Original subtitles

VIC: Previously on The Shield.

Shane needed someone to kill you, 'cause he was waiting to kill me.

SHANE: Claudette knows we're gonna be gunning after him.

We just rolled Vic and a bag of dirty money into a bus.

VIC: Code red. There's a package. You know what to do.

This is for you.

Ronnie is his goddamned errand boy.

What if Vic figured out that I was working with you?

Let's get this money out of here, okay? Keep it.

(GUN FIRES) Argh!

(YELLS) My shoulder!

(WAILING)

It's like a knife in my chest.

Just take me home.

Shane is broke, with an injured, pregnant wife.

He just killed her last shot at getting out of this.

My wife is not going to jail.

We've got to get ICE to start cutting us deals now.

Not without a big cartel takedown.

The goal is getting Beltran to trust you to the point

where you have access to the cartel's inner workings.

I've arranged a meet‐and‐greet with you and the black board of directors.

I don't meet and greet.

VIC: I'd be happy to negotiate terms.

This ain't no proposal. It's a yank‐and‐grab.

Buy‐in is 200 large.

OLIVIA: But I couldn't get Washington to sign off on Ronnie this fast.

VIC: Well, I don't want half a deal.

When you can offer the same thing at the same time to Ronnie, then you call me.

Are you gonna arrest Vic?

You need to end this now.

What did Mara say?

That she and Shane are coming for the money.

VIC: I'll meet with you to pick up the cash.

The cops are there, Corrine. They're watching you.

We don't have Vic on tape, we got nothing.

CORRINE: How do I explain all this money?

OFFICER: Corrine Mackey, you're under arrest.

Okay, we gotta go through the motions. Vic may be watching.

Give me that deal, and you give my ex‐wife a pass on this one aiding and abetting,

and I'll give you Beltran and the whole goddamned cartel.

I can't do anything for Ronnie yet.

I can wait until after the bust.

Our strike team list committing criminal acts on a regular basis.

CLAUDETTE: What kind of deal did you give him?

Full immunity on everything he confesses to.

I shot and killed Detective Terry Crowley.

He gave up Ronnie, and we're gonna catch Shane.

But Vic! You're fired, you sanctimonious son of a bitch!

This isn't you.

Anything less than the biggest drug bust this agency's ever seen will violate your deal.

Don't worry. I'll give you Beltran and his entire organization.

You've implicated Gardocki in enough shit to put him away for the rest of his life.

I need him to take down Beltran.

I'll string him along until we're done.

( LOS ANGELES BY X PLAYING)

♪ Los Angeles

♪ All her toys wore out In black

♪ And her boys had too

♪ She started to hate Every nigger and Jew

♪ Every Mexican that gave her A lot of shit

♪ Every homosexual And the idle rich

♪ Idle rich

♪ She had to get out

♪ Get out

♪ Get out

♪ Get out

♪ Get out

♪ Get out

♪ She gets confused

♪ Flying over the dateline

♪ Her hands turn red

♪ 'Cause the days change At night

♪ Change in‐‐ ♪

How'd the drop‐off with Shane go?

It didn't. Cops were set up all over Corrine.

Must have tapped her phone.

They arrested her?

She posted bail an hour ago.

Oh, Christ.

I reached out to Olivia again, gave her the hard sell.

And?

She agreed to put something on paper for both of us.

Clear Corrine of this too.

Effective as soon as the Beltran bust goes down.

Full immunity for us?

Holy shit.

That's great news.

Hey, let's go feed Beltran the bait.

BELTRAN: Why is my presence necessary?

These guys want some face time

with their new business partner on their first transaction.

They're ponying up a shitload of cash.

This isn't Mexico City. You gotta earn trust up here.

Trust is all the drugs I'm putting in black hands.

It's a respect thing. I'll make it quick and painless.

It better be. Otherwise, I'll promise you the opposite. When?

Noon tomorrow.

We're gonna do this in broad daylight?

I told you, Air Force One is landing at LAX in the afternoon.

Eighty per cent of the cops in this city

will be deployed on the west side.

It's wide open.

Vic cut a deal with the feds. Full immunity for you.

I don't need immunity.

Yeah, Vic doesn't know that.

He also got full immunity for himself.

What?

He can't be charged with anything, Corinne.

And he confessed to some heinous shit.

You don't even wanna hear.

But he can't be charged for any of it?

He leveraged the bust they needed him on into a deal.

They had no idea the nightmare they were getting themselves into.

He's free.

Of everything.

We're arresting Ronnie in the barn tomorrow after Vic's bust. Okay?

Vic has his whole life to figure out what I did to him.

What is going to happen to me when he realizes it?

We have an idea.

You have an idea? I have children. What am I gonna do?

(MARA GROANING)

SHANE: Okay, buddy, we're home.

(DOOR OPENS)

Here we go.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

I'm gonna play with that big dump truck.

Okay. Is that a dump truck?

It's in your room, honey. Go in your room, okay? Go ahead.

Come on.

(SHANE EXHALES)

JACKSON: Mommy?

Shane?

What? What, baby?

What's gonna happen to him?

When they catch us?

Nothing.

Nothing, because they're not.

Come on.

I... We're just resting here.

All right, now. I am, uh, gonna get you to feeling better,

and, uh, um...

Tomorrow morning, when the prez hits town,

and all the unis are rolling west side,

we're gonna hit the road.

Once and for all.

I can't take a car trip, Shane.

Sure you can.

My mother won't take Jackson in.

Not that I want that bitch anywhere near him.

There's no one in your family. (SIGHS)

They're gonna put him in foster care, aren't they?

No.

Don't lie to me, Shane.

(SNIFFLES)

They're gonna put him in foster care.

Oh, God.

(GROANS)

What, baby?

What's wrong? Here.

JACKSON: Mommy!

(GROANS)

I'll be right there, baby.

What's he gonna think of us when he finds out?

When they tell him who his real parents are?

I'm not gonna... What's he gonna think?

I'm not gonna let any of that happen.

You gotta get these disaster fantasies out of your head.

And our daughter?

No.

I'll give birth to her in a prison,

and they'll take her away from me.

They're gonna rip her away from me, aren't they?

Baby, she's always gonna be ours.

(SNIFFLES)

Let... Let's name her.

Okay? Before anybody else can, let's...

Let's give her a name. Okay.

Okay, what do you wanna name her?

Frances.

Frances? Yeah.

Frances what?

Frances Abigail.

(CHUCKLES)

Whenever she does something cute,

we can call her Franny Abby.

(CHUCKLES)

(CRYING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Morning, Captain.

Good morning. We've got business to do.

DANNY: We sure do. I left some papers on your desk to sign.

What are you doing here?

Seems like I'm in the right spot.

I heard the doctor tell you last night, "No stress, stay home."

Didn't I fire you?

It didn't take.

Immunity for Mackey.

I've gotta do something about something.

That ship has sailed.

You need to take care of yourself now.

Ah, my doctor's prescribed some new meds.

They seem to be working, and I still got business.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm on the clock, so make it quick.

We need you to put Corrine Mackey and her kids in federal witness protection.

And why would I do that?

Because she's been helping us

make a case against Vic.

Then you set her up somewhere, on your nickel.

Vic's local reach is too dangerous.

And we can't control him, since you've given him immunity

for every depraved act he ever committed.

Exactly. So why would I do him this one last favor?

CLAUDETTE: Because it's a favor for me, not him.

Because Corrine and her kids need protection

in case he finds out that she helped us.

And he's your monster now,

and you wanna hurt him, and this is a way to do that.

Hey. Hey, kids.

CASSIDY: Hey, Dad.

Listen, I'm sorry about the arrest.

Well, I'm out now.

Did they treat you all right?

I just wanna forget about it.

Well, good news, then.

I took care of it. It's all over.

How?

I gave the feds something that they want.

You've been cleared of any wrongdoing in return.

Are you gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah, I'm... I'm gonna be good.

I just wanted to check in with you and the kids,

and I just wanted to kiss

the most beautiful children ever.

Hey. Hey, buddy.

Hi, beautiful.

Hey, you want me to drop you off at soccer on my way?

I'm not going to soc... Vic, we have a routine, so please, let us stick to it.

Okay, I'm just... I'm just offering.

Okay.

I love you guys. Love you.

Hey, score a goal for me, okay?

I'll see you. Yeah, okay.

MATTHEW: Bye, Dad.

CASSIDY: I thought you said I wasn't going to soccer today.

CORRINE: That's right.

What's going on?

Hey, Steve.

Holy shit. Let's just have a civil conversation

so I don't have to pull out my gun, okay?

Sounds good. Because I'll do it, and you know that, right?

They're saying some pretty awful things about you, Shane.

Well, I did some pretty awful shit, Steve.

I need you to deliver a message to Claudette for me.

That woman that Mara shot,

it was in self‐defense.

Yeah, well, that woman died.

They were trying to kick the shit out of me.

Okay? Mara was defending me.

Those guys are saying you tried to roll them.

I'm just trying to be truthful with you. Sorry, okay?

I don't give a shit what they said, Steve. Okay?

Mara's not a criminal.

If you were committing a crime,

Mara can't claim self‐defense.

Look, I'm not asking for your legal opinion, Steve.

Just deliver the message.

Mara was acting in self‐defense.

And she hasn't wanted to do any of this shit.

She only did it because

she didn't have a choice. She was scared of me.

She was scared for her life, and she did what I made her do.

Okay. Okay.

Uh, this is a lawyer.

You tell Claudette, if she wants me to turn myself in today,

I'll testify to everything that she needs

to put Vic and Ronnie in prison forever and a day.

All she has to do is call that guy,

and guarantee that Mara does not do any time.

Now, I'll check in with him in four hours.

And as soon as I get the word that Mara is clear of any and all charges,

I'll walk into the Barn myself.

How'd he seem?

Calmer than I'd be,

but worried. He just wants to protect Mara.

Thanks for bringing this to us right away.

Of course.

Ow.

You okay?

Shane doesn't know Vic beat him to a deal.

Yeah, he's got nothing valuable to give us.

At least, not to trade for kicking down his wife's murder charge.

So how do we get him to come in anyway?

Brown man running behind schedule?

VIC: (ON RADIO) Is that all the cash?

You let me worry about my business.

All this muscle, the Mexicans are gonna think you lack trust.

All that money, Mexicans will understand the caution.

Let's just keep it friendly.

VIC: Ah. Right on schedule.

Target's on the premises.

Hey! Where's Beltran?

MAN: Jefe is a busy man.

He considers this a simple transaction.

We gave Jefe 200 G's of good faith.

We're expecting him to respect his new business associates.

You only gave him 100 grand.

And if I were you, I would keep your expectations low.

You ain't even straight on how much money we dropped.

My expectations can't get any lower.

This is supposed to be a partnership meeting, not a street‐level drug deal.

Here's what your 100 G's bought you.

If we like what you do with it, there will be more.

You promised us product, not sample!

I brokered this goddamn deal. I set the terms.

I expect your boss to live up to them.

These people need to prove themselves as businessmen first.

Ain't that some spic bulllshit. MAN: What he just say?

(ALL SHOUTING)

Let's go. Run out of here, now! Go!

Let's not walk away empty‐handed.

All units, move in now.

VIC: Right now, get out of here.

(SIREN WAILING) (TIRES SQUEALING)

OFFICER: Federal agents!

What the hell is this?

(ALL SHOUTING)

OFFICER 1: Right there!

OFFICER 2: Get your hands up!

MARA: Shane!

JACKSON: Daddy. What's your need, sweet thing?

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Uh, okay.

I can't get up.

Is it that bad? Mmm‐hmm.

I need another pill, honey.

Well, you took the last pill.

But I know where to get a bunch more.

Let me get him out of the tub,

and I'll go score them for you, okay?

Wait, no, I...

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Okay.

All right, well, let me help you up.

Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna put my hand

back under here, okay?

Argh!

(GROANING)

Okay.

I can't hold it. The baby's...

Come on.

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Some just came out. It's okay.

I just pissed myself, Shane. It's not okay.

It's okay. We're almost there.

SHANE: Okay. Let me, uh... Let me get your pants. Okay?

Hold on. Uh‐huh.

Okay, all right. Here, we're gonna sit down.

I got you.

(GROANS)

Oh.

Hi, Mommy.

Hey, Jackson.

Ah.

(MARA SIGHS)

You know, it's my fault, Mara.

Hmm?

Everything.

You were so

innocent.

You were so innocent and so

wonderful.

And I ruined it.

No.

I took you for granted.

This whole time, I, uh...

I just needed to be more like you.

And I'm so sorry.

Baby.

All we ever wanted was to be with you.

That's all we ever needed.

Yeah.

(BABBLING)

(SIGHS)

(GROANING)

Okay. I got it.

All right, come here. Yeah.

(SNIFFLES)

MAN: All right, let's go, let's go.

Hey, get this shit off me.

(GRUNTS)

You blew the whole deal.

We wanted Beltran, not his goddamn chauffeur.

Right now, the only thing I want

is to be finished with you.

You got your immunity.

What do you care if I get what I want?

You're willing to shit on a headline bust

just because you're pissed off at me?

I am not pissed at you. I am pissed at me.

I could still spin this

so the black board of directors takes the hit for this pinch.

Keeps me in play with Beltran.

You are to stand down.

You are either a lying hustler or ineffective.

In any case, your involvement with Beltran is done.

ICE isn't gonna renege on our deal?

Can't do it. It's ironclad.

We'll go after Beltran and the missing powder.

She screwed this up. This is her problem.

I made a deal.

To bring in Beltran and the drugs for immunity.

I'm gonna hold my end of it up.

Well, I'm part of that deal too.

We started this together. Let's finish it together.

DANNY: Detectives?

This young man needs to file a report about his mother.

My mom's missing.

Since when?

Since last night. She's gone, and I need you to find her.

He killed her. Rita's dead.

We don't know that. I wouldn't back off my hunch. I had to get close to the mom,

and the little prick killed her!

Stop!

Tell me what's going on. It's my fault.

Lloyd was the shooter in that 2‐11,

when you and Tina were out on street duty.

BILLINGS: The more we talked to the kid,

the more smash‐and‐grab smelled like bullshit.

My take was Lloyd lured the kid to his house, set it up.

Steve saw it, along with the FBI profiler,

that Lloyd was a wrong number.

I thought the Dutch boy might have been onto something, maybe.

Lloyd's a budding serial killer and the mom's victim number two.

CLAUDETTE: He's a kid. By my lights,

he looks like he's worried sick about his mom.

That's what he learned from murder number one.

Pretend like you give a shit. He's stepping up his game.

You really think he has it in him to murder his own mother?

That's what he did.

We need to find Mom.

You know that's what I want too.

I like your mom, a lot.

But the best way you can help us

is to tell me everything you remember,

try to retrace her steps.

DUTCH: (ON TV) When did you see her last?

LLOYD: Last night. Late.

What time?

It was about 3:00 a. m.

She was in the living room, crying. It woke me up.

She said that she was upset about a fight that you guys had.

She said that she was going out

and that I should go back to bed.

And then she took her car, and she never came back.

Any idea where she might have gone to that late?

Your house.

She said that she was going to see you.

DUTCH: I did see Rita yesterday,

but it wasn't in the middle of the night.

Steve, give us a minute.

I went to see if she was okay.

I got a bunch of hang‐ups from Rita's cell.

I was worried about her. Ask Danny. Steve!

Dutch, you've gotta tell me all of it!

After I hit a wall in the Lloyd investigation,

I kept in touch with Rita. Figured staying in touch, I'd keep an eye on Lloyd,

prevent him from hurting anyone else.

Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid.

No! No.

She kissed me once, but I... I stopped it there.

The point is, when Lloyd found out, he was pissed.

Enough that Rita was scared. When I talked to her yesterday,

she didn't know anything about those phone calls.

Lloyd made those calls to get me to come over.

He killed her and... And he made you a suspect.

You haven't congratulated me yet.

Congratulations.

Do you even know for what?

I graduated the academy a year ago.

Oh. Congratulations.

That's right. Means I'm not a rookie anymore.

Guess not.

TINA: Maybe someone will get me a cake.

JULIEN: What?

Sometimes other unis get you a cake

when you hit your one‐year mark.

Ah, it's not important.

HUGGINS: (OVER MEGAPHONE) If you want more thugs selling drugs...

CROWD: No!

HUGGINS: Or more hos on the stroll along streets with potholes,

you do not want Robert Huggins as your next mayor,

because I can't do anything for you.

But if you want your parks clean and green,

your schools with more books and less crooks,

then vote for me, and I'll set you free.

(CROWD CHEERING)

HUGGINS: Hey, give it up for the man of God.

What did I say was gonna happen if we had to respond

to one more noise complaint at this address?

(CROWD BOOING) Keep it down!

Democracy ain't a quiet thing.

Hey! Turn that off!

Turn it off now!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Let me talk. TINA: Quiet!

Quiet!

I'm not talking about changing the old ways. No, no.

Changing? That's nothing.

I'm talking about destroying the old ways.

(CROWD CHEERING)

A political earthquake

where the old paradigm is eradicated and we... We...

CROWD: We! We!

We start to build the new from the nothing.

JULIEN: You're preaching to the converted.

Right now, I just need for you to shut this down

and clear the street.

(CROWD SHOUTING) JULIEN: That's it.

Step into the truth‐brary, Officer.

It's right there in black and white.

It's right there. You just need to see.

You're under arrest for failure to disperse,

unlawful assembly.

Turn around, put your hands behind your back.

Do you want a resisting charge too?

(CROWD BOOING AND SHOUTING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(SIGHS)

MAN (ON PHONE): William Altamore.

Yeah, it's, uh... It's Shane Vendrell.

Did they call?

Yes, I spoke to Captain Wyms.

What did she say about Mara?

You turn yourself in today, she'll discuss reduced charges for your wife.

Reduced charges? Like manslaughter?

I said no goddamn charges.

I tried. She wouldn't go there.

There's no deal there at the moment.

I... I don't know what to tell you. Maybe you should think about...

Yeah, okay, okay, thanks. Thanks.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Mackey.

SHANE: How you enjoying your freedom?

Breathing deep. Breathing easy. Yeah, not for long.

You're about to get on your horse and ride to our rescue.

VIC: Oh, let me check my schedule, there, Shane.

Oh, sorry, I'm booked through next weekend.

Do you think I'm joking, shithead?

I'm in a jam, which means we're both in a jam.

Not anymore. I cut those strings, baby.

You and Annie Oakley are officially on your own.

Bullshit. Well, if it were bullshit,

I'd be pulling your ass out

of yet another Vendrell bear trap.

You chew your own goddamn leg off from now on.

I don't think you're listening. I need something from you.

VIC: And you're not listening to me, Shane.

Ronnie and I work for ICE Now.

Yeah, I cut the deal last night.

Full immunity for everything all of us ever did.

I even used your little black book with all our dirty deeds as a guide.

You forgot a few things. You know that?

Bullshit.

VIC: Afraid not. Trouble with you,

you're always trying to be as smart as me.

Now I'm walking away clean,

and you're the pathetic asshole headed for Antwon Mitchell‐ville.

You know, you always thought

you were twice the family man I was. Right?

The great dad, a loving, misunderstood husband, right?

Your family loves you so much, Vic,

why'd they turn on you, huh?

Corrine's working with the cops, buddy.

She answered one of our calls

and handed the phone over to Claudette,

who tried to get us to come in, with you as the big catch.

You know that? The mother of your children

has been playing you.

She would rather see you go to prison

than to hug one of your own kids again.

Whatever happens to me and Mara,

at least we'll be together for it.

Who you got, Vic?

Tell me! Who you got?

When you and queen bitch

are serving your mandatory life sentences apart,

I'm gonna check in on Jackson and this other kid

once a year on their birthdays.

I'm gonna tell them some good old stories about ma and pa,

muss their hair,

take them out for an ice cream.

You don't even get to look at my kids!

Ever! Do you understand that?

Yeah, well, I'll send you a postcard from Space Mountain.

(SOBBING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

You don't report until tomorrow morning.

Where are my kids? You shipped mine off without talking to me.

When the Beltran bust went sideways,

we wanted them out of harm's way.

Good.

When can I see them?

Corrine requested protection from you, as well.

Corrine's been working with cops?

Apparently, she's a better judge of character than I am.

Beltran's still out there. It's my job to take him down.

You are off Beltran.

If I bring him and the drugs in,

at least let me talk to Corrine so I can see my kids.

I didn't...

I didn't get to say goodbye to my children.

You said goodbye to them the moment you shot another cop in the face.

Be here 9:00 a.m. sharp tomorrow.

We're gonna find your mother sooner or later.

Well, that's why I came to you people.

No, Lloyd, you came here to implicate me in her disappearance

because I know what you are. Hey, my mom is missing, and you're hassling me?

When you discovered that your mom had feelings for me,

it scared you, made you mad,

because you knew I'd be around more,

and, eventually, I'd expose you.

You are obsessed with trying to hurt me!

But my mom wouldn't let you.

If anything happens to her,

then you're the one who's held responsible.

Detective, I need to speak with you.

CLAUDETTE: You are not to talk to that boy again.

What? Why?

Unis found this in a trash container outside your house.

Burned remnants of women's clothing.

Someone set my trash can on fire last night.

Neighbors saw you milling around.

I went outside to put it out.

Lloyd killed his mom, put her clothes in my trash can,

and set it on fire.

You can't think that I had anything to...

Of course not, but I've gotta protect the integrity of this investigation.

You're not to go back in that room with Lloyd again.

I'm the one who can break him.

No, Steve's taking lead on this. I'm sorry.

(CHUCKLES)

HUGGINS: It's time for a new paradigm.

Vote for me, and I'll make sure that happen for you.

Those of you non‐felonious folk who still can vote.

All right, Mr. Huggins, you're free to go.

Your homie just posted bail.

HUGGINS: All right, now.

TINA: Come on.

Let's go.

Okay.

Vote for me and I will set you free.

Robert Huggins, remember that. Robert Huggins.

Mr. Huggins, I need your signature right here, please.

I'd like to make a formal request for police protection

as is accorded to all mayoral candidates,

such as David Aceveda,

and them other clowns that don't even matter.

TINA: Protection for what?

Threats have been made against my person.

Yeah, what kind of threats?

All kinds.

I mean, among them, cutting me from my ass to my appetite.

Not my words, but that's what they said.

TINA: Do you know who?

Anybody who's afraid of the new paradigm.

Hmm.

See, I threaten the criminal/police codependency

that drives the prison‐industrial complex.

Hmm, do you, now?

Yes, little lady, I do.

I can have one of the detectives take a report,

but, other than that, I'm...

Don't worry about it. You know what?

I got something for you.

I'm counting on your vote.

Sure.

WOMAN: Excuse me, I'm looking for detective Holland Wagenbach.

Uh, you found him.

Ellen Carmichael, Steve Billings' attorney.

The bitch dyke?

I'm sorry? Uh, nothing.

Steve just described you differently.

Uh, my head's in a case. What can I do for you?

Well, Detective Billings gave me your statement

regarding his injury, and, frankly, it isn't very helpful.

You're just now realizing you're hip‐deep in a hummer lawsuit?

Steve said you were smart.

Flattery isn't gonna change my perspective on this,

and, uh, even though it's true,

we both know Steve didn't say that.

Could we talk specifics?

Uh, now's not a good time.

Honestly, I only need a few minutes.

If you can hang tight, I'll try to fit you in.

Hey, it's, uh, Steve's dime, right?

Thank you, hon. Excuse me, do you have...

Do you have any roses? I'm looking for a red one, if you've got it.

That's all we got.

All right, um,

I'll take some pens.

You old enough to be working here, darlin'?

I'm 16. Yeah? You look 14.

Well, dirty old man, I've got the brain of a 20‐year‐old.

What you studying?

AP Chem.

Ah, good.

Uh, you're gonna be a college girl, huh?

Good for you.

Don't let the wrong guy get his hooks into you there.

Seventeen twenty‐nine.

That's way too much.

Yeah, well, if you ever get your nose out of a book,

you have yourself some fun.

Go to your apartment, ma'am.

Hit it.

(WOMAN GASPS)

Drop that sheet! Drop it!

Where's Beltran?

Who? Ow, man.

The Byz Lats were running errands for Pezuela.

Rest in peace. So don't you tell me

that you didn't pay your respects to the big boss man.

Okay, I won't tell you.

(GRUNTING) (SHRIEKS) No!

He didn't deliver his big drug shipment to the blacks,

so that means you and your crew are doing it for him.

Where is he?

Oh! WOMAN: You'll kill him.

Hope your pet had his shots.

Stop it! You're gonna kill him! Stop it!

That's one way to go.

Where's Beltran?

Santi met some Mexi big shot last week

and made me wait in the car.

VIC: Where?

Old Kaplan warehouse off Figueroa.

You want him to live, you better start sucking face.

VIC: Grab it.

Get a couple of unis down here,

pop this asshole for dealing Kush.

Don't let him near a phone.

I got a 20 on Beltran and the drugs.

You think you can get over your disgust for me long enough

to take down the cartel?

I am not stupid enough to chase after another one of your shadows,

whatever your agenda is.

VIC: I told you I'm gonna deliver this guy.

That's what I'm doing. You want in on the bust, fine.

If not, I got three other fed agencies on my speed dial.

Do your thing.

Beltran's grunts are giving him up to us as we speak.

Be on time tomorrow morning.

ACEVEDA: So as your mayor,

I will make this neighborhood safer,

because I will add more police officers to our streets.

Thank you.

(CROWD APPLAUDING)

Robert Huggins, man of God,

and mayoral candidate for the New Paradigm Party.

Vote for me, and I will set you free

'cause it's time for a new paradigm, people.

Uh, sir, do you... Do you have a question?

Don't you think putting more police on the street

will only make a bad situation a worse situation?

No, I don't.

HUGGINS: The negativity of activity

of a police uniformed army

using intimidation, deadly force,

and whirly‐copters

only gives the criminally inclined

the permission to do what it is they do.

We have to disagree on that.

But I will say this.

That law enforcement can only do its job in partnership

with each and every one of you.

We have to work together.

Robert Huggins, New Paradigm Party.

Vote for me, and I'll set you free.

He's speaking of a partnership,

yet, when asked to be included in tonight's town meeting,

I was included out.

Seems to me you're doing a pretty good job

of getting your two cents heard anyway.

(CROWD MURMURING)

BILLINGS: Kid's a brick wall.

Every time I drill in on him, he does an end run,

back to Dutch, who he seems to have

a very keen understanding of, by the way.

Do we think there's a chance the mother's still alive?

She could have gone away for a spa weekend somewhere for all we know.

DUTCH: Rita's dead,

and I'm the reason why.

Just give me one more shot at him.

CLAUDETTE: With the allegations and the forensic evidence,

any halfwit lawyer could get this confession thrown out and you know it.

Then tell me how we're gonna get this kid.

How many people do I have to talk to

before you find my mother?

I'm Captain Wyms.

All the detectives here are under my command,

including Detective Wagenbach,

who you are saying is responsible

for your mother's disappearance?

(SIGHS) I wanna thank you for coming forward.

Wagenbach has a history of getting personally involved with cases.

So I'm taking what you're saying very seriously.

Do you have any idea what he did to her?

Some of your mother's clothes

were found in a trash can outside his house.

They matched the clothing she was wearing the last time you saw her.

Did he kill her?

There's no murder without a body.

I want you to tell me about the relationship

between your mother and Wagenbach.

That's a great question. First of all,

we need to keep gang members in the classroom

so that they can get an education.

And then we need to provide economic opportunities,

jobs, training, mentor programs.

Let's try this. Y'all can try this at home.

You got quarters in your pocket?

Mr. Huggins...

If you wanna hear what the world sounds like to Mr. Ass‐is‐veda...

(CROWD LAUGHS)

No, don't laugh, don't laugh.

It's not funny.

If you wanna hear what the world sounds like

to Mr. Ass‐is‐veda, it's the sound of money.

(CROWD MURMURING)

HUGGINS: It makes you deaf.

MAN: Amen.

ACEVEDA: That's Aceveda.

And I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I can't hear you.

(CROWD LAUGHS AND APPLAUDS)

See, the prison‐industrial complex

needs us to be gangbangers and dope dealers,

or it will go broke.

(CROWD MURMURING)

You know that.

Officers, can you, uh, escort this gentleman out?

I'm going, I'm going. I'm all right.

But, see, what Mr...

What Mr. Brown Bossman and them don't tell you is,

they're selling our incarcerated brothers

to out‐of‐state prisons for a profit.

See, they don't tell you that.

Sound like slavery. Don't it? Take it easy.

Sound like slavery to you? Take it easy.

Sounds like slavery to me.

Vote for me, and I will set you free!

Zip it, Mr. Huggins. Zip it now.

Singers, sing my song, sing my song, sing my song.

SINGERS: ♪ Oh, let the old ways end

♪ So I said

Steve's under the impression that you were doing him a solid

by writing this statement.

(LAUGHS) He asked me for a favor, I obliged him with the truth.

Well, as I read it, it seems pretty clear you think he was faking his injury.

Show me where it says that.

All you have to do is read between the lines.

Listen, I'm very close to making this city's countersuit against my guy go away.

But if I turn this over to the other side,

which I'm obligated to do under the rules of discovery,

they're gonna drag us into court.

And this is my problem how?

It's not. But a jury trial is nasty and expensive.

Steve could lose his job, his pension.

He could burn through his savings.

Now, is that what you really wanna see happen?

Basically, Steve's not a bad guy,

but there is no way I'm gonna let him fleece the city

over a bump on the noggin.

I can get him to drop his claim.

But if the city attorney sees this turd in sheep's clothing,

they're gonna go after my guy full speed ahead,

and that's gonna be on you.

This was more of a rough draft.

What's the minimum I'd have to say

to keep Steve getting a paycheck?

Hey, Kim. Hi.

MARA: "...through the forest on his horse,

"galloping full speed to save the princess."

(MARA COUGHS)

MARA: "Far off in the distance,

"he saw the dark tower rising through the mist."

JACKSON: Mommy, are you okay?

MARA: I'm fine, baby. Just listen.

"As the knight got closer,

"he saw the tower was even taller than he thought.

"It stood like a black fist,

"punching through the clouds and disappearing into the sky."

(MARA SNIFFLES AND SIGHS)

MARA: "He could hear faint sounds of the princess crying."

JACKSON: Why was she crying?

MARA: She was scared.

JACKSON: Of what?

MARA: Scared that she would be trapped there forever.

JACKSON: Do you think I'm gonna marry a princess?

MARA: You have to listen, honey.

Family meeting.

Captain, one of Shane's neighbors has called 911.

Said she saw him. Where?

Walking into his apartment. Claims he's there inside now.

ACEVEDA: Mackey? Why are you calling me?

I thought Olivia was your new go‐to girl.

She burned me again, second time today.

I guess it didn't take ICE too long

to figure out that they have a reptile on the payroll.

Hey, hey, what was that moist little speech you made

about us respecting each other's end games?

We both want Beltran's people out of business.

I've got the place, and the time is right now.

Then do it yourself.

I thought you'd wanna be there for the press conference, reach out to your voters.

(CROWD CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

What do you expect me to do?

Go over Olivia's head to Chaffee,

tell him to move on the intel I gave them,

or lax federal drug enforcement will be the topic

of your next press conference.

Where are we?

TINA: Up there. CLAUDETTE: Any sign?

JULIEN: We've stayed clear.

No movement in the window. No sound coming out of there.

Do you wanna call in SWAT?

If the wife and kids are in there,

it's automatically a hostage situation.

He doesn't know we're here. We go in?

He had a chance to shoot me, and he didn't.

I think he's gonna go down easy.

We should vest up anyway.

(GUN FIRES)

TINA: Captain.

Captain.

(RONNIE SIGHS) VIC: ICE isn't coming.

Aceveda's been all over Chaffee by now.

No way he will miss out on his moment in the sun.

Beltran and his guys could take off anytime.

And once they're on the road...

VIC: No way of knowing who else is inside.

Without backup,

that's some real cowboy shit, man.

Yee‐haw.

(LATIN MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

(MEN CHATTERING IN DISTANCE)

(WHISPERING) Looks like one to two guys.

(WHISPERING) Shit.

All right, we're gonna have to split up.

You're gonna have to distract them. I'm gonna take Beltran.

I'm that way.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LOUD CRUNCHING)

(GRUNTS)

RONNIE: You! Hands up!

(GROANING)

(SHOUTS IN SPANISH)

(BELTRAN GROANING)

RONNIE: Vic!

Any closer, and his head's a pinata.

VIC: Ronnie, you good? Yeah.

Where are the drugs? What drugs?

Don't die on me yet, bitch.

Where are the drugs?

MAN: If someone has a shot, take it.

(DOOR OPENS)

Federal agents! Freeze!

Drop your weapons!

(OFFICERS SHOUTING)

OFFICER: Put your hands on your head! Put your hands on your head!

Call an ambulance.

We can't make an arrest without the narcotics. Where the hell are they?

We're really getting our money's worth with you guys.

(MEN CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

OFFICER: Agent Murray! Back here!

OFFICER 1: Look at this.

OFFICER 2: Sweet!

(OFFICERS CHEERING)

(OFFICERS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Arrest Beltran.

Let's count this out.

(LAUGHING)

OFFICER 1: What a score. What a score.

OFFICER 2: Whoo! All right.

The department has finally agreed to settle.

I knew that if I held out long enough and strong enough, the bastards would blink.

I guess congratulations are in order.

How'd you make out, Steve?

Well, a part of the deal is a confidentiality agreement.

The department can't have egg on their face.

But let's just say that I am sitting pretty.

Good for you.

Sorry if the rest of us don't feel like celebrating.

Can I have a cup? Black?

Sounds like you got some sort of payday after all.

How do you figure?

Commission on Steve's settlement, however modest.

Oh, you mean the back pay for the two days he missed when he was injured?

It's all he got. There was no confidentiality clause.

(CHUCKLES)

Did he really call me a bitch dyke?

In the nicest possible way.

He hit on me once. I took a pass. I guess he made an assumption.

Here's my card.

Call me sometime if you need anything.

Thanks. I don't think I'm gonna be suing the city any time soon.

Probably not, but at least you'll know how to find me.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Looks like someone's been working on their game.

Yeah? What game?

See? That's what I'm talking about.

ACEVEDA: That's fantastic. Well done, guys, well done.

Well, let's see. It all started when I was approached

with an offer for campaign money.

So you've been a part of the actual investigation?

I've been leading it undercover for several months, yes.

REPORTER: And you still find time to run for mayor.

ACEVEDA: Well, uh, if you want something done...

Pretty good work today.

VIC: Yeah.

You okay? 'Cause that went pretty well in there.

Ronnie. I just got off the phone with Wyms.

She needs you back at the barn.

The uni here will give you a lift.

What's up? Don't know. Sounded urgent.

All right.

I'll see you later.

Wyms needs to see you, too.

It must have been hard when Dutch came into the picture.

(SNIFFLES)

It'd been you and your mom for so long.

No, what was hard was when he started telling her lies about me

so he could have her all to himself.

Why don't you stop telling lies, Lloyd?

My mom wasn't interested in him, okay?

But he wouldn't leave her alone. I mean, he came over to the house yesterday

to see her. You can ask the neighbors.

Dutch didn't lay a finger on your mother.

He burned her clothes.

We've got a witness that clears him.

Who? Me.

I'm a character witness.

I understand that man better than anyone, and I know he didn't do this.

Well, sometimes people don't know each other as well as they think.

You mean like your mother didn't know you?

Didn't know what she'd been raising the last 16 years?

Well, I know you.

I've been doing this for 31 years.

I've interrogated liars and cheats, murderers and psychopaths.

I've even interviewed a few innocent people.

And when I listen to you,

I hear an evil, narcissistic young man

who knows his mother is dead,

and knows exactly how her life ended.

It is my responsibility to inform you that

you are now a suspect in the disappearance and possible murder

of Rita Denton.

I can't talk to you anymore because you're a minor,

and you need a lawyer present.

But we'll get one down here in the morning.

Until then, you're a guest of the County.

(DOOR OPENS)

You were in there a long time. You all right?

It's a matter of time.

Before what?

Before Lloyd breaks.

If we can just outlast him, we'll get to the truth.

He loves his mother.

No matter what he did to her. All sons do.

It's an emotional killing. But eventually everything will come spilling out.

There's nobody better at this than you. Not even me.

Where are those new meds?

Let me get them for you. Are they in here? Dutch.

(DRAWER OPENS)

Uh...

There are no new meds.

They don't work anymore. Tried them all.

And the side effects were affecting my job performance, anyway.

Well, they must be able to give you something.

They've got all kinds of new drug... I'm dying.

This is what it looks like.

(SIGHS)

It's...

(SIGHS)

It's slow, but it's moving in one direction.

Okay, let's not go there.

Well, no. Not today.

But sooner than later. This is the disease that's gonna kill me.

This is an emotional backlash to Shane. The world's just screwed up today.

All I have to do

is deal with this pain every day.

And every day that I can, I'll show up.

Until the day that I don't.

What can I do? Tell me.

You just keep doing what friends do.

It means a lot.

(SIREN WAILING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

EMT: Get the IV up.

Watch the curb.

Two gunshot wounds. One to the chest, one to the abdomen.

He's touch‐and‐go.

I'll ride with him, see if I can get a statement.

Good luck.

JULIEN: Hey, get these people back. Set up a perimeter.

Step back, sir.

EMT: One, two, three.

Robert, who did this?

HUGGINS: (GASPING) Big... Big Staxx.

Big Staxx. Acorn Park.

Why?

I organized a picket line around his rock house.

Crackheads didn't wanna cross.

Crackheads? Wow.

That's big time, Robert. That's big.

New paradigm.

New paradigm. Yeah.

(GROANS)

I got your vote?

Yeah. I got your...

Yeah, Robert. Look. See?

You see? You see that? You got my vote, Robert.

(GASPING)

(EKG FLATLINING)

EMT: He's boxing. Get the paddles.

(DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGING)

(DOOR BUZZES)

Ronnie.

(SNIFFLING) Hey.

I gotta talk to you, man.

So you heard about Shane?

No. What?

He killed himself.

What?

At his place.

Gun to his head when the cops came in.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

And, Vic...

He took Jackson and Mara with him.

I don't know.

The whole thing is just so shitty.

(RONNIE SIGHS)

At least we're clear now.

Finally clear of all the shit

that they were holding over our heads.

I never thought we would be.

We don't even need ICE's immunity now.

Ronnie... Vic, I need to ask some questions

about the Vendrell case.

Could we switch seats, please?

Excuse me?

This is my seat. That's yours.

You heard about Shane,

what he did to his pregnant wife,

to his young son.

He wrote a note.

"I guess enough painkillers can make

"even the worst kind of hurt go away.

"The thing you need to know is that Mara was innocent,

"and Jackson was innocent.

"They didn't know what they were drinking,

"and their last moments together were happy ones.

"They left the way I first found them:

"perfect and innocent.

"They were innocent, and they're in heaven now,

"and we'll always be a family.

"The guilty ones are me and Vic.

"Vic led, but I kept following.

"I don't think one's worse than the other,

"but we made each other into something worse

"than our individual selves.

"I wish I'd never met him.

"I see it all now.

"There's no apologies I can make,

"no explanations I can give.

"I was who I was,

"and I can't be that person anymore.

"I can't let myself..."

We think this is where he was when we came in,

because it stops there.

All those busts.

All those confessions you got in this room,

illegal or otherwise,

all the drugs you got off the street tonight for ICE.

You must be very proud of yourself.

This is what the hero left on his way out the door.

Dutch.

Bill me for it.

Fine. First payment's due now.

Ronnie!

Ronald Everett Gardocki, you're under arrest.

For what?

The last three years,

the Armenian money train robbery,

covering up Terry Crowley's murder.

Mackey gave the feds everything.

Already got himself full immunity.

Not you, though.

What?

You told them all of it?

Ronnie.

You made a deal for yourself

and you're sending me to prison?

Ronnie, I'm sorry. My family... I...

I thought Corrine...

You're goddamned sorry?

DUTCH: Process him. OFFICER: Take him in!

I didn't think I had a choice.

What about my goddamn choice?

Where was my goddamn choice? I was going to run!

We were gonna run together! Goddamn it!

What about the team?

What about protecting the goddamn team?

(RONNIE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

You can go now.

(RONNIE GRUNTING)

Where are my kids?

Commencement paperwork will be ready for you to sign

by the end of the day. Where's my family?

OLIVIA: As soon as they're situated in their new location,

I'll let you know they're safe.

Tapped into an old CI of mine last night.

I got some reliable intel about a Vietnamese crew

trying to make a move on the tweeny trade.

You won't be needing your CIs.

Won't be needing a weapon either.

You get it out of this building, or you put it in a lockbox.

Uh, this is my personal. I assumed you'd be issuing...

You don't get it. You're not on the street for us.

Where am I then?

These are summaries of recent gang‐related activity

in the greater Los Angeles area.

Tom?

We need you to review these, look for patterns,

and offer analysis by way of memo.

At least 10 pages, single‐spaced.

I'll need the first report by 6:00 tonight.

This is not what I signed up for.

Me either. I don't do desks!

Fine. Then you violated your agreement,

and you'll be prosecuted for everything you confessed to.

Read the terms of your immunity deal.

Mandatory drug tests once a week,

Five written reports a week.

Unfortunately, it's only for three years,

but I'm gonna see you feel every single day of it.

Let me talk to Corrine.

You can't...

I gotta see my kids.

It's suit and tie here.

Lunch hour, go home and change.

ACEVEDA: These rumors circulating that I had anything to do

with this crackpot candidate's death...

That's how it goes. You know,

in the hood, rumors take on a life of their own.

But I cannot ignore a bomb threat

to your campaign headquarters no matter how far‐fetched.

The worst part is this Huggins fellow apparently saw it coming.

He asked Tina for police protection yesterday

before he got shot.

How are you holding up?

Ah, got complaints. There's no need to share.

Wouldn't have anything to do with the man who got away?

You know, we both spent a lot of time and energy

in this room trying to put that man away.

I caught your press conference.

Congratulations. You're gonna be the mayor.

Well, there's the little matter of the election.

I'm sure that won't stop you.

This is the kitchen.

We ask people who bring in their lunches to label them

so there'll be no confusion.

The lights and air‐conditioning

will shut off automatically at 6:00 p. m.,

unless you call extension 863

and let them know that you're working late.

Under no circumstances should you adjust the thermostat.

If you want to change the temperature,

it really has to be authorized

by a maintenance supervisor.

Here we are.

If you need anything,

you can always reach me in Human Resources,

extension 912.

I'm gonna leave your key card on the desk.

Okay. Here. I'll get that for you.

Isn't particularly, um...

And inside, it's just not a whole lot better.

It's pretty basic, but, well, it's quiet,

and the schools are getting better.

The district grades out pretty well,

particularly the programs for autistic children.

There's an ice rink a couple miles away.

And guess what.

There is a museum here with an actual dinosaur.

Huh? The largest and finest

juvenile T‐rex in the world

is right here at the fabulous Burpee Museum.

Her name is Jane.

There's parks nearby. You know, shopping, mostly on...

Stop. Stop.

It's, um... It's perfect.

Have you, uh, thought about the nickname

you'd like us to call you?

Your legacy?

Detective... Without one, it's easy to be forgotten.

You ever heard the name Mack Ray Edwards?

See?

Edwards worked for the county,

helped build the Los Angeles freeways.

From 1953 to 1969,

he slaughtered children at night,

planted their bodies in the soil that he and his fellow workers

would pave over with asphalt the next day.

The city's roads were literally paved with dead bodies.

Fifty percent of the world's known serial killers

have spent at least a portion of their lives

in Southern California.

Why do you think that is?

Well, it's 'cause everyone comes to Los Angeles

to get famous.

Get ready for your close‐up, Lloyd.

(DOOR OPENS)

(OFFICERS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Out of the academy for one year.

(ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

I made it. I made it.

Good job.

Hey, 2‐11 in progress. Shots have been fired.

Come on. Broadway and Lennox.

Downtown officers need help.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(CHUCKLES)

♪ When you turned out the light

♪ And walked out the door

♪ I said to myself What did I come here for?

♪ Did you have a good time?

♪ Drinking whiskey and rhyme

♪ And did you want to be Bonnie and Clyde?

♪ What goes on in your mind?

♪ What goes on in your head?

♪ Who did you think I would be?

♪ Ha, well you got me instead

♪ You think there's some connection

♪ That I'm your female reflection, but no

♪ I can be loyal

♪ And I can be true

♪ But that's for somebody else

♪ And it will never be you

♪ You think we're predetermined

♪ But, babe you're learning way to slow

♪ But it seems such a long time ago

♪ Go fish, man ♪

(INAUDIBLE)

♪ Oh, he can see things

♪ You'll never know how to see

♪ He's three times the man

♪ You'll never know how to be

♪ I'll do anything he wants

♪ And I'll go anywhere he wants me to go

♪ And if that isn't love

♪ Then I guess I'll just never know ♪

(GUNS FIRING)

♪ Seems such a long time ago ♪