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NARRATOR: Previously on The Shield…

VIC: On the ground!

SHANE: Grenades.

We gotta go get Lem.

VIC: If he doesn't show, assume he made the deal.

They're gonna make you give us up.

Shane?

-DUTCH: Grenades. -The El Salvadorans.

Their leader's missing. Name is Guardo. Start there.

VIC: We'll find out who did this and we'll kill them.

NYDIA: Why am I trusting you?

VIC: If you care about Guardo,

you'll play it my way.

Let Nydia go.

She's how we're gonna get to Guardo.

SHANE: Maybe he didn't do it.

VIC: If it wasn't Guardo, who else was it?

Look at him, man.

[GUNSHOT]

VIC: We know about you and Shane.

He's in the hospital.

Stepdad know you spread your legs for Shane?

Her old man got the drop on me.

Some black bitch called on your phone.

Is that who you're banging while I got morning sickness? Get out.

What do you know about a guy named Hernan?

He's a fed undercover in the Salvadoran organization.

-Who are you? -We're on the same side.

Heard about some trouble with the Salvadorans and Mexicans.

My guess: Guardo's collateral damage.

-Prick blew up a friend of mine. -What, that cop?

Guardo didn't do that.

The word came down: no distractions.

Shit, Guardo wasn't even up here then.

He was in Mexico with me.

SHANE: Our son can never know what I've done.

I killed Lem.

Please forgive me, please. I can't…

I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry.

Please, just ask me back.

GUARD 1: Who's got it? Eyes up.

Nobody wants to talk.

Don't look at me.

Somebody's got it.

Can't do nothing the easy way.

All right, ladies, this ain't your first time at the dance.

You know the drill. Drop 'em.

Oh, yeah, pretty boy, you got a lot to think about.

Take your time.

Not you. Hurry up.

Come on, move!

I want your shoes.

I want your pants, your shirts. Neat little piles.

Is he alone?

Sound of it's a do not disturb.

[DOG BARKING]

ANTWON: Yeah, come in.

What is it, Billy?

BILLY: You have a visitor, Antwon.

What does Renee look like here?

I know. I'm sorry.

I know my visitor can't be as half as fine as Renee.

Ain't that right, baby?

Mm-hm. Better be right.

Some white cop from LA.

He's pressing the warden

about seeing you right away.

Give me two shakes.

ANTWON: And shut that damn dog up.

-[DOOR SLAMS] -Now, I ain't got time

for sweet nothings, baby.

You gonna have to show me

what that good God gave you right now.

Come here. Mm-hm.

[GIGGLES]

[DOOR BUZZES OPEN]

[CHUCKLES]

My day just gets sunnier and sunnier.

How's life in prison?

Much better now that Kavanaugh went down for framing you.

Got my privileges back.

I didn't know we still had business together.

Oh, you mean since my guy you put a hit out on

got a grenade in his lap?

I heard about that.

Gotta give somebody points for creativity.

Yeah, you.

You may have wanted your pound of flesh from me.

Waiting for Lem to come into jail,

but he ran.

So you had your guys on the outside find him,

kill him, and make it look Salvadoran.

One-time offer.

You tell me who it was on the outside who offed Lem,

the punishment will be limited to them.

You don't give me all their names right now,

and I will start tearing up your gang from the outside,

and I will start tearing at your perks from the inside.

And I promise you, I swear to God,

I will find a way,

no matter how many guards you have on your payroll,

to get to you inside here.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

is my final encore.

Making the great Vic Mackey

think I'm everyone and everywhere.

Responsible for all the worst crimes against humanity.

It's sad, really.

You know, chasing ghosts haven't done you any favors.

[CHUCKLES]

I didn't off your boy.

Wished I did.

And so do you,

because if you're coming after me for this,

that means you lost your last clue.

Good seeing you, though.

[DOOR BUZZES OPEN]

SHANE: He says, "Daddy, I got a boo-boo.

-Shane. -My boo-boo's on the inside."

-I'll talk to you later. -Okay, bye.

-When did you get in, man? -Ten minutes ago.

-We got a problem. -What?

Guardo didn't kill Lem.

No one in the Salvadoran organization did.

-What? -Took a flyer at Antwon too.

One-Niners are a no-go.

We're back at square one.

SHANE: No.

Guardo's in a bunch of charred pieces because…

He didn't do it.

-We got credible intel. -From who?

A federal ICE agent working undercover with the Salvadorans.

So now the feds have the final say?

You know how many times they've lied to us

to keep us from playing in their back yard?

Doesn't feel like that.

So he's the rare fed that lies well.

Look, we finished this.

There's nothing more to find out, all right?

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

Hey, Dutch. Where are we with Lem's case?

Holding pattern. Still working on finding Guardo.

That Guardo's a dead end. I got it right from Hernan.

You met with Hernan?

The ICE told me I couldn't get a sit-down.

What's the lab report say?

Uh, it's not back yet.

It's due. I got a dead cop and no suspect.

You think you could light a fire under their Bunsen burner?

-[CELL PHONE RINGS] -Yeah, maybe.

-Yeah? -CORRINE: Did something happen

last weekend when you had Cassidy?

-Something to upset her? -No, why?

Well, she said she won't stay with you next weekend

when I go to San Francisco for the Cure Autism Now rally.

-Why not? -Doesn't wanna talk about it.

I've already got the hotel reservations, the plane tickets.

I'll talk to her. Whatever it is, we'll fix it.

Look, in the meantime, I'm stuck here.

You think you can drive Cassidy over here later?

She won't talk to you.

Well, it's not up to her.

I'll talk to you later.

I'm running a list of ex-military felons.

Maybe they got Lem's grenade from Uncle Sam.

VIC: Uh-huh. Interesting reading?

I was just checking out real estate prices.

Trying to see what this house Mara and I are fixing up's

gonna be worth.

You want to jump in on this Lem thing anywhere?

It's a waste of time.

We settled this.

We can't be sure.

This ICE agent, he has no reason to lie to us.

You were sure enough to put a bullet in Guardo

before he confessed.

SHANE: And I trusted you then,

that we knew everything we were gonna know about what happened.

And you did what you had to do.

We all did.

Now, just put this in the rearview mirror.

Stop asking questions that there are no answers to.

RONNIE: Whatever funk he was in seems over.

He seems at peace with it.

I don't know how I can be until I know for sure.

When we took down that stash of grenades

the night that Lem died,

Shane did the count solo, right?

Vic, come on.

Did he say anything weird that night?

-About Lem? The night… -No.

No.

He did say, um,

when Kavanaugh's frame-up job was gone

and things looked really bad, he said something like:

What if he said he had a grenade from the bust

and he was with Lem and it went off accidentally?

I just took it as him wanting to lie to get you off.

What did you say?

I said it wouldn't help,

and he'd be admitting to aiding and abetting.

What did he say?

Nothing.

You remember Shane's count on the grenades that night?

Uh, not here, at the Salvadoran house.

Jesus, Vic. I don't wanna think like that.

Do you remember the count or not?

Write it down.

What do you have?

Seventy-three, like the home run record.

[SIGHS]

We gotta run a check.

What are we saying here?

All we're saying is,

as soon as we can,

the first chance you get, you…

You're gonna quietly confirm

that Shane logged in 73 grenades

and that all 73 grenades are still sitting there

nice and neat

in the bomb squad evidence locker.

[♪♪♪]

Morning.

Mind if I take one of these?

Was this Lem's?

I'm sorry. I… I… I didn't…

No, no, no. It's all right.

You're part of the team now. No reason it should go empty.

SHANE: Trust me. If I'm wrong, I'll buy you a beer.

Hey there, gentlemen.

HIATT: Well, someone had a good night.

Pregnancy sex is the best kind.

Give you something to look forward to.

HIATT: Thanks, I'll give Mara a call.

CLAUDETTE: Just the crew I'm looking for.

Got a body in an apartment building on Cole.

Young woman, 20s. Stabbed.

Are we taking straight-up homicides now?

Victim's Emily Martin. Daughter of city controller, Rob Martin.

The guy that's got the city's purse strings.

That earns our special touch.

A lot of people will be watching.

Aceveda called himself to ask for extra manpower.

Just remember who you work for.

RONNIE: These cases are a big invitation

to get ass-reamed by the bosses.

VIC: So let's get it done and get out of the spotlight.

Try not to get ass-reamed.

VIC: Well, it wasn't a robbery.

The extent of the wounds?

Someone gave her an O.J. shave.

HIATT: Long way from Daddy.

-She got tired of the west side. -VIC: You know the drill.

Look for nosy neighbors.

Something there. Maybe a shoe print.

Good work, eagle eye. I knew they bumped him up for a reason.

SHANE: Come on, let's start over here.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

SHANE: Police, open up.

OFFICER 1: Hey, there's the poster girl.

-[APPLAUSE] -OFFICER 2: Looking good, Tina.

OFFICER 3: All bow down to the poster girl.

Ah, I guess wet dreams can come true.

Hey. How you doing?

I'm… I'm good. How are you?

Good… Good. Um, I…

I called you a couple of times.

Is everything copacetic?

Yeah. Well, you heard about the transfer?

They basically wanted me in some PR role.

Talking in schools, recruitment meetings, things like that.

You mean, uh, the poster. Heh.

Yeah. That's all that was.

But I got to meet a couple of people up at the chief's office

and convinced them that I could represent the force better

out on the streets.

Well, I think you belong here.

Dutch, there's a woman in the lobby

who wants to talk to a detective.

Uh, Steve's free.

She said actually that it's about Guardo Lima.

That's your suspect in Lem's murder case, right?

Uh, yeah. Excuse me.

Tina, welcome back.

We should talk about your new assignment.

Okay.

You heard that Julien's on the Strike Team, yeah?

Yeah.

So who am I riding with?

Well, for now, me.

Is that a problem? No.

Well, you're a sergeant now

and sergeants don't get out much.

That's okay, I'm gonna keep you real busy.

It's only temporary.

You have information about Guardo Lima?

He's missing. Something bad's happened.

When was the last time you spoke to him?

He hasn't called me in over a week.

That doesn't mean anything's wrong.

We talk every day. He loves me.

Now, no one has seen or heard from him.

Was it Salceda? Who's Salceda?

A Mexican.

He's the one who wanted to take over the business Guardo ran.

That cop knows all about it.

He's the one who told me that Salceda wanted to kill Guardo.

Okay, wh… which cop?

I'm the one they had in Protective Custody,

so don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.

Kevin Hiatt, this is Robert and Patricia Martin.

Kevin's heading up the team that's doing the investigation.

Sorry about your loss. Thank you.

The Martins are friends, and I told them I'd be the go-between.

Emily was a beautiful, wonderful young woman.

Do you know what she was doing in this part of town?

Our daughter didn't deserve this.

My wife doesn't deserve to be put through anything else.

ACEVEDA: Of course.

Give me a second.

-[HELICOPTER WHIRRS] -[POLICE SIRENS BLARE]

The Martins are dealing with a tragedy.

Lots of people might try to paint this a certain way,

so we can't let anybody sully this girl's reputation.

Yeah. Sure.

SHANE: Hey.

Witness says he saw his neighbor, Rahid Moore,

hurrying out carrying two trash bags.

Six flights up, he still took the stairs.

People say he's loud, gets visitors all night long.

When they've asked him to keep it down, he's made threats.

Apartment's right over here.

Let's pay a visit.

-Uh, Vic? -VIC: What? What's the problem?

Aceveda and the old man want the daughter clean.

We don't even know what we're supposed to be hiding yet.

Hiding? I'll help you through that.

Just keep it to yourself for now.

Look, city controller on one side,

Claudette's moral code on the other.

So whoever you screw, you get cut off at the knees.

Fantastic.

Trust me, there's a way out.

There always is.

First we find out the truth, then we figure out what to do.

Late night visitors means late night customers.

He packed up his stash and got out of Dodge.

RONNIE: If Rahid had a parking spot,

the building'll have his plate.

I'll get on the wire.

Anything?

Think so.

Phone numbers. Good.

Call them in. See if you can get some names to go with them.

Hey, Vic. Found this under the bed.

Guy must have needed a boost for the road.

Or Daddy's little girl did.

They came and got me one night, about a week ago.

Took me to the safe house

because they told me I was in danger.

From Salceda?

I just wanna find Guardo.

Could you look for him, please?

He's supposed to be in Mexico. The main one

said that Salceda would try to kidnap me

to get leverage on Guardo.

And then they just what, let you go?

This one, he said that Guardo never came back to LA,

but they caught Salceda.

Then he dropped me off.

They know what happened to Guardo.

They know if someone killed him.

DUTCH: Her time frame

puts all this during Vic's personal days off.

I understand the time frame.

Vic had Guardo on the phone, Nydia confirms it.

And, uh, there's no Salcedas in the department's records

with any connection to the Salvadorans or the cartel.

We are not gonna accuse Mackey of murder and be wrong again.

Let me put Vic in the room with her.

I'll set it up as a surprise but I'll have a camera rolling.

You shook that hornet's nest once.

Haven't you been stung enough yet?

It's not an accusation.

And if the girl's lying, what's the harm?

Keep it contained.

Good, I'll keep Billings out of it.

Rahid Moore. How do we find him?

I don't know anyone by that name.

That's right. You're the PTA mom from Eagle Rock.

Husband, two kids.

Weird we found your number in Rahid's apartment

on the shitty side of the freeway.

A guy with two distribution arrests?

Had three stars by your name.

Husband know you're on the spike?

I don't know what you're talking about.

[GASPS]

VIC: Bitch to hide, ain't it.

Hey.

VIC: Gotta work real hard

to hide that secret.

WOMAN: Stop!

Let me see.

Where do you shoot up? On your ankle?

Between the toes?

Get off me.

Tell me where to find Rahid.

WOMAN: Stop.

I'm getting to the good part.

Ooh. Whew.

Nice scab marks.

Your husband knows,

otherwise you're one frustrated gal

when it comes to the oral pleasures of life.

Stop it. Then tell me what I need to know.

Don't tell Jeffrey.

I'm gonna tell him, your kids, your friends.

I'm even gonna tell the old lady who brings

cookies to the PTA meetings.

Sure is getting hot in here.

Okay. Hey, uh, this stops now, you understand?

What?

This Tina bullshit.

This isn't high school. That's too bad.

I heard she was gonna ask you to the Sadie Hawkins dance.

Hey, how's the Quick-Mealer business going?

The machines are still here.

You're still lining your pocket on the department's dime, right?

I've been waiting for you to throw it in my face.

I'll do more than that. I'll throw it in IAD's face.

Why? Because I gave you a little jab about Tina?

Yes.

But I'll make you a deal.

You get those machines out of here today,

you back off Tina-and-me thing forever,

and I'll pretend it never happened.

You know that partner vibe we had going,

catching the runaway rapist?

That had a shelf life of about, what, 48 hours?

What's IAD's number again? All right. All right.

But this is gonna take some doing.

And you are gonna have to cover my ass for the rest of the day.

[LAUGHS]

HIATT: You guys ever think about

putting some doors in here?

You're in charge.

See what you can do.

What now?

He texts me back with a number and a time.

Each number means a different location.

How long before he answers?

It depends on when he can meet.

SHANE: And your PTA schedule.

I just don't understand what…

All the numbers are right there in the file. Just look it up.

Hey, Kevin. Hi, Danny.

DANNY: Uh, this is Tina Hanlon.

The poster girl, right? Yes.

Yeah. I'm Kevin Hiatt.

Nice to meet you. Tina.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, Tina, did you finish that filing yet?

It's a three-week job, what do you think?

[SIGHS]

You know what, I'm your superior.

When you talk to me, lose the tone.

You thought it was tough with Julien?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

You gotta find a way to be better than you were,

otherwise you're gonna end up being our filing girl.

When I was gone,

I met a few people in some high places,

so I'm not exactly knocked over by the new stripes.

I'm not a trainee here anymore, but I'll watch my tone.

But so will you. Or what?

Or explain why you can't get along

with the new face of the department.

VIC: Hey, sweetheart.

Everything okay, kiddo?

Hey.

You know what, let's go upstairs.

Mm-hm.

[SIGHS]

All right, Cass, what's going on?

I don't have to talk to him.

Look, y… you're causing your mom a lot of stress here, sweetie.

Matty and Megan have a weekend planned with kids like them…

I could stay with Olivia. Her parents said it's fine.

-Hey, you're staying with me… -Or not.

Let's talk about what's bothering you.

Fine.

My friend Brian, his dad's a lawyer,

did a LexisNexis search on you.

I saw all the shit you've done.

What?

The brutality complaints.

The IAD guy thought you killed people.

Oh, Cassidy…

Listen to me. People say things and write things,

and that doesn't mean that they're true, okay?

That IAD cop got caught trying to frame your father.

He's the one in jail now.

I don't want to learn about life from you.

You have nothing to teach me.

Hey, I'll teach you some respect…

Respect is earned.

Cassidy.

Whatever you've read, whatever you've heard,

it's not the whole truth, honey.

Like the baby you had with some other woman?

I heard Mom talking on the phone with Grandma.

She didn't know I was awake.

Cassidy,

that's adult stuff.

You don't have to concern yourself with that right now.

You kept a secret that I have

some baby brother I've never even seen?

Vic, Rahid answered the text message.

We got a location on him.

-DUTCH: Vic. -VIC: What?

Somebody upstairs says they've got information on Guardo Lima.

What kind of information? I had trouble following.

You know that world better. I'm buried. Can you talk to him?

I'm kind of busy right now.

If it's about Lemansky, it could be important.

Hey, Vic, let's go.

I got a location on a suspect.

If they're still around when I get back, I'll chat then.

[SIGHS]

Valerie couldn't make it, but, uh, she sends her regards.

Wanna tell us why you ran out of your apartment with trash bags?

Don't you dump your trash?

HIATT: Not the day after pickup.

That's when the bins is empty. Emily Martin.

She was in your apartment today.

Never heard of her.

So when her blood comes back off of your shoe,

you'll tell us you never stepped in it?

You stabbed her, then you ran out and dumped the knife.

And Johnnie Cochran ain't alive to represent you.

Do you know who this girl was, man?

You mean her daddy?

Yeah. Some big, important city dude.

VIPs get quick police response.

We're gonna hand over his daughter's killer

and they're gonna make an example out of you.

I let her suck my dick, so what?

That sure as hell don't mean I killed her.

Aside from your winning personality,

is there any other reason why Emily would wanna play with you?

She needed fuel for the needle.

Didn't have the money to keep herself mellow,

so she started paying another dude with some mouth and pussy.

-What dude? -RAHID: Snail.

He, uh, moves some shit for me over in Brentwood.

He brought her around a couple times.

What can I say? Girl was smart enough

to cut out the middleman and go directly to the source.

How did Snail feel about that?

The white boy's a control freak.

I mean, he got her on the shit,

then he started rationing it out.

Thought he could keep the pussy on a leash.

Did you see him kill Emily?

I heard something.

By the time I got outside, she was already done.

I mean, I knew y'all was gonna be crawling all over the place,

so I stuck my stash in the trash and stepped outside.

Pat yourself on the back later.

Right now you're gonna tell us where Snail is, right?

I'll tell you something else.

That girl,

she had no love for her pops.

What's with the Martin murder?

Getting to a dark place. Meaning?

Daughter was a heroin-addicted whore.

Paid for her drugs with pussy and mouth favors.

Other than that, she was Pippi Longstocking.

That's a lot to get between.

He's a friend of the department's…

But if this thing's uncontrollable,

there's no sense in you getting burned too.

We need to appear loyal.

If the press gets a hold of the information,

that's out of our control.

Martin can have somewhere else to focus his anger.

Someone's gotta take the heat, right?

Anything I should know about?

Nothing we can't handle.

Don't let these people influence you.

Follow the case where it leads, but the VIP key's

only gonna open so many doors, you got it?

Now's the time to be taking notes.

Hey, Vic. Excuse me.

Shane logged in 73 grenades that night, like we remembered.

Talk to the bomb squad? Seems like a paperwork thing.

Had a rookie count them all by hand.

Seventy-three. All accounted for.

[SIGHS]

Ha.

Oh, shit.

You know what, I'm an asshole. First I doubted Lem, now Shane.

I am a complete asshole, man.

No. We just wanted answers.

This is a good one to get.

Maybe Shane's right.

Maybe we got all the answers we're gonna have.

Hey, Danny. Got a minute?

Of course.

What's up?

My daughter knows about Lee.

Oh, Jesus.

How?

She heard Corrine talking on the phone.

Look, no offense, but she may be your ex,

but that lady's been a real pain in my ass.

No, look, I…

Vic, I chose to do this alone for a reason, okay?

I… I don't need a hassle around here.

This isn't people in the Barn, this is my daughter.

Yeah, well, I never wanted you to get involved.

Not you, not your ex, not your kids.

I've learned as a parent that, uh,

things don't go as we planned,

do they?

[SIGHS]

So now what?

-WOMAN 1: What's going on? -WOMAN 2: I don't know.

HIATT: Vic and I got the front.

You guys come in from around the back.

-VIC: Let's go. -MAN: Cross over here.

[VIC SPEAKS SPANISH]

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC BLASTING]

Wait. Wait, wait.

HIATT: What?

[GUNSHOTS]

Shit!

That's a .45.

Yeah.

Vests aren't gonna be worth shit.

Hit it.

[GRUNTS]

All right, go.

[GRUNTS]

[HEAVY METAL MUSIC BLASTING]

♪ Wanna go for a ride ♪

♪ Nitrous high, 10.5 ♪

♪ Jack it up, it'll run ♪

♪ Detroit run ♪

♪ Never got muscle ♪

♪ Drive like hell ♪

[GUNSHOTS]

[BOTH GRUNT]

VIC: Hiatt, I got him! Don't move!

Are you hit?

No!

I'm not hit, bitch!

-I'm taking this guy in alone. -RONNIE: What?

You know the situation.

There's no way you can walk away from it clean.

So screw. What the hell does a city controller do?

Eliminates the Strike Team with the stroke of a pen.

This guy took shots at both you and Hiatt.

Shane's right. Can't walk a guy into the cage that shot at cops

without messing up his hair.

It's a bad message.

Martin's a friend of the department.

That means more money, more cops. We have to consider it.

The captain said we didn't have to worry about that.

She doesn't have all the pieces.

We got the suspect. Take this guy in.

VIC: That's what I'm gonna do, just alone.

I'm not comfortable with that.

Look, we're gonna get squeezed whatever we do.

VIC: Maybe I can figure a way around it,

but if not, I'll take the hit.

For the rest of us? Why?

I'm out at the end of the month.

There's nothing else they can do to me.

Listen, maybe I should take him in.

Look, you guys all have something to lose.

Now, maybe there's a compromise to be worked out,

but you guys aren't the ones to be compromised.

He needs to show up back at the Barn

looking the same way he looks now.

I won't mess up a hair on his little head.

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

You brought the knife, you followed the girl.

Death penalty's a slam dunk.

I can make it so you can avoid all that.

Maybe even see the light of day again.

What are you talking about?

You know who Emily's father is?

Well, the family wants to avoid embarrassment.

You just gotta be willing to tell the right story.

Yeah? What's the right story?

Good boy.

Detroit, bring him up to interrogation.

How'd you like to walk out of here with no charges?

I'd like that very much.

Stick around, I'll tell you how.

DUTCH: Hey. You're back.

Any word on the lab results?

They promised me by the end of business day.

Uh, that woman's still here.

What woman?

The one with information on Guardo.

Oh, right.

She's, uh, stuck around this long.

Uh, yeah, okay.

Thanks. She's in interrogation 1.

Got it.

Guardo never came back.

Guardo's a mysterious guy.

Did you do something to him?

I never even saw him.

What happened to Salceda?

He must've got away.

I heard from people in Mexico.

They said Guardo came back to LA.

I heard the same thing.

I only wish I caught him.

I don't understand.

We heard a rumor that Salceda wanted to kill Guardo.

We didn't know if it was true

but Guardo was a suspect in the murder of a cop,

so I didn't give a shit.

So you lied to me? You kept me prisoner?

VIC: No. I told you you could leave

whenever you wanted.

The smart thing was to stay.

All the stuff Guardo did, it was only a matter of time.

You're lucky he didn't drag you down with him.

Why don't we just get Kavanaugh out of jail,

have me investigated again?

DUTCH: Witness protection?

Sounds more like, uh, kidnapping to me.

All right, I wanted Guardo.

I heard about Salceda on the street, so I used it.

I would have used anything I had to get him.

To bring him in for Lem's death.

But the Mexicans got to him first.

CLAUDETTE: You did all this based on a rumor?

VIC: Yeah, I did.

And if I had ignored that rumor

and Nydia got killed by that guy,

you'd be asking me a lot tougher questions right now.

So you never found Guardo? No.

I didn't. She seems convinced you did.

For all we know, Guardo could've sent her here

to make us think that he's dead just to throw us off his track.

Oh, for Christ's sake,

she's in love with a guy who blows up kids for a living.

You're trying to show people why you should stay.

This escapade looks like another reason why you should go.

[SIGHS]

Guardo was killed by the Mexicans.

You don't believe me, talk to Hernan.

Tell me how to contact him and I will.

Help close the books on the girlfriend's false accusations.

Ask Hiatt.

You caught the man that killed Emily?

Yeah.

[POLICE SIREN WAILS]

I think you know what your daughter was into when she died.

She was an addict.

I tried to help her, but she wouldn't take it,

so I… I cut her off.

I thought it would keep her from buying more.

Do you know what your daughter was doing to get her drugs?

She threw it in my face,

trying to get more money from me.

Well, it was all true.

But that's not how history has to read.

Thank you.

I mean, there are some things I can't fake.

The ME's gonna find that heroin in her system.

I'll take care of that.

Uh,

I've got an appeals hearing in a couple of weeks.

They're gonna decide whether to force me out or not.

Oh. I'll see what I can do.

Must be good to be king.

Snail dealt for me a little.

He was in over his head.

Told me about this girl

that was trying to get him out of the life.

Shame.

Just trying to get him to stop selling drugs.

Guess she was a real nice girl.

Emily found out I was dealing.

She wanted me to quit.

She followed me up to Rahid's apartment,

tried to stop me from buying.

Kept pressing me hard in the elevator.

I just lost it.

SNAIL: She didn't deserve any of it.

What's the problem?

We shouldn't be playing God.

God creates all men equal.

Once they get out of the womb, he starts playing favorites.

Is that Lem's lab report?

Is it?

Yeah. And the final autopsy report.

And? Nothing much.

No fingerprints, no DNA left behind.

Let me see it.

You think there's anyone

who wants to solve Lem's murder more than me?

There's crime scene photos and there's autopsy photos.

Curtis was eviscerated from the waist down.

Give me it.

What report is this? This is new.

That's Kavanaugh's last report.

Part of the deal he made when he came clean about you

was providing full disclosure.

Hey, Kev. Can I ask you something?

Absolutely.

Hey.

Hey, Dutch. Hey, Tina.

Uh, that project I gave you, you made a couple of mistakes.

Come, I'll show you before I leave.

Thanks. Sure.

See you. Bye.

Um, you remember asking me about Hernan,

that, uh, ICE agent in the Salvadoran organization?

Sure.

Did you guys get in touch? Yeah.

How? It's easier to negotiate between

federal agencies.

You, uh… you're not a federal agent anymore.

No. No, not anymore.

BILLINGS: Be careful with that.

It's a sophisticated piece of machinery.

BILLINGS: I don't wanna see dings in it.

Um, I gave it some thought.

You wanna keep the machines, go ahead.

Why? So you can still have it to hang over my head?

Yeah, that's right. No, thanks. I'll pass.

I can keep the leverage, or you can lose money.

It's your call.

Hey, guys, hang on a second.

Hey, Cassidy. Hi.

Come on in.

This is Lee.

[GURGLES]

What's his whole name?

Lee Carson Sofer.

Carson's my mom's maiden name.

What's his birthday?

On the second.

6:19 a.m.

Do you want to hold him?

Everything all right, Cass?

No. I… I don't wanna hold him.

I just wanna see.

That's okay.

Another time.

[LEE GURGLES]

Hey. Hey.

Vic wants the three of us to meet.

When?

Right now.

Portillo Autobody.

He wants to walk Lem's crime scene,

the time of night that it happened.

See if there's anything the lab boys missed.

Lab report came in? Yeah.

Anything useful?

I don't think so.

You wanna ride together?

I gotta finish this paperwork on our stabbing.

I'll be five minutes behind you.

Cool. I'll, uh, see you there.

Okay.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[RINGING]

VIC [ON PHONE]: Yeah.

He's on his way.

-Good. -You sure you don't want me?

No.

Keep your distance.

Okay.

[HANGS UP]

[TRAIN RUMBLING]

Hey.

Wanna wait for Ronnie or what?

No. We can get started.

Okay.

Read the report.

Yeah?

What'd it say? Nothing new.

No prints, no forensics.

Well, Guardo was smart. He's careful.

Not careful enough to escape us.

No. Not that.

Guardo didn't kill Lem.

I tortured him, shot him

and burned his body, and he didn't kill Lem.

We were right there with you.

Yeah.

I know.

But Guardo didn't do it.

The Salvadorans, they wanted to stay off our radar.

They didn't even kill Emolia

when they found out that she'd snitched.

Well, maybe some Salvadoran rogue banger.

What, who killed Lem with a grenade,

left no trace, and disappeared like a ghost?

I don't think so.

It wasn't One-Niners looking for Antwon revenge.

Made a fool of myself up at Lompoc

finding that one out.

So I asked Ronnie to check

if you logged all the grenades

that night at the bust.

You counted 73 at the house,

and there are 73 sitting there

in the bomb squad evidence locker right now.

Which means…

[SIGHS]

…you pocketed a grenade

before Aceveda even lied to us about Lem ratting us out.

You lied to us at the bust

about the count, you…

Before I even started

to question Lem, you were looking for a way

to shut him up to make it look Salvadoran.

Don't even go there, man.

Well, you were the last one to get to the meet.

You couldn't lose your tail? That's right.

Well, did you try? As much as I could.

We couldn't look too suspicious, remember?

Kavanaugh wrote another report.

Part of his deal.

He was shorthanded that night.

Just him and one other guy.

Stop right there, Vic.

There's nothing good where you're going, man.

Just him and one other guy.

So he followed me and Ronnie.

So what? What did…?

You dropped a grenade in his lap and what did you do, just run?

I did what I thought had to be done at the time.

Oh, God.

I know, man. Oh, God.

I know. I know. Oh, no.

Oh.

You piece of shit!

You made that decision on your own?

He wouldn't go to Mexico.

Oh! I told him about the goat farm,

about the way out.

About the money that we were gonna send him.

You said that if he…

If he wouldn't take the ride to Mexico,

that we would know that he turned.

He didn't turn! Well, I know that now!

We said we would look him in the eye and we'd have the truth.

And he never turned on us.

We couldn't afford to take that chance.

What, you think this has been easy for me?

Carrying all this alone?

For you? Lem!

It was an impossible situation.

At the time, it was either him or… or the rest of us.

Bullshit!

Look, I was protecting you and Ronnie from it.

Look, if he would've gone to jail like he wanted,

he would've been killed by Antwon

or turned by Kavanaugh.

Man, and you know that.

I don't know that.

He was strong.

You killed him because you were scared.

He was strong, and you were a coward.

Look, I was being strong

for all of us.

And I am not a coward. Yeah, you were.

You were when you sat by and watched me tear Guardo apart

for something that you did.

Jesus Christ, what did you turn me into?

Oh, he was an asshole murderer! I'm not an executioner!

Well, go tell that to Terry's family.

That's different.

That son of a bitch, he was a traitor.

Lem was my friend.

He was mine too.

You think you're looking at me through some window.

All you're really doing is looking in a mirror.

You and I, we're nothing alike.

-I would never… -You did.

More than once.

So let's at least tell the truth now.

Lem's gone.

I would have spared Lem.

And I stepped up and put Lem down

so you could go to bed at night believing that.

You didn't come to me.

You didn't talk to me. We didn't decide, and it's too late.

There was no time.

I didn't know if Kavanaugh was gonna swoop down

and pick us up. If you weren't sure…

If you weren't sure,

you should've taken that chance

that he was still with us.

You owed him that chance.

I had to kill my friend,

and you know why.

Look, it's taken me a while,

but you're gonna learn how to accept it, man…

I will never accept that! I will never accept that!

I'm not gonna fight you.

I'm not gonna fight you.

Ronnie's not even coming, is he?

Did you tell him you'd look me in the eye, find the truth?

What, you're so goddamn psychic,

why didn't you know that Aceveda was lying about Lem, huh?

I mean, all I was doing

was following your game plan, Coach.

You killed my friend.

Then you almost let Kavanaugh send me away for it.

I never would've let it come to that.

You let me kill Guardo without opening your goddamn mouth.

I had the chance to pull the trigger on you once before.

I didn't do it, and Lem lost his life because of it.

Lem would've broken.

I took it on myself

the way that you took it off of us for Terry.

Look, you're gonna learn to be okay with it.

Man, you just need a little time.

You and me, we're all out of time.

Lem's case is still open.

I hope they catch you.

I hope they do. I hope everybody knows what you did.

You don't get to do what you did for free.

You're gonna pay that bill.

What, are you gonna give Dutch a little push in my direction?

Well, maybe when they got me,

they'll have time to look into who killed Terry.

That's old business, and all you got is hearsay.

Our entire lives are hearsay, Vic.

All the shit we've done.

And I've got a lot more on you than you've got on me.

Get in your truck, drive away.

Leave here before I kill you.

No, you won't.

We've already been through all that.

Before, you didn't blow Lem in half with a grenade.

I see you again,

I will kill you.

Goddamn hypocrite.

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