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NARRATOR: Previously on The Shield…

CLAUDETTE: My detective found 12 bodies. Well, 11 bodies, one arm.

Machete's weapon of choice for the Salvadorans.

It supports the tip that Aceveda's cronies gave us

that the killers were Salvadorans.

The victims were all Mexican illegals.

-IDs? -All but the arm.

My guy at INS ID'd the arm from the San Marcos house.

Eduardo Romero.

A mid-level bureaucrat in the Mexican government.

It could embarrass people on both sides of the border.

You solve this, that's a dozen murders in the win column.

It just might be enough to keep these doors open.

What do you know about a guy named Hernan?

He's a fed undercover in the Salvadoran organization.

NURSE: Benjamin Westcott Gilroy?

The Mexican authorities sent him back.

-NURSE: Any family? -VIC: Wife.

I killed Lem.

Please forgive me, please, I can't…

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

VIC: You dropped a grenade in his lap?

What did you do? Did you run?

Shane?

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

He wouldn't go to Mexico.

I told him about the money we were gonna send him.

And he never turned on us.

I couldn't afford to take the chance.

I mean, all I was doing

was following your game plan, Coach.

Get in your truck, drive away.

Leave here before I kill you.

[TAP WATER RUNS]

[TOILET FLUSHING]

I called you all last night. Did you talk to Shane?

What happened?

He did it.

He killed Lem.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

He confessed?

He pocketed a grenade

before Aceveda even told us about Lem's deal.

He looked him right in the eye,

dropped it in his lap and ran.

Never included us, never talked to us.

Just took it on himself and killed a guy

who was only looking out for us.

Where is he now?

Oh, no. It's over. He's…

He's never coming back. He's moved on.

Are we here for Hernan?

He called a meet. Said it was important.

[HERNAN URINATING]

Reaching out to me is a big risk to your cover.

I know. I went to upload Zinman on the spare arm

that you guys found in San Marcos.

And I was met by some new guy, Talbert.

They gave you a new handler midstream?

Yeah. This guy knew the arm belonged to Romero.

Told me to leave it alone. End of conversation.

A Mexican official loses a limb

on a hacked-up pile of dead Mexi illegals

and the US and Mexican governments

both turned a blind eye?

HERNAN: I've seen this shit go down before.

Some fed way up the food chain is getting greased

to keep it off the books.

Brings in his own overseer, keeps everyone else in the dark.

You don't trust who you're tethered to,

then you're lost undercover.

Until I know more, I need a lifeline.

Throwaway cell phone.

Number can't be traced to anybody.

You need me, you call me.

Salvadorans are promoting. I could use a push to captain.

Get my own crew, open me up to a whole lot of gang secrets.

Well, How big a push do you need?

Bosses are meeting at Lonya's Bar on 9th.

Need a raid at 2:00 sharp.

What am I gonna find?

Nothing. I'm gonna tip 'em off 20 minutes before you show.

Tell 'em I got a mole in the PD.

Hm. We'll come a-knocking.

OFFICER: Okay, man, let's go.

What's up?

We got a street fair with confetti and dead bodies.

Got six shot up at the El Salvador del Mundo festival.

Four dead, multiple injuries, women and children.

I was waiting to see what the Mexican payback would be

for the San Marcos murders.

City tacticals? No, we're on our own, man.

Shane called in sick today. He okay?

Seemed fine last night.

[CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Unis are outnumbered. Help them out.

Three witnesses all tell the same story.

Six Mexican bangers wearing backpacks.

All wearing Byz Lat ink. Nobody pays any attention

until they pull out shotguns, shooting everyone.

VIC: Salvadoran bangers sponsored this fair.

This looks like retaliation for San Marcos house murders.

Hernan said the El Salvadorans had nothing to do

with San Marcos. It was an internal Mexican beef.

Well, he's wrong. This smells like payback.

DUTCH: Bad intel on his part?

He lied.

DANNY: Hey, hey, step back. Hey, hey, ma'am.

Hey. Let go of me.

My son. My son was shot.

Let me see him. No!

I'm sorry, you're gonna have to stay behind the line, okay?

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

We need to talk to Hernan.

Find out why he lied to us about San Marcos.

The Salvadorans are close to giving him his captain stripes.

He must not want local law turning up the heat on them.

Stepping on his upward mobility.

Plus, he's nervous. About what?

I Got a buddy at INS who ID'd the chopped off arm

that we found at the San Marcos house.

It belongs to Eduardo Romero,

a mid-level Mexican bureaucrat.

Hernan contacted me this morning.

He's nervous because ICE is telling him to back away

from the Romero trail.

Sounds like somebody in immigration's

got their feet to the fire, doesn't want to get burned.

Hernan's spooked.

He doesn't trust his chain of command.

Doesn't mean we have to back off.

You run with that Romero lead.

It might be the break we need in the San Marcos case.

Find the Byz Lats who shot up the festival.

Hernan wants us to raid a Salvadoran bar this afternoon.

He's gonna give the bosses an early heads-up.

Earn points by keeping 'em out of harm's way.

Salvadoran bosses are already planning a retaliation.

We need to bring 'em in now.

Going in early could set Hernan back.

He set us back by lying about San Marcos

being Mexican on Mexican.

He can gain favor with the bosses some other way.

PHILLIPS: Captain Wyms.

Uh, I… I know the street festival thing looks bad.

I got the Strike Team and my best detectives on it.

San Marcos is still unsolved, now this.

Wilshire and Central agreed to lend a hand.

I don't recall asking them for help.

Send copies of everything you have

on the street fair shooting and San Marcos

so Wilshire and Central can back you up.

Shane here? No, I haven't seen him.

He didn't come home last night.

Everything all right between you two?

Where the hell is he?

I'll be right out.

I don't know where Shane is.

You should ask the captain, she might be able to help you.

He doesn't do anything without you knowing about it.

Don't dick me around here.

I'm not. That's his job.

I know what happened last night.

It was a busy evening.

You'll have to be more specific.

About Lem.

What about Lem?

If you did anything to hurt Shane…

Why would I hurt Shane?

What is it you think you know?

I know everything about Shane.

We don't have any secrets.

Open and honest.

That's always the best way, right?

[♪♪♪]

[LATIN MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

WOMAN: Hey.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Goddamn it, bosses got out of here in a hurry.

Waitress said they all took off

when they heard about the shooting.

Hernan knew we'd come early for the bosses.

He's pulled them out early to gain trust.

I'm beginning to think this guy is kind of an asshole.

Let's flip it.

[CLATTERING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah?

Hey, sorry I missed your llamada, amigo.

Still need them smokes.

You with the bosses? There a retaliation plan?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Not the regs.

Shit burns like garbage.

Garbage?

Make sure you got 'em in stock, eh?

Found your cigars.

These the addresses for the bosses?

Bueno, put two aside for me, huh? Don't forget me, eh?

Pick you up with the rest of them?

Sí, amigo. Buenas noches.

Take back the asshole comment about Hernan. He came through.

Wants us to scoop him up with the rest of the bosses.

Preserves his cover, gets the shot callers off the street.

Buys us time to make a peace. But the shooters were Byz Lats.

Just picking up the Salvadorans might raise suspicions

that we've got a guy inside.

Gang sweep. Wide net.

Salvadorans and Mexicans.

Hernan's just another sad brown face in the paddy wagon

until we can get him alone.

How can I help with the fallout?

Phillips had me send over our case files

to Wilshire and Central.

Are stats are tanking. He's gonna shut this place down.

No, no, I would have heard something.

He's bringing them up to speed,

so when they split the Farm in half,

the transition goes smoothly.

They're keeping it under the radar to protect morale.

It's hard to motivate cops

when your home base is a sinking ship.

I'll look into it on a policy level.

How can I help right now?

Those extra bodies you threatened to spoil us with,

I need them tonight For what?

Gang sweep.

Gonna bring in as many Byz Lats, Salvadorans as we can.

Gives us time to find the shooters, negotiate a peace.

The Mexican and Salvadoran communities

both feel victimized.

It sounds punitive. It's a warrant sweep.

It's bringing felons in from the front lines.

It'll feel like a siege.

[SIGHS]

ICE has an undercover operative

high up the Salvadoran food chain I need to protect.

I gotta pick him up without anyone getting wise.

He can help us end this.

PEZUELA: Four-screen movie theater.

Restaurants, shopping.

Walking distance from our low-income housing

and medical center.

That sounds like a community.

These people work hard for their money.

Shouldn't have to bus to Beverly Hills to spend it.

Hey, did you hear about the, uh, street fair shooting?

Oh, yes. It's awful.

Yeah, Looks like Byz Lat retaliation

for the San Marcos house murders.

Why am I not surprised?

Captain Wyms is planning a gang sweep.

Everyone with an outstanding warrant,

Mexicanos, Salvadoreños.

A blitzkrieg against Latinos.

A preemptive safety measure.

We're getting gang members off the street

to keep the community safe.

Between my media contacts

and your community and commercial clout,

we convince the press, the neighborhood,

that we're here to help.

These people, they… they don't see us Latinos.

They see a developer and a former cop.

The Barn's at risk. If Captain Wyms

doesn't reduce her crime stats, it goes away.

Which means less cops in our district.

So, what good is all this if we can't protect it

or the people who come here?

Salvadoreño women and children were injured today.

A sweep of their community,

that's not protection, it's an assault.

There's an operative inside the Salvadorans

who can help solve the street fair shooting.

But we need to pick him up without casting suspicion.

The gang sweep protects his cover.

I can't spin this alone, man.

Can you help me sell this?

Tell me what to do.

Hey, buddy.

[CHUCKLES]

Miss me? [GRUNTS]

Huh, you miss me? Yes.

MARA: What do you think?

Where the hell have you been?

I've just been driving, thinking.

Maybe you were getting your dick sucked

by your underaged Nubian whore?

Hey, watch your mouth.

It's not my mouth I'm worried about.

Don't throw that shit in my face.

I left you a message, said not to wait up.

Yeah?

That was 24 hours ago.

And you know what? I'm still up.

Mara, my cell died, I… I couldn't get to a phone…

I didn't know what happened to you.

I'm sorry. I'm okay.

I was just figuring some shit out.

Okay, I promise, I promise.

I was so freaked out.

I went to Vic…

But I didn't believe him when he told me…

You talked to Vic?

When you didn't come home I went to the Barn looking for you.

Well, what did you say to him? I just asked him where you were?

He scared the shit out of me.

Why would he scare you, Mara?

Mara, what did you say to him?

-I don't know. I… I just… -Did you say anything about Lem?

Did you?

I think he might have figured it out.

Goddamn it.

What else, Mara?

What else did you say to him?

Huh?

I told him we didn't have any secrets.

[SHANE SIGHS]

You know who this guy is?

What he's done? The shit he can do, Mara?

Not just to me, but to you and Jacks? Huh?

What's he done?

The two of you,

what else have you done, Shane?

Huh?

What? Enough!

MARA: Is he gonna tell them about Lem?

Will they send you to prison?

-He's not gonna say anything… -You can't go to jail.

He's not gonna say anything to anybody.

Because I know everything he's done.

So you're a threat to him. Oh, God.

We gotta get out of here. We gotta get out of LA.

I know. I… I put a call in this morning to Vice

to try to get my spot back.

I'll work for a year or so.

I'll squirrel away enough for us to get out of here.

I just gotta take some precautions first.

What do you mean?

Listen to me. I… I don't want you to say anything, okay?

Just listen.

I want you to pack a bag for you and Jackson.

Just light, but enough to live on for a while.

-What're you gonna…? -Just listen to me.

All right, this is just a backup plan.

Just in case we gotta get out of here in a hurry, okay?

MARA: Oh, shit.

I am… I'm supposed to see Corrine tomorrow.

She's gonna give me some baby stuff.

You know what? That's good.

That's good. Make a day out of it.

Vic won't do anything to us when, uh,

we're with his wife and kid, right?

[SIGHS]

Our two key targets: Octavio Menez,

he's calling shots for the Salvadorans while Guardo's MIA.

SWAT, you're all about him, okay?

My team's on Santi Galas, his next in line as the Byz Lat CEO.

Captain.

The rest of you, know your man and your location.

We move to set positions in 15 minutes.

These scumbags live with family.

That means elderly and kids.

So safety off, but easy on the trigger.

Let's go. Okay.

Ronnie.

Ronnie, you're bringing in Hernan. They know Mackey,

we need a new face. We surveiled his apartment.

He lives with two other bangers so hit 'em hard.

Bedroom's on the southeast side.

Agent Talbert, ICE.

You can't run an op involving one of my men

without coordinating through my office.

Uh, this op is time-sensitive.

We didn't have time to run it by Washington.

Look, we got a pretty tight lid on this,

but we do need the contact password.

I'm not signing off. Then don't.

We'll do it with or without your help.

I'm putting a stop to this.

Fed suits swarming a local warrant sweep?

Might as well paint a bull's-eye on Hernan's back.

And we don't answer to your bosses. Let's go.

Shit. Hey.

Password's "honeycomb."

He calls you off for any reason, you let him go.

All right.

Take your positions. Move on my signal.

Let's go.

OFFICER: Let's go! Let's go!

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Police! Freeze!

-Honeycomb. -OFFICER: Let me see your hands!

Dónde está Santi?

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Goddamn it!

VIC: Santi's out the back!

[DOG BARKING]

-Police! -VIC: Go, go, go!

[GRUNTS]

Don't move.

VIC: Huh.

Godspeed.

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

[SANTI GRUNTS]

Can I help you?

Uh, Shane Vendrell.

One of Vic's guys.

Uh, Can I talk to you for a minute?

A minute, yeah.

NANCY: What do you need?

Uh, a few weeks ago, you gave, uh, Vic some information

about your late husband,

regarding Ben's time in Mexico. People he knew down there.

Well, Vic said he needed that stuff to close out Ben's case.

Right.

Well, I'm actually working a similar thing, and, uh…

And I'm gonna have to get those facts from you as well,

if you don't mind.

What case are you working? Wha… What is this?

I can't discuss the details with you, ma'am.

But you're gonna have to turn over that information.

I… I don't want to have to file a failure to cooperate charge.

I was married to a cop for 20 years, asshole.

Don't threaten me with bullshit charges.

Get out of here.

Your daughters know the truth about their father?

-What? -Know he ripped off the city?

Disgraced the badge for some dirty Latina snatch?

Shut up. They know he choked on his puke?

Died a poor miserable drunk in some Mexi shithole?

Those autopsy photos are brutal.

You want your daughters to see 'em?

I want those Mexican money contacts by tonight.

Or I show and tell your girls the whole ugly truth.

I'll show myself out.

[GIRLS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOOR SLAMS]

Look man, we… we know why you lied about San Marcos

being an internal Mexican beef.

What we don't know is the truth.

Mexicans got something big brewing.

Byz Lats are working the cartel outside of Mexico City.

Salvadorans want a piece of it.

Chopping the bodies at San Marcos

was all about sending the message to share.

Share what?

Only the captains know that.

That's why I needed that favor. Gotta earn my stripes.

And the missing limb of a Mexican government official?

I don't know how that got in the mix.

We can't afford a retaliation for the street fair shooting.

You need to mediate a peace between the Salvadoran bosses

and the Byz Lats.

There's no peace without the shooters paying the price.

I don't make the rules.

If we get the shooters, dump 'em in Chino,

let the Salvadorans celebrate with a little shiv-fest,

you think you could convince the Salvadoran Grand Poobah

to let that satisfy his blood lust?

Nah, Octavio's not gonna promote me to captain

if I'm runnin' around talking like Gandhi.

Talk like Trump, man.

Tell him it's about settling the beef

so everyone can get back to business.

I'll see what I can do.

You know who the Salvadorans were

who were swinging the machetes at San Marcos?

No, I don't. It'd be the death of my cover if I started asking.

The Salvadorans are closing ranks.

It's getting too dangerous for you to be out there.

I just spent six months in a Salvadoran lockup,

two years out here with these animals.

You're not pulling me out of this.

If he can help settle this beef, earn his stripes,

it could give us a front row seat

to whatever it is the Mexi gangs have brewing.

Okay.

Need a minute.

Got a call from Vice.

Shane's put in for his old position.

Makes sense. Lem gone.

Me being forced out maybe. It's the right move.

So you didn't know about it?

He also requested two weeks unpaid leave.

Same amount of time you might have left here.

This news bulletin have a point?

His downtime is gonna be denied.

It'll take two weeks to process his request.

Means you'll still be working together.

Fine. Then let me get back at it.

Don't leave me hanging here, Mackey.

If something happened between you two

that affects the job, I need to know.

What's affects the job is our friend getting blown to shit.

You got a problem with Shane, take it up with his team leader.

I'm just a hired hand here now.

The Byz Lats and the Salvadorans were playing nice together.

Paid them to protect your drug run.

VIC: Come on, Santi, don't you Biz Lat assholes know

you gotta get along with these psychos?

Either that or get a grenade shoved up your ass.

Ain't nothing up my ass except you.

Yeah? Well, how am I feeling?

HIATT: If these street fair shooters were to go down,

might make your life a whole lot easier.

Not to mention more profitable.

Blood's gonna keep spilling unless they feel vindicated.

I mean, you better settle this soon

or you're gonna have nothing left to run.

We know who the Salvadorans were

who hacked up your illegal cousins at San Marcos.

We were just waiting for some INS red tape to clear,

then we were gonna pick 'em up in a few days.

But maybe these guys get lost on the way back to the Barn.

End up in a bad neighborhood, somehow?

Tell me where to lose them.

If I sacrifice my own guys and give you the shooters.

Blood for blood.

The old-fashioned way.

The score's even.

The street calms down, everybody gets back to commerce, right?

Let me make a call.

It can't be traced.

Throwaway phone. Use all the minutes you need.

Hey, so where exactly are we gonna find

these San Marcos killers?

Somewhere, eventually.

That Gilroy's widow?

Nance, everything all right?

What the hell is your guy up to?

What guy?

That goddamn hillbilly.

That's interesting.

All right, what's going on? He showed up at my house today.

Wanted that information I gave you weeks ago.

Ben's Mexican contacts? Yeah.

He said he's working on some hush-hush case.

Nothing I know about.

I gave you those contacts on the QT.

If they find out that I was funneling money to him…

No, no, they won't. They won't.

I told IAD that I dug up that intel.

So they'd put Ben's case to bed.

Leave you and the girls alone.

So if I put a call in to IAD,

they'll know what I'm talking about?

Ah, Jesus Christ. It never ends, does it?

Look, I'll take care of Shane.

He threatened to tell my girls all the dirty details.

The embezzlement, the affair.

Gonna show them autopsy photos.

I have done everything in my power to keep them protected

from the wreckage of that asshole.

You rein him in, Vic, or so help me God.

No, I'll take care of it.

I'm sorry.

He's coming by tonight, late.

What the hell was that about?

Shane's getting ready for a long, cold winter.

He's looking for Gilroy's Mexican contacts.

He thinks you're coming after him?

Put in for a transfer to Vice too.

He's covering all his bases.

We gonna be one of the bases he tries to cover?

[MIDDLE EASTERN MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

I need to talk to the baker.

Okay.

[SPITS]

I Yezik. Can I help you?

What the hell is this shit? Barazek.

No wonder you give it away for free.

Tastes like old tires.

I here you got some old-school guy,

Kesakhian, running your bakery now.

I need to chat with him.

Don't know Kesakhian.

I see about a dozen health code violations in this room alone.

Gives me authority to start opening up all your ovens.

You sure all I'm gonna find is half-baked barazek?

Maybe I can take a message to someone.

That'd be swell, Yezik.

You tell Kesakhian I got a business proposition for him.

I'm a cop he's gonna need to know.

Shane's… He's just so hard to access sometimes.

Did Vic talk about the job much?

Not really.

I'd ask him about things, try to get him to open up.

After a while, I stopped asking.

Shane tells me some stuff.

That's probably better. It'll keep you close.

I gotta be honest, sometimes I wish he didn't tell me anything.

It kind of freaks me out.

Well, the job sucks.

Turned our marriage bad and made him hard.

He wasn't like that when I first met him.

He was pretty sweet, actually.

He's had a tough run.

The IAD charges and stuff with…

Yeah, those were all bullshit.

Yeah.

He had nothing to do with Lem's murder.

I know.

And I am glad it got worked out.

Yeah. We all are.

It's the, uh, off duty shit

that scares me the most.

You know?

No, I don't.

I'm gonna get you more juice.

Eduardo Romero.

Mexico's Assistant Secretary of Trade and Export,

Eduardo Senior, Vice Secretary of Finance.

How's this guy's hacked off arm doing in Farmington.

Where's the rest of the corpse?

You… You sure you know where you're going?

I used to troll for UCLA hotties when I was in community college.

Wasn't gonna take them back to my shithole in Alhambra

so I'd drive up here,

say I'm going to my folks' place.

This worked?

BILLINGS: You'd be surprised.

DUTCH: How'd you pull it off?

BILLINGS: Never went in.

I'd find a place with the lights on,

tell 'em my folks came home early.

We'd have to go to her place.

It's amazing how quick the thighs spring open

when they think your folks got coin.

[CHUCKLES]

Looks like Eduardo's ex found herself a rich gringo.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

You know, Dutch, I could teach you a few things

about women if you want.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Why don't you write 'em down and I can read them at my leisure.

Kesakhian?

I'm an associate, Ellis Rezian.

What the hell is this shit, man? I wanted to speak to Kesakhian.

[REZIAN SPEAKING IN ARMENIAN]

I'm sorry.

You want to talk business. We're here in good faith.

Kesakhian's insulated.

Rumors must be true.

Old-world muscle's moving back in the hood, huh?

Just trying to teach our American-born

about loyalty and respect.

Maybe I can help.

Set a good example.

It's been a while

since we had a good relationship with law enforcement.

Chopping off people's feet will strain a relationship.

We'd like to fix that. That's funny. I'm a fixer.

There's a new gas station on Talmadge. Iraqi-owned.

Apparently they have their own Arab-based petrol supplier.

Sounds fishy.

Could be funneling money back to al Qaeda.

Better check it out.

That would give me comfort. You and me both.

Thanks for coming down.

Must be important, to drive all the way out to my house.

Uh, we just need to ask you a few questions.

-WOMAN: About? -Your ex-husband.

When, uh… when was the last time you saw him?

Years ago. Before I got remarried.

Still talk to him occasionally. Why?

Eduardo's severed arm was found with several other dead bodies.

We haven't been able to locate the rest of Eduardo yet.

Oh, my God.

Has anybody from the Mexican government contacted you?

Explained he was missing? No.

We're trying to piece together what he was doing in LA.

Who his contacts were.

He came up here.

Twice a year, maybe three.

You know why?

He had family interests to attend to.

Never got specific.

Always stayed in a small hotel in Koreatown.

Could've afforded better but this place is private.

Where are we on Romero and San Marcos?

Eduardo Romero checked into a hotel under an alias

two days before they hacked his arm off.

That's why we couldn't find him.

Manager says he hasn't been back.

BILLINGS: Hotel manager gave us

the plate number of the Mercedes he was driving.

It's an open-ended rental out of LAX.

Car hasn't been returned yet.

Well, whoever was driving that car

either chopped up Romero and the bodies on San Marcos,

or they know who did it.

DUTCH: High-end rentals all have LoJacks.

We're on our way there now. Okay.

Salvadorans are on board.

Let's see where the Mexicans are at.

We'll settle our part of the deal when we're alone.

Byz Lats wanted to do the right thing.

I can give you three shooters.

We have witnesses who saw six.

I'm saying there's only three.

And you stop looking for any others.

We're not gonna do any better. Three murderers walk free.

And three don't.

It closes this case, gives us a break from more bloodshed.

Okay.

Bring 'em in.

The others will find their way into our net eventually.

The place you tracked me down, put the gun to my head.

Lose the Salvadorans there.

We'll teach 'em how to use a machete.

You wanna get some backup on this?

What if Santi's setting us up?

His three shooters could be 10. Nah, this is a straight-up deal.

He wants us off the scent

of whatever the Byz Lats have brewing.

Giving up these idiots is a bargain.

[MAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

You're not gonna believe this.

[MOANING]

[WHISPERS] What? What is it?

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]

Spin 'em this way. We'll go in the side door.

Let's go.

[GRUNTING]

Show me your hands! Police!

Get against the wall right now! Against the wall!

Don't move. Show me your hands.

On your head, man. On your head.

Don't you move.

All aboard.

Black Mercedes is in the garage.

Ready?

Don't move! Hands on your head! Hands on your head!

Turn around.

Eduardo Romero?

Sí.

Glad we found the rest of you.

-It's okay. We're the police. -ROMERO: Fine. Leave.

We need to ask you a few questions first.

What happened to half of your arm?

I'm a Mexican official. Diplomatic immunity.

And I told you to leave.

We need to get you to a hospital.

OFFICER: Dutch.

You ever hear of traveler's checks?

The consulate office is furious.

Claim Romero explicitly told you not to bring him down here.

Brought him in for his own good, Protective Custody.

They chopped the guy's arm off.

Diplomatic immunity, Dutch. International protocol.

This guy lost his arm at a grisly crime scene.

He had a suitcase full of unexplained cash.

He was present at the San Marcos murders.

Mexican consulate's gonna be here in 5 minutes.

We'll never see this guy again.

How we supposed to stop that?

Romero held on to that cash like it was his missing hand.

Going home without it is not an option.

We want him to stick around,

we make sure his $230,000 luggage gets lost.

That amount of money is booked.

Technically, we should notify and send to Narcotics.

Thirty-five percent of bills test positive for drug residue.

A lot of bills, a lot of testing.

Could be tied up in the system a while.

I'll expect a lot of angry calls from diplomats.

Mexican and our own.

But maybe Romero hangs around LA long enough

for us to get into him and crack this case.

Get that suitcase out of here

before his "get out of the country free" card shows up.

Open it.

Your bail came through.

Let's go.

[ALL CHATTERING IN SPANISH]

These are the shotgun Mexis,

broke up your little street fair today.

Too bad you can't hang around for a little while,

get better acquainted.

Get out. Get out.

Get out.

And we kept our end of the deal, delivered the shooters.

Let's hope Hernan can keep his. He will.

We stopped the blood, for now.

Thanks again for the toys.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry if I said too much earlier.

-I got a lot on my mind… -Listen, it's no problem.

I've been there myself, so…

Something happened between Vic and Shane.

Some kind of rift and it's pretty bad.

I don't get involved in Vic's business.

Well, I get involved in Shane's.

We're still married. And I'm worried about him.

Maybe you should talk to your children's father.

What, you think Vic's gonna do something to him?

Tell Vic we don't want any trouble.

He can get hurt too. What?

He has just as much to lose as we do, if not more.

What the hell are you talking about?

Just tell him, okay?

Hey.

Number one? How much?

All of it.

I need to see your supply invoices.

My gasoline is legal, man.

I'm the one with the badge, Abdul.

I'll decide whether it's legal or not.

Y… You can't just order me to show information.

You need a warrant.

Might wanna have a look at that badge.

That gives me the right to your receipts.

Agh! I'm a citizen, man.

Yeah? Not in my world.

[GRUNTING]

-You can't… -Agh!

See here you got a shipment coming tonight from Nawzad Oil.

Maybe they're on the Homeland Security watch.

You're gonna refuse that shipment.

That's bullshit, man. I need the gasoline.

Don't worry, another supplier will be here tomorrow

to fill up all your tanks.

-What supplier? -I'm not sure.

But I'm guessing it ends in I-A-N.

The Armenians. They put you up to this?

Agh! Nobody puts me up to anything.

I'm just a guy

looking out for the best interests of his country.

I'll be back tonight to check on your patriotism.

Where's Hernan?

He called me. He's 20 minutes late.

I know, we lost contact with him.

What's that mean?

Any way you guys could have compromised his cover?

No. No, you saw our operation.

It was strictly on a need-to-know basis.

Shit.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Claudette Wyms, captain at the Barn.

I, uh, found this buried under the paperwork

when I moved into my office.

It was taken from Ben when he was being processed.

Never made its way back to you.

[SCOFFS]

And you thought now would be the right time to return them?

No.

You seemed upset at the Barn today.

Wondering if I could help.

It's nothing. It's taken care of.

I have two girls.

A little older, same age difference.

Can't find a picture of my ex anywhere either.

Guess we know how to pick 'em, right?

Mine had his demons.

He was shot in the head in the front seat of the car

with my eldest sitting next to him.

How they dealing with that?

I don't know. Seem okay.

Never know what's going on in their heads.

No, they don't tell you anything.

Well, after a while you stop asking.

Good night.

You ever blame yourself?

Putting 'em through all that shit?

Not anymore.

Good for you.

You need my help, you call me.

A few weeks ago,

Vic wanted to know how Ben got a hold of cash

down in Mexico.

You wired him the money when he was on the run?

That would be aiding and abetting.

Tough choice for a wife and mother.

Vendrell came by today, wanted the same information.

He was all jacked up.

I just don't want Vic and his guys to…

I won't let 'em hurt you in this.

DANNY: One-Tango-13, I have a white male,

possible DB. Requesting an RA unit.

TINA: Jesus.

Thinking premium or regular unleaded?

[CHATTER]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

Don't come to this house again.

Keeping the widow warm since the old man's been gone?

You've destroyed enough families.

You leave hers alone.

Don't worry.

It's not like it's a live grenade or anything.

It's Gilroy's Mexican information.

Good luck on the goat farm.

I hear Juárez PD's looking for a few good hombres.

Think if I was gonna run,

I'd set up the same deal we had for Lem?

One you knew all the details to?

Come on, Vic, you taught me better than that.

I knew if I cranked up Nancy's motor it'd get you here.

On neutral ground.

So that I could give you this.

What is it?

The original is in a warm, safe place.

Now, anything happens to me

or my wife or my son,

even my mailman, anybody that I am close to,

that lands on IAD's doorstep.

Just imagine every wrong,

brutal thing we have ever done.

It's hard to do, isn't it?

We've done so many.

[TIRES SCREECH]

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