All language subtitles for The SHIELD - S03 E13 - Fire in the Hole (720p - BluRay)

NARRATOR: Previously
on The Shield.

Neil O'Brien, who's he?
He's on Treasury's radar?

As soon as he puts some of our
marked money into the system.

Congratulations, you just got yourself
a spot on Treasury's Most Wanted.

VIC: Guess who Dutch boy and his
Treasury bitch just brought in.

O'Brien? Yes.

Those marked bills that we dropped
on him must've hit the banks.

Which means that we're...
We're free and clear.

No more Armenian problems.
Feels good.

You releasing him?

He's sticking with his "I found
it on the sidewalk" story.

We'll look into his finances,
tap his phone, see who he calls.

He's scared. Stir things up,
see what drifts to the top.

So you got a knack for
finding things, huh?

Yes, I do. And we can start
by finding your smile.

Is she hooked up with anybody?

She's my partner. Shut up.

You saying I'm not good enough?

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Huh.
Well, we'll see what she says.

Tell us who's doing what at AGC.

We'll let you stay open.

Customize cars with
one small addition.

What's that? Bugs. Cameras.

But if this breaks right, it'll be the
biggest case you and me will ever see.

It'll set crime in
Farmington back 20 years-.

The last couple of weeks,
Matthew's been a serious problem.

We'll continue to work with
Matthew as best we can.

If he injures another child, we'll
have to ask you to find another school.

Please don't do that.

What school is gonna
take an autistic kid

that you've branded
as being violent?

I don't get Trish
back in one piece,

I'll use every goddamn favor
I've banked for the last 14 years

to get your lazy ass fired.

It's a relief that
you're all right.

I had to do some coke
to keep my cover.

Do you need to see a doctor?
I should get checked out for STDs.

Get the morning after pill.
Son of a bitch.

VIC: Shane bother telling
you about his latest mistake?

Sending Tavon flying
through a windshield?

What? Yeah, Tavon and Shane,
they were mixing it up.

Mara cracked him in the back
of the head with an iron.

He got back in the van,
swerved himself into critical condition.

[CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]

MAN: Take a look right here.

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

CASSIDY [SOBBING]: Daddy.

Okay, honey, okay.
It's okay, I'm here. Let me see.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

I was in the bathroom,

and they, um,
had some soup on the stove.

Matthew got ahold of
some cooking spray and...

Where is he?

My mom took him and Megan.

He didn't know
what he was doing.

Uh, hey, uh, listen,

thanks for all your help.

Close call. If your wife hadn't
grabbed that fire extinguisher,

this whole place
could've burned up.

Uh-huh. Yeah, you know what?

I, um...
I left the stove on too high,

and the grease
just went "woosh."

Uh, why don't you, uh,
get some stuff together.

You and the kids are
coming to my place.

Vic... You can't stay here.

Help your mom pack up, please.

Listen, I, uh...

I think we both know that
this wasn't a grease fire.

Yeah, I just need to determine
if it was set intentionally.

It wasn't.

I have a young boy who has
developmental problems.

His mom is worried
sick about him.

He was just playing
where he shouldn't be.

He's only 7 years old.

I'm sure I can write
this up as an accident.

I appreciate it.
Thank your boys for me, okay?

Oh, uh,

you ever need a favor...

Hey, are you talking now?

You're that new nurse here
for my sponge bath, right?

[CHUCKLES]

We lost you to the twilight
zone there for a few weeks, man.

Doctor says you can
start rehab pretty soon.

I'll be back riding with
you guys in a minute.

Everybody misses you.

You remember much?

Last thing I can see is

getting into it with Shane.

You remember that?

Uh, I just remember
fighting with him.

We got our first good hit
off the AGC surveillance.

We've been monitoring
the bugs and cameras

planted in four cars.

Mainly just blunts and blowjobs,

but, uh,
some pretty good prelim intel.

Chief's asking why we've
sunk a ton into this sting

and haven't come
up with anything.

This ought to cure his blue balls.
Check it.

What's up?

All right.

Here's half the money.

You' re gonna get
the rest after.

After tomorrow night,
you guys will be long gone.

Hey, man,
the Horde's good for it.

That's Jantell Davis.

He's a player with the
Spookstreet Souljahs.

Jesse Ventura here
is with the Horde.

The biker gang?

What are the Aryans doing with
a black banger in Farmington?

It's no Rainbow Coalition.

Horde rolls into
town to do a job.

They grease the natives.
Nobody's feathers get ruffled.

Deal was probably
brokered in the joint.

What's the job?

Uh, we don't know
what the target is.

Just that it's
going down tonight

and Jantell's providing
getaway and layoff cars.

The Horde's got a
pretty violent history.

No joke. They dropped two bank
guards last week in Sacramento.

So this is all we have?

At the moment.

So how do we find out
the when and where

without exposing to
them and the other marks

that we're bugging AGC's cars?

It's gonna be a balancing act.

[POLICE SIREN BLARING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Someone miss the drive-through?

Came up stolen.
We were in pursuit.

Driver tried to take a shortcut.

How bad?

Dove out of the
way just in time.

Driver fled on foot.
We lost him.

Owners.
Been open less than a week.

I'll talk to them.

Did you see the man who
was driving the car?

WOMAN: No.

[WH ISTLES]

Scotch. No tax sticker.

That's a lot of stolen booze.

Yeah, 30-year-old booze.

This stuff is worth,
like, 120 a fifth.

I'm a light-beer man, myself.
This is single malt.

You don't know what
you're missing.

You could school me sometime.

No insurance.
It'll come out of their pocket

if we don't find the
guy who did this.

Yeah, well,
even if we catch our rabbit,

I doubt he can
cover these damages.

Who we looking for?

Bootlegger.

I thought we were gonna keep
this operation under wraps.

This AGC sting could go on for months.
A year even.

I'm gonna be moving on.
Claudette's gonna be moving in.

Might as well get
her up to speed now.

Jantell made a
call after the meet

to a cloned cell phone.

Reported in he got half the payoff.
Ten G's.

It's gotta be something big for
the Horde to drop 20 grand-.

Armed-car schedules for today.

Plus personnel info for banks
and check-cashing joints.

Do you want me to
alert these places?

No, let's do our homework first

before we get these
people all worked up.

We're clamping down
on Spookstreet.

We'll bust one of their
bangers on something unrelated.

Sweat him until he
gives us this heist.

That'll keep AGC in the clear.

If you need anything from this
end, run it through Claudette.

Let's not make this a contest, okay?
You work together.

[DOOR OPENS]

You, uh...
You running the Strike Team again?

Aceveda's just keeping
me in the loop.

Yeah, and?

I'm in the loop.

[SCOFFS]

Yeah, I've, uh, got my own things too.
Very hush-hush.

Tavon's up and talking.

You spoke to him?

He's groggy,
but he's making sense.

Sweet.

Really?

What did he say to you?

Well, the good news
is he's recovering.

The bad news is he remembers
getting in a fight with Shane

before Mara clocked him
over the head with an iron.

What?

Tavon told you that?

No, Vic did.

But Tavon remembers
everything up to that.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, what...?
What happened?

Shane put him in the
hospital and lied to us.

SHANE: He came into my home.

Yeah? He threw down first.

Why didn't you tell us then
instead of making up bullshit?

VIC: It was my call
not to tell you.

LEM: Really?
I was protecting the team.

You think this is still a team?

I'd do the same thing for you.

You know what?
You won't need to with me.

There's dirt on your hands
just like the rest of us.

We can toss around
blame or we can fix it.

If this gets hung on Shane,
we're all under the microscope.

They look hard enough,
they'll find our money-train cash.

So, what do we do about Tavon?

He's only gonna remember
more, not less.

Goddamn it.

Shit.

VIC: Jantell and his boys

are hopping t0day-

Look, all the crap we've
been through lately?

Trust me, we're a team.
We just gotta get through this.

We never should have
taken that money.

God.

Hey, take a walk.

You take a walk.
We're on the eye here.

Walon? What the hell
are you doing here?

You're gonna tip
these assholes off.

Me? Why don't you just paint
five-O on the side of the van?

You're on the Spookstreet crew?
What for?

What do you care?
You're compromising everyone.

Trish is in the store,
Annie over there.

You're stepping on our case.

We were here first.

[CHANGE JANGLES] Get lost.

You get lost. Oh, Jesus Christ.

[TIT]

WALON: Little tight in
here, isn't it?

Why are you sitting
on Spookstreet?

Gathering intel on some
goober named Durwin.

He's making
kid-on-kid sex tapes.

That's pretty vile,
even for them.

Durwin's running
this on the side.

Rest of the gang seems
to be in the dark.

Where's he get the kids?

He's got a social
worker in his pocket.

Most of her caseloads
are crack moms.

She inserts herself into their
lives, gets to know them,

and after a while, she, uh,
offers it as a way to earn.

Lovely.

We're putting things together.

We should be rounding everybody
up by the end of the week.

We don't have till
the end of the week.

We gotta bring
your banger in now.

What for?

To corroborate a tip.

What for?

We can't say.

For reasons I'd like to
share, but I can't.

Oh, so I show you mine,
but you don't show me yours?

Like when I had your
team streak through here.

You think this is funny?

ACEVEDA: We need to fold
your case into ours.

We're not even
assigned to Farmington.

ACEVEDA: I've spoken
to your captain.

We need to grab
your porn guy now.

I'll decoy as a social worker,
Trish is the crack mom.

As soon as the
money's exchanged,

we can use the
guy for our thing.

Whoa, slow down.
You go in, the real social worker walks.

She's arranging for kids
to sixty-nine each other,

for Christ's sake.

I don't like the wicked
witch flying away soot-free

any more than you do,

but believe me,
our thing is real.

I'm not working for her again.

You're already inside.

I'll just be helping
any way I can.

Fine.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello. VIC: Hey,

ready for your seminar?

Yeah. I just got my schedule.

You're still driving
down, right?

Ha. You kidding me?
How could I miss.

"Groundwater impact on
decomposition rate"?

Or maybe you'd be
more interested in.

"Rewards used to help motivate
a dog perform special tasks."

Hi. Hi.

I got us adjoining rooms.
Ocean view.

And yours is under the
name Jackson Benjamin.

Ah, imaginative.

Should I wear a disguise?

Yeah, you laugh,
but a lot of my colleagues are there

and they know Hunter.

Relax. I don't plan on
leaving the room much.

[BABY CRYING]

Neil O'Brien's missing?

That's right. Looks like the
Armenians paid him a visit.

Jesus. You sure it wasn't
just an angry maid?

Turkish cigarettes.
You can only get these in Little Armenia.

I thought your people had
O'Brien under surveillance 24/7-.

Last night,
someone logged into our system

with security
clearance from an agent

who retired five months ago.
He pulled surveil off O'Brien.

So we thinking he was snatched?

Unless he smelled trouble
and ducked out somehow.

There's no blood.
Car's not in the garage.

ACEVEDA: In any
case, the Armenians

have someone inside Treasury.

Half the ROC is former
KGB with deep U.S. ties.

The Armenians work
with the Russians.

They got vodka buddies,
very high places.

How do we handle this?

It's been your case
from the start.

Until I find this leak,
it's best if it stays local.

I'll let you know if I
find anything on my end.

Bring in Vic. He's dealt with
the Armenians more than anyone.

As a resource, right?

I'm still running this.

Yes, Dutch. You're in charge.

Okay, Durwin Gethers.
Grew up in South Gate.

In and out of custody
since he was 16.

Anything else I need
to know about this guy?

Hey, I'm just a crack ho today.

I can't tell you
how long it's been

since I've been undercover.

Back in those days,
there were hardly any women on the job

let alone a black one.
Bad guys never saw me coming.

You'll be fine.

Just like riding a bike.

I've been a social
worker for 15 years.

Hated it for the last 10.

My ex-husband gambled
away our savings

so I earn on the side
from the crackheads

who I can't help anyway,
even if I wanted to.

And you've been one of my
cases for the last 10 months-.

You'll be fine.

If I could take back
what you went through...

You can't.

I'd take it on myself.

We're cops.

Shit happens.

Is everything all right?

No. I, um...

Hunter was mugged. He's hurt.

Is he at the hospital?

He's at home.

Are the police there?
No, he, uh... He called me.

He didn't report it?
What happened?

I'm going home to find out,
but I have to cancel San Diego.

I gotta go. I'll call you.

Hey, Julien.

That wagon was jacked from
a school two blocks away.

Customs reported 11 cases
of Glen Callan Scotch

stolen from a freight container
in San Pedro last week.

Yeah, but there were
only seven in the wagon.

That means there's still
four unaccounted for.

Hey, you guys busy?

JULIENI A little. What's up?

Uh, got a mugging incident
needs checking out.

What happened?

This guy got injured,
but he didn't report it.

If you guys got an opening,
maybe you can go over there,

see what happened?
Who's the victim?

Um,

boyfriend of Lauren Riley.

She's, uh, the dog handler,

helped us with
the meth-lab case.

She's a friend.

We can try.

All right, here's the address.
Thanks.

Sure.

Vic, our main suspect in the
Armenian money-train robbery,

Neil O'Brien,
just disappeared from his apartment.

Huh?

We alerted airport security.
Posted unis at train stations.

Any help you could provide...

Well, if the Armenian
Might got to him,

he won't be walking out of town.

Talked to his landlord.

Neil has a taste
for Mexican hookers.

What is it about Irish
guys and Latin tail?

Aceveda said I
could use your team.

Well, I sort of got my hands
full with this other thing.

Which is what, by the way?

Heh. Uh, can't talk about
it, but, uh, nice try.

In any case,
captain's pulling you off it

to see if you can help
with anything on O'Brien.

I'll canvass his neighbors,

check the bar where he, uh,
said he found the marked money.

I'll check out the dick dolls,
see what the street knows.

Anything you find, run it by me.

Oh, sure, Dutch boy.

Let's connect after you get
back from the Smogjumper.

Talk to you later. Yeah.

SHANE: They're
hiding it from you.

LEM: What do you mean? Why?
SHANE: To protect you.

All right, so, what's up?

We got a problem.

That Irish hump we dropped the
money off on has gone missing.

The Armenians are on his tail.

Jesus,
how'd they find out about him?

A leak in Treasury.

LEM: They get him,
they'll kill him.

Well, they can't
trace him back to us.

If O'Brien's dead,
the feds will plant themselves here.

Keep digging-

If he's a fugitive,

then they'll keep busy until
this case collects dust.

What about the fact
that the guy's innocent?

The guy's an asshole with a rap
sheet as long as your sad face.

What,
Tavon wasn't enough for you?

Jesus Christ. Cut the shit.

Quit. Look,
you don't want this thing to blow up,

you better keep your head.

Lem's right.

We dropped the money off on
O'Brien to divert the feds.

Not to set him up
for an Armenian hit.

LEM: What are we supposed to do?

Get to him before
the feet-choppers do.

Get his ass on a
Greyhound to Akron.

There's no Armenian
powerbase there.

God.

Get your ass in the van.

Start checking the screw
shacks in Byz Lats turf.

We'll talk to Diagur.

See if his girlfriends are
spreading for a gringo.

Yeah. Yeah. Go.

VIC: Diagur.

Who'd you lose, man?

My cousin Aramis in Chino, man.
Some Armenian

chopped off his fingers and
stabbed him in the neck.

You know why?

No, man, we ain't got no
beef with no Armenians.

You think it's about the marked
cash the feds found on us?

Could be.

Armenians got a
guy inside Treasury

feeding them intel
about the marked bills.

Man,
those cats do some sick shit.

This guy right here?
Number one on their most-wanted list.

Name's Neil O'Brien.

We think he's
behind the robbery.

I gotta find him, prove it,

stop the Armenians from finding
the next pair of size 10s.

What do you need, then?

Well, he's a gambler,
he likes to hit cheap Mexican ass.

Well, if he's in the
hood, we'll find him.

He hangs at Smogjumpers.

Have one of your boys
camp out on a stool there,

call us if he shows.

You're lucky we needed a
favor, Felicia,

because throwing your ass in
prison was my first choice.

I understand.

You wave. Keep your mouth shut.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

What's up? Durwin.

You and me need to
talk some business.

Who the hell are you?

Felicia's supervisor.

I don't know no Felicia.

CLAUDETTE: Who's that?

I'm also her business partner.

We split everything fifty-fifty.

You paid her $1200 last week

for that little movie star
she hooked you up with.

Can I come in?

[R & B MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

So, what's this business
you trying to speak on?

Felicia shorted me 300.

How's that my problem?

It's not.

Just as long as we can deal
directly with each other

from now on.

All right, whatever.

I need to find those two little
honeys she been looking into.

All right,
tell me what you need.

It's like I told Felicia,
they need to be dark-skinned,

no older than 11,
and ready to freak.

I got two girls, 8 and 10.

How much? Two thousand.

Mama's gotta get
500 off the top.

And these little breezies
gonna do whatever I say?

'Cause they gonna be
getting into some hard shit.

It's no problem.
Just tell me when you need them.

HUNTER: I didn't file a report.

Why are you...? I, uh...
I mentioned it

to a couple of people
at the station.

JULIEN: Where were you attacked?

In the parking lot
of my restaurant.

He's a sous-chef at Le Malpeste.

I was going to my car, and I...
I got jumped.

They... They...
They wanted my money.

DAN NY: They? More than one?

HUNTER: Three, I think.

Did you get a look at them?

No.

Were there any weapons?

No. They went for my watch.

That's when I started swinging.

Hunter.

Situations like this,

it's usually best to give
them what they're after.

You gave me this watch.

I wasn't gonna let them take it.

Came in a couple times a week.

Watch a game. Place a few bets.

Wh0'd he bet with?

I promise I'm not out to
hassle anybody for making book.

I just need to find him.
He's in danger.

Bookie's name is, uh...

Damn, he's got,
like, a dog's name.

Sparky? Scout?
Something like that.

I think he owns a
furniture store,

upholstery place, around here.

Faces I know. Names...

Okay.

If O'Brien or the bookie come
in, give me a call.

Hey, um, any other cops come in?

Meet with or ask about O'Brien?
Mackey?

Shaved head, uh,
redneck partner?

Don't think so.

DUTCH: Okay.

All right, man, I hear you.
Thanks for the heads up.

Diagur found O'Brien in a motel.

He's with a brown patch.

Well, let's go, then.
He also said that Dutch

is looking into us.

Dutch? Why?

I slipped UP-

Mentioned the name of the
bar, Smogjumpers, to him.

Dutch knows I shouldn't
know about that place.

Christ,
Dutch is looking into us.

Dutch would look into his mother

if he thought he
could catch a case.

He's got nothing.

Let's just get
O'Brien out of town.

I can't do this alone.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[WHISPERS] Up. Up. Get up. Go.

Hey. Shit.

And wash your hands. What?

You just took a piss.
Wash your hands.

What? That's disgusting.

There's a lot of
people looking for you.

Looking to kill me.

I came home last night,
saw those Armenian freaks

turning over my place.

You gonna put me in
protective custody?

Not exactly. Sit down.

All right, look.
We're with Special Teams.

There's a leak in Treasury
and our department.

That's how the
Armenians found you.

Holy shit.

And the fact of the matter
is, there's not a safe place

we can offer you in this state.

I got no dough to split.

And what about the money
you took from the Armenians?

I didn't do that. Right.

What about the
money that you found

in front of Smogjumpers?

Feds froze most of it.

It's what I get for putting
it in a goddamn bank.

The other 16 grand I
lost on a sure thing.

Smart.

I got 3 large on
the Lakers tonight.

I make that, I can move.

You listen to the game
while you drive out of town.

My guy, Rex already has my bet.

Look, we'll front
you the travel money.

Lakers come through,
we'll make sure Rex wires you.

Where am I supposed to go?

VIC: Akron.

Where's that?

Where the kids at?

With my baby daddy.

They'll be here in a minute.
Where my money at?

When I see the kids.

Oh, that's a nice touch.

Real nice.

That's them over there.

Eight hundred for
the both of them.

CLAUDETTE: The deal was 5.

TRISH: Man.
DURWIN: Which is the youngest?

Teyquanna.
She the one on the left.

She ever suck a dick before?

I had a boyfriend.

They got about it
a couple times.

Hey, Vic. Followed up
on that mugging for you.

Oh.

DANNY: Things didn't
really add up.

Although the girlfriends
buying the story.

She's fawning all over that
guy like he's some superhero.

Well, they've been
together for a while.

It's probably complicated.

Or not. Some women just
have a thing for assholes.

Any luck finding O'Brien?

Uh, not yet.

Hey, um, a while back,

you asked me to keep Vic out
of the loop with the Armenians.

Why was that?

He was working on
a quota mandate.

I didn't wanna distract him
with anything gang-related. Why?

Just, you know, being nosey.

Sir, I need to talk to you.
Is he being cooperative?

Sir?

AC EVEDA: Okay.

Sir, they just found a body

behind Manzana Groceria.

The feet are missing.

Okay.

[CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]

[SIGHS]

Cigarette burns.

You think Diagur bitched
us out to the Armenians?

He didn't know we were involved.

We were looking for O'Brien.

And we kept asking
about the marked money.

Diagur Leyva. Ran the Byz Lats.

DUTCH: Any luck
with the hookers?

Well, me and my boys got laid.

[SNICKERS] But, uh, no O'Brien.

Listen, uh, I gotta ask you,

how is it you knew
the name of the bar

when I didn't mention it or
you didn't read the report?

I, uh...
I saw O'Brien's rap sheet.

Yeah, he'd been picked up on
a bunch of gambling stings.

Liked Mexican hookers.

There's only one place in town

you can do both and be white.

Right, Smogjumpers.

Right.

You find anything there?

No.

I think you're gonna be very
happy with the final product.

Good. [DOORBELL BUZZES]

That's my babies.

All right.
Let's let the nasty begin.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

You gonna let them in?

Not till I get paid, black.

Mama gotta get low.

[SIGHS]

Look,
I'm gonna give you half now,

half when we finish.

I'm gonna let your homegirl
hold the cheese for safekeeping.

Police! Stay down!

You're under arrest.

Come on. Hell, no.

Hell, yeah.

Okay,
let Mommy put the lid on first.

Matthew's not helping.

Matthew, put the, uh...

Put the napkins on the
table like I told you.

He threw the napkins
on the floor.

Hello. Hey, sweetheart.

How does chicken,
roasted potatoes and salad sound?

Perfect.

Did you get ice cream?

Oh, just chocolate
and strawberry.

Hey, little man.

Come here, you.

Come here, little man.
Let me give you a kiss. Mwah.

And one for you.

Cassidy, finish setting the
table, okay?

Matthew!

Okay, okay. Let me help you.

Take the napkin just like this.

Remember how I showed you?

How long will we
be staying here?

Well, uh, we'll see.

Kitchen still needs fixing.

There's gonna be
painters in the house

if you wanna change
the color of your room.

Hey, that's it.
That's the stuff, little man.

Very good.

Now you gotta put the
silverware on top of it.

Okay? MATTHEW: Okay.

Ah, there she is.

You here on business
or pleasure?

Always pleasure to see you.

McCoy Tyner at
the Blues Project.

That's a sold-out show.

These tickets are hot.

Sizzling.

[LAUGHS] No, stolen.

Oh, come on.

Would I take you to a
show with jacked tickets?

You're a fence.
Isn't that what you do?

Come on, blue. I have been
waiting for an hour to see you.

Did I say you could come in?

Okay, why you gotta step on a
brother's goodwill like that?

Come on, Taylor, I'm busy.

Look, we got a lot of paperwork

because some idiot crashed
while running stolen merch.

Hey, did somebody say stolen?
Did I hear stolen, huh?

Huh? Huh? How can I help?

Okay, we're looking for a guy
who's selling stolen Scotch.

Glen Callan.

I don't know a lot of hood
joints that's pouring three-0-.

However, there are a
couple of possibilities

that we can investigate.

We?

Yeah.
Look, I'd need a police escort.

All right, I got a contractor
coming over to the house

to work up an estimate.

I need to know what
it's really gonna cost

so the insurance people
don't try to lowball us.

Thanks for tonight. It was nice.

What if one of
the kids got hurt?

That aerosol can could've
blown up in Matthew's face.

We got the new therapist
starting this week.

But you need to...
I need to what?

Matthew doesn't even think
he did anything wrong.

How can I reason with him?

Somehow.

I can't spend every
second with him.

You... You can't take him.

What are we supposed to do,

put him in a home?

You're serious.

No. I don't know.

We are not gonna put him away.

I don't want to.

Then don't bring it up again.

Megan has a shot
at a normal life.

Is this fair to her?
Of course not.

But that doesn't mean
we commit our son.

I am doing everything I can.

Well,
then I'm gonna have to step in.

Maybe you got me on an obscenity beef.
Or maybe you don't.

Because the Constitution
says that titty, coochie,

and badonkadonk is
erotic expression.

So that shit is protected.

You're a pedophile, Durwin,

and I don't have to tell you

what the life expectancy
is on the inside

when you mess with kids.

Someone has a chance to take
out a short eyes and doesn't

catches a shank in
the back themselves.

The mamas didn't have no problem
with their kids getting dirty.

Let's see how you get dirty in prison.
You ever suck a dick?

You cooperate,
maybe we can file on you in a way

that keeps you from
getting your throat cut.

Now, Spookstreet's got its
fingers in a lot of pies.

What's happening with your boys?

Usual shit.

Can't help you

unless you got
something unusual.

There's Primo.

He just got out of the pen

and he passing around bad
checks to get his pockets tight.

If he could've given
us anything else,

don't you think he
would've by now?

He's a foot soldier.

So we just swapped out a social
worker who tricks out kids

for a guy passing bad checks?
That sucks.

Let's see if this check
kiter, Primo,

is any more plugged
in than he is.

All right, but do it fast.

DUTCH: Captain.

Just got a call from the
bartender at Smogjumpers.

Says a bookie was in
the bar collecting bets.

Apparently he needed the cash to
cover a large payout to O'Brien.

O'Brien's still alive.

Bookie owns a furniture shop nearby.
I'm tracking him.

Ask Vic.

I'm sure he knows
all the bookmakers.

I'll do that.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

I'm really sorry
about this weekend.

I was looking forward to it.
Maybe another time...

The week you're
going out of town

this guy gets mugged by
three guys he can't identify

and he manages to
fight them off?

Bet you didn't know you
shacked with the man of steel.

You sent those officers
over to see if he was lying.

He is lying.

He faked getting attacked?

Why is that such a stretch?
Because it's pathological.

So is saying that he'll slit
his throat if you leave him.

I mean, are you ever gonna
end it with this guy?

It's not that easy. It's not.

ACEVEDA: Hey, Vic.

Just a minute.

ACEVEDA: Did you find the
bookie Dutch was looking for?

I'm sorry, what?

O'Brien's collecting on a bet.

Dutch is tracking
down the bookie.

He was gonna check with you.

Well,
we must have missed each other.

Who won the Laker game?

L.A., by six.

Hey. The bookie, Rex,
where's his shop?

Uh, Flores. Let's go.

What's up?

O'Brien stayed in town
to collect his winnings.

Oh, what an asshole.

Dutch boy's onto him.
We gotta get to him first.

DANNY: You ready?

Yeah.

Hey, captain okay your
extracurricular police work?

Yeah. No OT, but he said
he's buying the first round.

Hey, why are you still here?

They couldn't leave until
they boarded up their cafe.

Told them I'd stick around.

Any luck finding the driver?

No, not so far.

All right, man,
where are we going?

Only four joints that
serve top-shelf Scotch.

And one of them,
the Bling-Bling Room,

this hole hasn't served a legal
shot since the day it opened.

Okay, let's party.

Okay.

Detective Wyms,
can I ask you about something?

What?

This couple back here

trying to ID the guy who
ran into their café...

I heard about them.
What do you need?

Well, Dutch said you're dating
a guy who's a contractor.

Their cafe needs a lot of
work, new windows.

So I was wondering if your
boyfriend might be able

to get the materials wholesale.

That would help them out a lot.

I'll ask around.

Glad to see you're
making the effort.

No effort, really.
They're good people.

Rex?

Oh, shit. No feet.

Oh, man.

Shit. Goddamn it.

SHANE: Hey, Vic. Vic.

Oh, for Christ's sake.
It's O'Brien.

Oh!

[COUGHS]

They burned him and dunked
him in turpentine. Jesus.

How long you think
they tortured him?

He couldn't tell them
anything if he didn't know

what he was doing in the
middle of this. Goddamn!

Listen. Listen to me. Shit!

Dutch could be here any minute.

We gotta make O'Brien disappear.

LEM: What?
He's gotta stay a fugitive.

If he's dead, Dutch, Treasury,
they'll turn over every rock.

Eventually,
we'll be under one of them.

He's their prime suspect.

If he's alive and missing,
he stays that way.

All right. All right, so how...?
H-h-h-how do we get rid of him?

We need something close. Simple.

Okay.

Uh...

LEM: Goddamn it.

What?

I... I know where to do it.

So Primo, you're fresh out.

Ten days. Long enough to get
the prison smell off of me.

What you been up to?

Getting my drink on, my poke on.

Keeping it g'd up
from the feet up.

Passing bad checks again?

Heh. No, dog. I paid my debt.

That is a major
probation violation.

You had three and a half
years left on your sentence

when you got paroled, right?

Time to pay in full.

I was just trying to get me
some ends so I can start fresh.

In an election year,
there's zero tolerance

for serial offenders.

But then,
this check is yours to rip up

if you give us something to
make us look good to our bosses.

In the joint,
I heard about this credit card ring.

Federal beef.
A guy in a suit will get all the love.

I got a line on this ése
cat flipping hot Sprewells.

Give me something sexier.

My mom wants to see my
picture in the paper.

I know a ring of t-girls
out on Santa Monica

be rolling their johns-.

Johns got it coming.
Nice try, Primo.

I'm sorry, we can't do business.

Hold on. Ho... Hold on.

What if I told you

the Horde's pulling
a job tonight?

The Horde is in town?

[GRUNTS] Oh, God.

Ronnie, make sure his
feet aren't in there.

Shit. All right, I got it.
Oh, Shit.

[GRUNTS]

They're not here.

They must've taken them as trophies.
Let's go.

Let's get him in the
couch, quick.

One, two, three.

I got it.

One, two, three.

Okay, you ready? Yeah.

[COUGHS]

SHANE: Goddamn it.

Primo gave it up.

The Horde's going after the I.A.
Motor Club on Treadwell.

Holiday weekend.
Probably flush with cash.

Make sure the place is empty.
I'm on it.

The Horde's involved?
They can get pretty violent, right?

ACEVEDA: I'm seeing
if SWAT's available.

Why don't you pull in
the Strike Team too.

Aren't they working
O'Brien with you?

Haven't been able to turn
up this bookie either.

I'm working my own
lead, they're all yours.

Heads up, heads up.

[ALL GRUNT] [PHONE RINGS]

Okay, hold it. Hold it.

Yeah.

When?

Okay,
we'll be there in 10 minutes-.

What? That robbery's going down.

Aceveda wants us
at the takedown.

What, now? Yeah.

Okay.

Park the van in
front of your place.

People are used to seeing it,
they know it belongs to a cop.

No one will screw with it.
Yeah, okay.

Okay, we'll grab the...
The gear,

pick you up at your place
on the way to the takedown.

We'll drop the body off late
tonight when things quiet down.

Let's go. Okay.
All right, let's do it.

That was quick.

Yeah. Mr. Bling-Bling
was very cooperative

when we discovered only two
bottles that weren't stolen.

When I'm right, I'm all right.

Told him we wouldn't
look into his supply room

if he gave up the
name of the guy

who sold him the Scotch.

We'll pick him up.

VIC: Four inside.

Driver's still in the van.

Hold until they come out.

OFFICER [ON
WALKIE-TALKIE]: Roger that.

No idea that they're about to
go to jail for a long time.

Think it's our turn someday?
You think we'll see it coming?

It's time we turned our cash
over to the real-estate guy.

You know,
stop worrying about it.

Yeah.

I'll get it in motion.

They're coming out.
Everybody move.

Agh!

Welcome to Hollywood, asshole.

Lay down, lie down, lie down.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Get your weapons down!
Get on your knees right now!

Put your weapons on the ground,
put your hands on your head!

OFFICER: Drop it!
VIC: Hands on your head!

Down on your knees!

LEM: Down on your knees!
RONNIE: Get on your knees!

Hands on your head!

You, drop the gun!

You, goddamn it,
put your hands up!

LEM: Drop it.

VIC: Get down, right now!

They'll assume
Spookstreet gave them up.

The AGC operation
wasn't compromised,

keeps a dozen big cases viable.

Excellent work.

I'm just part of the team.

We're heading out.

Thanks for the help.

Would have liked that social
worker, but...

We'll stay on her.
Make sure she's out of business.

You have my word.

Not a bad bust.

Not bad at all.

Like riding a bicycle, huh?

Little stiff,
but at least I didn't fall off.

No, of course you didn't.

[DOOR BUZZES] See you.

This isn'tjust Margos calling the shots.
He's in town.

He's got a thing for feet,
and he's taking them off himself.

ACEVEDA: They get O'Brien?
Luck of the Irish.

He slipped away again.

The Armenian Might's
out of control.

I don't know who amped
up these psychos,

but killing Diagur, this guy?

They ain't stopping till
they get their money back.

You think you can do something?

I make them, this Margos creep,

my number-one priority.

You give me the word
to hit back hard,

I'll unravel them foot by foot.

I'll get Phillips
to sign off on it.

You know how hard
those people worked

to build that restaurant
that you crashed into?

You need to loosen up.

[DOOR BUZZES]

DANNY: Pretty soon we're
gonna have to deputize you.

So, uh, tell the truth, blue.

You had fun clubbing with
me, didn't you?

That was business.

Okay,
better than getting shot at.

Okay, so, what do you say next time
we, uh... We do it for real?

[JULIEN CLEARS THROAT]

All right.
Uh, I see where it is.

You have my number if
you change your mind.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

We might fool
Dutch and the feds,

but the Armenians
know the truth.

[TIT]