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Narrator: Previously on the shield:

Vic: My here and now is how to bring down pezuela

in the ten days I still have a badge.

Aceveda: Pezuela is one of the biggest contributors to my campaign.

These files turned up at my office.

I realized pezuela was using them

to blackmail prominent citizens.

Chaffee: And the Mexican drug cartel is using pezuela as a front.

This is an ice investigation now.

Chaffee is making this case a priority.

Vic: We need someone on the inside,

and that only means me.

Olivia: Pezuela's guard's up.

That's why I have to give him back the blackmail box.

I got a plan that will give Lem the justice he deserves.

Shane: Take a look around.

Vic and Ronnie tried to kill me tonight.

They set me up.

They think I'm too stupid to even realize it.

Now we have no idea what Shane knows,

what he suspects or what he'll do.

[Grunting]

I think he broke my goddamn jaw!

Capuchina: Two-man snatched her by the hair,

bashed her in the face.

I know I was never going to see that breezie again.

Shane: Two-man, I arrest you for murder,

but you can work with me.

Work with you how?

I need your help getting rid of somebody.

That's gonna mean looking somebody in the eye,

pulling the trigger though.

Two-man: You ain't serious.

You don't know how goddamn serious I am.

J“ you don't make things worse j“

j“ wild dreams come true j“

j“ what to do then j“

j“ confusion and glory j“

J“ and a man's gotta think it through j“

j“ got to do what you got to do j“

j“ it's itching to conquer and take you j“

j“ itching to make a mistake out of you j“

[Shane grunts]

Jackson: I'm not sleepy, I wanna play.

I know, but not right now.

Why?

Mara: Because it's time to go to bed.

No, keep him up, all right?

But it's late, he's fussy. Good.

Just let the whole block know that we're both at home

dealing with a cranky kid. Come on.

So run through this with me.

Mara: In 30 minutes, I go online,

lcheck the Georgia bulldogs score.

I keep checking every 10 minutes.

I log in, answer your e-mails.

Order the pizza at 11:00. You turn on the shower.

Delivery guy comes, and I yell at you for some cash.

Make sure he sees this.

I know.

Go.

Okay.

J“ it's a blessing and a curse j“

j“ wish it didn't hurt so... j“

Not used to love letters so late at night.

What's so urgent?

You think I'm wired?

We're more involved now. Rules of engagement change.

Midnight texts, chaperones, engagement.

Sounds like we're becoming an item.

I need you to put a drug dealer out of business.

You came to the best.

[Scoffs]

This is your drug dealer?

Father Morton is letting gang members deal

heroin and cocaine

out of this mission

for a cut of the profits.

Another one of your black mailbox buddies?

What do you want me to do, arrest him?

He submits his yearly fiscal report to the diocese next week.

I want him to recommend that they close St. Luke's.

This church is nearby pezuela-ville, isn't it?

Across the street from our renewal project.

You can't get a liquor permit if there's a church

within a thousand feet.

Looked like they were gonna close last year,

but they didn't.

So we need to give them a little push.

Force his recommendation for closure.

By end of day tomorrow.

Pezuela wants to close the church

to get his liquor permit.

How many commandments does that violate?

He wasn't his normal suave self. He was kinda tweaked.

He had a bodyguard.

Things are heating up.

You got federal approval to play along.

Rattle the priest, get him to agree.

It's the first step in an extortion charge.

I have to clear the time with wyms.

I already did. Told her I needed your gang expertise for a day.

She suggested I take you for the week.

The love just keeps coming.

About my expertise...

My hearing was yesterday.

I'm out in eight days.

I know.

I'm sorry.

What I've been doing for ice here,

I'd like it to be a regular thing.

You're forgetting I've read your file.

More importantly, so has my boss.

The Farmington's become a cartel hot zone.

Word gets out that I've crossed the line

and I'm working rogue muscle for pezuela,

it's gonna open a lot of doors.

I need a soft landing, you need a pair of eyes on the inside.

It's a win-win.

Not my call to make, but I'll pass it up the line.

In the meantime, follow through with pezuela's dirty deed.

Hey, uh,

you're not actually gonna let pezuela shut that church down?

We'll get to someone in the diocese

before that happens.

Good. I wouldn't wanna piss off Jesus on top of everyone else.

[Giggles]

Cool car.

Thanks.

How long you been bartending? Couple years.

But I go to school days to be a dental hygienist.

Really? Good for you.

[Screams] [Gunshots]

[Gunshots] [Screaming]

[Motorcycle revs]

[Gunshots]

[Gun clicks]

[Footsteps approaching]

[Cell phone ringing]

Vic: Yeah, Ronnie, what's up?

Oh, shit. You get a look at the guy?

Black guy, but his face was covered.

My date took a frag in the arm.

All right, man, don't worry, I'm coming. I'm on the way.

[Vehicle departs]

[M1

Holy shit.

Hope he had the wrong address.

Glad I moved to the valley. It's so much safer.

You feeling okay?

Don't talk to me, shithead.

So much for your bamboo cage fantasy.

Claudette called north valley. Barn's handling the case.

Jesus. And you're in one piece?

What happened to Hanoi Hannah?

Ah, she caught a stray.

She'll live. Not sure I'm gonna get date number two.

Billings: Number one ended up here?

I'll explain it some time.

We'll have corrections spit out a list of recent parolees.

See if one of the names don't jump out at you.

I can think of a dozen dickheads

who would try something stupid like this.

Porch light bulb was unscrewed. You see or hear anything?

Didn't see his face. Black guy, though, saw his arms.

He was riding a motorcycle, had a big gun.

That's all I know.

Three fifty-seven.

Looks like armor-piercing.

Somebody wanted you dead two or three times.

Only a few places in town you can get high-end lead like this.

Claudette: A place to start. Woman: You okay, Ronnie?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

Shonda here spotted the cycle, got a partial plate.

I don't like to get involved in messy shit,

but you helped my cousin out.

I figured it wouldn't be right not helping.

Dutch: What did you see?

The bike was black and red. One of those fast Asian models.

I got some of the plate number.

Claudette: Thank you very much.

Timing's creepy with all the shit

going on with Shane lately.

First thing that crossed my mind.

We'll find the brother on the other end of the gun,

squeeze the truth out of him.

Hey, wanna crash at my house?

You got a bamboo cage?

For Christ sake.

Oh, shit. I got that ice thing first thing tomorrow morning.

Olivia's got you working a pezuela?

Since pezuela squeezed her,

Olivia wants to nail that asshole worse than I do.

But don't worry, I'll cancel it.

No, no. That's gonna screw you with pezuela.

Listen, stick with it.

I'll head back to the barn, try to find the shithead myself.

I'm not gonna sleep anyway.

Not without my Asian throw pillow.

All right.

Partial plate provided by our witness,

we've narrowed this down to about 400 names.

We just found a connection. Maceo padmore.

We know padmore better as two-man.

Who's two-man?

Asshole we banged around the other day

trying to close that Farrah thing you stuck us to.

Any reason he'd come after you?

It got physical between us,

but nothing unusual.

How the hell did this guy find my place?

Any moron with a laptop and half a brain

can pay you a visit these days.

We should return the favor.

Claudette: You're already detailed to ice.

I hear you flashing a badge anywhere at Farmington today,

I'll have you chained to a desk for the rest of your time here.

I want all eyes looking for padmore.

Any information regarding him

or the attempted murder of detective gardocki,

I want reported to detectives wagenbach and billings.

You're gonna be on desk duty today.

You're a victim of a crime, it's mandatory.

Shane and Julien can hit the streets on your behalf.

We got an address on padmore.

Claudette: Okay. Notify SWAT. |'|| let the chief

know you'll need a warrant asap.

I would have parked Shane too, but I need the manpower.

You keep an eye on him.

Understood.

Hey, I might be on loan out to ice today,

but you find out where this padmore prick is,

I'll be there...

I'll be there in a heartbeat.

I know.

Shane: This is bullshit.

Everyone used to fear this team.

Now word's hit the street, Vic's on the way out,

suddenly they think it's all right to take a shot at us?

We need to remind them who we are,

put this asshole's dick in the dirt.

We don't need to turn the heat up any higher than it is.

He almost tried to kill you over a bloodyjaw, man.

He and everybody else gotta know that shit ain't gonna fly.

Plenty of time for payback for this dick when we pinch him.

If he happens to fall in front of a moving bus,

consider it an accident.

Let's go talk to his girls for hire.

See where he mattresses up.

Anything we find, man, we'll let you know.

I suppose it's possible two-man got pissed

did this on his own.

Possible.

I just can't figure out what leverage Shane might have had

to make him try it.

Neither can I.

Look, maybe we're looking for the devil when he's not there.

Maybe.

Doesn't hurt for us to keep our eyes open, though.

Look, uh, this ho? She's a little shy.

Just let me start off one on one,

we can go salt and pepper on her if her tongue freezes up.

Got you. Okay.

[Rap music playing within]

Hey, capuchina.

Capuchina?

I was plucking for my next date.

Eyebrows look fine.

I wasn't talking eyebrows.

Listen, I need your help finding two-man before he finds you.

You said you was gonna keep my name out of it.

I held up my end.

It must have been some perp in the cage who saw you come in.

All I know is that word is out and he's looking for you.

Shit.

Tell me where I can look for him.

You try talking to white Farrah?

She's so spun on crank,

she doesn't know whether

to piss standing up or sitting.

Two-man knows I ratted him out.

Hey, listen to me, listen to me. Just listen to me.

Okay? Listen to me.

The best long term solution

is we pretend like we never even talked.

I mean, you never pointed a finger at two-man.

Even if some other cop ever asks you, okay?

Okay.

Now, where do I find him?

He got peoples around the way.

Cousin, I think. Okay, well, cousin's got a name.

So, what is it? [Lighter flicks]

What is it?

Could have been me or you getting shot at last night.

Could have been your wife made a widow by this guy.

This guy. He deserves whatever it is we give him.

It's not for us to decide.

No, it's up to him.

Two-man's crazy. He's big too.

He's got firepower, so he's not gonna come easy.

Are you ready?

I got your back.

Okay. This guy almost killed a cop last night.

So if he blinks, let's not let him get it right this time.

[Man and woman shouting]

Hey, hey, it's the police!

Open this door.

What's going on?

We're looking for two-man. He's expecting us.

You ain't got no right coming...

Do what? Look for a guy who almost killed a cop?

You have no right to be here. Get out.

You got it? Yeah.

Shane: Shut up!

Stop. Let me see your hands.

All right... don't shoot.

Let me see your hands! Don't move!

Whoa, buddy, that's not him. That's not two-man.

Man: I ain't two-man, man. I ain't two-man.

Man, chill. Shane: Where's your cousin?

What? I don't know.

Why you sneaking out the window?

You got a message to deliver?

No man, two-man was here for a minute,

but he took his stuff and left, man. Serious.

How long ago? About an hour, man.

Vic: Father Morton? Detective mackey.

I need to have a little conversation with you

about some of your altar boys.

Morton: They come here for a hot meal and a place to sleep.

What they do on the street is out of my hands.

Out of your hands and into your pocket, right?

I know you've been letting the e-park johnnies

deal out of your mission.

I also know you're taking a cut.

No squad car and uniforms?

What's your play, detective?

My play, padre,

is to get you to change your "mission" mission.

Your review with the pope wannabes is next week.

You're gonna recommend they shut down St. Luke's.

Why would I do that?

Photographs of you and Damon leeks,

head of the johnnies, breaking bread.

Bank statements showing deposits

into your unauthorized bank account.

This goes into the shredder

as soon as you help close this place down.

I can't do that.

Hey, you not hearing me?

You'll lose that collar and I'm gonna gain one.

You're gonna do time for this shit.

Then you're gonna have to arrest me,

because I can't close the doors here.

[Rap song playing on stereo]

Damon leeks.

Shit. Heard they retired your cracker-ass.

Too young and pretty to retire. Made them shitcan me.

Which means I only got another eight days

to shitcan maggots like you.

Brother's all about his thick. Better go easy on that juice, d.

Brains turn into hot sauce, shrinks the balls to raisins.

Oh. Sorry, I'm too late.

My brain is fine tuned

and them balls are the size of cat eggs.

Seen your crew around St. Luke's.

I know you're supplying the transient crowd

with h and blow.

Just helping the destitute. Serving up holy gruel and shit.

Yeah, right. I need to know how the priest figures into this.

He taking a cut of the sales, or you just paying him rent?

He's our spiritual counselor, man.

And I'm the counselor who's about to crush

your heroin selling summer camp.

Got nothing to crush. Y'all got no evidence.

Ain't gonna put no homeless junkie on the stand.

And the priest?

He bound by oath to keep his mouth shut.

Since when are you a catholic?

Oh, since Jesus h. Christ.

I've seen the preliminary results

from the exploratory committee.

Very favorable.

Your years as a police captain

give people a lot of confidence in your ability to lead.

Research is young, but indicators are promising.

District attorney Lima has also launched

an exploratory committee.

Yes, I know.

Anita is very aggressive.

She's convinced she's going to be L.A.'s first woman mayor.

Why don't you just say what you wanna say.

You're a man of vision.

I believe you will be this city's next mayor.

I appreciate the vote of confidence...

You're green.

You lack influential support.

You need to surround yourself

with people who can shape that vision.

I wanna be one of those people.

Thanks for the offer.

I'll take it under consideration.

I have the influence and power

to make you the next mayor of this city.

So are you guaranteeing me a win?

Yes.

I have leverage you couldn't even begin to understand.

Working with me is not a decision

that requires any thought.

It's a one-time offer.

Forgive me, but you have sinned, and I need a goddamn confession.

I am in the middle of service. Get out.

But I got this question gnawing at my soul.

Why would a priest protect drug dealers?

So I went and visited the little douche bags,

and they're all cocky as hell,

secure in the knowledge

that their humble priest won't rat 'em out.

And I think, wow,

whatever it is these bangers have on the father

is much worse than what I've laid at your feet.

Now, what would be worse

than a priest losing his collar and going tojail?

Then it hits me.

A priest going to jail for molesting boys.

Morton: Get the hell out of my church.

What, no absolution?

Come on, come on.

Move it.

Listen, just because some sick perverts

decide to live out their fantasies through the collar

doesn't mean every priest is a gay pedophile.

Then what do the johnnies have on you, sir?

I'm not a quitter, padre.

Two years ago, I had an affair.

One of my parishioners.

Keisha leeks.

She had a child.

Holy shit. Damon's sister?

Now he's threatening to out you?

Already disgraced my vows.

Damon is a psychopath.

He's threatening to kill keisha and Adam

if I don't cooperate.

Those bank deposits are for keisha and the baby.

I would never take a dime of his drug money.

What do you know about Damon's operation?

Keisha lives with her grandfather.

She says Damon uses the old man's place

to cut and bag his dope.

You let me take care of Damon.

What if I can get keisha and your kid

into a shelter somewhere? I already tried that.

The urban renewal project that's taking over the hood

closed down the last two shelters in the area.

Now you're doing whatever you can

to take care of your blood,

I get it.

You leave the good deed for the day up to me.

Claudette: Good news.

Squad car picked up two-man on kenmore.

How'd they find him?

It's easy to spot a moving violation

when the horsepower's between their legs.

Watched this asshole run through a stop sign,

nearly clipped a city bus.

Then he gave us a fake name.

But he's got a memorable mug, even in black and white.

Shot and tried to kill one of my detectives last night.

I surely did not.

Glad you around to vouch for my character, though.

Jaw's feeling better.

Cop: Right back there.

Hey. You got the guy.

Citywide apb, rookie comes through with the big bust.

Is he... is he talking yet?

No. Dutch and billings will have first crack.

We'll start with the tussle of the projects.

He admits to a beef with Ronnie, that's the open door we need.

Dutch: Let's go. Good.

Hey, Steve, hold on.

Just because I'm on the street all the time

doesn't mean I haven't heard about your little lawsuit.

I don't want your half-assed brand of police work

you've been phoning in around here lately

anywhere near a hit on one of my strike team members.

It's not gonna happen here.

The guy shot at a cop, cuffs are never coming off.

We'll get him.

Maceo padmore.

I'm detective wagenbach, this is detective billings.

We're gonna wanna talk to you

about an attempted shooting last night.

Billings: Heard you had a run-in with detective gardocki.

Yeah, his fist ran into myjaw.

That why you wanted to kill him?

I ain't try to kill nobody.

Then your motorcycle did, because a witness saw it

fleeing from the scene of a shooting last night.

This faggot-ass cop laid his hands on me.

Y'all need to arrest his damn ass.

Great. Only 20 seconds in, already we've got motive.

Two-man [on TV]: That ain't no motive. I'm Christian.

I turned the other cheek. He could turn both,

he'd still be talking out of his ass.

Billings [on TV]: Lucky for gardocki,

you can't hit a guy 10 feet away with a clear shot.

Two-man: That wasn't me, so I guess we'll never know.

Assuming it wasn't, where were you last night around 11:00?

Passed out in my bed. Anybody see you?

Not that I can think of.

Unless dude thatjacked my bike for that joyride

was peeking in my window.

Look, this is just getting started.

I'm gonna go check on my other thing.

Yeah, I'll keep you informed. Two-man: Your neighbors

know where you at every night?

Billings: Probably know he's not out to kill a cop.

Dutch: They did hear your motorcycle leave at 10:30

and return sometime after 1.

Nice of whoever stole it

to bring it back when they were done.

Nicer if dude had filled up the tank.

Only chance you have of getting a better deal is to confess now.

Y'all don't think I know y'all fronting?

Trying to run a game on a nigga.

From where I sit, you're about to lose big time.

We're gonna let him stew for a while.

Claudette: Because we've got plenty of nothing?

He knows it. There's no use going back until we change that.

Anything on the gun?

Ronny: We got unis at his apartment

and going over the route home.

It's good we know the way, because we don't find that gun,

we may as well give him a ride home.

Julien: What about the cousin's house? We checked it out earlier,

two-man had been there. Better take another look.

What are we waiting for?

Search warrant. Make a call.

I can talk the cousin into letting us in. Save us time.

Great. We'll send unis...

Just me and Julien. Too many bodies

will look like an occupation instead of a request.

Okay. Get over there.

Hey. Give me a minute first?

All right. Meet you outside.

Shane: Hey.

Where you hide the gun? Getting me out?

Where did you hide the gun?

Look, man, I've gotta get to it before

anybody else here does.

Or maybe you wanna put me away with it?

Look, I am trying to save you, dumb-ass.

Without that gun, they don't have shit on you,

but I have to get to it first.

Look, they're on their way

to your cousin's house right now.

If the gun is there, they're going to find it.

You think I trust you?

You wanted me to kill your own cop buddy, remember that?

Which means we're in this goddamn thing together.

Right now, please, tell me where the gun is.

There's a grate in the backyard. Some kind of sewer thing.

It's in there, underneath.

Why is the camera off?

I don't think you'd want a defense attorney

hearing the names I was just calling this asshole.

I stay undercover for you guys, keep gaining pezuela's trust.

And ice gets a front row seat to the Mexican cartel show.

As much as your tainted reputation

may help you on the street,

it concerns the higher-ups.

It's not gonna be an easy sell making this a full-time gig.

Come on, you guys make deals with freeway Rick,

Antwon Mitchell.

Here's a chance to put one of the good guys

back on the street, get something done.

[Phone ringing]

Yeah.

Send him in.

It seems you're not the only one that pezuela's trying to employ.

[Door opens]

Pezuela say anything else?

Indicate why he played the mayor card this early?

Aceveda: Didn't get to ask questions. I showed reluctance,

he turned his offer into an ultimatum.

Demanded a reply by tonight.

Why is montalban crawling out of his fine corinthian skin?

We're not at Liberty to discuss it.

Hey, I'm the one on the firing line.

Anything coming at pezuela's gonna be pointed

right at my dome too.

If it's any consolation, you won't be alone.

You need to take him up on his offer.

Accept his support for mayor.

I gave you that box to distance

myself from this guy. I've washed my hands.

Are you sure those hands are clean, councilman?

Because I can pull the threads on your

the-box-showed-up- on-my-doorstep story.

I risked everything I've worked for bringing that box to you.

Hey, we're all on the same side here.

Let's talk about what needs to get done.

Pezuela's spooked.

We need to keep him in la.

Securing you as his mayor-in-pocket will do that.

So we're getting the liquor permits for his renewal project.

Both of you have to get in bed with him.

Jesus Christ.

Pezuela's being evaluated.

Cartel.

Someone's here.

That's why he's with the entourage, isn't it?

He's scared.

He's being watched. He knows it.

Making some bold moves to secure the confidence

of his backers in Mexico.

Our one and only goal is to tie pezuela to the cartel.

And what happens when this blows up

and my name gets tied to pezuela and the cartel?

Former-cop goes undercover to catch a cartel player

trying to buy a mayor.

Smells like victory.

My opponent gets hold of this,

it's gonna smell like something else.

Olivia will be your point person from now on.

She'll contact you.

Be careful, gentlemen.

Hey, don't worry, if pezuela wants you taken out,

I'll be the one he hires to do it.

[Elevator bell dings]

Order to keep pezuela

in play came down from the department of defense.

Means the cartel evaluator is most likely Mexican military.

D.C. wants us to track this new guy,

see who and what he plugs into.

If you really want to make yourself an asset to us,

find a way to align yourself with this military cat.

I'll see what I can do.

Hey.

You handled yourself really well back there.

I'm glad you're the one who's got my back.

I made some calls.

Got keisha and Adam leeks into El Segundo family shelter.

That's great. I'll go let her know.

Shane: Your cousin's at the station

being grilled for attempted murder.

Evidence could be here.

We got nothing to do with this.

You can either let us take a look around now

or 20 cops show up in an hour and wreck this place.

It's up to you.

Okay.

You take the front two rooms, I'll take the back?

[Sighs]

Shane and Julien came up empty at the cousin's.

How far does a witness and partial plate get?

You willing to roll to a jury with that if he'd been trying

to fill your ass with lead?

Claudette: Anywhere on associates?

Other than Bombay, who's dead, there's no one.

Maybe it's time to switch up teams here.

Hey. We're doing the best we can with what we've got.

And the final result's this asshole walking

with nothing but hunger pangs.

You wanna help, drum up some evidence.

Shane: Searched my ass off for the gun.

The guy's smart to hide it

where we're not going to find it.

We're not putting this guy away

without that gun or a confession.

So if you've pushed all the buttons you can,

then let's get a little new blood up there.

Who? You?

Me and Julien.

Well, we're... we're not through.

He doesn't know we don't have the gun.

Ronny: Risky lie.

Look man, he catches you in that fib

he hardens, you've got no place left to squeeze.

We started this, we finish it.

One last shot.

Let's go.

Hey, guess what.

We found the gun you used to shoot at detective gardocki.

Yeah? Where?

That's funny.

Innocent man says there is no gun to find.

Billings: Guilty asks where.

Dutch: Earlier today you gave us motive.

Billings: No verifiable alibi equals opportunity.

Dutch: Gun gives us means.

Billings: Means, motive, opportunity,

the holy Trinity of incarceration.

Question is whether this gets written

as first or second degree murder.

Difference of six years,

reducible with good behavior or 20.

There ain't no gun to find.

Now, if you found a gun, show it to me,

and I tell you why that gat

and any other shit you found ain't mine.

How we looking?

If wagenbach and billings do any more jerking off

it's gonna be a goddamn bukkake party in there.

Let me and Vic have a run at this guy.

Where are we at with him?

They told him we found the gun.

And we don't have it, so he's feeling his oats.

Look, it's time to put the first string in

before this game is lost, coach.

Okay. Okay, come on.

Wait a second, I got a better idea.

This guy's shot is knocking around hookers.

He's already pissed off a bunch of them, right?

Instead of producing the real gun we don't have,

why don't we produce the fake witnesses we do.

Dutch: Do the right thing.

Save the taxpayers a lot of money

on an unnecessary trial.

Just give us one person who can establish your whereabouts.

Why don't you give me one person who says I was there?

[Door opens] Detective wagenbach.

I hear we don't have shit on this prick.

So here's what we're gonna do.

I, um, can't really see what's going on down there.

I want you to smile at me like we've got this bastard

hung to the cross,

and thank me like you really mean it.

[Dutch chuckles]

I appreciate it.

Detective mackey turned up two witnesses,

claim you told them you were gonna kill the cop.

Two-man: That's some bullshit. Who said that?

Couple pros you use as punching bags,

Farrah and capuchina?

They're giving statements right now.

I didn't say nothing to them bitches.

You cops getting them to snitch over the beat downs they earned.

Billings: So now we got you on a couple of assaults.

We got the gun,

we got two witnesses who say he planned the shooting,

we've got the witness who saw the motorcycle at the scene.

I think we're done here.

Vic: There it is. There's the worm.

Take it.

Come on, it's right in front of you, shithead. Take it.

Two-man: What if you get forced to do something

that you didn't really wanna do?

I mean, that's not a crime, right?

Dutch: Not necessarily. It depends.

What are we talking about exactly?

Be right back.

Two-man: That ho Amber that got herself killed.

Dutch: What about her?

He was gonna put my name on that killing,

I don't do what he say.

He needed a cop merked.

Dutch: Who wanted him dead?

I ain't gonna get trouble, right?

I had no choice.

Who are we talking about? Who made you do it?

That cop in there.

Billings: What cop?

Dixie-boy.

Two-man: He gave me the .357.

Told me the address,

told me his partner's shift ended at 11:00.

Told me what kind of car he's driving,

told me where to hide so I wouldn't be seen.

Told me two shots to bring him down,

two shots to the head to be sure.

Hey, Shane, I'm in charge of softball sign-ups.

You in this year? Uh, sure.

Wanna play center field? Yeah, okay.

We lost Asher at shortstop.

Whatever.

It's gonna be $75 this year, instead of the usual 50.

Shane vendrell hired you to kill gardocki?

I didn't get hired to do shit.

I got thrown on a slave ship and given a gun for an oar.

Wasn't no money in it.

He was in here earlier.

Claudette: Mackey. Julien.

Sorry.

Where's vendrell? Woman: What's going on?

What number do you want? You pick.

You can have anything but 23, 17 and 35. What do you want?

Pick the goddamn number and shove it up your ass.

Okay.

Man: Call me.

Claudette: Mackey.

What's going on? I'm looking for Shane.

Just left. Who put a cactus up his ass?

[Knocking on door]

Mara: Corrine?

Hi. You left Jackson in the car?

I need you to listen very carefully.

Why? Just listen.

Vic murdered Terry crowley.

Shane was there, he saw it.

And later, Vic and the strike team

robbed the Armenian mob of over $2 million.

That's why there was an Armenian hit man in your house

hunting down you and your kids.

Shane shot him and saved you.

And two nights ago,

Vic and Ronnie tried to kill Shane

and the Armenians that were a threat to you.

The Armenians got killed, but Shane didn't.

Last night, he retaliated out of self-defense.

You're crazy.

No. Someone is finally telling you the truth.

Well, I'm not listening, okay?

No, just shut up and pay attention.

There is a lot of shit

going down at the barn right now.

Shane and I are getting out of town.

You are gonna pass two messages on to Vic and Ronnie.

The first is a reminder that they started this

when they tried to kill Shane.

The second is that they are gonna do

everything in their power

to prevent any and all authorities from finding us,

because if we get caught,

Shane is gonna testify to so much strike team shit

that the two of them will be put away for 10 natural lifetimes.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

Yes.

You're gonna be by your phone every day

at 1 in the afternoon and 10:00 at night.

I'm gonna call from wherever we are and check in.

Vic needs to give you information

on what the cops know about us

and where they think we're going.

You tell him all of this.

Everything, exactly what I said.

Must have given you some reason

why he wanted you to kill gardocki.

No, the man was all about the whens, wheres and hows.

Why never crossed his lips.

Unis just checked in. Shane's house is empty.

It looked like a quick pack job. Whole family's on the move.

Why?

It's clear Mara's an accomplice.

No. Why did this man try and kill him?

No clue.

Ask Shane.

I will when I catch up with him.

And both of you are not to leave this building.

I've got questions, I expect answers.

Two-man: I got love for all, even ho's. I wouldn't hurt a fly.

Billings: You know you did shoot that spinner?

Is she all right?

Gonna be left-handed for the next six months.

Look, I'm sorry she got hit up, but that cop gave me no choice.

Squeezed me over a bullshit murder charge

and tried to get me to cap his dude.

Y'all about bringing force down on the street.

Why don't y'all take a look at what you got going on

under your own roof.

Holy shit. Corrine: That's right, holy shit.

Okay, okay. We need your help.

My help?

Do it for whatever reason you need,

for the kids, for Ronnie, the time we've spent.

But help us now. Please.

If you tell me the truth and I believe you,

I will help you.

Did you really do all those things?

I did a lot of things that I shouldn't have done.

For reasons that made sense at the time,

but are pretty hard to defend right now.

What do you want me to say? That I'm different?

I don't wanna go to prison. Do you want me to go to prison?

Do either of you even feel any shame?

I don't think about it.

Corrine: Well, that's honest.

Sad thing is, I've known.

Maybe not the specifics, the details, but I've known,

and I have let you infect me and our children.

I'll help you this one last time,

and then the kids and I are out of your life.

That is my price, and you have to pay

some kind of price.

First call from Mara's at 1:00 in the afternoon.

You let me know what you want me to tell her.

Okay, we go in cold, watch for my signal.

[Rap music playing within]

[Knocking on door]

Woman: Yeah? What do you want?

Drop off for Damon.

Are you keisha? Mm-hm.

Father Morton sent me.

Gonna get you and your kid out of here. Safe.

For real? Promise. Now, who's inside?

My gramps with my boy, watching TV.

Damon's in the back bedroom. Got three of his boys with him.

Good girl. Get her out of here.

It's gonna be all right.

Quick.

Okay, get out of here.

Hey!

Police!

[Grunts]

That's all right.

Where you're going, all you're gonna need is lips.

Come on.

Here's my kid's tuition.

Pezuela gave me an extra 5 grand for the fast work.

The mackey I read about in your file would have pocketed that.

I'm not the bastard my boss tried to make me out to be

while I was logging more high profiles collars

than anyone else in this city.

And I want the job.

I think you've got Chaffee half-convinced.

Bring pezuela home and I think we'll get all the way there.

With a push from me.

Olivia.

Thanks for doing the right thing by me.

Wouldn't wanna piss off Jesus.

[Door opens]

If Shane was gonna retaliate against both of us,

why only come after me?

And why trust it to someone like two-man?

He needed to give himself an alibi.

Or he needed someone to kill you,

because he was waiting to kill me.

I got your call,

I didn't even get inside my door.

Huh.

Even with our help, how long can they hide?

A month? If they're lucky, a year?

Two-man couldn't even go a day without getting scooped.

We gotta find them before anyone else.

How? It sounds like they're heading out of state.

Claudette knows we're gonna be gunning him,

she's gonna keep us chained up here.

Saw the cage full of johnnies.

Consider it my going away present just for you.

Why did Shane try to get Ronnie killed?

What went wrong with you three?

I'm done.

Officially resigning.

You can send the paperwork to my house.

I'll turn in my .45 on the way out.

You have a week left.

I thought you wanted to play it out hard.

I do, but you'll just anchor me to my desk.

So it's kiss-my-ass time.

Mackey, you do not interfere with this case.

Seeing as how I'm not a cop anymore,

you really don't have jurisdiction

over what I do, captain.

You rogue out on this,

you do anything sideways like you did with lemansky,

and I'll lock up your corrupt ass faster than you can say:

"How'd I lose this job?"

This is all that's left of this job.

I don't want it.

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