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This better be good, because we could be at the house by now, standing around,

making awkward small talk.

Hey, well, we wanted to talk to you about the two friends we just buried.

What about them?

What do we know about how they died?

What is this, jeopardy? Come on, Ray, what do we know? How did it go down? How

many thieves were there?

Two. And what were they doing?

Playing tiddlywinks. Ray.

What, you got a short -term memory loss? This is why you're asking?

Humorous.

There were two thieves.

They were stealing gold coins.

They tripped a silent cell alarm.

Miss Nikki and Chandler were on patrol.

They got the call.

They were talking about whatever you talk about when you don't know you only

five minutes left to live.

I'm sure they did everything by the book. They didn't know the thieves had

tipped off.

They enter the premises.

One of the murdering bastards stepped out and showed himself probably to catch

their attention.

The other one shot him in the back.

And him and the other guy finished him off.

I leave anything out?

They were tipped off by a snitch.

A snitch who called from inside of our station.

So here's the question, Ray. Who did that snitch work for?

John Donadoni. Exactly.

This all comes down to John Donadoni. That's why we're here right now.

Before Joel and I left for the funeral today, we had a chat with the detectives

over at South who were handling the murders.

It turns out that they're following up on a couple of guys out of Chino who

caught with a couple of the stolen coins.

Does that make any sense to you?

Sure it does. If you're never going to catch him, why bother chasing him?

There's a dozen indictments against him. Every one of them goes away.

Witnesses against him have a bad habit of dying. All right, Ray. So you just

give up, then?

Give up? Give up what? In case you missed that day in detective school.

The department forbids a station from investigating the murder of one of its

own, never mind two. You try that and you're going to get burned.

Yeah, well, we're going to ignore that rule.

Because if the boys over at South don't want to go after John Donadoni, we'll do

it ourselves.

Why this particular we?

Oh, well, it's pretty obvious, isn't it, Thomas?

You want to break the law?

Who do you come to but yours truly?

You, you just get caught up in my slipstream. If you don't want to do it,

just say so.

What are you talking about?

That's what I said.

I babysat with Nicky's twins while his widow went out to select his casket.

And I just folded the flag off that same casket not ten minutes ago.

Then help her.

You know, you never know what kind of animal Donadoni is by looking at him.

Where'd you get that?

Joel liberated it.

Eagle Scout stole a file?

Now he wants to run an illegal investigation?

How do you like it in Rayland, huh? Over here on the other side of the ethical

line. Here's a little thing.

I'll survive.

What do you want to do?

I want to follow him. Check him under a microscope. Find a way to get through

every one of his firewalls. Nail his ass to a tree.

Are you in?

Or are you out?

I'm in.

Bring your own beer.

We'll need a place to meet.

You can use my house.

Just bring your own beer.

Ray, what is this? Two Sundays in a row, Donadoni goes to Santa Anita for the

satellite races.

Sits in the same place.

He talks to no one, no one talks to him.

He never places a bet.

Tom starts thinking maybe he's using it as a dead drop.

So this is security camera footage? Yeah.

Donadoni left the racing form on the chair, right?

Nothing happens for a while.

Three people sit down, no one touches the paper.

Where'd you get this, Tom? Chief of security is a woman.

Tom charmed her out of it? Yeah, but that's not all he charmed her out of.

should have seen her. He took one for the team. Every woman's got her own

beauty. See this woman here?

She drops her bag right down on the form.

And... There.

Erasing form's gone.

When's the next dead drop?

This afternoon.

Welcome to California.

You want to play the ponies and their racing somewhere else?

You have to go to the track.

Even if there's no ponies at the track, there's still where you have to go.

So, you've got to get in the car, drive 30 miles to watch TV.

I had to break up the entertaining band for the boys, my friends there.

Hello, Mr. Donadon.

You gotta be kidding me. These are all about cop murders.

Let me see that.

I think we've been made, boy.

He's sending us a message.

Stevens.

Mrs. Stevens.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

She knows me from where?

I don't remember talking to any woman in the car line, honey.

Did she say her name?

What?

Yeah, it is the same name.

All right, it's probably just a coincidence, okay?

I'm going to call you right back.

Okay.

What is it?

A woman approached Kelly in the Ralph's parking lot.

She made a point of mentioning that she recognized our minivan and that she

talked to me in the car line at Willie's school.

She said her name was Sharon.

Sharon Donadoni.

It's just for a few days.

What if Donadoni finds out where Susan's house is? He doesn't find out where

Susan's house is. He could check phone records. He could get a number and

address. Kelly, he's not going to go to all that trouble.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, please just don't scare me. Hmm.

Is it working? No.

Then why are we going to Susan's house?

Yeah.

Oh, honey, I didn't expect you to come all the way here.

What kind of son would I be if I let my mother wait out here all by herself in

the middle of the night?

Yeah, she'd be fine, ma 'am.

Just a loose wire is all.

Thank you, Mr... Stevens.

Joel Stevens.

John Donadoni. Nice to meet you.

You know, there aren't that many good Samaritans around anymore.

Depends where you look, I guess.

You see any warning lights, ma 'am?

You gotta watch out for those warning lights.

You're right, ma 'am.

You don't pay attention to those lights and all of a sudden sometimes, boom, God

goes up in flames.

You lose everything.

Yeah. What I do sometimes if I get a warning is take care of it myself

Just get it done.

Make sure it never happens again.

Hold on a minute.

You don't work for a garage, do you?

No. Why?

What some garages do sometimes is they mess with someone's car.

Well, they're getting gas, you know.

Then they follow them, knowing that the car's going to break down. And when it

does, they swoop in like an arrow.

All right.

Is that what we got here?

No. No.

I'm just a guy that was driving down the road.

Have a good evening.

Thank you.

Keep my mind.

Everything's all right.

Ha -ha.

Where'd you get the car?

I borrowed it from Narcotics from the fleet garage.

You like it?

Oh, yeah, it's great.

Watch this. Watch, watch, watch.

Wow. Yeah, that's really amazing. Are you watching my house? Your house? Yeah.

Oh, man, that's your house.

Yeah, that's my house. Damn, you know, I was just driving, and I had to make a

phone call, so I pulled over, you know, because it ain't safe to talk on the

phone and drive at the same time.

I moved Kelly and Willie over to Susan's house this afternoon.

Thanks.

So how'd that go?

Fine.

Man threatens your family. What does that mean to you?

I think it means we're getting close.

Exactly.

Today on my lunch break, I went to the track to check out some more security

camera footage.

And I saw our girl.

Really? At the ATM machine right outside the ticket window.

Only three women hit the ATM around that time, so I ran their names through DMV

and ta -da.

That's her.

Yep.

Sabrina 50, 275 Bixel, apartment 1050A.

No one home.

All clear.

Stall 77 is wide open.

78, 79, all clear down here.

All quiet on the western front.

What kind of martial art is that?

Tai Chi.

What do you do with it?

You got to find someone willing to fight you in slow -mo?

It's not about fighting. It's about control.

Peace of mind.

Precision.

You do it?

Do I strike you as somebody who has patience for that?

We've got an entry into the apartment.

Does she have any maintenance scheduled for today?

Not that I heard.

Wait. Testing.

Testing. Oh, holy crap, that's fearless.

Who? Take the Bobby Smith from Central.

What are they doing there?

Oh, she's leaving the room.

She's coming back. You've got to get out of here now.

I'm from staff.

She was on the roof. You've got to get out now.

Come on.

I'll explain later.

Her car was not in her parking spot.

If you've been following her for six months as I have, you know that

she parks in the visitor's parking lot on the first level.

What are you doing here?

Some freelance police work on your time off? Well, what about you?

What are you doing here? Are you part of the Wisnicki and Chandler case?

No, I'm not.

I've been on the highline burglary jobs for over a year now.

I happened upon Sabrina Fethia, and I assume the same way you did, through

Doney and the dead drop.

You have any idea who she is?

No. Well, you have no idea what you stumbled upon.

You think Sabrina Fithian's some middleman?

She's no middleman. She's it.

She's the one you're looking for.

She and her partner, Rachel Durrell, are the ones that killed with Nicky and

Chandler. Wait, wait, wait. What? Do you have any proof?

Not that I'm going to share with you.

So if you don't mind, fellas, I'm going to go back to work.

Make sure you don't screw up something I've spent the better part of a year of

my life on.

Oh, and boys, I even catch a whiff of you poking around my investigation.

I'll lock you down faster than you can say, dear God almighty, that bitch

kidding.

What are you doing here?

You going to see our captain?

Look, I spent the better part of a year of my life on... I heard you yesterday.

Are you going to tell our captain what we've been doing?

No.

Do it.

Excuse me?

Tell Captain Hicks.

Why? And then tell him you want us to join your operation.

Why would I do that?

Because that's the only way we can be part of a sanctioned investigation.

No, why would I do it for me?

Because we're good.

We're motivated.

Because I killed your friend.

I'll see what the captain has to say.

Sure, if you ask nicely, you can be very persuasive.

One more thing.

Nobody needs to know I asked you.

Fix wants to see us.

Yep.

What are you looking at?

The reason Hicks wants the theater.

Smith.

Be right there.

You know, being called into the principal's office still gets me right

man.

Well, works out good for me and Tom.

We've got to go downtown and work the Takahashi detail.

What's the Takahashi detail?

They're dropping that 14 -floor office tower at Corp of Noy.

There's going to be a zoo down there.

I'm sorry about the delay, but we'll be finished in a couple of days. Okay,

thank you.

Coffee?

So, the Fantastic Four have been busy out here.

Before you start thinking about how much you'd like to kick Pierce's ass, think

about this. It's because of her that I'm not calling Internal Affairs right now.

Detective Catherine Pierce has requested a temporary admin transfer to this

station. And she has asked that you four join her in an SPU team to pursue

suspects in that string of highline burglaries we've had the past year. Now,

cannot emphasize strongly enough that this is not...

An investigation into the murders of officers Wisnicki and Chandler.

But should you happen to, in the course of your investigation, come upon the

evil bastards who killed our friends, well, that wouldn't be the worst thing

the world, now would it?

So, what do we know about her? I'm sure you checked her out.

Well, she's South Bureau.

Robbery, homicide, D3. Which means she outranks everyone in this room except

Before she made D3, she was partnered with Steve Drummond. Why'd they split?

Well, aside from making D3, there were rumors.

What rumors?

Well, the same rumors you always hear when a man partners with a woman.

The story goes Drummond's wife insisted he either get him to partner or sit his

ass behind a desk.

Pierce took care of it for him by making D3, and she's been working solo ever

since. And according to the guys at her station, it's a good thing she works

solo, because she is a pain in the ass. Yeah, well, she'll fit in fine here.

Sabrina Fithian and Rachel Durrell are preparing for another job, and I want to

catch them with their hands in the cookie jar.

For that, I need more eyes, ears, and legs.

As for why your eyes, ears, and legs, just as I'm sure you've checked up on

I've checked up on you.

Word is, you're pretty good.

Well, at least I know you're motivated.

Shall we begin?

Background. Sabrina Fithian looks like the name is a pseudonym.

At age 20, she just shows up at a community college in Riverside.

She becomes a structural engineer, works for Donna Dhoni's contracting firm for

several years until he pulls her into the dark side.

She's brilliant at plans.

Last year, she broke out on her own in a string of high -line jobs.

She did them all with Rachel Durrell, a safecracker out of Hong Kong.

So how'd they hook up?

Donna Dhoni put them together.

Any questions?

Yeah. What's the score?

A series of scores, actually.

Four mid -level jobs, followed by a big one.

How big?

Big.

Why not just move that one to the top of the list?

Because it involves a lot of digging and tunneling.

Besides, the timing is dependent on something big going down, literally.

Something that will not happen for a while.

Plus, it's going to take a lot of prep, and in the meantime, I would like to

stay busy.

So, are you in?

I'll give it some serious consideration.

Good.

You've got 30 seconds.

Excuse me?

25.

You're serious?

I don't have any time to waste.

15.

Are you in or are you out?

Oh, what the heck?

Sounds like it'll be a blast.

So Fithian bought a seismograph?

Could be legit. She is a structural engineer.

What if they don't do another job?

They will.

I don't think they've been casing three banks downtown for the fun of it. But

that was before Wiz and Chandler. What if they've retired now? What if they're

smart? They killed two cops.

Now would be a very prudent time for a career change.

They're getting set for the next job possibly this week.

And you know that how?

Fithian as good as told me.

What? I don't know whether she spotted the surveillance team following her.

Or maybe she got wise when she found the dead drop blown.

Or perhaps she picked up on something when we were going in and out of her

apartment yesterday.

At any rate, she knows she's being followed.

Yesterday in the park, she snuck up on me.

She snuck up on you?

Yes.

Catherine, is that you? At first, she tried to bribe me.

How much would it take to get you to look the other way for the next week?

And when that didn't work, she tried to threaten me.

Back off, or the next time I sneak up on you, it'll be in your house at night,

and I will put a bullet in your head.

Why would she do that? I mean, come to you.

She had to know it wouldn't work.

Maybe she wanted you to come here.

What do you mean?

If a detective is contacted by a suspect, you have to come in here and

it. Gets you off her tail for a while. Well, my surveillance guys are still

following her. Yeah, but it gets you off her tail.

Forget the guys with the cameras and the microphones. She has to get you out of

the picture. It gives her an opening, which means the job they're planning

be going down right now.

What job?

Wiltern Federal.

They got safe deposit boxes insured for tens of millions of dollars, and they're

buried down in a vault that runs next to the subway system.

You said in your report they use the subway, right?

Yeah. Why now?

Well, the Wiltern Federal is three blocks away from the Takahashi building.

They're going to implode that building this morning. Of course.

When a 14 -story office building falls, the impacts are going to set off alarms

for miles, right? You watch the seismograph.

When everything starts rocking and rolling, boom, you just blow your way

the alarm company assumes that it's because of the building implosion.

When are they dropping that building? 20 minutes.

But traffic will be insane with all the streets shut down. We're never going to

make it. Hold on, hold on. Let me check with my surveillance. Maybe Fithian's

out of Pilates class, and we're getting all worked up for nothing.

Keep looking.

Less than a minute ago, Fithian dumped her car in the middle of Wilshire

Boulevard and ran.

They think she's headed toward the subway.

Yeah, but even with sirens, we're never going to make it. Not by car. There are

some privileges to being a D3.

Look!

Of course we were notified, but we've never shut off our alarm.

You think someone's going to try and enter the vault now?

We don't know.

It's impossible.

The vault's seven floors below ground.

You see?

I told you, there's no one here.

Open it.

Open it.

I'm sure there is no

way.

Is there a tunnel?

We're going in. Clear.

Find out where any tunnels on this building lead to and cover them. And

Sheriff of Metro Rail.

All right. We'll go topside.

Sit down to another lap.

My life sucks.

Stay there.

Stay there.

So, Captain.

Officer down. Repeat, we have an officer down.

You go on ahead. Like we did with the gold coin, okay?

You can do it. Go.

Don't move, police!

Drop your weapon.

Hands open out to the side.

Then get up.

Rachel,

could you take the diamonds out of your pocket and show them to me?

What? I saw you.

Rachel. I'm sorry.

I don't know much. I just thought that maybe... It's okay.

Just look up the tunnel. Do you see anything?

What for these?

Look up the tunnel.

Look up the tunnel.

Look, I promise I'm not going to tell.

Detective,

if you come with me, I can take you to the hospital.

No, I'll just go home.

You got someone at home to take care of you?

I can call someone.

Why don't you just come from the hospital? I don't need to go to the

right? Detective, we generally find with Teresa it's best to just do what she

says.

Do you have any diamonds on her?

Well, the only ones we found were a couple dozen lying next to Darrell.

I wonder why she didn't kill you.

You're the best.

I mean, not that we're not happy the way things turned out.

Maybe she heard you coming.

The truck's over here, this way.

Wait just a minute.

Ironic, isn't it, Vivian?

We probably won't get you for murdering Wiz Nikki and Chandler, but we will get

you for capping your own partner.

Good luck.

You're a creature of habit, Mr. Donadoni.

You always stop in the same spot.

Detective Steven?

I don't know if you know yet, but we got Sabrina Fithian, the woman that killed

our friends.

Next up is you.

Sabrina who?

Everybody's wondering.

She'll keep her mouth shut, or she'll flip and rat you out. Me?

I'm thinking you'll have her killed or at least try.

Detective, you're speaking a foreign language to me.

Do you know why I'm here right now with you?

There are at least a half dozen other men in this city, as bad as you, walking

around right now.

The difference between them and you is they didn't threaten my family.

You did.

So from now on, for the rest of your days as a free man, I'll be watching

Somehow, someway, I'll get you.

Good luck with that.

If there's any question whether or not I could bring you down, I'd put a bullet

in you right now.

The stalking is becoming a habit of yours.

Just wanted to say thank you.

Don't mention it.

How long are you going to be staying with us at Central?

Till 15 a sentence.

Why not stay until we get Donna Dhoni?

Detective, I don't even know whether we're going to get Donna Dhoni.

As a matter of fact, the amount of legal muscle that Sabrina 15 has behind her,

I don't know whether we're going to get her either.

I wouldn't worry about that.

We've got some legal muscle of our own.

Who? It's DDA.

We've worked with him in the past.

Did you call him? Is he assigned to the case? He's away for a while.

Extended vacation.

He'll be back.

And I promised myself that I wasn't going to drink that day.

But then I got off work, and all the guys were going over to the bar, and I

thought, well, I'll just have one.

Just one.

What harm could that do?

Well, next thing I know, there's a cop with a flashlight in my eyes, and that's

my fourth DUI in two years.

I'm serious.

I'm facing real jail time.

I don't know what to do.

Who's the judge?

What?

On his last DUI.

Who's the judge?

David. Petrano. Why?

Petrano? Oh, he's a piece of cake.

Here's what you want to do. David.

No crosstalk, please.

Should I just go on?