"NARRATOR:" "Previously on The Shield." "CLAUDETTE:" "Kleavon Gardner, questioned on four separate homicides." "Kleavon is not a killer." "I'm his sister." "Believe me, I'd know it." "We're releasing your brother." "DUTCH:" "Deep down, you know we're right." "There's something wrong with him, you just don't wanna see it." "Now that you know, things will add up." "About six months ago, we found this kilo of pure heroin in the glove compartment your car." "But you never logged it into evidence." "Lem got picked up by IAD." "Got him wearing a wire." "Kavanaugh might be planning to formally arrest you." "That happens, we'll be ready to bail you out." "You hired a lawyer?" "You need to shift perception, make Internal Affairs look like they're hurting good guys." "I got Mackey making a deal with the Russians." "Hot prescription drugs." "Here's our good faith." "Yes." "COP:" "Do it." "OFFICERS:" "Freeze!" "[ALL SHOUTING]" "What the hell is going on?" "The IAD just shit all over our sting." "What's this?" "I don't know where you got your intel, but it's wrong." "He ran the whole operation by me this afternoon." "I guess IAD will spin any kind of fiction to stain good cops bad." "[TRUCK BEEPING]" "MAN:" "Coming." "Looks good, yeah." "All right." "Gonna be tight." "Is there another way in?" "BILLINGS:" "No, this is it." "MOVER:" "All right." "Come on, down here, guys." "BILLINGS:" "Oh!" "Watch it." "Delicate machinery, people." "MOVER:" "Oh, hang on." "BILLINGS:" "Careful, guys." "Watch the turn." "Watch the turn." "Coming through." "Heads up." "DETECTIVE 1:" "Heads up?" "DETECTIVE 2:" "I'll grab it for evidentiary." "BILLINGS:" "Watch your back, Dutch boy." "You gotta be kidding me." "BILLINGS:" "No." "Hey, guys, just be careful on the landing, all right?" "I don't want you to scratch the leather." "Ah?" "After our big pharmaceutical bust, the brass put through some of my purchase orders they've been sitting on." "Well, now you'll be sitting in style." "DUTCH:" "Anything for us?" "[THUD]" "BILLINGS:" "Careful." "Come on." "I give that couch two weeks before we're moving it down here." "I'm not wired." "You're what?" "Look." "I'm not wired." "I don't get this guy." "What did Kavanaugh say?" "I can't find him." "I went by the motel." "It's empty." "I called his cell, offices, no answer." "Why hasn't he arrested you?" "Maybe he never had a solid case." "VIC:" "You think he's packing it in?" "What, pull the plug on the investigation?" "Until we're sure, we act like it's still on." "But I like the feeling I'm getting." "[KNOCKS]" "Vic, I hate to start your morning with this, but multiple gang homicide." "Beautiful." "Better than a strong cup of coffee." "[SIRENS WAILING]" "Set tripping?" "JULIEN:" "Drive-by." "Male victim's affiliated Bop Street judging by the ink." "It's what happens when you cross enemy lines." "SHANE:" "That turf's been gang-neutral since Antwon's crew slithered out of Dodge." "Any witnesses?" "Yeah." "Friends of the deceased." "And about as helpful." "VIC:" "Yo." "You two see anything?" "Yeah, brothers having courage." "My boys went down wet like real G's." "Do you know who did this?" "KASPER:" "Some hater." "They almost capped me and Moni too." "Beyond that I couldn't say." "Did you get a look at the car?" "We didn't see nothing." "VIC:" "Well, you better start searching your memory or you're gonna get a good look at the inside of our car on the way to the station." "So me and my breezie almost catch hollow points and po-po got his foot up my ass?" "Ain't that some toy white-cop bullshit." "Better check your colour, honky." "BILLINGS:" "Chair over here, all right?" "MOVER:" "Yeah, all right." "You getting rid of that chair?" "You know, the stuffing in this one is shot." "My ass dies a daily death." "Yeah, well, sorry." "It's headed back to surplus." "Well, you can send this one back." "Inventory's expecting that one." "Well, well, well." "Pretty ballsy showing your face around here." "I get to officially notify you that Internal Affairs is investigating all four members of your former Strike Team." "Well, you got burned trying to make that case already." "Why don't you move on?" "Since all the Strike Team's files, all your files on them are here," "I'm gonna be setting up shop in the Barn until my investigation's complete." "You're kidding me, right?" "[KAVANAUGH LAUGHING]" "Most of the time, just not this time." "Ahem." "And where exactly do you think you're gonna drop anchor?" "Well, I need some privacy, and I don't wanna restrict any of these officers from using the interrogation rooms." "So the easiest thing for me to do is to use your office." "Excuse me, lieutenant." "Are you forgetting that I'm captain here?" "KAVANAUGH:" "Acting captain." "And that entitles you to a workspace and a phone." "Not a private office." "But I understand the last captain did very well right here on the killing floor." "Sorry for the inconvenience." "Scott?" "Hey." "Put that stuff..." "Put it over there till I can work this shit out." "I didn't see nothing." "I don't know nothing." "I got nothing to say except thank the Most High my man's okay." "Your man?" "He's a kid and you're not." "How's that work?" "He laces me with nice shit and got a big dick." "It's all good." "RONNIE:" "You're a deep one." "See, what I'm having a hard time understanding is..." "Aside from the ghetto-speak." "Is why some evildoers lit up on your peace posse for no good reason?" "It's the Curse of the Fu Manchu?" "Arrogant little prick for only being 19, Preston." "That's my government name." "The homeys call me Kasper." "The famous Kasper?" "Been making quite a name for yourself these last few months moving rock." "You must have me confused with some other cat." "I hear you been working with the rival sets." "Black, brown, One-Niners, Spookstreet." "You're an equal-opportunity dope dealer." "Don't know about that." "But see, when you white in Farmington, you don't fit in, so you gotta make friends everywhere." "It'd make it a whole lot easier on us if we just put our heads together on this." "Yeah, it would be." "But see, I ain't no cheese-eating rodent." "VIC:" "Looks like you been gnawing on something nasty to me." "[CELL PHONE RINGS]" "Yeah." "BILLINGS:" "Vic?" "We got issues here." "What the hell are you doing?" "KAVANAUGH:" "I know this will come as a big surprise to you, but you and your team are the subject of an IAD investigation, which I am heading up." "You already lost face in front of the brass, blowing our Russian bust." "How's this play helping you?" "I appreciate your concern, but let me worry about that." "Don't expect any cooperation from those folks down there." "They're a home crowd." "I wouldn't do anything to wanna upset them." "Last thing I wanna do is rock the boat." "[###]" "Ahh." "Man, if he'd arrest me already, at least then he'd have to lay out what he's got." "[KNOCKS]" "Goddamn it." "VIC:" "Oh, come in." "Hey." "BECCA:" "Hey." "Lem, Ronnie, you remember Becca Doyle from the Crawford case." "Yeah, hey." "VIC:" "Well, she's representing us now." "Protecting us legally against this nut job upstairs." "You lawyered up?" "SHANE:" "She's helping out all of us." "For just such an occasion." "You're taken care of." "Well, your boy Kavanaugh's quite the loose cannon." "Even his IAD buddies are surprised by this move." "He's made it personal, which helps me make the case that you're being unfairly targeted." "[DOOR OPENS]" "Oh." "This looks like attorney-client privilege." "Yes, it is." "Ms. Doyle, is it?" "Yes." "Jon Kavanaugh." "I'm representing all four of these detectives." "Make sure your communications with them go through me." "Oh, be my pleasure." "Looking forward to working with you." "You just let me know when you're ready, okay?" "All right." "Okay." "All right." "We gotta concentrate on doing our jobs." "Let her worry about whatever bullshit charges he's trumping up." "The last thing we want is him getting at you through some side door." "Throws you off your game, he comes at you on competency issues or some mistake you make on the street." "Well, we got some dead kids to account for." "Kasper and his squeeze gave us zip." "What's the next move?" "All right, the dead bangers are Bop Street." "It could be their own set whacked them for breaking ranks, working with white folks." "That's a tree worth shaking." "LEM:" "All right." "Appreciate what you're doing." "Yeah, thanks." "[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]" "[CALYPSO KNOCKS]" "Step off, ho." "You got nothing to trade." "I been flossing and pussy tossing." "PAPERBO Y:" "Hand it over." "Oh, shit, get out the back!" "Whoo!" "[COUGHING]" "LEM:" "Police." "[GRUNTING]" "On the ground." "VIC:" "Couple of your crew caught dirt naps today." "I'm thinking you Bop Street boys are policing yourselves." "You're tripping, man." "Then why were they rolling with Kasper?" "We all right with Kasper, mostly." "As in you wanted him and his crew mostly dead, or you beefing with some other set?" "I don't know." "This guy's rank and file." "RONNIE:" "Look what I found." "We been letting Bop Street run game as long as you kept it low-key." "Truce is over." "You tell Gunsmoke I'm gonna shut down a Bop Street rock house every two hours until I get that shooter." "SHANE:" "Your clique, rival set, doesn't matter." "We want a name." "Nice touch." "Crack vials." "That's old school." "A name by the end of today or Bop Street can start filing for Chapter 11." "DUTCH:" "Uh, no." "Thank you." "Well, what do you know." "Robbery-Homicide." "Seems they're sniffing around the Dutch man, wanna set up an interview." "That's impressive, elite of the elite." "Well, it's not a total surprise." "We've closed some big ones, the whole business with the DA's behind us." "I guess we got some buzz." "You, anyway." "Hey, isn't that, uh?" "CLAUDETTE:" "Fatima Gardner." "It's Kleavon's sister." "Yeah." "You all were pretty sure Kleavon killed that girl back when." "Lana Gregory." "Her and several others, we just weren't able to prove it." "I've been doing what you said, watching and listening." "And I found this while I was cleaning his room." "It's Kleavon's." "DUTCH:" "That's a lot of blood." "We'II, uh..." "We'll check this for DNA." "FATIMA:" "I don't know if he's noticed it's missing." "He hasn't mentioned cutting himself or an accident." "If there's nothing to it, he never has to know you were here." "I don't know how to look at him anymore." "My own brother." "Just go home, keep doing what you're doing." "Don't be nervous." "Don't give him any reason to think twice." "FATIMA:" "You know, she says not to seem nervous." "How am I supposed to do that?" "I just don't know if I can take this." "If we searched your brother's room for evidence..." "It's your house, you have every legal right to let us inside." "Kleavon been, uh, keeping odd hours?" "Being secretive?" "FATIMA:" "Nothing out of the ordinary, except the shirt." "His room's this way." "All the furniture's mine." "Only thing he brought was, uh, the mirror." "Kleavon do anything else with his time besides work?" "Reads a little." "Watches TV." "Like everyone else." "Dear Lord." "[DOOR CLOSES] [FATIMA GASPS]" "Fatima?" "Fatima?" "[FATIMA GASPING]" "Fatima?" "FATIMA:" "Hey." "Changing the sheets." "I thought you were at the track." "Aw, bum day." "They only needed me an hour." "Here, let me help, then make me a grilled cheese." "I got it." "It's okay." "It's all right, it's already done." "You all right?" "Course." "Come on, I'll make you some lunch." "KLEAVON:" "Can you believe all that time and effort just to get across town then they send me home after an hour?" "[FATIMA CHUCKLES]" "FATIMA:" "You want some pickles?" "Sure." "FATIMA:" "Okay." "What about that...?" "That other job you were looking into?" "Oh, manager told me to call back next week." "FATIMA:" "Oh, baby, something will turn up." "KLEAVON:" "Yeah." "You going to Barbara's house tonight?" "Just curious." "Hey, you know, we need some paper towels." "Where the hell's our door?" "The other one too." "That son of a bitch." "Thought you might like a little fresh air." "Let a little sunshine in." "Pretty cheap stunt." "I assume you guys have got nothing to hide, right?" "Anyway, with all the confusion last week," "I never did get a chance to congratulate you on that bust." "Nice work, even if it was a little unorthodox." "[KAVANAUGH CHUCKLES]" "But back to business." "I need to see you in my office." "Not without my lawyer." "Becca Doyle, huh?" "Good call." "Let me know when she gets here." "Vendrell, you got a sec?" "Or do you, uh, need a lawyer too?" "No, I'm good." "VIC:" "Shane." "I'll answer whatever questions you got." "I see you just bought a new house." "L.A. real estate's bananas." "You doing a little moonlighting, security work on the side?" "Mara's a realtor." "Between our two salaries, we make do." "Reason I'm here is I wanna nail shut the Terry Crowley file." "I see that." "That happened over two years ago." "IAD cleared us." "Or didn't you hear the squeaks in your rat hole?" "Wonder if you'd mind taking a look at a transcript of your interview after the, uh, shooting." "See if it jars anything new loose." "I've been looking at your jacket." "Wow." "Pretty effective cop." "Gotten yourself into a couple of sketchy situations along the way." "Black mark or two." "You were on your own for a while last year." "Vice." "What made you come back to the Strike Team?" "I would think that you would wanna make a name for yourself flying solo." "Like you dribbling shit all over us to make a name for yourself?" "All the same, living in Mackey's shadow all the time?" "You don't feel that he was trying to get you back into the fold so that he could get a leash on you, do you?" "What's here is how it went down." "So there was just you, Vic," "Terry and Two-Time in that room?" "Just me and Vic." "No Lemansky, no Gardocki?" "It was true then, it's true now." "Thanks so much for your help." "I'm gonna need you to sign a document confirming that you know that we are reopening the Terry Crowley case and you are under investigation." "Blow me." "CLAUDETTE:" "I've talked to every precinct in the city." "No recent bodies matching Kleavon's m.o." "You gonna do something with that?" "Just got off the phone with Robbery-Homicide." "Turns out they didn't just find me." "A "veteran detective" recommended they review my file?" "I'm gonna check Missing Persons again." "Are you trying to get rid of me?" "I thought Robbery-Homicide was your dream job." "I didn't need your help." "There is buzz." "Hey, you guys have a Fatima Gardner sign in to see you this morning?" "Yeah." "Her brother just reported her missing." "Yeah?" "Captain left a few things up here." "He asked me to get them." "Sure." "Anything you need." "I pulled this off the wall downstairs." "Pretty demeaning, don't you think?" "Doesn't really bother me." "Just boys being boys." "A lot of money on Vic being your baby's daddy." "Everybody's got an opinion." "Heard a lot of rumours about the two of you." "Are you saying that they aren't true?" "Look, I'm sure you won't blame me when I don't discuss stupid gossip about my personal life with IAD." "Sexual relationships between department personnel need to be divulged in a timely manner according to the employee handbook." "Failure to do so can result in suspensions, even demotions." "You just got a pay bump recently, didn't you?" "Come on, there's no relationship between me and Vic." "Should I make this official?" "Because I can do that, widen my investigation." "[DANNY SIGHS]" "Vic and I had a thing, okay?" "It's in the past." "When was that?" "Eight or nine months ago?" "You wanna get a court order to draw blood, go right ahead." "But this is none of your business." "You still have to disclose your relationship with Mackey." "Fill out the forms today and I'll overlook the tardiness." "Hey, Vic." "Checked out our next Bop Street target on Hoover." "Doors and windows are fortified." "All right, have Ronnie get a doorknocker." "Flash-bangs too." "All right, man." "VIC:" "Hey." "Hang on." "OFFICER:" "Over there." "Gunsmoke." "We were just about to pay a visit to another one of your crack palaces." "Look, man, I don't know who capped my peoples, but I tell you straight up, it wasn't no Bop Street niggers." "After Hoover we're gonna stop by your Temple Street smoke house." "That'll bring your one-day loss to what, 12 K?" "You know what it does to my street cred even walking into this pig farm?" "Oink when you got something we can use." "Hold up, hold up, hold up." "Come here." "Tell him." "I'm chilling at homegirl's around the way, hear shots, see these two vatos drive off." "What did they look like?" "Vatos." "You know, shaved heads, white tees." "Guy driving had "L.A." tattooed all up in here." "But I didn't get a look at the dude shooting." "LEM:" "What kind of car?" "Old, I don't know." "[SCOFFS]" "But they was riding on gold-anodised hundred-spoke D's." "I know my wheels." "So we straight now?" "VIC:" "Not yet." "How's a punk-ass wigger like Kasper get respect from a crew hard as Bop Street?" "Thought he was a poser myself for a minute." "White boy got business skills." "Splits fifty-fifty off top, so folks are getting paid." "Come with these names for the product:" "Pink Yo, Yellow Fever." "Same old shit, only different coloured caps." "You're moving Kasper's product out of the place we took down this morning?" "GUNSMOKE:" "Look, man, fiends want what Kasper's selling." "Can't argue with the free market." "Looking forward to that truce again, fellas." "DANNY:" "Hey, Vic, you gotta sec?" "I'll get on those rims." "What's up?" "Uh, that guy from IAD got all over me about department policy, disclosure of personal relationships on the job." "None of his business." "Yeah, well, he's pushing me really hard." "Okay?" "I can't take a suspension or a pay cut right now." "I gotta notify Billings." "I just wanted you to know." "When was the last time you saw your sister?" "Lunchtime." "She was gonna run out for some soda, never came back." "Your family drinks a lot of soda." "I seem to remember you were out for soda when Lana Gregory was killed." "CLAUDETTE:" "It's only a few hours, grown woman." "Bit premature to call the police." "I know my sister." "She say she be back, she be back." "Mind if we look around?" "Wouldn't have called you if I did." "CLAUDETTE:" "I'll take her room, you take his." "Fatima's room's clean." "Back door's unlocked." "What do you have?" "It's what I don't have." "Kleavon's death kit." "Latex gloves, knife, duct tape." "It's gone." "I was..." "I was here earlier." "What?" "It was spur of the moment." "Fatima gave her consent." "You searched a murder suspect's house without backup?" "What if Kleavon showed up?" "I hid in the closet." "He didn't see me." "I slipped out the back door." "If you're wrong, and he confronted her after you left..." "I shouldn't have come alone, but I wasn't sure you were up to it." "Stress is a trigger, I saw you were hurting this morning." "I am fine." "OFFICER:" "Got a neighbour says he saw a prowler exiting the backyard this morning, wearing what he called "a hundred-dollar suit."" "I'll deal with the neighbour if you think I'm up to it." "Take Kleavon to the Barn, get a statement." "I paid over $300 for this suit." "KAVANAUGH:" "Hey." "BECCA:" "Who's this?" "It's Terry Crowley." "He was one of my guys, killed by a drug dealer couple years ago." "That is one version." "Terry was working for Justice, investigating allegations of a relationship between drug dealers and your clients." "BECCA:" "You have a different version?" "Detective Mackey, either acting alone or with other members of his team, killed Detective Crowley or put him in a position to be killed." "Just like that Russian I was gonna murder before you blew our sting?" "Any evidence or are you all attitude?" "In due course." "These theatrics why you wanted to see us?" "I'm sure the three of us have better things to do." "Yes." "I'm officially informing you you are under investigation for the death of Terry Crowley, and other allegations of corruption." "You have a right to a PBA rep, to a lawyer." "I see you already got one, and a good one." "Please, could you get him to initial here and here, his signature there?" "BECCA:" "We'll cooperate fully so you can stop wasting everyone's time, lieutenant." "I suppose you want a statement?" "Actually, if you could, uh, have your clients walk me through the house where Terry Crowley was killed, that would be great." "I'll arrange it soon." "Oh, and take down these photos or I'll file for harassment." "Becca." "Thought the headline in this case was David against Goliath." "Or did this murder charge slip your mind?" "I can't talk about this right now." "[WHISPERS] This is a big goddamn deal." "It's all a lie." "I'm sorry." "I'll call you later." "What the hell's going on?" "He told them to bring me in." "Can you take the kids?" "You don't have to talk to him, remember?" "I just wanna get this over with." "He can't compel your cooperation." "If you feel uncomfortable at any time, you just leave." "Okay." "Corrine." "Thanks for coming." "The children, they can wait inside." "I can take care of my own kids." "Okay." "This way." "Upstairs." "Hey, guys." "Dad, what the hell's going on?" "Don't talk like that." "He's a cop, right?" "Did Mom do something wrong?" "No, never." "Come on." "BILLINGS:" "Vic." "I, uh, caught a 187 times two." "Need you to get on it." "What's 187 mean?" "It means Dad's gonna find you guys a ride." "Come on, kids." "Let's go." "You need anything?" "Can I get you something?" "Coffee or water?" "Just ask your questions." "You've told me that it's really difficult to make both the tuitions." "Yet Vic seems to be able to come up with the money all the time." "How do you think he does that?" "Overtime." "Yeah, I've checked those paystubs." "He always has been a good provider, wouldn't you say?" "I guess that might change now that you have to split the pie four ways instead of three, huh?" "I don't understand." "Oh, maybe you're not aware," "Officer Danielle Sofer, who works here, is filing paperwork admitting to a sexual relationship with Vic over the last couple of years." "When did you get divorced?" "Last year." "Right." "Officer Sofer is now pregnant." "Is this another imaginary child like Andy?" "I mean, what kind of a man says he has an autistic child to a woman who has two of her own?" "How sick is that?" "You know, I didn't really like doing that." "I'm sorry, I just needed to know what kind of woman you are." "Corrine..." "Really, I mean, this is not about me." "This is about Vic." "It's about you, it's about the kids, it's about this new baby, how we got to this place, and where we're gonna go from here." "Please." "Have a seat?" "VIC:" ""L.A." California." "Same calibre as the Bop Street hit." "LEM:" "Yup." "It's gotta be the shooter from this morning." "Payback's a bitch." "Yeah, and karma's a whore." "Amado Alvaro." "His place." "No sign of forced entry." "What about ass-boy over there?" "STAMOS:" "No ID yet." "Neighbour called 911, saw Alvaro's car driving away a little while after she heard the gunshots." "Hooptie?" "Gold rims?" "Yeah, '69 Olds Cutlass." "Why?" "Run Alvaro's registration, put an APB out on the car." "Got it." "Squad, let me get a run on a '69 Olds Cutlass." "OFFICER [ON RADIO]:" "Vehicle should be rolling up to you right now, detective." "You see it?" "VIC:" "We got it." "Nice work, Larry." "Say hello to whoever killed L.A. and ass-boy." "Who's the Chinaman?" "VIC:" "I don't know, but we're gonna find out." "[TYRES SCREECHING] [HORN HONKING]" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Hey, you guys, hey!" "LEM:" "Stop!" "Go." "[GRUNTING]" "Stop." "SHANE:" "Hey." "Halt." "Hold it." "Hey, stop, dumb-ass." "It's a barbed-wire fence." "LEM:" "What the hell's he doing?" "[YELLS]" "[KANG GRUNTING]" "I didn't do nothing." "Except a double homicide." "That's crazy." "Amado's my main man." "Funny how you know exactly the murders we're talking about." "We got you fleeing the scene of a murder in the victim's car." "You take one last look at the outside world." "Where'd you put the murder weapon?" "They were dead when I got there, I swear." "All right, search the car." "KANG:" "He was into me for 10 grand." "Some white guy named Kasper was coming by to drop off money." "[KANG PANTING]" "VIC:" "Amado was meeting Kasper?" "I wasn't supposed to know." "Kasper was coming by to pay him for some work he did." "When I saw bodies, I bounced." "We've gotta take another run at Kasper." "Remember Terry Crowley?" "CORRINE:" "Sure, he was on Vic's team." "Do you remember any change in Vic's behaviour leading up to Terry's death?" "No, but he was pretty torn up afterwards." "We all were." "I'm sure it was, uh, terrible." "Terry was working for Justice, investigating your ex-husband's team for corruption." "Planting evidence, extortion, kickbacks, laundry list of things." "When Vic made Terry as working for the feds, we believe that he and Shane Vendrell murdered him." "Vic's a lot of things, but he's no killer." "Vic is a survivor." "He'll do whatever it takes to protect himself, his team and his family." "Are you really trying to tell me that after 12 years of marriage, you don't think that that man is capable of pulling the trigger on someone who's trying to take away everything from him?" "Everything?" "[CRYING] You need to stop this, okay?" "Don't cry." "I don't wanna see you shed one single tear." "Because tears imply that you didn't know." "And don't you sit here and tell me that you didn't know, Mrs. Mackey." "Twelve years you shared his bed." "You knew." "He paid your mortgage, he paid your bills, and now he's paying for private schools." "You always knew what he was capable of, just like you knew about the other women." "Don't you sit here and cry and tell me that he's a good man." "Because we both know that's bullshit." "You left him because you knew." "And yet you protect him." "You protect him and you lie." "You lie to me." "No." "Don't you dare sit here shedding tears." "You can only do that if you've earned that right, if it was all a surprise." "But it's not a surprise to the woman who knew him better than anyone else on this earth." "Is it?" "[JULIEN KNOCKS]" "JULIEN:" "Police." "Open up." "MAN:" "I can't!" "Help me." "Please, help me." "Please." "JULIEN:" "Sir, what's the problem?" "Something's got me..." "My dick..." "Please, just..." "Please help." "All right, sir, just relax, I'm gonna try to..." "No!" "No!" "No!" "Oh, God." "Shit." "Oh, please." "Please, hurry up." "You're caught in a rat trap." "Call the paramedics." "Get it off me, please." "One-Tango-Bravo requesting paramedics for male Hispanic, mid-30s..." "[SCREAMING]" "TINA:" "Lacerations on his groin." "TRUJILLO:" "Oh, God." "Sir, it's okay." "Paramedics are on the way." "Oh, damn." "Ouch." "Meanwhile, this IAD guy's got my nuts in a waffle iron." "You say this happened at a glory hole?" "Yeah, it's pretty sick, huh?" "Yeah." "Guy's lucky his schlong wasn't cut off." "Well, I figure the perp only let it snap halfway, otherwise it would've... no question." "Anyway, we're re-interviewing the victim as soon as he gets back from hospital." "Price tag." "Check out the hardware store that sold it." "It's one of 20 in the same transaction two days ago." "That's why my TO thought you'd wanna put detectives on it." "Well, I can't spare any, so why don't you guys run with it." "It's right up Julien's alley." "It's the kind of case he can really sink his teeth into." "You and Fatima had a fight." "She was nagging you too much, invading your privacy..." "Lady, I came to you." "Now y'all wanna pull me in here about this thing, you're wasting time." "My sister's missing." "And we're trying to find her." "Then why ain't you talking to that neighbour about the man he saw at my place?" "We're following up on that." "CLAUDETTE:" "We want to help you find your sister." "You have to start answering questions." "You gonna cooperate or not?" "Anything for her." "DUTCH:" "Give us a minute." "Anyone else, I'd say he's genuinely concerned about her." "Given that he's a homicidal sociopath, who knows?" "When we get this guy, I wanna administer the needle myself." "Wow." "He's really under your skin." "I wish I could get under his." "Okay, maybe we hit Kleavon with the bloody shirt, the missing death kit." "We get him rattled." "We've already exposed Fatima enough." "I don't want to blow her cover." "She could still be out there alive." "You know, he could've realised that the bloody shirt was missing figured out Fatima turned on him even if he didn't see me." "Great." "Now that we've covered your ass, you help me figure out what to do." "SHANE:" "Four o'clock this afternoon, where were you?" "Four o'clock this afternoon?" "I was at Moni's crib, hitting skins and smoking endo." "Don't believe me, ask the girl." "You know an Amado Alvaro?" "KASPER:" "No." "Shot and killed in his home along with a buddy." "Pretty messy." "Rest in peace." "Matches the description of someone we're looking for in the attack on you and your peeps." "Well, like the book says, "No hand raised against me shall prosper."" "The other DB is Adair Zeborio." "Vegas P.D. was looking at him on a murder-for-hire case." "Didn't make." "Professional hit." "He didn't get the whole job done, wigger got the last word." "This punk?" "Unlikely." "Hey, Gilligan's still half-baked on chronic." "Let's keep him yapping, see where it gets us." "All right." "Am I done here?" "SHANE:" "No, you're not done here." "Not until you tell us what you were doing at Amado Alvaro's apartment today." "You all are bugging." "I was at my homegirl's." "And how am I gonna try and kill somebody I never even heard of?" "And how long before you piss off the wrong Mandingo and he wastes your pasty wigger ass as reparations?" "Man, the streets got nothing but love for Kasper as long as I'm putting money in their pockets." "Ha." "One bad month and you'll be dangling from a balcony just like Vanilla Ice." "Another great white wannabe." "Next thing you know, we're gonna be hearing about some shitty rap album you're gonna wanna put out." "Why you tripping on this black-white shit?" "Colour ain't a thing." "Oh, come on, man." "This is just us glacier monkeys." "We both know white is right and black is wack." "Which is why you're rolling with the pretty white lady." "You might talk like a brother, but you hang with your own." "Not that the sisters would show you love anyway." "Man, I get more black ass than a bus bench in Compton, you heard?" "[VIC CHUCKLES]" "Hard for me to imagine you holding it down with some Nubian mattress-monster." "Well, then you need to ask somebody, one-time." "Taneisha's my go-to girl." "She let me tear her phat ass and sugar walls up any time I want." "White ho's only around because she swallows nut and I can take her home to Mom's without any drama." "Word." "LL Douchebag's starting to piss me off." "Yeah, well, he gave us enough to put his alibi to the taste test." "Pick up the girlfriend." "I'm gonna stick around." "You must've seen something." "The assailant had to walk right past you to leave that bathroom." "I really didn't get a look at him." "Get a booking slip going." "I need you to stand, hands behind your back." "TRUJILLO:" "What?" "Stand, hands behind your back." "You're arresting me?" "Public indecency, lewd conduct." "I'm not the one who did anything." "You think maybe I've suffered enough?" "I have a wife and daughters." "If they find out..." "Jesus." "Look, I don't normally do this sort of thing." "Just once or twice, to work stuff out." "JULIEN:" "In the cage." "Please, don't do this." "It'll ruin my marriage." "Come on, sir, come on." "I don't have to say anything to you." "We were married and I'm protected under spousal privilege." "He told you to say that, didn't he?" "Because it protects him." "You know you can waive that right any time you want to, right?" "Which is why he probably didn't even tell you to get an attorney, did he?" "You knew he's got his own lawyer?" "Maybe you saw her downstairs." "She's real pretty, dark-haired." "[SCOFFS]" "Such a good provider." "And yet he's covering his ass, he's covering guys' ass, and he leaves you just hanging out there." "You know why?" "Because he doesn't want you listening to anybody else but him." "Your lawyer would, uh, be looking after your interests." "And that doesn't help him." "That hurts him, in fact, so..." "Your lawyer would advise you to cooperate, tell me the truth." "Tell me what I wanna know." "But you're here all alone." "You wanna know what I see?" "I mean, just looking at you?" "I see a mother of three going away for obstructing justice, protecting a man she knows is a criminal." "What are your two autistic children gonna do when you're, like, locked away and you're serving your sentence?" "What are they gonna do?" "How are they gonna be in foster care?" "Stop it!" "Stop!" "Well, tell me what I wanna know." "I'm just asking you to tell me what..." "Tell me what I want to know." "Vic is not going to take care of those kids when you're gone." "Vic gave me some cash in a bag a little while ago." "That's it." "I don't know anything else." "There's nothing else." "Well, how much?" "Sixty-five thousand." "Where'd it come from?" "I didn't ask." "I never asked." "Where is it?" "I spent most of it on tuition and on therapists." "There's..." "There's only..." "There's only about $5000 left." "I need that money." "I need that money back." "Now." "Now you can cry." "SHANE:" "You might wanna rethink this alibi you're handing Kasper." "Because we can put him in the crib where Amado Alvaro got his brains splashed." "That's the guy who shot at you and killed your friends." "If you're lying to cover for your man-boy toy, we can get you on conspiracy to commit murder." "SHANE:" "Just like pulling the trigger yourself." "You'll be old and in the way by the time you see the sky again." "I got nothing to say, period, point-blank." "Kasper's got plenty to say about you." "KASPER [ON TAPE]:" "I get more black ass than a bus bench in Compton, you heard?" "[VIC CHUCKLES ON TAPE]" "Hard for me to imagine you holding it down with some Nubian mattress-monster." "KASPER:" "Well, then you better ask somebody, one-time." "Taneisha's my go-to girl." "She lets me tear her phat ass and sugar walls up any time I want." "White ho's only around because she swallows nut..." "You all right?" "Don't talk to me." "What happened?" "Not now." "Just let me go." "Corrine..." "SHANE:" "Vic." "Corrine, I'll call you." "Hey, Vic, Moni gave up our friendly ghost." "What's wrong?" "Hey, come on, man." "Let's go." "VIC:" "You know the thing about women?" "And it doesn't really matter what colour they are." "When they get pissed off, watch out." "Moni just threw your pink ass cheeks to the kerb." "VIC:" "You had the smarts, the business model." "SHANE:" "The stripper girlfriend." "What you didn't have was the street cred." "Not really." "Not like some hard-ass brother." "You're only a true baller when somebody wants you dead." "If the bullets miss you, makes you immortal to the street, right?" "So you hired Alvaro and Zeborio to shoot up your friends." "Make you look like the target." "Market yourself as some bad-ass dude instead of a punk-ass white boy." "You been smoking crack." "SHANE:" "Your girl, Moni, just gave us the key to her locker at the Cheetah, where she stashed the TEC-9 you did the two hitmen with." "Shooter out of the way, you don't have to pay for the hit, right?" "The businessman in you saw a way to save a buck, instead it's gonna cost you three to five dimes in the state pen." "Bitches ain't shit." "Your sister's a church-going woman." "You grow up that way?" "Jesus is my saviour, that's what you mean?" "That's what I love about the church." "No matter how bad you are, how often, forgiveness is always there." "All you gotta do is come clean." "What's that got to do with finding her?" "I don't know." "Maybe she started looking at you funny after you murdered Lana." "Maybe she wanted to ask you about it, but she was too scared." "Then one day it all came out." "But you couldn't have that." "So you had her killed and reported her missing so you could make yourself look innocent." "No!" "I didn't kill my sister." "That's my blood." "They're all somebody's blood, Kleavon." "Didn't stop you then, why would it stop you this time?" "Don't talk to me like that!" "I'll talk to you any way I goddamn please." "You can't arrest me and you're not helping me." "I'll find her myself." "I'd be willing to make these charges go away on two conditions." "TRUJILLO:" "Anything you want." "You never do this type of thing again." "My word." "And you help us ID the guy who did this." "Ha." "Then I'll be involved in a court case." "I know how this works." "My brother's a lawyer." "Either way, it's all public." "I'll keep your name out of this." "But I cannot get this guy and his 19 other rat traps off the street without your help." "The bridge of his nose is right, but his cheekbones are higher." "Hey." "You decided to cut him some slack?" "Lesser of two evils, gets the kook off the streets." "You think we're looking for a vigilante?" "Don't know." "Julien, you and I got off to a rough start but I feel like things are starting to make more sense." "Good." "Look, man, I grew up with my gay uncle living with us, so it's no big deal to me, but I saw what he had to go through." "I honestly just didn't get your situation." "I'm not sure what you're trying to say." "All I'm saying is that I understand." "And it's between you and your wife anyway, so I'm cool." "You're cool?" "With what?" "That I'm the TO that should've washed you out weeks ago?" "You don't understand anything." "I know why you recommended me for Robbery-Homicide." "There's no need to thank me." "You're getting sicker and you can't bear for me to see it." "A woman may be dead because you wanted to protect me." "I shouldn't have done the search without you." "I'm sorry." "I do not let my illness get in the way of my job." "You do." "That's dangerous." "I'm not leaving you." "Detectives?" "You wanted to be notified of any black female dump jobs." "Late 40s." "Probably strangled." "That's not Kleavon's m.o. That's his sister." "Uni says it looks like rape." "To his own sister?" "[SIRENS BEEPING]" "OFFICER:" "Just showed up on scene." "It's not Fatima." "DUTCH:" "Who is it?" "Look at this." "He chopped her hair off." "Yeah." "Not with scissors." "Probably a knife?" "You recognise the haircut?" "Looks like I got under Kleavon's skin after all." "Hey, thanks for swinging by." "I wanted to finish this in person." "Me too." "If you didn't before, now you can see how out of control Kavanaugh is." "I need to decide if I wanna represent you." "Any of you." "First you're a sacrificial lamb to appease angry voters after that referendum..." "We're the good guys in this." "Only not that good." "Because then you tell me Aceveda had you doing dirty work for him and is setting you up to take the fall." "Today I find out this is about capital murder on a cop." "Becca, it's a put-up job." "Right now," "I have no clue about who the hell you really are." "How can I help you with that?" "I actually had a kernel of faith that you could take the guy down." "Now it just seems like you've lost your senses." "You're under investigation, councilman." "For what?" "Your connection with Mackey." "I don't understand how you could be so gung ho to get this guy and yet be in his pocket at the same time." "Something I gotta look at." "What, you still think that I helped Vic set you up with that Russian sting?" "Man, he got to you." "Playing us against each other." "You may as well fold up your tent and go home." "One thing I know for sure, when you sat in this office, you could've put an end to him, but you didn't." "Now it's my turn." "You seriously think this little display of yours is gonna work?" "I need you to initial here, here, and I'd really like your signature here." "You're sill a reserve cop, right?" "I do have authority over you." "You walk out that door, I'm gonna take your badge and I'm gonna tell every reporter in town why." "Then you may as well add insubordination to your list of bullshit allegations." "You want any paperwork signed, you send it to my office, I'll have the city attorney take a look at it." "Fine." "I'm chairman of the Police Committee." "This is a fight you don't want." "I didn't want any of it." "But I'm here and I'm staying." "Corrine, call me." "Kavanaugh's upstairs with Aceveda." "What the hell's going on?" "It's almost 8 and he's still at it." "What do we do, just leave for the night?" "[###]" "[###]"