-baby kid...

...and get on the first bus--

Don't you say that about my boy!

What, you gonna let him talk
about Sebastio that way?

I showed you mercy once
and it ruined my friend's life.

Not gonna happen again.

Get out.

The Police Committee is willing
to consider a deal.

But they insist on adding more time.

-How much?
-Maximum of ten years...

...parole in four
if he turns himself in immediately.

What about the safety issue?

He'll be held in protective custody
until it's sorted out.

But there's no guarantee of location
unless you can prove your claims.

What about the others?

No condition about him giving us
something on them?

We want to put this behind us.

Now, if he's caught
before he comes in, all bets are off.

Excuse me.

What's going on, man?

-What was that?
-lt wasn't my choice.

-It's what the committee wanted.
-lf we don't find Lemansky...

...before he comes in
or gets out of the country...

...we're gonna lose our last chance...

...at nailing Vic
before this case seals off.

What do you want me to do, Jon?

He trusts you, though, right?
When it comes to me?

Maybe.

I want you to scare him.

I want you to make Vic
lead us to him.

How?

We both failed at trying
to nail Mackey on old business.

They don't cr*ck.

They don't turn on each other.

Good for them.

The way to get him
is we gotta catch him in the act.

With Lemansky AWOL, Vic knows
he's got eyes and ears all over him.

He's not gonna do anything stupid.

Unless he thinks
he's got one last mess to clean up.

-What mess?
-There was a detective I spoke to here.

He suspects that the Strike Team
robbed an Armenian money train.

-Wagenbach.
-But he doesn't know it was Dutch.

You gotta make him believe...

...that Lemansky gave it up
for witness protection.

It'll put him in motion.

We follow, we catch them
trying to help Lemansky escape.

And nail them
for harboring a fugitive.

It won't be the amount of time
they deserve but it'll be enough...

...to make them lose their badges
and get them off the street.

Catching them in the act,
that's gonna gives us leverage.

Lemansky may have held his tongue.
But the other ones...

...they might not be as strong.

Hey, it's time to put the mess
that Mackey made behind both of us.

Lemansky's talking.

-That's bullshit.
-Is the Armenian money train bullshit?

Because that's what he gave them.
He's coming clean.

-Nothing to come clean about.
-That explains...

...where your sixty-five thousand
unaccounted-for dollars comes from.

Look, he's tired, scared
and he wants his freedom.

He doesn't wanna die
at the hands of Antwon Mitchell.

The D.A. said to give them
something on the team.

-I guess he's agreed.
-Lem would never agree to that.

The D.A. gave him no choice.
He has to give you guys up.

And now all this bullshit
could blow back on me.

You gotta get a message to your boy
and tell him to shut the hell up.

Can you do that?

If you speak to him, can you
convince him to keep his mouth shut?

Yes.

Then do it, for Christ's sake.

I don't know where he is.

You know,
Kavanaugh is out of control.

But with Lemansky unaccounted-for
he's got the chief's ear...

...and now the D.A.'s smelling blood,
all of ours.

I shouldn't be telling you this
but you threatened me!

So now I've told you
everything I know.

Now it's time to clean this up.

We'll look the other way
on the solicitation...

...but you gotta make a statement
about Spank's involvement...

...in the robbery and the b*ating,
do a little time yourself for the stickup.

No. Spank wasn't there
when the cabby got rolled.

If you're afraid of Spank,
we'll protect you. He will not hurt you.

You guys just see
pimp and hooker.

Yeah, that's not who we are.

Says the hooker letting pimp daddy
drag her into the sh*t with him.

No, actually he dragged me out.

He dragged me out
of the steaming sh*t piles...

...of a superficial...

...empty...

...everything.

And then he hosed me off,
and he held me...

...and he made me whole.

I had nothing.
I was nothing before I met him.

According to your sister,
you had a nice condo.

You equate a roof over your head
to love?

What exactly does equal love?

Do you see the wrinkles on my face?

-Do you see them?
-Yes.

Well, Spank doesn't.

I understand you not wanting
to be away from your boyfriend.

But what do you think's gonna happen
when you go to jail?

We both know that your man's
just gonna set his sights...

...on the next piece of
Century City ass that comes his way.

Shut your mouth!
Shut your g*dd*mn mouth!

-Who do you think you are?
-Hey.

-You don't know us!
-Okay, okay.

-How dare you?
-Get her off me, Dutch. Get her off me.

-No, let's just sit down.
-You don't know me!

-Sit down.
-Let go of me.

Your girl just gave you up.

Says it was your idea.
You're the one who b*at up the john.

I know that didn't happen.

She put the claws in you, right?

Shouldn't let no woman
do you like that.

Woman like Tori.
Smart, educated, good job.

How do you turn out a girl like that?

Any punk can get some cr*ck ho
to go down on d*ck.

But how do I get a little pink toe
from Westwood to do what I say...

...whenever I say?

Every chick's got a hole
in her heart...

...and it's connected
to the one between her legs.

I just figure out how to fill it.

And then I feed it to her.

And I keep feeding it to her,
until it's overflowing.

Until she can't live without it.

Then I take it away.

That makes me God.

Tori was easy.

Her fiancé left her last year
for some young-blood bitch.

I just kept telling old girl
she was still the prom queen...

...like back in the day.

And that white f*gg*t dude,
he didn't have eyes to see.

Sooner or later, all b*tches break.
Every g*dd*mn one.

That's if you got game.

And that's why she's your whore?

You born a woman,
I can make you my ho.

Which is why she's saying
I had nothing to do with no illegal sh*t.

Now that ya'll got some pimpology,
no charge...

...my black ass is out of here, right?

-Anyone here believe Lem cut a deal?
-Maybe he felt like he had no choice.

He's out in the wind alone.
Becca's probably pushing it.

He has no idea about this ranch
in San lgnacio...

...or the money we're gonna funnel
to him.

-Becca told you he took a deal?
-No, Aceveda.

-Aceveda?
-He's got a stake in this too.

-Not like we do.
-He could be full of sh*t.

We can't know
what's inside Lem's head...

...until we see him face to face.

We need an exit strategy.

-How are gonna get out of this?
-We don't.

We need to fill Lem in, on the cash,
the ranch, the lines of communication.

He's right. You know, Lem...

...he's been in the dark
as much as we've been.

And if Lem is talking,
it's because he believes...

...that Antwon has marked him
as a dead man behind bars.

Now, once he knows
what we've pulled together for him...

...he'll go along.

He will.

We go to the spot.

If he doesn't show...

...assume he made the deal.

And then what?

If he does show...

...we'll take his temperature,
make sure he's still solidly onboard.

He'll be onboard.

Lem trusts us.

He trusts us.

And I still trust Lem.

I do.

-Where's Vendrell?
-sh*t, they're taking different cars.

-I'll take Mackey. You take Gardocki.
-All right.

-Cob, keep your distance.
-Okay.

Ronnie, I got a tail.
I'm trying to lose him.

-You sure?
-He’s pretty far back but he’s there.

Watch your back, man.

Looks like I got one too.

Call Shane.
Give him a heads up.

-Yeah.
-Vic and I both have tails.

sh*t. I'm looking.

We gotta lose them without looking
like we’re trying. Take your time.

We can't lead Kavanaugh to Lem.

-I don't see anyone on me yet.
-Vic says whoever loses his tail first...

...gets to Lem,
moves him someplace safe...

...until we regroup.

All right, I got it.

-Hey.
-Jesus, man, I'm glad to see you.

-Hey, man. Hey.
-What's up?

-We gotta get out.
-What's going on?

Kavanaugh's got a tail on Vic and
Ronnie. Maybe an eye up in the sky.

Follow me to the body shop
that closed down.

-The one on Mission, okay?
-All right, man.

Captain?

I've been reviewing
Officer Hanlon's package.

Julien's T.O. report.

You ignored a recommendation
for dismissal?

Right. You know,
with all due respect to Julien...

...you'll find, as I did,
that he's a little tightly wound.

Suffice it to say
I felt he was too tough on Tina.

She deserved a second chance.

Two counts of excessive force,
contamination of crime scenes...

...failure to identify
an undercover officer in the field.

-Seems more like a sixth chance.
-She's still learning her field work.

But her instincts are good.

It's why Dutch agreed
to take her under his wing.

She's very intuitive.

I'm calling her PBA rep.

Start the paperwork for dismissal.

You know,
you may not want to do that.

Tina and l, we...

...made an arrangement.

Someone was ripping off
the gourmet quick-mealer.

I figured it was an inside job,
put a nanny cam in the locker room.

There were photos of Officer Hanlon
in her skivvies...

...that got out into the world.

The important thing is that Dutch and l
handled it quietly and efficiently.

All I did was find the pictures,
bring them to Steve's attention.

-I had nothing to do with--
-You helped cover up this mess...

...for a sh*t into Hanlon's panties.

assh*le.

You want to spend your first month
overseeing a full-time lawsuit...

...ruining several careers,
Wagenbach's included, you go ahead.

Never thought it'd come to this.

Hasn't come to anything yet.

What now?

I'll go back and get Vic and Ronnie.

We got a way for you
to get to Mexico.

What, like Gilroy?

No, man. The man d*ed alone.
I'm not going that route.

Look, you're not a miserable drunk.

-It's gonna be different.
-No, it won't.

It won't.

Look, I'm not going.

-No more running.
-So you'll spend your life...

...looking over your shoulder
for Antwon Mitchell?

You in Mexico's the only thing
that keeps us safe. Especially you.

-How am I gonna live in Mexico?
-We got it figured out.

-How?
-San Ignacio.

-What the hell is that, some sh*thole?
-No man, it's a ranch.

In the mountains. We got a Federale
that's gonna get you there.

It's beautiful, man.
It's gonna be peaceful.

We got money parked
in an account for you.

It's all set up.

-Mara and I even kicked in five grand.
-I don't want that.

It's just a start.

We'll keep skimming off the street.
Keep you hooked up.

I can't. I can't. I can't do that.

It's all in play.

Trust me, man. It's gonna work.
It's gonna work.

There's a way for me
to take the hit solo.

-No.
-There is.

No, there's not.
Man, Kavanaugh, Aceveda, the D.A.

There's no other deal to make.

They're gonna make you give us up.

Maybe not now.
Maybe a year from now.

But man, you got one chance
to get out of here.

Take it, man.
Take that chance right now. Take it.

I got it figured out.

Why did you even come back tonight
if you weren't planning on leaving?

Dude, I came to see you guys.

Don't do this, man.

Look, where's Vic?
I wanna talk to Vic.

He'll call when he loses his tail.

We can't let Kavanaugh catch us
with you, man.

Mara's pregnant again.

No sh*t?

Yeah, yeah, almost three months.

I wasn't supposed to say anything
to anybody until next week, but....

-Hey, congratulations.
-Yeah, yeah.

-Hey, hey.
-Yeah, it's another mouth to feed.

Mara's gonna be laid up near the end,
so I'm gonna have to...

...step it up, you know?

Man,
I hope I get to see the little guy.

Or girl.

Little girl, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, a little girl.

Hey, I'm gonna be all right.

Shane.

-Yeah.
-Shane.

I'm gonna be all right.

It's all about family, right?

Look, what if Vic and Ronnie
can't shake the tail?

-Maybe they doubled back to the Barn.
-I'll go check it out, all right?

Move your car.

Get it out of sight.

-Did you get enough to eat today?
-No, I'm hungry.

-I brought you some food.
-Thanks.

Hey.

Thanks, man.

My favorite, buddy.

Shane? Shane!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, buddy.

I'm so sorry, buddy.

Lem.

Lem, I'm sorry!

But I had to, right?

But you know I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, man.

Buddy.

Oh, God!

What are we gonna do
if Lem doesn't show?

He's gonna show.

He will.

Hey.

I had a tail.

-Took me awhile to shake it.
-Yeah.

-Lem hasn't shown, huh?
-He's late...

...but he'll be here.

Hey. It's your lucky day.

Cab driver can't lD you,
she won't testify against you.

Only thing to testify about is my love
for that girl right there.

I'm getting you out of here soon.

Yeah, get yourself out of here.

-Take him out, would you?
-Let's go.

Dutch, I spoke to your ex-partner,
the new captain.

She says she trusts your instincts...

...so she wants me to increase
the number of hours I trail you.

I just wanted to say thank you
for putting in the good word.

Yeah, sure.

Okay.

Hey.

You know why you're gonna be
such a great detective someday?

Because most people don't realize
how damn smart you are.

They just see the surface.

They can't get past your looks
to see what you're really about.

I know, right?

But you're not as smart
as you need to be.

The help I'm offering
doesn't come along every day.

And if I'm gonna spend
my valuable time focusing it on you...

...well, you better make it
worth my while.

Sure. Definitely. Of course.

-What's going on?
-I don't know.

-He did it.
-No.

He's not coming.

Look,
maybe he had some heat on him.

He had to hide.

He's coming
or he's gonna get a message to us.

And we're gonna wait for him.
Gonna give him more time.

Kavanaugh could be
at our houses now, man.

We have got to get out of here.

Vic.

Go home.

Check around.
Look for anything incriminating.

Don't take any chances.

No.

We're gonna wait.

Yeah?

Your transfer's denied.
I need my best detective on this.

Grenades.

The thing this morning.

The El Salvadorans.
The leader's missing.

His name is Guardo. Start there.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Vic. Vic, you can't touch anything.

You happy?

Are you happy now,
Detective Mackey?

Stop it! Stop!

Break them up!

Come on.

Lieutenant.

That's enough, come on.

-Come on, come on.
-It's over, guys.

Let's go, break it up.
Come on. Let's go.

Get off of him.

-Move. Get off. We got him.
-Come on.

It's all right. It's all right.

Lieutenant, let's go.

Calm down. Calm down.

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

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