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I wasn't going to hit you, you'd be dead already.

You think I wouldn't find you?

You think you could steal from me? Two months it took me to track you down.

You should have ditched that shitbox you dropped.

I'm sorry, I panicked.

I wanted to take care of Mrs.

Fitzgerald. Now the Alzheimer's, she's so sweet and vulnerable.

I didn't mean to steal from you, I wouldn't do that.

Yeah, I figured that out.

Mrs. Fitzgerald reminds you of your mother, doesn't she?

Another winner.

Another junkie whore.

Jesus, Alex.

My mom's been dead for 20 years.

When are you going to let go of her? Me?

I let go for the moment life left her body.

Remember how you freaked out? Her eyes wide open, staring at you at the end.

You couldn't stop screaming until I closed them.

You wouldn't stop shaking until I held you.

Mrs. Fitzgerald is not your surrogate mother. She could have made us both a

of money.

Probably not anymore.

What do you mean?

Stole Mrs.

Fitzgerald from me? Was her husband.

Holy fuck.

That's who that was?

He just jumped out of the closet.

Scared the shit out of me.

Fuck.

I just pulled the trigger and... Mrs. Fitzgerald did see her husband at the

house. Yeah, well... Mr.

followed Eddie and somehow got in.

You too.

He just got out of the hospital.

Step right up, folk!

Fucking Annie Oakley, right over here. Shut up already.

What are you, mental?

Well, Mr.

Fitzgerald's lucky to be alive.

Yeah, real lucky, and so are you.

All he's doing is blurring scrubs. He couldn't ID anybody.

It's a good thing he didn't see me.

Can't use that house no more.

What about Eddie? Did you ever find him?

It was Eddie who found Mr. Fitzgerald running out of the house bleeding like a

stuck pig and called 911.

He played it right.

He just acted like a good Samaritan walking by and nobody called him on him.

Like I told you before, that he's a good boy.

What the fuck were you doing all this time?

Me?

So it's tracking your ass down?

Just doing my job.

Going to work, not drawing attention.

One good cop.

Well, genius.

What are we going to do now?

We still have Mrs.

Fitzgerald and we might be able to monetize it somehow.

I just gotta find a place to keep her while I think of a way.

And we still have each other.

Like it or not. Till the end.

Yeah.

Don't I know it.

All right, folks.

Show's over.

Now get the fuck up and let's get going.

Alex? Yes?

Is that Mrs. Fitzgerald wandering around over there?

So go get him and put her in the back of the car.

Get your ass up.

I'm disappointed, Lieutenant.

I thought he'd give me his word.

You sure you don't want me to finish this job for you?

And take care of that other lady, too.

I'm just trying to make a point.

Live away.

No muss, no fuss.

And stop shopping.

You're the best, T .H. We're good here.

Fiona? Fiona, we need to get going, sweetie.

I heard a loud noise.

I think it was a real gun.

It came from over there.

No, no, no. It was just a car backfiring. You've heard that before.

Well, I don't like it.

And where are we, Jackie?

Nothing looks familiar to me anymore.

Why didn't you give me my meds last?

I think I need some more.

Yeah.

Okay, okay. We'll get you back to the car. We'll get you something, all right?

It'll be okay.

I'm right here with you. I left you an envelope in the mail box.

Always a pleasure, Lieutenant.

Who's that?

Nobody you need to worry about.

Let's get going. We have a long drive ahead.

Our mutual friend does not appreciate this loyalty.

You're doing fine, Mrs. Jarrell.

Just a little more, and we're done for the day.

Look at me.

I'm all fucked up.

I was this close to bringing Fiona home, and that bitch capped me.

I didn't even get her friggin' hangnail in Iraq.

You're not helping yourself by getting upset.

It's not about me.

It's about my wife.

She's still out there, God knows where, with a woman who clearly has no problem

with killing. Don't you understand?

You're traumatized.

That's why you're also going to group therapy.

You just need to channel your anger.

Oh, I know exactly where I want to channel my anger, but I can't do

about it in here.

What about the police?

Are they still looking for her?

Fucking useless and corrupt. Now I'm going to have to find her again myself.

How long am I supposed to stay here, Lulu?

Until you've completed your therapy.

I'm not there yet.

Well, you've got to get me better sooner.

Nobody out there gives a shit about my wife but me.

You mean this whole thing was an undercover operation?

Is. As in, still an active investigation.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. You couldn't have told me?

Officer Campos had taken a leave of absence. She's still wigged out. There

reasons we couldn't tell either one of you before.

We needed to maintain the integrity of the operation.

Integrity of the operation? What about Carly? Collateral damage. Collateral

damage? Are you fucking kidding me?

Reign it in, detective.

You are talking to a captain.

We have history.

Not what you think.

We were in the academy together.

I wasn't thinking anything, ma 'am.

Well, not so much.

Calm the fuck down, Tracy.

And I am sorry about Campo.

I know how close the two of you are.

This has nothing to do with that. Well, what does it have to do with?

Putting bad cop behind bars.

Newsflash. Eternal Affairs has finally figured out there's something rotten...

Enough with the sarcasm, Detective.

Enough with the cryptography, Captain. Who are we talking about here?

Officer Soto?

Would you open the door, please?

Hello, Detective Hollis.

So, they finally have enough to take you down, you crooked motherfucker.

It'll be a pleasure to see you go away. I'd be happy to testify against this

piece of shit, mid -level mob boss.

Well, I hate to disappoint you, Detective, but I'm not going anywhere.

Not to prison, anyway.

The Officer Soto and I have been running a thing operation for Internal Affairs.

We're the good guys.

And I thought she kind of liked me.

You're shitting me.

You? Her?

You're practically a Sinaloa captain.

She's a patrol officer? Give me a break, Captain.

No, it's true.

I was undercover and witnessed Lieutenant Makes attempt to recruit

Bustamante.

Officer Gutierrez was there, too.

He was the cholo that Officer Campos had seen.

The one with the envelope.

Oh. You guys are bad.

Real bad.

Oh, come on.

You know how ugly this business can get? It's only going to get uglier unless we

put a stop to it.

Oh, now I get it.

You guys are trying to recruit me.

To nail Lieutenant Mix?

I don't fucking believe this.

We think that he may be involved in an organized criminal enterprise.

Sure, if he's the kingpin, there may be others.

Drugs, gambling, prostitution.

And I can't put my finger on it, but that Fitzgerald lady's name keeps

up in the discussion.

You know her husband got shot, right?

Ran out of some drug dealer's house Migs had put away?

We scrubbed the place, but couldn't find anything conclusive.

Well, you must have found something. Or why would I be here? We'll get into that

later.

Meanwhile, Migs has been an absolute boy scout for the past few months.

Poster boy for good cops everywhere.

But he's not.

We know that.

We need you to get closer to him. Find out what's really going on.

He looks to you like a daughter. He trusts you.

Something big is about to break.

We don't want anybody else to get hurt.

Tracy.

You'd be a huge help to us.

To the department.

To Carly.

Yeah.

About that.

I'm sorry about her, you know.

Cracking.

I had to play hardball to make it real. I didn't know she was so fragile.

Maybe it's for the best. Maybe she should find another line of work.

You're not helping your case, Sergeant.

You may be doing right by this whole operation, but I know what you are. You

just confirmed everything I ever thought about you. You're a heartless bastard.

This isn't a popularity contest.

Well, Tracy, are you in or out?

I'm going to have to think about it.

But if I am in, I'm the ranking field officer, and I have a definite idea of

I want things to go down, and I'm not answering to this guy.

You're just the sergeant, right?

Yes.

Excuse me?

Yes, ma 'am.

With the captain's permission.

Let's meet back here tomorrow morning at 8 a .m.

We'll pick it up from there.

It's one thing to sell a little dope here and there in high school, but at

age, he's a bona fide drug dealer with real consequences.

I know, I know, all right?

But... I love him so much. And he's been going to school up at UCSB.

He's trying to get on the right track.

So they never found Brandon's mother, huh?

So sad.

Unreal. She just walked out the front door and that was that.

And he's been helping the police, actually.

Eddie's been helping the police.

What are you telling me?

Mallory.

Eddie used to deal drugs, and the cops think that maybe she was kidnapped.

What?

Are you kidding me?

Tell me you were not serious.

No, no.

Eddie wanted to make sure that he had some money coming in when he went to

college, so he and...

Mr. Fitzgerald struck a deal.

The fact that you are involved with someone who is even peripherally

a kidnapping is insane.

You have to cut ties with him now.

I can't.

I can't. You have to.

No. He's going to drag you down. No. I can't abandon him now. He is not a

kidnapper. He just got in a little over his head. You know, we're just going to

get through this and then we'll have the life we always talked about.

A white picket fence.

With him.

Guys like Eddie can't live like that. He's an adrenaline junkie.

Always looking for the next thrill.

You know what?

Like you wouldn't know what it's like to stand by someone you love. The second a

guy irritates you, you break up with him.

No.

The second I know there's no future, I break up with him.

You should have dumped Eddie's criminal ass a long time ago.

Listen, Kim, Eddie's on his way over right now, so I don't want to expose you

such a toxic relationship.

You are welcome to take your leave.

I'm not going anywhere.

Now that I know what I know, there's no way I'm leaving you alone with that

felon.

Please, Kim.

He's going to be here any second.

Nope.

I'm staying put.

He's not going to show now.

You're right.

I don't know whether to kick you or thank you.

Just, um... You can show yourself out.

Don't worry about this.

i'm staying right here with you i'll help you clean up this mess don't worry