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Hey. Take a break.

You ready?

Hey.

Shh.

Is Cromo strapped? Let's find out.

We'll let you take the first round, sweetheart.

Yeah. He got a gun, and it's loaded.

How do you wanna do this, boss?

Cuff them to something outside.

Got it.

Right here, ladies.

This better be important, you stupid goddamn bitch.

Sure is, you stupid goddamn bitch. Let's go.

Let's go. Hands on your head, behind your head now.

Come on, corn row, let's go.

You okay?

Two minutes later, I would've been doing a lot better.

Raping a minor. Doesn't that break some pimp code of ethics?

Man, she bragged she was 18.

You see, she wanted it. It's like a Kobe thing.

Yeah?

Looks like you just lost your endorsement deal.

Let's go, Kobe.

What the hell happened, man?

Ah, it's just a scrape. I'll be okay.

Hey, I miss you and your guys coming in here.

I figured with all the free meals, you'd be happy to be rid of us.

I need a favour. Remember Cyril, the kid that works for me?

Hasn't shown up in a couple of weeks until this morning.

He ripped off your payroll?

Yeah, I tried to stop him. Shoved me out of the way.

He only got 30 bucks.

He a rockhead?

Come on, Cal.

Only one thing that turns a good kid into a thief that fast.

I didn't wanna lead with that.

I was afraid you wouldn't wanna help if you knew about the drugs.

Oh, and this one I should?

I just thought maybe you could help me put him on the straight.

Excuse me. There's a shipment for you. A bunch of Polaroid cameras.

Oh, uh, stack them on that desk over there.

Now we have. I'm Monica Rawling.

So can I ask what the cameras are for?

David needs to push the transition meeting.

Okay.

I didn't see any paperwork for cameras.

You're leaving with David, right?

Of course. Why?

No reason.

What are you doing in here?

I'm, uh...

Our... Our men's room doesn't work. We all share this one.

No, we don't.

Yeah, we... We do. We...

You mean, we don't share with you?

Uh, somebody in there.

Hey, Dutch Boy's been promoted to bathroom monitor.

It's a shitty job, but someone's gotta do it.

Big man, pass these out to the unis.

Seventeen-year-old base chaser.

Anybody sees him, call me.

All yours.

I got a teenager on a drug tear. Friend of a friend.

I'll track him down before he does any damage.

I wanna give you the heads-up.

You should tell your CO.

Like I said, I wanna give you a heads-up.

Like I said, I'm not in charge yet.

Seriously, tell Aceveda.

All right, Social Services is on the way,

so just wait in the other room, sweetheart.

Ohhh.

Such a fine line, isn't it?

Amen, brother.

Book him with two of those and pocket the other one.

It's currency on the street.

We use the blow to buy intel on the next asshole.

Hm.

You serious?

How'd you think I got Night Train to give up this place?

Look, it's old school Vice, baby. Use the world to bust the world.

Hm.

All right.

Hey...

it's all good in the 'hood, brother.

Sorry, Nance.

The Mexican authorities sent him back.

I got the call this morning.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we're here to ID Ben Gilroy.

You family?

Wife and, uh, friend.

Give me a minute.

How are the girls taking it?

Haven't told them yet.

They can barely wrap their brains around him leaving the first time.

Yeah.

Follow me, please.

Nance, you don't have to see him this way.

I just don't wanna feel sorry for the piece of shit.

Federales found him with a bunch of fake Mexican IDs

and an expired California driver's licence.

Benjamin Wescott Gilroy?

Shit.

That a positive ID?

How'd he die?

Take your pick. Cirrhosis, malnutrition.

Official cause was suffocation.

Aspirated on his own vomit.

Christ, this guy was the assistant police chief?

What happened?

Take your pick.

Hai-yee!

Pimp's in the Barn, and we having a ho down!

It is the lord of the Vice.

Just here to brighten up your day, you bunch of sad little desk monkeys.

Who's the cowboy?

A guy I used to run with. He jumped over to Vice, Central Bureau.

Guessing by the look on your face, it ended shit-side up.

No, just haven't seen him for a while.

How's that new partner working out?

It clicks.

Yeah, I gotta get back to this.

Yeah, get to it.

Cyril's got two juvie hearings pending.

One for crack cocaine and the other's for public lewdness.

Getting head on a bench in Griffith Park.

The head attached to a name?

Oh, she fled.

Cops got a description. Uh...

Slight, blond, piercings, early 20s.

You know what?

I spoke to the Jesus-whacked mom.

Her address is different than the one he gave

when he got busted in the park, could be the blond's place.

Phew.

You know, it's strange.

Clubhouse being this way.

Yeah. Thanks for unsealing this.

It's cool. Hey, heard about Gilroy.

Yeah, burial's tomorrow. It'd be great if you could make it.

I'm trying to give him a decent send off.

Is, uh, Shane going?

I don't know.

211 in progress, Darmond Wash 'n' Go. 612 Ames Street.

Hands up!

Untangled 13. Code 6.

Stop! Police!

Don't move. Don't move.

Second shooter ran out the back. Cover this.

On the ground now. On the ground now.

Hang on. Okay, stay still. Just stay still.

I have an update on the Garage Sting that I think you two might wanna hear.

Who's that with him?

Lewis Sperling, guy we flipped to give us the sting.

Other than a few busts in the first month,

our cameras haven't turned up anything.

No major deals, no major connections.

I can't control what folks say and do.

You played us, Lewis.

Set up another corporation in your daughter's name.

That's a violation of the terms of your deal.

I got two ex-wives, five kids.

I can't mak e a living with you guys perpetually up my ass.

Maybe Mackey couldn't figure out how you were end-running us, but I did.

You tipped off big-fish clients.

They gave you seed money to start a new company.

You got your income back, they got a new place to launder cash.

Jesus...

how'd you miss this?

I'll give you more names.

From the new business.

Bigger guys.

I don't think so, Lewis. It's over.

And now you're going to jail.

Six months and thousands of tax dollars pissed away.

At least now we know why.

I dropped the ball.

Little late for the humble-servant routine.

I'll set up the collars on the ones we have, make sure it gets done right.

Oh, and you're the man to do it right?

Just let him fix the problem, okay?

Sir, there are two people dead at that laundromat robbery.

One of them's an officer-involved shooting.

Shit. What do we know?

Two suspects. Looks like a Hispanic male and a white female.

Do we have a description of the shooters?

Just the girl, she's one of the DOAs.

Blond, pierced nose, 120 pounds.

What?

This shooting might have something to do with the kid that I'm looking for.

Your wayward juvie's tied in with a 187?

If you're trying to win me over, it's not working.

Little Bonnie and Clyde shot and killed the manager for $11 in quarters.

The boy got away.

You pull a name and address on the girl?

Hope Anthony. 9246 East Olympic.

Goddamn it.

Problem?

You got that Xerox picture of Cyril on you?

Yeah. Run it by the witnesses.

Hey, I, uh, think the other shooter's this kid I've been looking for.

Unbelievable. Putting cops at risk by running this off the grid?

I didn't have all the facts...

Well, at least you're consistent.

Give information on the kid to Billings

and finish closing out the Garage Sting.

It sounded like you had something more you wanted to share up there.

What if I did? Who are you?

Captain Rawling. Aceveda's on his way out.

I'll be deciding what happens in the Barn.

Well, I got a name will spin your pretty little head around.

Well, my pretty little head doesn't spin that easy.

Who is it?

I want my deal back in place.

No jail time.

That deal got flushed with your corporate switcheroo.

You gotta put something real on the table,

or the DA won't even take my call.

No deal, no name.

No problem then.

There he is. Yeah.

It's me. I just messengered you a package.

Is it ticking? Sort of.

It's a class-action lawsuit against Pyren Merril Pharmaceutical Company.

What's that got to do with us?

Well, it claims that the rise in autism is due to a vaccine preservative.

Vaccines that both Matthew and Megan got when they were 2.

Well, that was right around when... I know. I know.

There's a deadline. We need to sit down, talk with the lawyer.

Okay. How about tomorrow morning when I drop off Cassy?

Great. I'll set it up,

and I will see you then. Bye.

Armando Renta, this is Vic Mackey. Good to meet you.

Army's fresh off a 14-month roll in Shock and Awe.

Gave those sand pigs a little taste of the red, white and brown.

Mission accomplished? That's what they told us.

So it must be true.

How you like running with Wild Bill?

Beats going door to door in Baghdad.

Now it's hick and the spic.

That's clever. Can you give us a minute?

So, um, what's up?

We need to know who's running crack in Ashmore Heights these days.

That's hard to say. Last few weeks, someone's flooded the market.

Every pusher in the hood's rock-heavy, scrambling to unload product.

Since when do you need help powder tracking?

You hear about Gilroy?

What, is he back in town?

Yeah, spilling his guts at the morgue.

Drank himself to death.

They're gonna bury him tomorrow, you should be there.

I wanted the guy dead.

Well, you got your wish.

This is about his wife and kids now.

You forgetting he threatened your family? He hung you out to IAD?

Money and pussy make man do evil shit.

But before all that, he was a friend.

Some bodies in blue should show respect.

I'll see if I can shake myself free.

So we, uh, done?

I, uh...

I got some worries about what I saw over at Dead-Eye's the other night.

Well, stop worrying.

Dead-Eye was about to start C.I. duties for me.

Tracking Antwon Mitchell's new game, until someone tapped his mute button.

Now I'm watching Antwon.

So if you got any kind of relationship...

I got no relationship with him.

Then I got no problem.

Everything cool?

Yeah, it's all good. You ready?

It's gonna take two, maybe three days to lay a new piece of pipe.

Get started. I wanna hear flushing in 48 hours.

What's going on?

Having the men's room repaired.

I didn't fix the men's room 'cause it would've chewed up 35% of our budget.

That's my worry now.

Plumbing crews, cameras.

Either you're completely naïve about our financial constraints,

which I doubt, or you've got something planned.

I'm instituting seizures... across the board:

cars, houses, businesses. Anything drug or gang-related.

Asset forfeiture? The chief will never go...

It's already signed on.

Pol Com too.

Citizens here can't afford lawyers to fight seized assets.

He's not worried about pissing off dealers

'cause we swiped their pimp rides.

We're gonna target the right people.

And you're thinking of using Mackey for this?

I'm still deciding. I mean, your letter made him untradeable.

I have to use him somewhere.

Keep him parked inside.

Anything else is dangerous. Trust me.

Appreciate your input.

I need a signature to start the work.

So why is this the first I'm hearing about all this?

Oh, it happened fast. Thanks.

Anyway, after tomorrow it's mine to win or lose.

She was unconscious when they brought her in. Fishnets, spandex.

I don't think she was out walking her dog.

Hooker rape?

The name she put on her form is Olive Martini.

This is the only thing that she had on her.

Ralph's card. That's official.

She's in 6.

I'll go see if she's shaken or stirred.

Oh, you know what? Test results aren't gonna be in until this afternoon.

I usually, uh, grab a taco across the street.

From Rullio's?

We treat at least four cases of food poisoning a week from that place.

It got an A in the window.

Stands for acute gastritis.

Did you say Room 6?

Olive has left the building.

Okay.

James has got a family friend, thinks you two would hit it off.

Really?

She does public-affairs work. Smart.

For some reason, she likes cops.

What's she look like?

Petite, dark-skinned, attractive.

She black?

Never mind.

What?

I... I dated a black girl in college.

Quarter black. I mean, you could definitely tell.

Forget it. What's on the raped hooker's grocery card?

Uh... No address, bogus phone number.

Hey, if James thinks we should...

What hooker?

Paramedics took her over to Mission Cross.

She was beaten, sexually assaulted.

Gave a fake name and disappeared.

Did you have hospital personnel go through the mug books?

No.

Where did the attack happen?

We don't know yet.

Is there anything you do know?

Last week, she bought 3 gallons of Chablis and 11 boxes of condoms.

If she's pissed off a pimp, her life could be in danger.

Why don't you see if anyone's called it in to 911?

Transport's running late.

You'll miss lunch call at county.

You think my price is a couple of candy bars?

Maybe you think better on a full stomach.

I'm thinking fine.

I called the DA.

They won't budge without a name first.

Looks like we got ourselves an old-fashioned stalemate.

Yeah, I guess so.

Except I'm going home to a warm bed tonight.

You go home to them.

Got a 911 call came in from a payphone outside a Korean bakery.

They were robbed 11 times last year. They installed state-of-the-art surveillance.

Cameras picked this up early this morning.

We have the face of our victim.

And the back of a rapist's head.

Make some dubs of that tape. The DA's gonna need a copy.

And let me know when you locate her.

Clear that out...

Hey, yo.

What are you building, Antwon?

You here to pitch in?

Forgot my tool belt at home.

Still got my cuffs though.

Ah. House was in foreclosure.

Crackheads took it over, so we took it back.

Helped the owners get back on their feet.

MLK to Jimmy Carter.

You got all your bases covered, don't you?

I got work to do, man.

Hey, we're looking for this kid.

Put the word out to your dealers. Give me a heads-up if he tries to score.

I run a rec centre.

Just because you pound nails into some poor slob's house doesn't mean shit to me.

We both know you run drugs, not a rec centre.

All right.

My next step, I start sweating the slangers.

Those pussies always give up chain of command.

I wanna eradicate the crack epidemic as much as you, man,

but my relationship to...

Hold that lie.

Yeah?

Beauty. Hang on.

Lem may have a lead on Cyril's drug dealer.

That gives you 20 minutes to find me a short cut to this missing kid

before I start twisting the truth out of his dealer.

There he is on the black bike. Right there.

Cops!

You little dick!

Park the Schwinn, shithead.

This is why you should always wear a helmet.

Where'd he go? Where?

Ran out the back.

Hey, put that shit down.

Goddamn it. He swallowed.

Shit. Come here.

Goddamn it.

You sell to him? Did you?

Did you?

You know what, he seems a little bound up.

He bought a crumb from me a couple hours ago.

Asshole paid in quarters.

Where's he now?

Don't know, never sold to him before.

Bullshit. He ain't a regular. That's the truth.

I swear to God, man. I swear. I swear.

Get on your feet.

Hey, clean up, Aisle 4.

You're really gonna set up your office down here.

I feel more at home on the floor with the grunts.

For someone who's supposed to be observing,

you sure are awfully active.

I saw you chatting with Lewis Sperling.

Just trying to talk some sense into him while he's still ours.

I closed down the Garage Sting.

Your instincts six months ago were right.

It's got great potential. It just took a wrong turn.

It's been compromised. It's dead.

The AG C angle, yes.

But the new business that Lewis set up is untainted.

You got a good system in place, we own the spyware.

We get the bugs in the cars. We're back in business.

Yeah. You don't have the authority yet to be interviewing suspects,

getting the goddamn toilet fixed or overturning my decisions.

So until you're actually in my office... observe.

That the kid you almost choked out with a bottle mustard?

Who ratted, the condiment weasel?

Kid's a novice. He was swallowing open jums of crack.

I induced vomiting. Saved his goddamn life.

I'm still allowed to save lives, right?

I want a complete report.

Oh, sure. Have one for you the day after tomorrow.

Oh, that's right. You'll be gone. I'll mail one to you.

We can't post these in the Barn.

Looks like the department sanctioned people to attend the funeral.

It's just a flier.

Cyril forged you this cheque from his boss's restaurant.

This bounced, man. Kid didn't even write this anyway.

It was this blond t-girl. She said she worked there.

Is this her?

Shit.

That's her? Yeah.

She's a tranny?

She tried to blow me to cover it. I ain't down with that "chicks with dicks" shit.

So I said no, she came with the cheque.

So where did he-she score from you?

I ain't saying no more, man.

You saw what I could do with a bottle of mustard.

You imagine me with the butt of a gun. Huh?

Underhell.

Underhell?

Under the tile factory by the freeway.

All right, thanks.

Coroner just confirmed it. Hope had a rope.

Here we go.

Jesus. There's a cop.

There! Gun!

Hold on, hold your fire. He's dry firing, the gun's empty.

Cyril, drop the gun, kid. Cyril!

Cyril! Put the gun down, kid.

All right, Cyril, that's it. It's over, come on.

On your feet. Get up.

Come on, kid.

Look, I done nothing wrong.

I don't know why Barbie and Skipper hauled my ass down here.

They... found you tricking.

We just wanna know what happened to you.

Yeah, like you're real concerned.

I was walking to the market.

Someone jumped me. Woke up in the ER.

We have security tape that shows the assault, Olive.

Then go arrest the prick.

We can't identify him.

Me either, then.

Hey, Olive's prints came back.

Real name, Olivia Kenshaw. She's mapped.

Restricted from the zone where she was raped.

And she's HIV positive.

How long have you been tricking sick?

I don't know. Ten months.

Risk is hype. Make all my customers strap up.

What about the guy who raped you? Was he using a condom?

He wanted it. He got it.

What about all the innocent people he could infect?

Please. They should all die sore and ugly.

We just need his name or a description.

And I just need a pussy ain't so stretched.

You've been mapped with HIV, Olivia.

State considers that attempted murder.

You'll do real time.

Do you know how hard it is to get the cocktail inside?

If I give him up, I want the other charges dropped.

I could ask the DA.

I want some kind of guarantee, and I want it in writing.

DA will never go for it. She's got a four-page sheet, mapped with HIV.

You mean, the DA will never go for it because it's our case.

Well, that doesn't help.

I'll go play good cop.

I already played good cop.

I'll play better cop.

What's that about?

Captain-hooker confidentiality.

So, uh, what's James' friend's name?

Forget it.

Just because I asked if she was black, doesn't mean I'm a racist.

And there are plenty of sisters I think are hot.

Halle Berry, uh, Tyra Banks.

Beyoncé.

What?

Cyril, who put you on the rock, Cyril? Who's your main score?

Fat Benish.

Where can I find Fat Benish?

Where, Cyril?

Above Pip's Quick Lube.

Ronnie, Cyril's dealer is a cat named Benish.

He lives above the Quick Lube on Hauser. Get a warrant.

Is he making sense yet?

Eh, he's pretty doped up. He's detoxing.

Cop downstairs said it was the other shooter that killed the woman at the laundromat.

That clears Cyril.

He was part of the robbery. Makes it his murder too.

He didn't know what he was doing.

It's that shit rock. What about the guy that sold him the crack?

I'm taking care of his dealer.

Look, he's gonna be asleep for a while. Why don't you go home, get some rest?

I wanna be here when he wakes up.

I think you're in a lot of pain.

I don't need pity.

Not pity.

Compassion.

Even if you don't think you're worthy of it.

We're guilty of perpetuating that.

Letting the streets take care of themselves.

Got that right.

Can you tell me what happened?

You seen the tape.

I did.

And I am so sorry.

He was at the end of an all-nighter.

Paid for a suck.

Got me in the back alley.

Threw the first punch before I could hit my knees.

It was all about the hurt with this guy.

Hey, I see you got our ho basket.

It's a nice addition to your stable.

Don't know if they worth a thing.

Let me tell you how this works.

You and the syphilis brigade

see anything, hear anything, new players, new product,

anything happens on the street, I'm your first call.

Got that?

All right, Venus, you come with us.

What for?

To suck his big Latin dick.

This ain't for real.

It's the only way to establish dominance with these slit mongers. Tail's the only currency they know.

Then let her suck you off. Come on, man, I'm married.

Look, you got an ED thing happening, just say so.

Blow me. I'll let her. Come on, sweetheart.

Now just sit back and relax, all right? Enjoy the ride.

You getting some back-alley Clinton is really gonna help the cause.

Two's a mouthful, three's a crowd.

Yeah.

Man, Venus is going at it like she's taking rust off a low-rider.

That's some Boss Hogg bullshit, man.

Let's talk percentages.

Percentages? Yeah.

Keeping you and your girls out of lockup is gonna require additional man hours.

That's gonna cost you 10 percent.

That wasn't part of the deal.

Yeah, well, make no mistake.

There is no deal here.

This is you doing what I say,

or else you getting a cap in the back of your ear

and something we like to call "in the line of duty. "

Now, sit back down.

If you're dicking us around again, not only won't you get your deal,

we'll make sure you do your time in Solano.

Warden's a friend of mine. You think the inmates are bad?

Wait till you spend some happy time with the guards.

Alex Kozodav.

The taxi king?

Old school Russian mob.

Any other cab tries to pick up a fare in Farmington,

both car and driver end up stolen and chopped.

Ever since the Armenian money train got jacked,

the Russians have been looking for another place to launder their cash.

And you've been more than willing to help for a fee.

I'm also putting radios in his cars.

You ever see Taxicab Confessions?

Kozi cabs are the Russian's favourites.

A lot of potential marks.

Well, I'll see if there's a deal to be made.

Signed, sealed and deceitful. Bring him in, you can release her.

Bust her again, it's attempted murder. Make sure she's clear on that.

Got it.

Thanks for running interference for us.

My pleasure.

Another win for Billings.

Okay, Olivia, let's take a look at some of our mug shots of known sexual offenders.

He's white, pierced tongue, delivers pizza.

Has one of those pizza-shack things on the top of his car.

I just talked with Lewis.

Apparently, his ride left without him?

Lewis' name.

Alex Kozodav.

L.A. boss, Russian organized crime.

This guy's on everybody's top 10 list.

The DA wants to play ball.

I think you are making decisions to settle a grudge.

Decisions I'm gonna have to live with.

These property seizures that you want to impose,

who's gonna have to live with those decisions?

I could've let Lewis get lost in the system for a couple of days,

taken the credit when you were gone.

But you've earned this.

I figured we could... present it to the chief together.

I'll take a look at it.

Shit!

God!

Somebody torched Benish's place.

God.

Hey, chief. Hey, I got a warrant to search upstairs.

Pretty hot in there right now.

Yeah, I'm aware of that. Any way of putting it down?

I doubt it. We've already lost a couple of blowers.

All right. Thanks.

Hey, who owns the bikes?

Fat guy. He lives there.

You sure?

You don't forget a 300-pound dude on a scooter.

Check the plates.

Oh, man.

What's the matter, fat man?

You got insurance, don't you?

Yeah, I'm in real good hands.

It's too bad about your little crack factory upstairs.

What's that smell? Oh, yeah.

You got smoke.

I ran the VIN numbers on your scooters.

Stolen the same night six other bikes got jacked.

I got grand theft.

Antwon Mitchell, he the one filling the cesspool with new rock?

Rumour is, Mr. Mitchell's walking the straight and narrow now.

Oh, it's gonna be hard maintaining that edge in the joint

when gen pop finds out you're the little red scooter bandit.

There's been a crack flood 'cause everybody's dumping what they got.

Why?

It's getting pushed out.

Crack's bad business.

Cluckers all crazy, die fast, strip a hood of its potential.

Pushed out for what?

Tar.

Heroin?

Sleepers hold a job. Less crime, less heat, everybody wins.

Antwon the one enforcing that mandate?

That part of his community salvation?

Ain't no salvation here.

Yeah?

Look ed into Ashmore.

Niners used to have the lion's share, but since this new product hit town, it's real messy.

It ain't new product. It's old.

The street's dumping all their crack to make way for tar heroin.

Who told you that?

A guy with weight.

I'll see you. Try to mak e it to the funeral.

Vic, inspector says it started with a grease fire.

What? Engine grease?

Cooking grease.

Shit.

How many more pictures of this kid I might find if I start opening drawers?

What are you talking about? I care about him.

Guy dealing to Cyril, his place got torched tonight.

Fire was started with cooking grease.

You're not a very good criminal, Cal.

I smell the smoke. Please don't make me search the place.

You screwing this kid?

Don't say that.

Are you?

He slept here.

But I never laid a hand on him.

He wanted to get the operation when he turned 18.

I told him I'd pay for it. We were... We were gonna be together.

Jesus Christ!

I'm sorry.

I... I know it was wrong.

You could've hurt someone setting that fire, Cal!

Nobody was home.

That dealer took away the only thing I love.

You know what that feels like?

You know what that feels like?

Call a lawyer.

When the detectives come, don't say anything.

Get rid of the photos. The dresses too.

Thimerosal has been used as a vaccine preservative since the '30s,

even though it's 49 percent mercury.

Which is extremely toxic, especially with children under 3.

And you think this mercury in the vaccine is the missing link?

The increase in the rate of autism

parallels the rise in thimerosal exposure,

all broken down in the science there.

Wha...? They're just figuring this out now?

Look, forgive the hard press,

but the statute of limitations is running out on Matthew.

You have only three years from the time of diagnosis to file a suit.

Okay.

There's no legal fees, Mr. Mackey. We only collect if we win the case.

But expert witness costs are expensive.

Ten to $15,000 per child.

Jesus.

Yeah. Well, you got a lot to think about,

so, uh, why don't you take some time and let me know what you decide?

I know someone should pay.

And that's it.

I can't think of anything else I need to tell you.

You seem to have strong opinions on how you wanna do things.

Okay.

Well...

we can tell the bosses we had our transition meeting.

Thanks.

Oh, there is one more thing.

I spoke to Chief Bankston.

He seems to be excited at the prospect

of netting Alex Kozodav.

So the Garage Sting will stay up and running.

Did my name come up?

Oh, I don't believe so.

But Vic's name did.

Chief wants him running the project, which keeps him on a tight leash.

You'll thank me for that.

Sorry for your loss.

Excuse me.

You didn't have to come.

I knew Ben a little... in better years.

Yeah, me too.

Puts everyday bullshit in perspective.

I told Aceveda about Kozodav.

He went behind my back, got the chief pregnant on the idea.

Took credit, covered his ass.

He also convinced the chief that you should still run the Sting.

Means I gotta find someone else to head up the task force.

I can do both.

Look... Ronnie knows the drill, he can handle the Garage stuff.

Put me back on the street

with the unis.

Nobody knows the bangers better than I do.

Please.

Put me somewhere where I can make a dent.

The only way I can sell that to the chief

is I give Internal Affairs full access to the Barn.

Open house.

Means you can play hard, but... I get it.

IAD gets a whiff of anything dirty near these seizures,

me, this policy, everything,

it's dead in the water.

I'll do it right.

Okay.

Go to the car. Go on.

I know that, uh, you're the one that got this turnout.

Means a lot to my girls.

He was my oldest friend.

You doing okay?

I hope he was scared and alone and in a lot of pain.

He had his demons, Nance.

He had a dick he couldn't keep in his pants.

Threw away 20 years on the job.

He shit all over this family.

Just right there.

That's really nice. Have one.

Hey.

Thank you. All right.

We gave you Cromo and his underage hit.

But the girls, that was Antwon paying back a favour.

You, you taking a piece, that makes him look the fool.

Yeah? You tell the great reformist that's the cost of doing business.

Doesn't work that way.

What doesn't work is me finding out second-hand

about dealers dumping crack to make room for tar.

I don't know nothing about that, man.

Yeah, course you wouldn't.

You're just his slow-witted bitch.

What?

Oh, shit.

Just relax, policeman.

Chill.

It's just a beeper.

Just a beeper, all right?

From now on, it's me and you face-to-face or nothing at all, you got that?

You got that?!