All language subtitles for The.Shield.S04E03.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Narrator:
Previously on the shield:

David aceveda, Monica rawling.
Your replacement.

Congratulations
on the promotion.

Your office is blackballing us.

Aceveda: Shut it down, Dutch.

Da's got a hard-on
for my partner.

Rawling: She's right or not,

she's gonna drag you
down with her.

I'm starting a task force
to target gangs.

I want it.
You have a week to get

your shit together.

I can't do this anymore.

Stealing drugs, money.
Always hiding.

I mean, I'm puking up blood
for Christ's sake.

Our sisters need us.

They're raising
our babies alone.

That's Antwon Mitchell.
O.G. One-niner.

Yeah, I know Antwon.

Vic: What are you doing?
Shane: Taking his BlackBerry.

My name's in there.

Vic: Who did this?
You wanna smell my gun?

Antwon Mitchell do this?

I honestly don't know.

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

You tell the great reformist

that's the cost
of doing business.

Doesn't work that way.
What doesn't work

is me finding out
secondhand about dealers

dumping crack to make
room for tar.

From now on, it's me and you
face-to-face or nothing at all,

you got that? You got that?

[Rap music playing]

Julien: Get back, let's
go. Get back, now. Move!

Man:
What's up with my legs, man?

My legs ain't moving, man!

I think that's
Betty Johnson's boy.

Hey, somebody wanna
turn that crap off?

What's up with my legs?

[Turns music off]

Man: My leg!

Drive-by in the hood.
That's original.

Well, you know,
if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Victims are all decked
out spookstreet.

Driver was gone, must have fled.

Found a half key of tar heroin
hidden in the back seat.

What's with him? Just babbling.

Paramedics say
he's not gonna make it.

Witnesses?
Oh, yeah, they'rejust falling

all over themselves.

See no evil. Hear no evil.

[Rock music playing]

So, what are you hearing
in juvie aboutantwon Mitchell?

Besides building parks
and holding freedom rallies,

he's moving tar heroin
on the street.

Shane's been cozying up
to the guy lately.

He might be in business
with him.

Well, he's not my problem.

We all have a stake
in making sure Shane

stays out of iad's headlights.

Ronnie:
Gets in over his head, pinched,

we're his best chance
of getting a deal.

No. Shane wouldn't.

He was ready to go
to jail for Mara

when she almost killed tavon.

He's a father now.

You'd be surprised
what you'd do for your kids.

Lem: It never goddamn ends.

We need to get back
close to him.

Make sure if there's a problem
we can fix it.

I haven't talked to him
since shit went down.

I'll deal with him one on one.

Look, I spoke to your co.

I want you to ride
with Danny and Julien tomorrow.

They've been assigned
to tap into the one-niners.

If anyone's running their mouth
about Shane I wanna hear it

before anybody else.

[Chattering]

Woman: Good morning.
Man: Morning.

Man 2:
I'll talk to you about it later.

[Clears throat]

[Toilet flushes]

[All chuckling]

Morning.

I think I've had
a chance to meet

and speak with all of you,

but this is my first opportunity
as your captain.

[Applause]

In the...

In the two plus years

since this
substation's inception

the Farmington district

has had its share
of successes and failures.

The difficulties are well known.

Unfortunately,
the successes are mostly known

only in this house.

I see a lot of wonderful people
determined to make a difference.

I wouldn't have taken this job
if! Didn't.

Actually, I'm better one on one
than in front of a big crowd.

They say you should imagine
your audience naked,

but with this crowd
I wouldn't suggest it.

[All chuckling]

Look.

I know what it's like out there.

I worked this neighborhood.

You put your life
on the line every day.

The people that you protect
don't thank you enough for that,

so let me thank you for them.

The problems here
aren't about personnel.

They're about policy.

And that is what
I'm here to change.

We... [applause]

We police a largely
minority district.

They're universally poor.

Most of them don't speak
the language.

They look one direction,
see financial skyscrapers.

They look
in the other direction,

they see the Hollywood sign.

In between is the la. They know.

Gangs, drugs, fear.

We're not miracle workers.

We don't have any hidden
tricks up our sleeves.

We can't make fathers want
to stay in their kids' lives.

We can't, uh, solve poverty.

We can't take the addiction
out of heroin or cocaine.

Our job is to distinguish

between the criminals
and the citizens.

It's been too hard
for the good people,

and too easy for the assholes,
and we are gonna change that.

We are gonna turn that around.
[Applause]

Yes. Last night... last night,

three members
of the spookstreet souljahs

were killed in a drive-by.

Three hours later,

they struck back
at their rival gang,

the Farmington one-niners.
Two more dead.

Five hours, five lives gone.

Uh, Steve?
You're lead on the case.

What do we know?

Well, not much.

We're currently looking
for the owner of the car

but he's awol.

Vvhnesses?
None that are cooperating.

Starting today, all drug
and gang related homicides

will go through Vic mackey.

I've posted a list
of 10 detectives

and 20 unis who will work
directly under Vic.

He'll be leading a task force

designed to learn
everything we can

about the roughly 50 gangs
who operate on our turf.

Their membership,
their businesses,

chains of command.

Federal asset forfeiture laws

will now be enforced
in Farmington.

A drug dealer uses a car
to distribute drugs,

we're gonna seize that vehicle.

A gang sells crack out
of their back room,

we're gonna take that home.

Stereo equipment, plasma TV's.

Everything bought
with drug money.

We're gonna take those assets,
auction them off.

The da's office will get a third

to help finance
further prosecutions.

A third will be funneled back
into the community.

For a better social services,
for safe playgrounds.

For after school programs.

We want these people to know

we're about more than just
throwing their men into jail.

The rest of the proceeds
are gonna be used to help you.

Now, besides the grand reopening
of the men's room...

[Applause]

I'm gonna hire more cops.

I'm gonna authorize overtime
when you tell me

that you need it
to close a case.

I'm gonna purchase equipment

that actually works.

[All chuckling]

It's about time.

I'm going to encourage
informants to come forward

by giving them a cut
of assets we seize.

Citizens whose fear and silence
the gangs depend on.

We are going to make them
a better deal than the bangers.

It'll sting at first.

People usually don't
like change.

And I still wouldn't expect
any thank-yous.

But we will make things better.

There's been another
retaliation.

One dead and two critical
on alvarado.

The job is impossible.
I can't do it without you.

So let's get started. Thank you.
[Applause]

[M1

I didn't think you could
top fixing the men's John,

but I gotta give that speech
four flushes.

Don't be too impressed.

I still haven't gotten
my voice mail to work.

A gang war's
the last thing I need now.

I'll serve all open warrants.

Double up patrols at spookstreet
and one-niner territory.

Get as many of these guys
off the streets as possible.

What's the average life cycle
of days-of-rage in the farm?

I've seen them short as a week,

as long as a year.

Look, dealing with these gang
beefs can take time.

They're complicated.

They're kids shooting
at each other.

Stop it, so we can move fon/vard.

I don't know. What do you think?

Sherman's march
through the hood.

Sounds like one step fon/vard,
two steps back.

Aceveda's old office
is now our command post.

Courtesy of our new captain.

These all outline all known
gang turf in Farmington.

Each of you has been assigned
a territory to map.

When you're not
answering 911 calls,

get to know it like home.

Take a polaroid with you.

You see a shithead, engage him.

Take his picture.
Document his ink.

Get his name, street tag.
Bring it all back here.

Danny, Julien,
this sliver of milk and honey

is farington one-niner
territory.

Vic:
Now it's your piece of paradise.

Spookstreet and one-niners
are warring.

I want you to find out
what they're fighting about.

Lem's gonna ride
with you two today,

get you guys up to speed.

Thought you were working juvie.

Half the niners are under 17.

I mixed it up with the other
half on the strike team.

We're especially interested

in an o.G. Named
Antwon Mitchell.

Seems like he's back in action.

If you hear anything about him,
let me know.

Vic: Everybody clear?
[All agree]

Hit the road. Thank you.

Ronnie: Vic. Vic: What's up?

Owner of the shot up escalade's
rap sheet.

Street name's choppa.

We got unis posted at his
apartment and hangouts.

Put patrols on his girlfriend's
house, mother's too.

Trouble hits, these assholes
always run one of two ways.

The pussy they're getting into
or the pussy they came out of.

Find stank,
he runs the one-niners.

Call me if something pops.

Yup.

[Rap music playing within]

Tough getting up without
a prison guard

banging your cell door?

Rough night.

Vic:
Busy running a gang war, Antwon?

Too busy trying to find out
what started it.

Shootings scare away
customers, huh?

Slows down your drug trade?

Somebody's gotta keep the peace.

Trust me. I'm on top of it.

I'm sleeping better already.
Why you here?

Figure out how we're
gonna keep that peace.

I don't even know
what they're warring about.

If I did, maybe I could stop it,
but I don't.

Today's the one day
I don't give a shit

whether you're Pablo Escobar
or bishop tutu.

We both want the same thing.

So as info pours in,
you let me know.

And I'll let you know
what you can do about it.

Julien: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dan NY: Farmington one-niners.

Lem: Hey, what's up, big crane?

Big crane: Just walking. Yeah?

Julien:
You wouldn't be just walking

to beef with spookstreet,
would you?

Just walking, homey.
Lem: What's the word out there?

Word is watch for gats
on the roll, man.

Julien:
Mind if we take your picture?

For what?

For dressing like
you're representing.

New policy.

They just threads, man.

Come on, man.
Don't make trouble.

[Shutter clicks]

All right, show us the ink.

Julien: All the way.

Danny:
That's an awful lot of artwork

for someone who's not banging,
big crane.

What's your real name?

You mean my slave name?

Tremaine Harris.

Who you rolling with, tremaine?

Army:
The vice king strikes again.

He could smell the sin
out of a nun's crack.

I learned from the best.
All about the intel, brother.

How you choose it,
how you use it.

Missed you at Gilroy's funeral.

Had more pressing
problems to Bury,

but I'll send Nancy a fruit cake
if it'll make you feel better.

Vice keeping you busy?

Wetbacks making book
out of a roach coach.

Good thing I ordered first.

Little beef, bean
and cash burrito.

You want a taste?

No, thanks.

Earning that eagle scout badge?
Look.

This war between the niners
and spookstreet's running hot.

Since these things
are almost always drug related

I figured you'd lend a hand.

Army and I got a full load.

I had your back
with that BlackBerry

you pocketed over at dead-eye's
the other night.

No professional courtesy
in return?

I'll ask around.

I'll ask around.

This choppa's mom's house?

Yeah.
He went inside 10 minutes ago.

Yeah?
We're looking for your son, al.

His car was involved
in an accident.

He ain't around.
Where's your brother?

Don't be talking to him, d.

If you don't tell us,
he's gonna go to jail.

You don't want that, do you?
He's in his room.

Vic: Assume the position, ladies.
Hands on your head right now.

Hands on your head!
Billings: Turn around.

Since when is niggas
kicking it a crime?

Aw, yeah, that's right,
since around forever.

Chilling's cool,
those teeth are a felony though.

Julien: Gun.

Plotting retribution, huh?

No, man, we got a circlejerk
jumping off.

Grab some vaseline and join in.

Who shot up your car and your
friends last night, choppa?

Don't know. Wasn't there.

Where are your clothes?
You don't live here.

Come here. Keep your hands
behind your back.

Stand right there.

Mom: Those are my linens.

Told you to wash my shirt, mama.

Started the sheets first.

Always separate
your blood stains

from your delicates, asshole.

Rawling: Armed robbery
with a deadly weapon

at a convenience store
on Baxter.

Victim's at mission cross.

What happened? Shot, stabbed?

Splashed.
With a really hot cup of coffee.

Don't you think
it's a waste of time

to give us a case
a uni could handle

when there's a gang war
going on?

I would love to use you both
for more important things.

Apologized to the da yet?

Let me know when you do.

Impressive.

Only six months into
our unflinching moral stand

already the results
are devastatingly effective.

Choppa: I was at a light. They
rolled up on the passenger side,

and started blasting.

Vic: Did you see who
the other shooters were?

My black ass was out the door

the second I heard
itjumping off.

So you running had nothing to do

with the half kilo of tar
we found in your car?

That shit wasn't mine.

Belonged to my homeboy, shank.

Right. Blame it on the guy
who didn't make it out alive.

Choppa: Shit's unfortunate,

but I'd do it for him
if I'd taken the bullet, so...

Rawling: Come on, choppy, you
know who shot at you. You told your crew.

How else would they know
who to retaliate against?

Apologize to the da already.
You made your point.

I deserve out of the doghouse.

People deserve our expertise
solving serious crimes.

I'm not apologizing.

You don't have to mean it.

Cop: Rodrigo, tell
them what happened.

I was working the register
when this man came in.

He asked me if the coffee
was fresh.

I said I just brewed it.

He got a cup. He gave me a five.

I went to the register
to make change

and then he threw
the coffee in my face.

He grabbed the cash and he ran.
I don't...

[Gunshots] Shots fired!

Call for backup.

Shots fired inside
the er at mission cross.

[Whimpering]

Room's clear!

Security guard:
Shooters took off, man.

Hurts like a bitch.

You're in the right place.

Vic: Hey. Where's corrine?
Dutch: She was off duty.

What happened? Harold pinker.

Spookstreeter nicknamed oink.
He was being treated

for a broken finger.

Nurses say two teens
sporting one-niner colors

came in to see a friend,
saw oink, went right for him.

Dutch: Rent-a-cop chased the
shooters. Took a slug for his troubles.

There are no metal detectors?

They can't afford thermometers.

You want us
to follow up on this?

Vic's on it.
Get back to your case.

We've got good news, bad news,
and worse news.

How about a refill on
my beverage? Sure.

Refreshed?

The bad news
is your cousin, oink,

was admitted to the er.

The worse news is

the one-niners found him there
and killed him.

Rawling: Good news, off
the tar we found in your truck,

we searched your apartment

and found enough hell dust
to earn you stripes in chino.

These pricks killed
two of your friends.

Slaughtered your cousin.

Tell us who started this
so we can stop it.

Choppa:
You want me to rat out names?

Stick us all in the same cage
and get me smoked?

Rawling:
If you don't, they hit back,

you end up
in the same prison anyway.

No, me and my boys

gonna handle this
in the streets. Believe that.

[Door opens]

Shane: Sorry to interrupt.

But I bet you didn't know

that your suspect
also goes by "Goldie g."

Bona fide triple-x rap mogul.

Oh, you gotta be shitting me.

Monica rawling.
This is Shane vendrell.

I hear you're making

quite a name for yourself
over in vice.

Miss our barn?

Place wasn't without its charms

but like they say,

off to bigger and better.

Couple of pros at a video shoot
saw a hood rat

with one-niner ink playing
hide the bone with choppa.

Thought it might be related
to your gang war out there.

Army's looking into who made it.

[Girl moaning, rap music]

J“ etcetera, so holla
if you're with me j“

j“ you gotta get up in me j“

j“ before my brother Billy
pourin' out a .50 j“

j“ a lot of brothers with me?
A lot of suckers to get me j“

j“ my boys in the hood like
"what happened to Ricky?" J“

j“ cappin' the Tupac
all up in the bitches j“

j“ gorilla hood... j“

never thought of myself
as a prude,

but it might be time
to reconsider.

Met the guys,

get ready for their
better halves.

Heck of a place
for a mommy and me class.

How you doing, tanika?

Be a lot better if you'd brought

this fine brother
around here earlier.

Wouldn't be the baby mama
of some broke-ass nigga.

[Shutter clicks]

Do you know anything
about these shootings?

Just our men getting shot up.

[Clicks]

Antwon Mitchell
have anything to do with it?

No, he's straight up.
He built this park.

You know him? No,

but I know three
of his baby mamas.

How many has he got?

Why?

You looking to get knocked up?

[Clicks]

Who's the skank?

Caught the Booty,
didn't catch the name.

Bet you caught something else.

Vic: You know your leading lady

is one-niner property?

Why you think
I was claiming my set?

Vic: So what? All this
shooting's over her?

Choppa: We don't
throw down over bitches.

Look, all I know
is the one-niners

shot up my ride and killed
three of my niggas.

What's with the video?

It's a demo.

Y'all are always jawing
about getting a job.

That's my resume.

So this is gonna
launch your career?

Choppa: Yeah. Check it out.

I'm gonna get
my freak on with this other ho.

Six people are dead.
Why are you smiling?

You can't buy
this type of street cred.

It takes time.

I don't have time.

Everyone has a pressure point.
Find his.

You wanted a second chance.
I gave it to you.

Now get it done.

Wow, looks like fun
to be a cop here.

Pretend this guy
isn't a coffee thrower.

Let's say he killed
three people.

Well, now you're just
getting me aroused.

Okay, he escaped on foot.

Means he probably
lives in the area.

His m.O.'S simple,
yet effective.

I'd say he's had priors,
learned from his mistakes.

Let's start there.

This is stank,
one-niner captain.

Captain rawling.

Call me Monica,
if we're gonna do business

should be on a first name basis.

We didn't start a thing.

Of course you didn't,
do you know who did?

Come on upstairs.

I got something
mightjog your memory.

Here comes the good part.

Who is she?

Just some skank ass ho.

He knows the girl.

I'll find her.

Shane: Hey.

Followed up on that video.

Company called ghetto bang
productions made it.

Owner's name is Terrence Ross.
Army and I'll track him down.

I appreciate your help,
but you're not under my command.

This is our investigation.
I'll join them.

Fine.

Army and me can handle it.
I'll back you up anyway.

You wanna tag along, tag along.

Terrence Ross?

Who are you?

Pussy police.

I'd tell you to spread 'em,

but looks like she
beat you to it.

Shane: What's up with that?

Ross: Hung brothers, old
mothers. It's the next big thing.

Vic:
I'm more interested in choppa.

Hey, man,
that cat's straight thug.

I got a family.

You want us going through
your hard drive?

Checking the ID's of every
chickenhead in your movies?

Choppa needed a demo.

I'm a one stop shop.

Got the cameras, girls, Viagra.

What, Samuel goldwyn
meets seymore butts?

I do weddings
and confirmations too...

Who's the one-niner
spinner was riding?

Name's bounce.

She's a video ho.

Looking to hook up
with the next Nelly,

get out of the hood.

Where can we find her?

She lives in the jungles.

I think I got her
address around here.

Here you go. Keep it.

I was looking to hit that,

but after seeing
choppa bust raw,

I'll save myself a trip
to the free clinic,

you know what I mean?

[Speaking in arabic]

My uncle says a man came in

and he threw hot coffee
in his face and robbed him.

Yeah, yeah.

Claudette: Can he give us
a description of the assailant?

[Both speaking arabic]

Okay. Calm down.

This is an investigation,
not a goddamn jihad.

Might not recognize bounce
with her clothes on.

Rawling: Oh, but I do.

Bounce:
I don't do porn, I was dancing.

Tomato, tomato.

Thanks for your help.

Just like old times, brother.

Yeah.

Well, see you around.

Rawling:
Who gave you your black eye?

I ain't no snitch.

He'll kill me.

You have a newborn, right?

Ten months.

You violated your parole.

You do another bid
in chowchilla,

child services is gonna
take that baby away.

I don't want that.

I ain't violating nothing.

It's called consorting
with a known felon.

Peter hit me. Who's Peter?

Puppethead. My baby daddy.

He saw the video.
He got jealous.

Just because I suck his dick
don't make him my man.

Puppethead's a one-niner?

This war, it's about you?

I guess I'm the bomb, huh?

We're investigating
a convenience store robbery.

I don't do those anymore.

Well, forgive me
if I'm skeptical, Kyle,

but we've got your prints
on file.

We're running 'em
against the coffee cup.

Coffee cup?

Yeah, guy threw coffee
in the clerk's face

while he was making change.

Cleaned out the register.

I always used a knife.

Can I get a moment
with you, please?

Sure.

I by no means meant to offend
you, your ethnic background,

or your religion in any way.
I apologize profusely.

His comments were not reflective
of this department, whatsoever.

[Speaking in arabic]

[Man speaking arabic]

He asks if you
caught the guy yet.

Not yet.

But I assure you I won't
let him rest until he does.

If you ever have a problem
in the future,

call me directly.

Girl: Thank you. Good day.

Borderline racism aside,

I don't have time
for this nonsense.

I'm sorry. I was distracted.

It's not easy being cut out
of all the action here.

It's my first day,
I'm already tired of hearing it.

Puppethead will be on edge,

worried about
spookstreet retaliation.

So be careful. Got it.

[Men whistle]

Shane: Spotters!
He's running, let's go.

You wanna go over? Go over.

[Puppethead cries out]

Puppethead started this war

because he didn't like choppa
inside his woman's cooch.

Pu ppeth ead: Spookstreet
tried to take me out.

Vic: Yeah, where'd
they take shots at you?

I'll send unis over there,
look for bullet holes.

I saw the video, bitch.

Vic: I know you started...

Rawling:
That the guy who shot your car?

Do you even worry
about yourself?

About being killed?

When it's time, it's time.

Well, that's a way
of looking at it.

I got a witness
saw you take the shots.

Help yourself out and cooperate.

Puppeth ead: You got a witness?

Let me hear what he got to spit.

What other leverage do we have?

Vic: I had Ronnie look
into choppa's finances.

He rents an apartment on Baxter,
but he also owns a house.

How did he pay for it?

Cash down payment.

Makes the mortgages
with money orders.

Drug money.

Who lives there?

His mom, her two other kids.

And we don't have anything else.

Mother know
how he paid for the house?

She knows he's never
held down a job.

Can we make a solid connection

between the house payments
and drug money?

You're gonna tell choppa
we're taking his mom's house?

He's tough,
he could call our bluff.

What if it isn't a bluff?

He doesn't ID the shooters,
help us stop this,

we take the house.

I love it.

How old are the kids?

Young.

Be a huge PR nightmare.

Tossing two kids
out on the street

is not exactly
the cleanest example

of how I want this to work.

Taking the house
is the only leverage we have.

This policy got
a shitload of resistance

when I pitched it to po! Com.

Chief bit because
nothing else has worked.

The last thing I want is to give
the naysayers any ammo

to shut this down before
it gets a chance to take off.

Vic: Rise and shine.

Still playing, huh?

Who shot at you?
Last time I'm asking.

Good, because I'm sick
of you barking.

Okay, take the house.

With pleasure. What house?

The one you bought your mother
by dealing dope.

Yeah, right.
You can't take shit.

Come with me. I'll show you.

Do you know what federal
asset-forfeiture laws are?

Skipped that course at Harvard,
huh?

It means any property
bought with drug money

or used to facilitate
the drug trade can be seized.

I ain't falling for no bullshit.
No bullshit.

Unless you prove you bought
the house legitimately

it's ours to put up for auction.

Rawling: We're not required
to provide you a defense either.

You wanna fight this?
Hire a lawyer on your own dime.

Choppa: Quit clowning.

This is america.

Turns out a one-niner named
puppethead started this war.

His shortie had a thing
for a souljah's pogo stick.

That right?

This is all about
a jealous boyfriend.

I see my tax dollars
are being well spent.

What do you want from me?

I got the guy who started this.

I need just need you to keep
those on the street

from shooting at each other
long enough

for me to show the neighborhood
things are changing.

And we got things under control.

What makes you think
they'll listen to me?

[Chuckles]

I've seen you work a room.

Even convinced a few people

that you're
on the straight and narrow.

Feel free to confess that
you're a piece of shit gangster.

Thanks for the help.

Detective wyms.

Clerk: Yeah, thanks for coming.

Dutch: What happened?
Guy bought a cup of coffee.

I opened the register,
he splashed me.

Grabbed cash and ran.
I'm lucky the coffee wasn't hot.

Surveillance camera working?

I got him on my cell phone.

Didn't you talk
to that guy today?

Yeah, he had a rock solid alibi.

Aw, man. Aw, man.

This is entrapment.
Claudette: How do you figure?

I'm a thief, he's telling me

about asking for change,
then throwing coffee.

It's like giving
a junkie a syringe.

I was done robbing
until he put it back in my head.

Rawling: That's our guy?

Actually, we inadvertently
slipped a few details

to one of our other suspects.

Kind of created a copycat.
But we got him.

Still working
on the original guy.

Way to go.

Get assigned a simple robbery,
cause a crime wave.

Remind me never to put you guys
on a murder case.

Hope you're happy.

Keys. Thanks.

Hey, called your dentist.

Paid for your choppers
with cash.

Tooth fairy wants them back.

I ain't giving you my fronts.

Either you take them
out yourself,

or I get a pair of pliers.

Thanks, honey.

[Door opens]

Vic.

What's up?

One thing we know about Antwon.

He don't like
to strap his shit up.

What did you hear?

Guy's fathered a dozen children
from six different mothers.

Knocked up a couple
from behind bars

by sneaking his sperm out.

Holy shit.

You hit up that many women,

you're bound to leave
some serious scorn behind.

All right,
let's find out their names.

Anything about Shane?

Nope, not a word.
All right, keep listening.

Mom: Aloicious?

Aloicious,
what have you got us into?

Choppa: It's okay, mama.
They just trying to scare me.

It ain't gonna work though.

It's working on me.

It's working on me, aloicious.

Are you crazy?
Vic: Excuse me, can I help you?

Let go of me. Calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.
Who's in charge?

Who put my babies on the street?
I'm capt. Rawling.

You did this?

You're taking my house?

Rawling: I've reserved
shelter space for the three of you.

What the hell am I supposed
to do with shelter space?

Rawling: Department of
social and human services

can find permanent residence.

You wanna help?
You give me my home back.

Rawling: I can't do that.
You got no right

throwing children
out of their beds.

Rawling: All your son has to do

is cooperate
with our investigation.

He does that, he will help
us save a lot of lives.

My boy got shot at.
He's innocent.

Your boy bought your home
using drug money.

You knew where
that money came from,

and you looked the other way.

You don't know
what it's like living here.

You think I can just
pick and choose

how to go about surviving?

You don't have children, do you?

Do you? Because if you did,
you couldn't do this.

No mother could do this.

Six children are dead.

How do you think
those mothers...?

You don't have kids,

so you're throwing mine out.

Just be glad that all you
lost today was your home,

and not your son.

Shut up! You just shut up!

These are recruiters.
Newbies just got their stripes.

They find the next generation
to bring in.

What's up, lil bull?

I got some people here
wanna take you guys' pictures.

Gonna make you all famous,
all right?

Go ahead, man. Say cheese.

Julien: What's your name, son?

Run, stupid, run!

Come here. When a police officer
gives you an instruction,

you listen. Understand?

I don't want my picture taken.

Then why are you
hanging out with gangs? Hey.

What are you, my mama? Go.

Vic: Look, this lawsuit's
gonna Bury us financially.

Lawyer:
But can you afford not to sue?

The money I'm asking you
to put up

for medical tests is peanuts

compared to what
two autistic kids

are gonna need
over their lifetimes.

I work at a hospital.

What if I pulled some strings
and found a way

to get the tests done there?

The doctors I use are experts.

They're expensive, but their
testimony carries weight.

Her friend Gail
is the head of pediatrics.

That expert enough for you?

Talk to her.

If she's willing to testify

and can provide
the credentials I need,

I guess I can live with it.

Good.

Can I at least
eat dinner in peace?

You know, this isn't about right
and wrong with you anymore.

It's about pride.

Can't psychoanalyze
killers anymore,

so you're giving me
the once over?

Okay, maybe it's easier

to shoot yourself
in the foot and be a martyr

than to be a captain
and make tough decisions.

You can always
get another partner, Dutch.

I don't want that.

What do you expect me to do?

You're not giving me any choice.

[Knocking on door]

I thought your shift
ended an hour ago.

I'm just finishing up
some paperwork.

Captain, I wanted to thank you
for including me in all this.

It feels good to have a mission,

not just out answering
drunk and disorderlies.

Thank Vic. He recommended you.

Gail: There's no reliable
evidence to prove a causal link

between thimerosal and autism.

I won't do the testing

because I won't be a party
to this lawsuit.

What about the 300 percent
rise in cases

since they increased
the vaccines for children?

Could just mean we're getting
better at diagnosing autism.

There aren't enough studies
to prove anything.

They're shooting our kids up
with Mercury.

You're saying that
it's a coincidence they're sick?

What would you do, Gail?

Love your children
for who they are.

Just get out of the suit,
save your money.

Vic:
Why? Because lawsuits like these

cost doctors like you
a few bucks?

Corrine: Vic. No.

How many shots of thimerosal
have you prescribed to kids?

Saying that they've been
poisoning our kids

is like admitting you've
been doing it all along.

I've devoted my life
to caring for children.

I'm a cop
who looks out for other cops.

Don't you tell me that doctors

don't look out
for other doctors.

You know, helping them out.

Making sure they hide the truth
from people like us.

The only difference is,
what I do doesn't screw kids up

for the rest of their lives.

Corrine, please,
just talk to him.

If you don't wanna help us,

we're gonna find
someone else who will.

It's not like that.

This isn't who my children
were supposed to be.

It cost me my marriage,
their future,

and you're wrong.

[Dog barks]

My mom's at work.

I came to ask you
what to do with this.

These pictures, they go up
on a wall in our station house.

Once they're up, they only come
down for one of two reasons.

Either you die,
or you go to jail.

Do I need to put this up

or will you consider
making other choices?

Like what?

I grew up around here.

There are other ways to go.

Church, sports.

Nah, I ain't into that stuff.

What about
the explorer's program?

What's that?

We take young men like you.

We teach them
about law enforcement.

Why'd I wanna be like you?

We took your picture, you ran.

That means you're scared.

You're scared
because you know it's wrong.

You need to chill, Oprah.

I ain't never gonna
be no sellout cop.

I just needed to know
what to do with this picture.

Now I know.

Hey, not too bad
for day one, huh?

We're gonna need a bigger room.

I just got off
the phone with central.

Puppethead was bailed out
last night.

He had a quarter million
dollar bail.

Antwon Mitchell
put up 25 grand cash bond.

Goddamn it.

You're thinking
what I'm thinking.

Puppethead isn't long
for this world.

He might be gone already.

Vic: Hey.

Where's puppethead?

People saying he's dead.

Ronnie: Clear.
Who's saying that?

Antwon gave him up
to spookstreet

so they'd end this war.
And I heard they whipped him,

chained him to the back
of a car,

and dragged him
till his skin peeled off.

Nothing like that's
been reported.

Well, that's what
they're saying.

Antwon got a set
to give up one of their own.

You believe that?

Well, we won't know for sure
unless a body shows up.

It'll show.
He'll want his bail money back.

Yeah.

Chenille Jenkins never went
to the shelter with her kids.

Taking the house
didn't get choppa to cooperate.

The war's over,
why does it feel like we lost?

Well, we did.

Antwon showed the street
he's got more juice than we do.

Look, we got our shooters,
we made the peace.

Nothing says you can't
give that house back

to chenille and her two kids.

[Knocking on door]

Surprise.

For your boy.

Uh, thanks, man.

Better late than never, huh?

Yeah.

Cute kid.

Yeah, he's got
his mother's looks.

Thank god.

[Chuckles]

Nice place.

Yeah, the last one barely held
two of us, let alone a third.

Hello, Vic.

I think it's warm enough. Okay.

Is she all right?

Yeah. Just a little postpartum,
you know.

Still adjusting.

It's a... it's a lot, you know?

So what's up?

We did pretty good
on this thing, you know.

Stopped the war.

These seizures are real.
[Baby crying]

Farmington's gonna
be the place...

One second, buddy. Hold on,
it's coming, it's coming.

Mara: Is he okay?

Yeah, he's okay.
I know, I know, it's coming.

If it wasn't warm enough,
why didn't you say so?

It's okay, I got it.

Come on, get dressed, all right?
I'll make you some lunch.

So, what...?

What about the... the seizures?

I'm gonna need the best people
to make it happen.

Our differences aside,
you're one of them.

I got a good thing on vice.

My own boss,
my own way of doing things.

What exactly are you doing?

I'm getting what I need done.

I hope you're using protection.

You lecturing me?

Man, you killed our team,
not me.

You're right.

I made some mistakes.
I'll own that.

I'm past working for you, Vic.

You wouldn't be.
I got the watch,

but the only person you'd
be taking orders from

is the captain.

You still get
to do things your way.

Well, I got a partner
I trust now.

I really like
running with this guy, man.

Well, I'll try
to bring him in too.

Working out of the barn

will make things easier
on the family.

Consistent hours.

Plenty of overtime
if you need it.

Shane's doing great without you.

He's making a lot of arrests.

Well, you both did
a great job with this one.

He's beautiful. Thanks.

Look, I'll...
I'll think about it.

Good.

I don't trust him.

Hey.

It's not about trust anymore,
baby.

It's not.

Lady.

Don't throw my people's
on the street.

I'll tell you everything.
Too late now.

The guy we wanted you to ID
is on the loose. Probably dead.

So what's gonna happen
to my mama's house?

You ain't even sorry, are you?

We're done talking.

You a white bitch! You threw
children on the street!

You a cracken/vood ho!

You hear me, bitch?
Hey, shut up.

You a white bitch too.

Hey, easy.

Man: Be cool, man.

What you looking at?

Can I help you, detective?

My partner and I have been

on your office shit list
for six months.

Oh, I must have missed
that memo.

It needs to end.

You need to divorce
your partner.

What's it gonna take
to get the da off her ass?

Going into his office,
getting on her hands and knees,

and begging for his forgiveness.
She's not gonna do that.

Then you're both
in for a long winter.

I got work to do.
Well, what if I...?

What if I promise
to control her?

Are you sure you can do that?

I wouldn't be here if! Couldn't.

She listens to me.

Would that be enough?

This office needs favors
from time to time.

I'd expect you to deliver
them when I ask.

You... you got a deal.

Man: I was told we're moving

this stuff out.
All we need's a signature.

Now this guy inside
says we might not?

What's going on, captain?

Give me a minute, okay?

Vic: We swept the place.

No drugs,
I'm checking the inventory.

Everything's still here.

Explain to me why
taking this house

was the right thing
to do yesterday,

but the wrong thing today.

Yesterday we had to stop
the shootings.

This house was bought
with drug money.

The mother knew it.

You said it would
be a PR nightmare.

Either it works or it doesn't.

To make exceptions,
to put a prettier face on it,

sounds more like
aceveda than me.

Take it.

[Truck backing up]

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