All language subtitles for The SHIELD - S04 E01 - The Cure (720p - BluRay)

[SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING]

[TIT]

George, alley's blocked off.
Take the back.

GEORGE: Yes, sir.

Suspect's inside. We're ready.

Let's do it. [GUNS COCK]

[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]

Get your hands on your head.
Right now. Get down. Get down.

Don't move. Stay right there.

You got the ink,
I got the paper.

[YELLING]

Hey, dog! Dog!

[GROWLING]

♪ When I'm older I can see ♪

♪ What my daddy
Tried to tell me ♪

That's one way to
get him to heel.

Six grand,
two dozen DVD players,

a loaded strap. Sweet.

DAN NY: I called it a code four.

Since the only
casualty was Cujo.

I didn't even hear him.
Suspect cut the vocal chords.

Didn't your TO warn
you they do that now?

The assistant chief's
on his way down.

Goddamn it. [GROANS]

BILLINGS: Good luck, rookie.

You would have been better
off shooting the suspect.

Why?

Ah, the ass chief figures
it's just a matter of time

before someone mistakes a kid

coming around a
corner for Rover.

Truth is,
the wife raises cockapoos.

Probably stops
giving him hummers

every time a mutt gets shot.

Didn't you read his mandate
a couple of months back?

I just started last week.
What's he coming down here for?

I'm sure it's not
to give you a medal.

Don't sweat it, Scooby.
We'll figure something out.

Oh, Shit.

Asst. Chief Phillips,
you didn't need to come

all the way down here.

PHILLIPS: Another dog was shot?
Nobody else was, thank God.

And, uh, we nailed Billings'
armed robbery suspect.

Got all the stolen merchandise.

Where's the triggerman?

VIC: Kid's just a rookie, sir.

Too young to read mandates
from the chief's office?

There was nothing he could've done.
Is he the shooter?

Sir, I'm telling you,
the kid had no choice.

The dog was reaching.

It was kill or be killed.

Oh, come on, Roy.

If the dog had a piece,
he was gonna use it.

Nice collar.

[LIGHT CHUCKLING]

DAN NY: Who was that?

[TIT]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

David Aceveda, Monica
Rawling, your replacement.

Hello. Hi,

I didn't expect to see
you until next week.

Well,
I'm using vacation time to see

what I'm getting myself into.
ACEVEDA: Well, congratulations.

RAWLING: I think it should be the
other way around. City council.

I'm honored to serve.

Monica started as a patrol
officer in Farmington.

Yeah, everyone knows
you put in your time.

I can't wait to see
what she's like now.

Well, if there's anything
I can do to help...

Well, I... I'd love to...
To meet the troops.

If I know unis,
rumors are flying

like bills in a strip club.

ACEVEDA: Guys, I'd like to
introduce you to Monica Rawling.

The new captain of the Barn.
Hello.

Nice to meet you.

That Aceveda's replacement?

I have no idea.

I thought Troy Akerman was in.

From Robbery-Homicide,
this real detective's detective.

It's funny.
I heard he didn't have a clue.

I just didn't expect them
to go for another woman.

You know, I mean,
after they torpedoed you.

Hey, at least it's a
fresh start for us, right?

And, uh...

Diane, right?

You've done your homework.

Well, I've, uh,
gone through everyone's packages.

So I have the dirt
on all of you.

[LAUGHTER]

Come on,
let me show you around some more.

It'll be good working with you.

Monica Rawling,
these are Detectives Wagenbach and Wyms.

Your new captain.
DUTCH: Dutch Wagenbach.

Pleasure to meet you.
Hello, Dutch.

And you must be Claudette.
I've heard a lot about you.

CLAUDETTE: I'm sure you have.

Yeah,
but we'll make it work anyway.

So let's see the
rest of the place.

Don't let that fresh
start hit you in the ass.

Screamer, moaner?

Uh, dude, you gotta start
getting your own snatch.

Vic Mackey, Ronnie Gardocki,

I'd like to present the
next captain of the Barn,

Monica Rawling.

RONNIE: Hi.
RAWLING: Hi, nice to meet you.

Yeah, yeah, we met.
Thanks for the backup out there.

Thanks for the laugh.

So, uh, what is this?
Mission control?

Well,
we call it the Garage Sting.

ACEVEDA: We're targeting
a custom car outfit

that's been washing dirty money

for a number of
criminal enterprises.

How's it going?

Six months in,
gearing up for the mother of all sweeps.

RAWLING: How many
bad guys you expect?

About three dozen, right?

More or less.

ACEVEDA: Let me introduce
you to our watch commander.

I am really dying to get
out onto the streets.

Can you spare Detective Mackey
a few hours to give me the tour?

Sure-But just a few- He
does have tapes to log-.

Feel like some fresh air?

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

That hardware store used
to be a butcher shop.

They ran numbers in the back.

Now it dabbles in ID theft.

Yeah, well, things just
change sideways-[CHUCKLES]

You miss the street?

Three years heading
up domestic abuse.

Heard that unit
really turned around.

Well, I did what I could there.

I see the Farm's
as rough as ever.

Ah, you know these people.
You do what you can.

But you offer them a
hand, they slap it away.

Why'd they shut your
Strike Team down?

A couple of guys moved on.

One got into a car accident.

No money to restock.

Ah, department's really
quick to save a dime

even if it means
pulling the PIU9

on something that works.

WOMAN 1 [OVER RADIO]:
Thirty-four, 34 come in.

Sounds like you're the one
who misses the street now.

I'll be back on it soon.

You wrapping up
the Garage Sting?

More like leaving it behind.

WOMAN 2: Requesting additional
units for a 187 crime scene,

multiple victims,
Pavo Real Motel.

Oh, Shit.

Taking the call?

Yeah, I know that place.

DUTCH: The Veneza family, all locals.
Checked in last month.

ACEVEDA: Why were
they staying here?

They were evicted from
their house on Hoover,

been charging the room to
several over-maxed credit cards.

CLAUDETTE: Been slipping
through the cracks for a while.

No gunshots. Looks like they're
all drowned in the bathtub.

I don't want the new captain
thinking I left a mess.

I want this wrapped
up before next week.

Dutch and I caught this one.

ACEVEDA: And if I leave
you two as the leads,

the DA will screw it to death.

Even they're not stupid enough

to get in the way
of four homicides.

We'll never know.
Answer to Billings. Hey, look,

the DA put you two on the shit
list, not me.

Feeling the love?

How can I help?
See if the car's in the lot.

Then give the unis a hand
with witness statements.

Thanks.

Bathroom.

Family of four
drowned one by one.

Damn.

[C LEARS THROAT]

Welcome back to Farmington.

[SIREN WAILING]

That's when I heard
somebody scream.

Did you call for help? No.

Why not?
I had a mouthful of dick.

Lovely.

DUTCH: Found something.

CLAUDETTE: A key to
some sort of pay locker?

We got the needle.
All we need's a haystack.

Oh, we've got bigger problems.
DUTCH: What's that?

CLAUDETTE: Why would you need
a booster seat unless...?

There's a missing kid.
ACEVEDA: How old?

No idea. If the killer's got
him, he's not nurturing.

Where's the mom's purse?
Somebody check in there.

I got it.

Boy. Looks 2 or 3.

Check with the detectives.
There's a little boy missing.

You going somewhere?

Pico One-Niners run
junk out of this place.

No one does anything without
them knowing about it.

Could you get a ride back to
the Barn with some of the unis?

Yeah, I'm sure I could,
but I signed up for the full tour.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[C LEARS THROAT]

Hey, yo.

What up?

Somebody offed a family
at the Pavo Real.

He drowned them in the tub,
then took the little kid.

MAN: First I'm hearing it. Yeah?

I know you maggots use that
motel like it's a frat house.

Now,
you give us back the boy alive

and I won't burn your
cash cow to the ground.

Man, we ain't been in
that spot for a minute.

MAN: Get your facts straight.

Hey, big man,
you wanna get into it?

Come over here.

What's your name?

T-Gun.

Turn around, T-Gun.

Put your hands on your head.

♪ Move your body,
come on Back it up, back it up ♪

T-GUN: Still jousting
and rousting?

Well, I wouldn't be surprised
if I ran in your old man.

T-GUN: I never knew my pops.
Yeah, well, I bet I did.

What's this?

Are you on probation, T-Gun?
Hmm?

Yes, ma'am.
And you're carrying a knife?

When you gonna get it right?
VIC: Never.

He'll be a shithead
his whole life,

which at this rate will
just be a couple of months.

RAWLING: How about
our missing kid?

We don't know shit.

I'll just, uh, keep your ID, okay?
What for?

Well, I gotta write up the
blade but I don't have time now.

So just come by the
Farmington station

and ask for the new captain.

Otherwise, I know where to find
you, Gunther.

That was a waste.

We stirred up the pot.
Now, we'll see what boils over.

You all know
Assistant DA lnsardi.

Hey, have you identified
the child yet?

Little Eddie, 3 years old.

I've got the crime lab rushing.

Robbery? Kidnapping?
Why kill the people who'd pay the ransom?

They must want him
for some other reason.

We found a pay locker
key in the car.

Dutch and Claudette will
run down nearby businesses.

Kid missing, your office wants
us on locker-hunting scut work?

Excuse me?
I don't hand out assignments here.

You know what I'm talking about.
Your office has blackballed us.

ACEVEDA: Shut it down, Dutch.
Find the locken

I can think of
some possibilities.

Come on.
Let's make ourselves useful.

CORRINE: Any chance
you can stop by

to sign that realtor's
agreement today?

Yeah, next to none.

She needs your signature
in order to show the house.

VIC: Listen, uh,
can you drop off the paperwork

at the Barn after you're done?

Um, sure.

Cassidy still got the sniffles?

No, she's... She's better.

Um, what about Matthew and
Megan, what are they up to?

Matthew's been great this week.
He's in a good routine.

Wish I could say the same.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, listen, I gotta go.
I'm kind of tailing someone.

Okay, don't lose him.

Okay, good. [PHONE BEEPS OFF]

Wife?

Soon-to-be-ex. Oh, sorry.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Four, repeat.

RAWLING: So you're planning
on leaving the Barn?

Uh, you might as well know I...
I put in to head up

the new Street Crime Detail.

The citywide thing? Mm-hm.

Paul Reyes took that.

Reyes? No, I don't think so.

Yeah, last night.

He's been...
kicking ass in Inglewood.

Huh.

Good for him.

ALL: Respect!

ANTWON: We're only
killing ourselves.

Our sisters need us.

They're raising our babies alone

while we're out in the street
chasing women, money or drugs

instead of giving them respect.

CROWD: Respect!

ANTWON: Our babies,
they need us in their lives.

Not in jail,

not in the street...
WOMAN: Right.

And not in the grave.

Our mothers need us.

Too many have cried
too many tears,

buried too many sons.

MAN: Word.

Our brothers,

they need us lifting
each other up

and not shooting them down.

Is that respect?

CROWD: Respect!

Antwon Mitchell, O.G. One-Niner.

Yeah, I know Antwon.

There's the Harbour set,

Warren, Crenshaw. RAWLING: Pico.

ANTWON: Came straight
through the wall.

And his woman had to
shield their baby.

A lot of these folks
aren't wearing colors.

A lot of them just citizens.
ANTWON: Ripped through her body,

killing that child.

We're keeping the
gravediggers too busy,

and that's a damn shame.

WOMAN: Mm-hm.

And I guess the police,
they need us too.

You put more than two black men
together and look who shows up?

Hey, but you know what?

It's our own fault,

because we commit the crimes.

I did myself.

I slung rock,

messed people up.

But I don't fight
the power anymore.

We got to be about
changing that power.

MAN: Talk to me.

And you, keep your heads up.

Be a man.

Demand respect. CROWD: Respect!

Because sooner or later,
they got to give it to you.

You take the skills
that they forced on us:

slangiflg,

pimping,

surviving.

These are business skills,

skills that we need to
open our restaurants,

our banks, shops that we own.

Take back this neighborhood
and make it ours.

Then, we'll get respect.

CROWD: Respect! Respect!

Respect! Respect!

Respect! Respect!

Respect! Keep Saying it.

Respect! Say it again.

Respect! Keep Saying it!

Respect! Live for it!

Respect! Die for it!

Respect! Respect!
Sleep with it! Eat with it!

Respect! Get it!

Respect! Get it!

Respect! Respect! Get it!

We've been frozen
out for months.

They'll take us out of
the doghouse eventually.

DUTCH: Yeah. When?

What do you want me to do, Dutch?
Take obedience training?

If the DA's waiting
for me to apologize,

hell isn't nearly cold enough.

And you're happy to
let my career rot

along with yours, huh?

I appreciate your support.

I won't hold it against you

if you wanna put in
for a new partner.

So I can either be a
traitor or a coward? Thanks.

Don't mind me.

Oh, I won't.

DUTCH: These match.

CLAUDETTE: Yeah?

You could definitely
fit a child in there.

[LAUGHS]

Or a shitload of cash.

[CHATTERING,
HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN 1: Yeah, yeah, hold on.

MAN 2: What are you doing, man?
Come on.

WOMAN 1: Hey, baby,
you want some more?

MAN 32 Yeah.
WOMAN 22 Check it out.

Stank, come on.

Someone drowns an entire
family on your turf,

snatches a kid and you
don't know nothing about it?

If they minding their own
business, we cool.

We chilling, not killing.

Right, right,
because you're all about using

your drug-dealing skills
to get free checking.

Excuse me.
Can I help you with something?

VIC: Antwon Mitchell.

Do I know you?
I know your mug shot.

I worked with Rich Nelson.

How's he doing?

Passed three years ago. Cancer.

Damn, cancer's rough.

But he was always talking about

how he was gonna piss on my grave.
Ha-ha!

Guess I gotta grab me a 40 and
go pay my respects-Heh-heh!

Somebody drowned a
family at the Pavo Real,

snatched their 3 year-old boy.

Nobody here would do that.

That motel is a
One-Niner cesspool.

These million men,
they're One-Niners.

Do the math.

We're here just
enjoying a cookout.

Bullshit. It's a gang council.

I'm sure that hanging
with known bangers

violates your parole.

Probation ended four months ago.

I ain't the system's
slave no more.

Well, I hear you
haven't exactly retired.

Dealing again, Antwon?

Just trying to keep these
kids from making my mistakes.

Lesson number one:
Never piss off the PD.

We're gonna take a little ride.

Why'd I do that?

'Cause you ain't fighting
the power no more.

Some of my boys
will have to escort.

♪ ...abandon this
And it's dangerous ♪

[LAUGHS]

This is the city
that plants evidence

on innocent brothers.

Shoots us in the back,
says we were resisting.

Takes us to their police house
and sticks a plunger in our ass.

Actually, that one was New York.

It's all-white America, lady.

BILLINGS: Uh, yeah, thanks.

The father visited an all-night
gym at 2 a.m. last night.

Stashed 35 grand in a locker.

The Venezas are 22,000 in debt
and they couldn't make the rent.

To get the ransom for their
boy, they'd do whatever it took.

I spoke to some of the
dead son's classmates.

He's got a buddy, street name,
Chalindo, of the Coronado Boys.

Real hardcore juvie record.

Coronados have kidnapped
for profit in the past.

Pick him up, see what he knows.

My moms used to bring me
to church here as a kid.

Sorry to see it's gone to shit.

ACEVEDA: Vic give you the slip?

No, he's making a call.

This is Antwon Mitchell, major O.G.
drug distributor

from the early '90s.

Miguel, would you mind?
ACEVEDA: Interrogation 1.

RAWLING: His buddies
can wait down here.

So, uh, what's Antwon
got to do with this?

His old gang runs the Pavo Real.

I didn't get the Street
Crime Detail I put in for.

Didn't know you're
looking to transfer.

Why'd you write a four-page
letter sabotaging it?

I got off the phone with someone
who owes me a favor over there.

Buried me to the
Selection Committee.

I apprised them of
your qualifications.

You stabbed me in the back.

Didn't want me to find
about it until you ran out?

Won't pass you to become
someone else's problem.

Who's been running your
precious Garage Sting?

That load of crap you sold me
for a goddamn nine minor busts?

Yeah, I saw you tap dancing
on that one for a few weeks.

While you were out on the
street strutting your stuff,

I made Ronnie run
through every bust.

And it didn't take long.
VIC: So, what is this? Payback?

Consider it the bill due.

You ran the Strike
Team into the ground.

To get you under control,

I parked you in
front of videotapes

and you even managed
to botch that.

You are a joke.

VIC: A joke? Come on.

Get off me! Hey, come on. Hey.

VIC: Get off me! Ungh!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

ACEVEDA: You really
thought after everything,

I wouldn't get the last word?

One happy family, huh?

Oh, yeah-You hit the jackpot-.

You expect me to buy you hung up
your colors to preach the peace?

ANTWON: I gotta claim O.G.

That's what keeps me real
with the little homeys.

I Play my strengths.

Well, don't play me.

Dealing, pimping,
running numbers.

Why is everybody whispering
this flows up to you?

People talk, man.

That don't make it the truth.

I was planning on
warning you about Mackey.

It took me a while to learn
how to get him under control.

Didn't look like anyone
was in control downstairs.

There's some things you
need to know about Vic.

Yeah, I read your letter.

If it's true, you had plenty of
opportunities to get rid of him.

But in three years, you haven't.

Why not? VIC: bullshit artist.

ANTWON: It is if
you're asking me...

Is he too effective?

Kid is a waste of time.

Someone's got the kid.
You can tell us who.

Or should I take a closer look
into how you plan on financing

all these new banks
and restaurants?

Didn't you hear what
that cop lady said?

I sent her partner to his grave

trying to dig shit up on me.

Take your shot.

[DOOR OPENS]

RAWLING: Maybe 13 years in
Lompoc straightened him out.

Maybe he really does wanna save
Farmington one banger at a time.

Lady speaks the truth.

Yeah, I know Rich Nelson
and his task force

had a rough time nailing you.

But they did,

for a pled-down
trafficking charge.

Not for that crack house
shootout on Olympic.

You remember, three dead?

Couldn't get you for that
knife in the cop's leg either.

ANTWON: Nelson came
after me nine times.

And finally trumped
up that charge.

Took 13 years of my life.

If whoever took that kid
turns out to be a One-Niner,

you'll do more.

Make us come after you,

we'll get you.

Respect.

[DOOR CLOSES]

The drowned son was tight
with Chalindo Gopez, 17.

Did nine months in one of
our juvie camps for robbery.

No kidnapping-

Where is he?
LEM: We lost him two weeks ago.

So he could be involved?

I can talk to his mom,
see if she knows where he's at.

I'm happy to pick
her up for you.

Thanks, but we better
handle this ourselves.

So, what are you guys thinking?

Maybe the family
sold the boy for sex.

No Shit? Why?

Because that's how Dutch thinks.

No. Because that's
how the world is.

Uh, how's the Youth
Authority treating you?

LEM: It's pretty cool.
Lots of kids.

We'll follow up on this. Thanks.

LEM: Yeah, okay.

Later.

RAWLING: Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry. I was...
I was looking for...

Vic? He's on a case.
Gardocki too.

All right.
Just tell 'em Lem stopped by.

Lemansky?

From the, uh, Strike Team?

Yeah.

I'm the new captain.
Monica Rawling.

Oh, it's good to meet you.
How are you? Yeah.

I read your personnel package.
I'm sorry to have lost you.

Yeah, well, you know,
I needed a change.

Problems with the team?

Sounds like Vic can be a
little rough to work with.

No, no, Vic was always great.

It was, uh... It...

You know, just time.

Just time.

Look, I gotta go.
It was good meeting you.

Yeah. Bye.

I haven't seen
Chalindo in weeks.

CLAUDETTE: He may know
who drowned that family.

He might lead us
to the missing boy.

You have any idea
where he is right now?

I couldn't have
been a better mom.

You know the things
I did for him?

Ma'am, this isn't about you.

It's about my boy.
Why else would I be here?

I see you looking at me.

No one's accusing you.

You shouldn't be.
It's not my fault.

That boy just did whatever.

You try stopping
him every night.

I tried more than any mom I know.
Any mom.

Well, yes. I can see that.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING
ON STEREO NEARBY]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Ha. Looks like Lompoc.

Tell you what, for Christmas,

I'll throw a couple
of bars on the window.

Thirteen years,
you learn what you can live without.

All I wanted was a view.

Where's the witness?

Stop asking around about
me, man.

If there's something you wanna
know, come straight at me.

You even have a witness?

Elena!

[DOOR OPENS]

Elena, she mops up at the motel.

Said she saw two dudes, Latino,

leaving that room with that kid.

Those cholos took him
screaming and crying.

They got in a blue Honda.

I got some of the license
plate, I didn't see the rest.

And you didn't say anything
to the detective on scene?

Once I offered her protection,
she agreed to come forward.

Tell me. What kind of protection

can an ex-con motivational
speaker offer?

Hey, man, you asked for a
favor and I gave it to you.

Now, maybe one day,
you'll give me one.

I doubt it.

I gotta run a partial. Yeah.

Billings tells me he
found a loan shark

who spotted the drowned dad.

He was bound to find
trouble one way or another.

What are you working?

Coronado Boys.

A gang in the loosest sense.

I'm trying to make ties
to find Chalindo Gopez,

the supposed friend
of the drowned boy.

All these should
be in a database

or at least on a wall somewhere.

The Barn's an apt name.
We're low-tech.

When Mackey ran point on gangs,

how did he organize
his intel for everyone?

Organization's not one
of Vic's strong suits.

What is?

Uh, I'll let you do
your own evaluations.

I know you were on track
to be captain here.

Yes, I was.

Whoever cost you that
job, it wasn't me.

I'll remember that.

What do you plan on doing to
square things with the DA?

What are they planning on
doing to square things with me?

Seventeen cases overturned,

another 40 on appeal-.

They have a right to be pissed.

Aceveda could've fought for me.
So could you.

You've made your point.

Might be time to move on.

Claudette,
Vic's got a location on a suspect.

Clear!

Clear!

[CHILDRENS' MUSIC
PLAYING ON STEREO]

Left!

OFFICER: Clear.

HEY-

Hey, buddy.
Don't be scared, it's okay.

Don't be scared.

Hey, Eddie. [CRYING]

Hi, Eddie. Come on.
It's okay, it's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

Come on out No one's
gonna hurt you.

Come with us. I know.

I know. Let's take you off this.

Come on. Good boy.

RAWLING: That's all right.

Oh, gee.

Shh...

CLAUDETTE: They've taken the
boy to Mission Cross Hospital.

RAWLING: I'll call my friend.
She'll take care of him.

What about finding
Fernando Cruz?

I got his cell phone number.
DUTCH: If we get a warrant,

the phone carrier can
triangulate his position.

ACEVEDA: Grab who you
need, pick him up.

Good work, Vic.

Those are both the suspects.

Pick 'em up.

Let's go.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Hey. Rabbit.

Suspects bailed.
Detectives in foot pursuit.

[SIREN WAILING]

Go, go!

Hands! Let me see your hands!

OFFICER: Go!

Get down!

Hey, you go straight.
You go straight.

[DRILL WHIRRING]

Stay down!
Hands behind your back.

Don't move.

All right, sir,
your ambulance is here.

I thought I said no hospital.

But you've been shot.

See that exit wound?

I have no insurance.

JULIEN: The city will cover it.

They'll cover it until they
send me the bill and hound me.

Just ask my cousin.

Hey, look, you need medical
attention, all right?

It's not an option.

Sir, please, look, who shot you?

I don't know, man.
It was a drive-by.

DANNY: Dispatch
wants us to hang here

until the detectives arrive.

A hundred witnesses, no eyes.

JULIEN: You blame them?
Guy got shot cleaning his yard.

What do you think
they'd do to someone

willing to testify
in open court?

Oh, sit down.

You know, when the, uh,

assistant chief gave me
the rundown on this place

your name came up.

Uh, well, the DA's got a
hard-on for my partner.

Claudette seems dug in.

That's because she's right.

Well,
whether she's right or not,

she's gonna drag
you down with her.

HEY-

Congratulations in order?

One guy has aggravated assault.
I bet he's the killer.

The other a few misdemeanors,
he's probably just a puppy.

You know, it's, uh,
really not my business,

but could you give the
puppy to Wagenbach and Wyms?

Well,
he'll probably break first.

But they could use the win.

It's really not my place.

CLAUDETTE: I can tell
you're not the sort.

What sort?

The sort that would parade
a family down to a bathroom

and drown them one by one.

DUTCH: Each one coming in,

seeing their mother,
father, sister, lying there.

Knowing they're gonna be next.

CLAUDETTE: It must have
been terrible, huh?

DUTCH: Your boy Fernando's
on the verge of collapse.

Good. 'Cause this little
prick ain't talking.

Last chance to cut
yourself a decent deal.

DUTCH: You drowned four people
but you let the boy live.

That'll count for something.

Now, I know you're
talking bullshit.

Your buddy's about to crack.

Just a matter of time
before he helps himself

and hangs you out to dry.

He's acting like he thinks
the little kid's dead.

Now, why is that?

I couldn't do it.
Killing a little kid.

But you could drown four people?

Tito held Pops' head
underwater to get him to talk.

But the old man died.

Tito said we had to
do the others too.

What was Pops supposed to say?

Where the 35 grand was.

What was he doing with that
much cash in the first place?

He thought he was
buying la cura.

CLAUDETTE: The cure? Heroin?

Chalindo convinced
the son to set it up.

We sell some to Pops,
he turns it around,

sells it for five
times the money.

Maybe buys the family a house.

CLAUDETTE: So, what went wrong?

There was no H.
Plan was just a rip-off.

So the son set up his own
father to be robbed? Beautiful.

Pops should have just
handed over the cash.

So why'd you take the kid?

After the others,
I couldn't let Tito do him. A little kid?

But Tito said he could
ID us to the cops.

He's 3 years old.

It talks, right?

Tito wanted to put
a body on my hands,

so he told me to do him.

But I couldn't.

So I hid him at my place,
told him I did the killing.

This is all gonna help
me, right?

I didn't... I didn't drown anyone
myself and I saved the kid.

That's all good, right?

VIC: Dead-Eye,
I'm here to talk about a friend of ours,

Antwon Mitchell.

Let's talk inside.

I'm either gonna
tell you to blow me

or you're gonna tune me up.

Either way,
my boys can know the score.

I hear you got booted
off your corner.

I'm branchin' out,

onward and upward.

Yeah, right.

What's the matter,
a little dispute with the management?

I can relate.

It's all good.

You got mouths to feed.

How you plan on makin' coin?

I'm resourceful.

Antwon Mitchell
has it in for you

you might as well find
a corner in Miami.

How long you think he's gonna
let you play in his sandbox

before he sends some
smoker to whack you?

What do you want?

We could set you up.

Police?

[CHUCKLING]

Man, you can't afford me.

Try me.

Boys...

[CLAPS]

Inside.

Daddy talkin' business.

You bring me a number.

And you give me Antwon?

That depends on the number.

JULIEN: Hey, fellas, come here.

You see who shot
the man over there?

BOY 1: Sure did.

Yeah? What'd he lookfike?

Some white dude in a limo.

BOY 2: Oh, I saw him too.

It was the governor
or something.

Shot him up Terminator-style.

What do you think
they looked like?

Probably some niggas in a car.

You kiss your mother
with that mouth?

Nah, I kiss your
mother with this mouth.

[BOYS CHUCKLING]

You think it's funny
throwing away your lives?

Wanna see what it looks like
down in juvenile detention?

BOYS: Ooh.

Look out.
Here comes the beat down.

[BEAT-BOXING]

BOY 2: ♪ Search a nigga
down And grabbing his nuts ♪

♪ But on the other
hand Without a gun ♪

♪ They can't get none ♪

♪ But don't let it be a
black And a white one ♪

DANNY: Get outta here.

♪ They slam you down
To the street top ♪

♪ Black police showin'
out For the white cop ♪

Show some respect.

Respect?

You heard me, go.

Why you let 'em give
you all that shit?

Jesus said,
"Suffer the little children unto me."

Yeah, that doesn't that
mean we have to suffer too.

You get anything new on tape?

Yup. Mike Winston.

We finally nailed him, uh,
shaking down those storeowners?

Not exactly a storeowner.

Son looks about 12.

Now, here comes Winston.

What did I tell you?

I didn't.

I saw ya.

Stop lying-

SON: Ow. I didn't.

WINSTON: Yes, you...

Ow! Ow! Dad, stop it.

I didn't do it.

Yes, you did!

Ow! Stop it!
I won't do it again.

Mom's got a psych history

so she's out of the
picture on a 51-50.

And running in Winston blows
our surveillance cover on him,

maybe everyone else.

Yup.

WINSTON: Shut up!

See what you made me do?

[SON CRYING]

Stop your whining.

Let me see your liquor license.

Somethin' wrong?

No.

No, it looks good.
Now, give me a beer.

It's on the house.

Long day. Appreciate it.

Hey, buddy, uh,
you're in my seat.

That's my drink. My smokes.

Smoke 'em somewhere else.

Trying to be an asshole?

No, I'm just lookin' at one.

You saving this seat

for your boyfriend?

BARTENDER: Mike, he's a cop.

[GRUNTING]

Back up. It's okay.
We're the police.

Back up, back up.

[WINSTON COUGHING]

[PANTING]

[WINSTON GROANING]

Okay,
keep this on until you leave.

I'm not leaving now? Not yet.

Um, I've got that realtor's
agreement in my locker.

I told you I'd stop by.

You sure we're doing
the right thing?

Well, prices are up right now.

I'm gonna bank that money,

send the kids to your
mom's school district.

I know.

Yeah, it's just a house.

Look, go get the papers.
I'll sign 'em right now.

Okay.

[vlc SIGHS]

You really did a
number on Winston.

You gonna shed a tear for
that kid-beatin' asshole?

No, anyway Junior
doesn't have to worry.

He's got grandparents
in Simi Valley.

I thought they were
gonna fix your face?

[LAUGHING]

They're gonna have to
fix yours in a minute.

[MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE]

[RADIO STATIC]

1-Tango-13, uh, listen,
we've been out here all clay.

You got an ETA on
those detectives?

DISPATCHER [OVER CB]: 1-Tango-13,
you should have come in at 1900 hours.

1-Tango-7 needs the car.

Are they serious?

If a guy gets shot in the ghetto

but the detectives
never show up,

did the crime really happen?

Come on.
1-Tango-7 needs the car.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Yeah.

That was quite a day yesterday.

Quite a night too, I see.

Got another big one
planned for tonight.

One of Antwon Mitchell's pawns

seems to be willing to
roll over on the king.

I got a Cl contract snaking
its way through the system.

Who'd you mix it up with?

Just some drunk

lookin' to pick a fight.

What kind of future
are we gonna have

if you're already lying to me?

What are you talkin' about?

That drunk you put in the
hospital is Mike Winston,

an extortionist in
your Garage Sting.

I mean,
that's quite a coincidence.

He was smokin' in
a public place.

Wait a second.

We caught the prick on
tape whackin' his kid.

This seemed like
a regular thing.

Couldn't make a case against him

without jeopardizing
the whole Garage Sting.

So you beat the shit out of him?

I gave him the chance to
take the first shot. He did.

I got him on assaulting a cop,
which violates his parole,

sends him back minimum one year

gets his son away from him,

back to his grandparents.

Well, that's smart. Thank you.

Pretty stupid too.

You were all fired up
about those motel murders

before you knew a
boy was missing.

Why?

[SIGHS]

Look, when I had the Strike
Team, we were...

We were settin' up to
close that joint down.

Then...

Then other things
got in the way.

You're dedicated.

You know the streets.

But you also accessed a
confidential letter...

went after your CO,

topped it off with
a bar brawl chaser.

Seems to me like you're
lookin' for a way out.

I don't want out.

Aceveda's letter means

that no other unit's
gonna hire you.

I'm stuck with you.

I was thinking of putting you
back into play, but now...

I'm starting a task
force to target gangs.

Unis, detectives.

Study their turf, ink,
chains of command.

We crack down,
improve life for everyone else.

Good luck.

The department wouldn't fund
another guy for the Strike Team.

It's gonna be funded through
a forfeiture program.

You're seizing property?

Houses, cars, businesses,
anything bought with drug money.

Some cash comes to us,

some to the DA.

What sold the chief is
putting a third back

into neighborhood programs.

I need someone to spearhead
the plan on the street.

Someone who...
won't lose control.

Someone who can make it work

without embarrassing me.

I want it.

People out there think

that Antwon Mitchell's
an actual option

because we haven't given
him any competition.

I believe in offering

people a hand even if
they do slap it away.

I said I want the job.

I need to trust you.

Right now...

I don't.

You have a week to get
your shit together.

Show me something.

[DOOR SHUTS]

They'll point the
finger at each other.

We got 'em both.

Find the friend who set it up?

Chalindo? Looks like he skipped.

Mom of the year tipped him off.

Juvie's tracking him now.

Excuse me.

Good work catching these guys.

Actually, I couldn't have done
it without Wagenbach and Wyms.

Well, you're the primary.

Glad to know getting
a confession,

finding the money,

had nothing to do with
solving this case.

I guess it's just you and me.

AURORA: This is
couples counseling.

I can't do it myself.

Lower your voice.

What is it?

You don't like
this doctor either?

I'm trying.

You say that but you're not.

Not at home.

Not in Hawaii.

I'm sorry your therapy's
not working for me.

You've given up.

You need to get past it.

I'm tired of feeling
like I was raped too.

If I'm not good enough for you,

go find someone else.

We should just end this,
say it isn't working.

A divorce?
I'm not even gonna listen to this.

Whatever it is you need
to do to help yourself,

do it already.

Dead-Eye's two boys
are in with the mom.

We'll bring 'em in later.

I'll round up a couple cots.

God, I hope this
guy's not bonin' us.

Shit. We got a problem.

[DOG BARKING]

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO]

[CLUNKING]

[Q U I ETLY] Down!

MAN: Freeze! Police!

All right, come out!

Come out right now!

Shane?

What the hell are
you doin' here?

I got a call about a shooting.

What are you doin'?

We didn't hear any call.

One of my Cl's phoned in a tip.

VIC: Where's your backup?

I'm solo tonight.

VIC: Well, did you call it in?

I was about to.

VIC: What's your Vice Unit
have to do with this guy?

Dead-Eye had a lot of vices.

Watch the door.

So how you doing?

Kids all right? Ls, uh...?

Is Cassidy still with ya?

Yeah.

I heard you and
Mara had the baby.

Yeah. Yeah, three, uh...

[CHUCKLES]

Three weeks ago.

Named him Jackson.

As in Michael?

As in Stonewall.

Congrats.

So I heard about Reyes taking
the, uh, Street Crime Detail.

Guess you'll be stuck on
videotapes for a while, huh?

I worked the drowning,

the hotel,
yesterday at the Pavo Real.

Yeah,
the place always was a pit.

Yeah, a pit we were about
to pull the plug on.

Except we were too busy
covering our asses.

Yeah. Well, too many
dickheads, too little time.

What are you doing?

Taking his blackberry.

I had some dealings
with this guy.

You know how that is.

No, I don't. Put it back.

I can't do that.

My name's in there.

What about Antwon Mitchell's?

What are you, IAD now?

I don't see that jacket fitting.

Why are you here?

Who did this?

You wanna smell my gun?

Antwon Mitchell do this?

You know, I honestly don't know.

But I'll tell you what,
I'll let you call it in.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

IDay ♪

♪ Come on ♪

IDay ♪

♪ Come on ♪

IDay ♪

♪ Livin' the good life ♪

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Just another day ♪

♪ Just another day ♪