All language subtitles for The.Shield.S05E06.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Previously:
Claudette: Kleavon gardner,

questioned on four separate
homicides.

Kleavon is not a killer.
I'm his sister. I'd know it.

We're releasing your brother.
Dutch: You know we're right.

There's something wrong with
him, you don't see it.

Now that you know,
things will add up.

About six months ago, we found
this kilo of pure heroin

in your car.

But you never logged it
into evidence.

Lem got picked up by iad.

Got him wearing a wire.
Kavanaugh might arrest you.

That happens, we'll be ready
to bail you out.

You hired a lawyer?
You need to shift perception,

make internal affairs look like
they're hurting good guys.

I got mackey making a deal
with the Russians.

Hot prescription drugs.

Here's our good faith.

Yes. Man 1: Do it.

Man 2: Freeze! Man 3: Freeze!

[Indistinct shouting]

What the hell is going on?

The iad just shit
all over our sting.

What's this?
Billings: Your intel is wrong.

He ran the whole operation by me
this afternoon.

I guess iad will spin
any kind of fiction

to stain good cops bad.

[Reverse signal beeping]

Billings: Coming.
Looks good, yeah.

All right.

Gonna be tight.
Is there another way in?

Billings: No, this is it.
Man1:Comeomdownhem, guys.

Billings: Oh! Watch it.

Delicate machinery, people.
Oh, hang on.

Billings: Careful, guys.

Watch the turn. Watch the turn.

Coming through. Heads up.
Man 2: Heads up?

Man 3: I'll grab
it for evidentiary.

Billings:
Watch your back, Dutch boy.

You gotta be kidding me.

Billings: No. Hey, guys, just
be careful on the landing, all right?

I don't want you
to scratch the leather.

Huh? After our big
pharmaceutical bust,

the brass put through my orders
they've been sitting on.

Now you'll be sitting in style.
Dutch: Anything for us?

[Crash]
Billings: Careful. Come on.

[Door buzzes]

I give that couch two weeks
before we move it.

I'm not wired. You're what?

Look, I'm not wired.
I don't get this guy.

What did kavanaugh say?
Lem: I can't find him.

I went by the motel. It's empty.
I called his cell, no answer.

Why hasn't he arrested you?

Maybe he never had a solid case.

Vic:
You think he's packing it in?

What, pull the plug
on the investigation?

Until we're sure,
we act like it's still on.

But I like the feeling
I'm getting.

[Knock on door]

Vic, I hate to start
your morning with this,

but multiple gang homicide.

Beautiful.

Better than a strong cup
of coffee.

[Siren wailing]

[Hip-hop music playing
over stereo]

Set tripping? Julien: Drive-by.

Male victim's affiliated
bop street judging by the ink.

It's what happens
when you cross enemy lines.

Shane: Turf's been
neutral since Antwon's crew

slithered out of dodge.

Any witnesses?
Yeah. Friends of the deceased.

And about as helpful.

Vic: Yo.

You two see anything?

Yeah, brothers having courage.

My boys went down wet
like real g's.

You know who did this?
Boy: Some hater.

They almost capped
me and moni too.

Beyond that I couldn't say.

Did you get a look at the car?
We didn't see nothing.

Vic:
Better searching your memory

or you're gonna get a look
at the inside of our car.

So me and my breezie
almost catch hollow points

and po-po got his foot
up my ass?

Ain't that some toy
white-cop bullshit.

Better check your color, honky.

Man 1: Chair over here?
Man 2: Yeah.

You getting rid of that chair?

You know, the stuffing
in this one is shot.

My ass dies a daily death.

Yeah, well, sorry.
It's headed back to surplus.

You can send this one back.

Inventory's expecting that one.

Well, well, well.

Pretty ballsy
showing your face around here.

I get to officially notify you

that internal affairs
isinvesfigafing

all four members
of your former strike team.

You got burned trying
to make that case already.

Why don't you move on?

Since all the strike team's
files,

all your files on them are here,

I'm gonna be setting up shop
in the barn

until my investigation's
complete.

You're kidding me, right?
[Both chuckle]

Most of the time,

just not this time.
[Clears throat]

And where exactly do you think
you're gonna drop anchor?

Well, I need some privacy,

and I don't wanna restrict
any of these officers

from using
the interrogation rooms.

So the easiest thing
for me to do

is to use your office.

Excuse me, lieutenant.

Are you forgetting
that I'm captain here?

Kavanaugh: Acting captain.

And that entitles you
to a workspace and a phone.

Not a private office.

But I understand
the last captain did very well

right here on the killing floor.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Scott?

Hey.

Put that stuff...

Put it over there
till I can work this shit out.

I didn't see nothing.
I don't know nothing.

I got nothing to say

except thank
the most high my man's okay.

Your man? He's a kid
and you're not. How's that work?

He laces me with nice shit
and got a big dick.

It's all good.
You're a deep one.

See, what I'm having a hard time
understanding is,

aside from the ghetto-speak,
is why some evildoers

lit up on your peace posse
for no good reason?

Curse of the fu manchu?

Arrogant little prick
for only being 19, Preston.

That's my government name.

The homeys call me Kasper.

The famous Kasper?

You've been making a name
for yourself

these last few months
moving rock.

You must have me confused
with some other cat.

I hear you been working
with the rival sets.

Black, brown, one-niners,
spookstreet.

You're an equal-opportunity
dope dealer.

Don't know about that.

But see, when you white
in Farmington, you don't fit in,

so you gotta make friends
everywhere.

It'd make it a whole lot easier
if we put our heads together.

Yeah, it would be.

But see,
I ain't no cheese-eating rodent.

Vic: Looks like you been
gnawing on something nasty to me.

[Cell phone rings]

Yeah. Vic?

We got issues here.

Vic:
What the hell are you doing?

Kavanaugh: I know this will
come as a big surprise to you

but you and your team

are the subject
of an iad investigation

which I am heading up.

You already lost face in front
of the brass

blowing our Russian bust.

How's this play helping you?

I appreciate your concern,

but let me worry about that.

Don't expect any cooperation
from those folks down there.

They're a home crowd.
I wouldn't wanna upset them.

Last thing I wanna do
is rock the boat.

[J'j'j']

[Sighs]

Man, if he'd arrest me already,

at least then he'd have to lay
out what he's got.

[Knock on door]

Goddamn it.

[Door opens] Oh, come in.

Hey. Becca: Hey.

Lem, Ronnie, you remember Becca
Doyle from the Crawford case.

Yeah, hey.
Vic: She's representing us now.

Protecting us legally
against this nut job upstairs.

You iawyered up?

Shane:
She's helping out all of us.

Forjust such an occasion.

You're taken care of.

Well, your boy kavanaugh's
quite the loose Cannon.

Even his iad buddies
are surprised by this move.

He's made it personal,
which helps me make the case

that you're being
unfairly targeted.

[Door opens]

This looks like
attorney-client privilege.

Yes, it is.

Ms. Doyle, is it? Yes.

Jon kavanaugh.

I'm representing
all four of these detectives.

Make sure your communications
with them go through me.

Oh, be my pleasure.

I'm looking forward to working
with you.

You let me know
when you're ready.

All right. Okay.

All right, we gotta concentrate
on doing our jobs.

Let her worry about whatever
charges he's trumping up.

The last thing we want
is him getting at you.

Throws you off your game,

he comes at you
on competency issues

or some mistake you make
on the street.

We got some dead kids
to account for.

Kasper and his squeeze
gave us zip. What's next?

All right, the dead bangers
are bop street.

Could be their own set
whacked them

for working with white folks.

That's a tree worth shaking.
Lem: All right.

Appreciate what you're doing.

Yeah, thanks. [Door opens]

[Hip-hop music playing
over stereo]

J' you better hide behind
the jail state j'

j' stay away
from the crooked cops j'

j' you feel the piece j'

j' cat feeling it
notorious like beyotch j'

step off, ho. You got nothing
to trade.

I been flossing
and pussy tossing.

Hand it over.

Man: Oh, shit, get out the back!

Woo!

[Coughing]

Ronnie: Police.

[Grunts]

On the ground.

[Man coughing]

Vic: Couple of your crew
caught dirt naps today.

I'm thinking you boys are
policing yourselves.

You're tripping, man.
Why were they with Kasper?

We a'ight with Kasper, mostly.

As in you wanted him
and his crew mostly dead

or you beefing
with some other set?

I don't know.

This guy's rank and file.
Ronnie: Look what I found.

Vic: We been letting
bop street run game

as long as you kept it low-key.

Truce is over. You tell gunsmoke

I'm gonna shut down a bop
rock house every two hours

until I get that shooter.

Shane: Your clique,
rival set, doesn't matter.

We want a name.
Nice touch. Crack vials.

That's old school.
Vic: A name by the end of today

or bop street can
start filing for chapter 11.

[Coughing]

Uh, no. Thank you.

[Phone clicks]

Well, what do you know.

Robbery-homicide.

Seems they're sniffing around
the Dutch man,

wanna set up an interview.

That's impressive,
elite of the elite.

Well, it's not a total surprise.

We've closed some big ones,

the whole business with the da's
behind us.

I guess we got some buzz.

You, anyway.

[Scoffs]

Hey, isn't that, uh...?

Fatima gardner.

It's kleavon's sister. Yeah.

Fatima: You all were pretty sure

kleavon killed that girl
back when.

Lana Gregory.

Her and several others, we just
weren't able to prove it.

I been doing what you said,
watching and listening.

And I found this
while I was cleaning his room.

It's kleavon's.

Dutch: That's a lot of blood.

We'll, uh...
We'll check this for DNA.

I-I don't know if he's noticed
it's missing.

He hasn't mentioned
cutting himself or an accident.

If there's nothing to it,

he never has to know
you were here.

I don't know
how to look at him anymore.

My own brother.

Just go home, keep doing
what you're doing.

Don't be nervous.

Don't give him
any reason to think twice.

Fatima: You know, she
says not to seem nervous.

How am I supposed to do that?

I, eh... I just don't know
if I can take this.

If we... if we searched your
brother's room for evidence...

It's your house,

you have every legal right
to let us inside.

Kleavon been, uh,
keeping odd hours?

Being secretive?

Nothing out of the ordinary,
except the shirt.

[Sighs]

His room's this way.

All the furniture's mine.

Only thing he brought
was, uh, the mirror.

Kleavon do anything else
with his time besides, uh, work?

Reads a little. Watches TV.
Like everyone else.

Dear lord.

[Door slams, Fatima gasps]

Fatima?

Fatima?

Fatima: Oh.

Fatima?

Fatima:
Hey. Changing the sheets.

I thought you were at the track.

Ah, bum day.
They only needed me an hour.

Here, let me help.
I got it. It's okay.

Kleavon: It's all
right, it's already done.

You all right? Course.

Come on, I'll make you
some lunch.

Kleavon: Can you
believe all that time and effort

just to get across town

then they send me home
after an hour.

Fatima:
Ha-ha! Want some pickles?

Sure. Okay.

What about that...?

That other job
you were looking into?

Oh, manager told me to call back
next week.

Oh, baby, something
will turn up. Yeah.

You going to Barbara's house
tonight?

Just curious.

Hey, you know,
we need some paper towels.

Huh?

Where the hell's our door?
The other one too.

That son of a bitch.

Thought you might like
a little fresh air.

Let a little sunshine in.
Pretty cheap stunt.

I assume you guys
have got nothing to hide, right?

Anyway, with all the confusion
last week,

I never did get a chance

to congratulate you
on that bust.

Nice work,

even if it was
a little unorthodox.

[Chuckles]

But back to business.

I need to see you in my office.

Not without my lawyer.

Becca Doyle, huh? Good call.

Let me know when she gets here.

Vendrell, you got a sec?

Or do you, uh,
need a lawyer too?

No, I'm good.

Vic: Shane.

I'll answer whatever questions
you got.

I see you just bought
a... a new house.

L.A. real estate's bananas.

You doing a little moonlighting,
security work on the side?

Mara's a realtor.

Between our two salaries
we make do.

Reason I'm here

is I wanna nail shut
the Terry crowley file.

I see that.

That happened
over two years ago.

Lad cleared us.

Or didn't you hear the squeaks
in your rat hole?

Wonder if you'd mind taking
a look at a transcript

of your interview
after the, uh, shooting.

See if it jars
anything new loose.

I've been looking at yourjacket.

[Sighs] Wow.

Pretty effective cop.

Gotten yourself into a couple
of sketchy situations

along the way.

Black Mark or two.

You were on your own
for a while last year.

Vice. What made you
come back to the strike team?

I would think
that you would wanna

make a name for yourself
flying solo.

Like you dribbling shit
all over us

to make a name for yourself?

All the same,

living in mackey's shadow
all the time?

You don't feel

that he was trying
to get you back into the fold

so that he could
get a leash on you, do you?

What's here is how it went down.

[Sighs]

So there was just you,

Vic,

Terry and two-time in that room?

Just me and Vic.

No lemansky, no gardocki?

It was true then,

it's true now.

Thanks so much for your help.

Uh, I'm gonna need you
to sign a document

confirming that you know

that we are reopening
the Terry crowley case

and you are under investigation.

Blow me.

[Door opens]

[Dial tone humming]

I've talked to every precinct
in the city.

No recent bodies
matching kleavon's m.O.

You gonna do something
with that?

Just got off the phone
with robbery-homicide.

Turns out
they didn't just find me.

A "veteran detective"

recommended they review my file?

I'm gonna check
missing persons again.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

I thought robbery-homicide
was your dream job.

I didn't need your help.
There is buzz.

Hey, you guys have
a Fatima gardner

sign in to see you this morning?

Yeah.

Her brother just reported her
missing.

Yeah? Captain left
a few things up here.

He asked me to get them.

Sure. Anything you need.

I pulled this off the wall
downstairs.

Pretty demeaning,
don't you think?

Doesn't really bother me.
It's just boys being boys.

A lot of money
on Vic being your baby's daddy.

Everybody's got an opinion.

Heard a lot of rumors
about the two of you.

Are you saying
that they aren't true?

Look, I'm sure
you won't blame me

when I don't discuss stupid
gossip about my personal life

with iad.

Sexual relationships
between department personnel

need to be divulged
in a timely manner

according
to the employee handbook.

Failure to do
so can result in suspensions,

even demotions.

You just got a pay bump
recently, didn't you?

Come on, there's no relationship
between me and Vic.

Should I make this official?

Because I can do that,

widen my...

Investigation.

[Sighs]

Vic and I had a thing, okay?

It's in the past.

When was that?

Eight or nine months ago?

You wanna get a court order
to draw blood, go right ahead.

But this is none
of your business.

You still have to disclose
your relationship with mackey.

Fill out the forms today

and I'll overlook the tardiness.

Hey, Vic. Checked out
our next bop street target.

Doors and windows are fortified.

Have Ronnie get a doorknocker.

Flash-bangs too. All right, man.

Vic: Hey. Hang on. Over there.

Huh.

Gunsmoke.

We're about to pay a visit

to another one of your crack
palaces.

Look, I don't know
who capped my peoples,

but I tell you straight up
it wasn't no bop street niggers.

After hoover we're gonna stop by
your temple street house.

That'll bring your one day loss
to what, 12 k?

You know what it does to my cred
even walking into this pig farm?

Oink when you got something
we can use.

Hold up, hold up, hold up.
Come here.

Tell him.

I'm chilling at homegirl's
around the way,

hear shots,
see these two vatos drive off.

What did they look like? Vatos.

You know, shaved heads,
white tees.

Guy driving had "L.A."
tattooed all up in here.

But I didn't get a good look
at the dude shooting.

Lem: What kind of car?
Old, I don't know.

But they was riding on
gold-anodized hundred-spoke d's.

I know my wheels.

So we straight now?
Vic: Not yet.

How's a punk-ass wigger
like Kasper get respect

from a crew hard as bop street?

Thought he was a poser myself
for a minute.

White boy got business skills.

Splits fifty-fifty off top
so folks are getting paid.

Come with these names
for the product:

Pink yo, yellow fever.

Same old shit,
only different colored caps.

You're moving Kasper's product
out of the place we took down?

Gunsmoke: Look, man,
fiends want what Kasper's selling.

Can't argue
with the free market.

Looking foward
to that truce again, fellas.

Dan NY: Hey, Vic, you gotta sec?
I'll get on those rims.

What's up? Uh...

That guy from iad
got all over me

about department policy,

disclosure of personal
relationships on the job.

None of his business.
Yeah, well,

he's pushing me really hard.

Okay, I can't take a suspension
or a pay cut right now.

I gotta notify billings.
I just wanted you to know.

[Sighs]

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

Lunchtime. She was gonna run out
for some soda, never came back.

Your family drinks
a lot of soda.

Remember you were out for soda
when Lana Gregory was killed.

Claudette: It's only a
few hours, grown woman.

Bit premature
to call the police.

Kleavon: I know my sister.

She say she be back,
she be back.

Mind if we look around?

Wouldn't have called you
if! Did.

Claudette: I'll take
her room, you take his.

Fatima's room's clean.

Back door's unlocked. What do
you have?

It's what I don't have.

Kleavon's death kit.

Latex gloves, knife, duct tape.

It's gone.

I... I was... I was here earlier.
What?

It was spur of the moment.
Eh, Fatima gave her consent.

You searched a murder suspect's
house without backup?

What if kleavon showed up?

I hid in the closet.
He didn't see me.

I slipped out the back door.

Jesus. If you're wrong, and he
confronted her after you left...

I shouldn't have come alone, but
I wasn't sure you were up to it.

Stress is a trigger, I saw you
were hurting this morning.

I am fine.

Got a neighbor says he saw
a prowler exiting the backyard

wearing what he called
"a hundred-dollar suit."

I'll deal with the neighbor
if you think I'm up to it.

Take kleavon to the barn,
get a statement.

I paid over $300 for this suit.

Kavanaugh: Hey.

Becca: Who's this?

It's Terry crowley.

It's one of my guys, killed
by a drug dealer years ago.

That is one version.

Terry was working for justice

investigating allegations
of a relationship

between drug dealers
and your clients.

Becca: Got a different version?
Detective mackey,

either acting alone or with
other members of his team,

killed detective crowley

or put him in a position
to be killed.

Just like that Russian
I was gonna murder

before you blew our sting?

Any evidence
or are you all attitude?

In due course.

These theatrics
why you wanted to see us?

I'm sure the three of us
have better things to do.

Yes.

I'm officially informing you
you are under investigation

for the death of Terry crowley

and other allegations
of corruption.

You have a right to a pba rep,
a lawyer.

I see you already got one,

and a good one.

Please, could you get him
to initial here and here,

his signature there?

Becca: We'll cooperate fully

so you can stop wasting
everyone's time, lieutenant.

I suppose you want a statement?

Actually, if you could,
uh, have your clients

walk me through the house

where Terry crowley was killed,
that would be great.

I'll arrange it soon.

Oh, and, uh,
take down these photos

or I'll file for harassment.

[Chuckles lightly]

Becca.

Thought the headline
in this case

was David against Goliath.

Or did this murder charge
slip your mind?

I can't talk about this
right now.

This is a big goddamn deal.

It's all a lie. I'm sorry.
I'll call you later.

What the hell's going on?

He told them to bring me in.

You don't have to talk to him.
I just wanna get this over with.

He can't compel
your cooperation.

If you feel uncomfortable
at any time, you just leave.

Okay.

Corrine. Thanks for coming.

The children, they can
wait inside.

I can take care of my own kids.

Okay. Heh-heh!

This way. Upstairs. Hey, guys.

Dad, what the hell's going on?

Don't talk like that.
He's a cop, right?

Mom do something wrong?
No, never.

Come on.

Vic, I, uh, caught a 187
times two.

Need you to get on it.

What's 187 mean?

It means dad's gonna
find you guys a ride.

Come on, kids. Let's go.

You need anything?
Can I get you coffee or water?

Just ask your questions.

You've told me

that, uh, it's really difficult
to make both the tuitions.

Yet Vic seems to be able to come
up with the money all the time.

How do you think he does that?

Overtime.

Yeah, I've, uh, checked
those paystubs.

He always has been a good
provider, wouldn't you say?

I guess that might change now
that you have to split the pie

four ways instead of three.

I don't understand.

Oh, maybe you're not aware

officer Danielle sofer,
who works here

is filing papen/vork admitting to
a sexual relationship

with Vic over the last
couple of years.

When did you get divorced?

Last year.

Right.

Officer sofer is now pregnant.

Is this another imaginary child
like Andy?

I mean, what kind of a man
says he has an autistic child

to a woman
who has two of her own?

How sick is that?
H didn't like doing that.

I'm sorry, I just needed to know
what kind of woman you are.

Corrine...

Really, I mean,
this is not about me.

This is about Vic.

It's about you,
it's about the kids,

it's about...

This new baby,

how we got to this place and
where we're gonna go from here.

Please.

Have a seat?

Vic: Iil-a-il

California.

Same caliber
as the bop street hit.

Lem: Yup.
The shooter this morning.

Payback's a bitch.
Yeah, and Karma's a whore.

Amado Alvaro. His place.
No sign of forced entry.

What about ass-boy over there?
Larry: No ID yet.

Neighbor called 911,
saw Alvaro's car driving away

a little while after
she heard the gunshots.

Hooptie? Gold rims?

Uh, yeah, uh, '69 olds cutlass.

Why?

Run Alvaro's registration,
put an apb out on the car.

Got it.

Squire, let me get a run
on a '69 olds cutlass.

Larry [over radio]: Vehicle should
be rolling up to you right now, detective.

You see it?

Vic:
We got it. Nice work, Larry.

Say hello to whoever killed
la. And ass-boy.

Who's the chinaman?

Vic: I don't know, but
we're gonna find out.

[Indistinct speech,
horn honking]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Tires squealing]

Hey, you guys, hey!

Shane: Stop! Goddamn it.

Vic: Go.

[Grunting]

Stop. Vic: Hey.

Halt. Ronnie: Hold it.

Hey, stop, dumb-ass.
It's a barbed-wire fence.

Vic: What the hell's he doing?

[Yells]

[Grunting]

I didn't do nothing.

Except a double homicide.

That's crazy. Amado's my main
man.

Buddy, you know the murders
we're talking about.

We got you fleeing the scene
of a murder in the victim's car.

You take one last look
at the outside world.

Where'd you put
the murder weapon?

They were dead when I got there.

All right, search the car.

He was into me for 10 grand.

Some white guy named Kasper
was coming by to drop off money.

[Panting]

Vic: Amado was meeting Kasper?

I wasn't supposed to know.
Kasper was coming by to pay him.

When I saw bodies, ibounced.

We've gotta take another run
at Kasper.

Remember Terry crowley?

Corrine: Sure,
he was on Vic's team.

Do you remember any change
in Vic's behavior

leading up to Terry's death?

No, um, but he was pretty
torn up afterwards. We all were.

I'm sure it was, uh, terrible.

Terry was working for justice,

investigating your ex-husband's
team for corruption.

Planting evidence, extortion,
kickbacks,

laundry list of things.

When Vic made Terry
as working for the feds,

we believe that he
and Shane vendrell murdered him.

Vic's a lot of things,
but he's no killer.

Heh! He's a survivor.
He'll do whatever it takes

to protect himself, his team
and his family.

Are you really trying to tell me
that after 12 years of marriage,

you don't think that that man

is capable of pulling
the trigger on someone

who's trying to take away
everything from him? Everything?

[Voice breaking]
You need to stop this, okay?

Don't cry.

I don't wanna see you
shed one single tear.

'Cause tears imply
that you didn't know.

And don't you sit here
and tell me

that you didn't know,
Mrs. Mackey.

Twelve years you shared his bed.

You knew.

He paid your mortgage,

he paid your bills, and now
he's paying for private schools.

You always knew
what he was capable of,

just like you knew
about the other women.

Don't you sit here and...
And... and... and cry

and tell me that he's a...
He's a good man.

Because we both know
that's bullshit.

You left him because you knew.

And yet you protect him.

You protect him and you lie.

You lie to me. No.

Don't you dare sit here
shedding tears.

You can only do that
if you've earned that right,

if it was all a surprise.

But it's not a surprise
to the woman

who knew him better
than anyone else on this earth.

Is it?

Police. Open up. Man: I can't!

[Hip-hop music playing
over stereo]

Help me.

Please, help me.

Please.

Sir, what's the problem?

Something's got me... my dick...

Please, just...

[Sobbing]

Please help.

All right, sir, just relax,
I'm gonna try to...

No! No! No! Oh, god. Shit.

[Man sobbing]

Oh, please.

[Whimpering]

Please, hurry up.

You're caught in a rat trap.

Call the paramedics.
Get it off me, please.

One-tango-bravo
requesting paramedics

for male, hispanic, mid-30s...

[Screaming]

Tina: Lacerations on his groin.
Oh, god. Oh.

Tina: Sir, it's okay.

Paramedics are on the way.
[Man sobbing]

Oh, damn.

Ouch.

Meanwhile this iad guy's
got my nuts in a waffle iron.

You say this happened
at a glory hole?

Yeah, it's pretty sick, huh?

Guy's lucky his schlong
wasn't cut off.

Well, I figure the perp
only let it snap halfway,

otherwise it would've
no question.

Anyway, we're re-interviewing
the victim

as soon as he gets back
from the hospital.

Price tag. Check out the
hardware store that sold it.

Yeah, it's one of 20 in the same
transaction two days ago.

That's why my to thought you'd
wanna put detectives on it.

I can't spare any, so why
don't you guys run with it?

It's right up Julien's alley.

It's the kind of case he can
really sink his teeth into.

Claudette:
You and Fatima had a fight.

She was nagging you too much,
invading your privacy...

Lady, I came to you.

Y'all wanna pull me in about
this, you're wasting time.

My sister's missing.
And we're trying to find her.

Why aren't you talking
to that neighbor?

We're following up on that.

Claudette:
We wanna find your sister.

You have to start
answering questions.

You gonna cooperate or not?

Anything for her.

Dutch: Give us a minute.

Anyone else, I'd say he's
genuinely concerned about her.

Given that he's a homicidal
sociopath, who knows?

When we get this guy,

I wanna administer
the needle myself.

He's really under your skin.
I wish I could get under his.

Okay, maybe we hit kleavon
with the bloody shirt,

the missing death kit.

We've already exposed Fatima
enough.

I don't wanna blow her cover.

She could still be out there
alive.

You know, he could've realized

the bloody shirt was missing,

figured out Fatima turned on him
even if he didn't see me.

Great. Now that we've covered
your ass,

you help me figure out
what to do.

Shane: Four o'clock this
afternoon, where were you?

Kasper:
Four o'clock this afternoon?

I was at moni's crib

hitting skins and smoking endo.

Don't believe me, ask the girl.

You know an amado Alvaro? No.

Shot and killed in his home
along with a buddy.

Pretty messy. Rest in peace.

Vic: Matches the description
of someone in the attack

on you and your peeps.
Well, like the book says:

"No hand raised against me
shall prosper."

[Door opens]

The other db is adair zeborio.

Vegas pd was looking at him
on a murder-for-hire case.

Professional hit.

He didn't get the job done,
wigger got the last word.

This punk? Unlikely.

Gilligan's still half-baked on
chronic. Let's keep him yapping.

All right.

Am I done here?
Shane: No, you're not.

Not till you tell us what you
were doing at amado Alvaro's.

You all are bugging.
I was at my homegirl's.

How am I gonna try and kill
somebody I never even heard of?

And yow long before you piss off
the wrong mandingo

and he wastes your pasty
wigger ass as reparations?

The streets got nothing but love
for Kasper

long as I'm putting money
in their pockets.

One bad month and you'll be
dangling from a balcony

just like vanilla ice.

Another great white wannabe.

Next, we'll hear about some
shitty rap album

you're gonna wanna put out.

Why you tripping
on this black-white shit?

Color ain't a thing.
Shane: Oh, come on, man.

This is just us glacier monkeys.

We know white is right
and black is wack.

Which is why you're rolling
with the pretty white lady.

You talk like a brother,
but you hang with your own.

Not that the sisters
would show you love anyway.

I get more black ass
than a bus bench in Compton,

you heard? [Both chuckle]

Hard for me to imagine you
holding it down

with some nubian
mattress-monster.

Well, then you need
to ask somebody, one-time.

Taneisha's my go-to girl.

She let me tear her phat ass
and sugar walls up

any time I want.

White ho's only around
'cause she swallows nut

and I can take her home to mom's
without any drama.

Word.

[Door opens]

[Door slams]

Ll douchebag's
starting to piss me off.

Well, he gave us enough to put
his alibi to the taste test.

Pick up the girlfriend.
I'm gonna stick around.

Julien:
You must've seen something.

The assailant had to walk past
you to leave the bathroom.

I really didn't
get a look at him.

Get a booking slip going.
Stand, hands behind your back.

What?
Stand, hands behind your back.

You're arresting me?
Public indecency, lewd conduct.

I'm not the one who did
anything. I've suffered enough.

I-I have a wife and daughters.
If they find out... Jesus.

Look, I-I don't normally do
this sort of thing.

Once or twice, to work stuff
out. Julien: In the cage.

Please, don't do this.
It'll ruin my marriage.

Come on, sir, come on.

I don't have
to say anything to you.

We were married and I'm
protected

under spousal privilege.
[Ch uckles]

He told you to say that,
didn't he?

'Cause it protects him.

You know you can waive
that right

any time you want to, right?

Which is why he probably
didn't even tell you

to get an attorney, did he?

You knew he got his own lawyer?

Maybe you saw her downstairs.
She's real pretty, dark-haired.

[Chuckles]

Such a good provider.

And yet he's covering his ass,

he's covering his guys' ass,

and he leaves you
just hanging out there.

You know why?

Because he doesn't want you
listening to anybody else

but him.

Your lawyer

would, uh, be looking after
your interests.

And that doesn't help him.

That hurts him in fact, so...

Your lawyer would advise you
to... to cooperate,

tell me the truth.

Tell me what I wanna know.

But you're here all alone.

[Scoffs]

You wanna know what I see?
I mean, just looking at you?

I see a mother of three

going away
for obstructing justice

protecting a man
she knows is a criminal.

What are your two
autistic children gonna do

when you're, like, locked away

and you're serving
your sentence?

What are they gonna do?
How are they gonna be in...?

Stop!
Well, tell me what I wanna know.

I'm just asking you
to tell me what...

Tell me what I want to know.

Vic is not going to take care
of those kids when you're gone.

Vic gave me some cash in a bag
a little while ago.

That's it.
I don't know anything else.

There's nothing else.

Well, how...? How much?

Sixty-five thousand.

[Chuckles lightly]

Where'd it come from?

I didn't ask. I... I never asked.

Well, where is it?

I spent most of it
on tuition and therapists.

There's... there's only...
There's only about $5000 left.

I need that money.
I need that money back.

Now.

Now you can cry.

Shane: You might wanna rethink
this alibi you're handing Kasper.

We can put him in the crib where
Alvaro got his brains splashed.

That's the guy who shot at you
and, uh, killed yourfriends.

If you're lying to cover
for your man-boy toy,

we can get you
on conspiracy to commit murder.

Shane:
Pulling the trigger yourself.

You'll be old and in the way by
the time you see the sky again.

I got nothing to say,
period, point-blank.

Kasper's got plenty to say
about you.

Kasper [over TV]: I get more
black ass than a bus bench in Compton,

you heard? [Vic chuckles]

Hard for me to imagine
you holding it down

with some nubian
mattress-monster.

Kasper: Then you better
ask somebody, one-time.

Taneisha's my go-to girl.

She lets me tear her phat ass

and sugar walls up
any time I want.

White ho's only around because
she swallows nut...

You all right? Don't talk to me.

What happened?
Not now. Just let me go.

Corrine... Shane: Vic.

Corrine, I'll call you.

Vic, moni gave up
our friendly ghost.

What's wrong?

[Sighs]

Shane: Hey, come on, man.

Let's go.

Vic:
You know the thing about women?

And it doesn't really matter
what color they are.

When they get pissed off,
watch out.

Moni just threw your
pink ass cheeks to the curb.

Vic: You had the smarts,

the business model.
Shane: Stripper girlfriend.

What you didn't have
was the street cred.

Not really.
Not like some hard-ass brother.

You're only a baller
when somebody wants you dead.

If the bullets miss you, makes
you immortal to the street.

So you hired Alvaro and zeborio
to shoot up your friends.

Make you look like the target.

Market yourself
as some bad-ass dude

instead of a punk-ass white boy.

You been smoking crack.

Your girl, moni... [key smacks]

Just gave us the key
to her locker at the cheetah

where she stashed the tec-9
you did the two hitmen with.

Shooter out of the way, you
don't have to pay for the hit.

The businessman in you
saw a way to save a buck,

instead it's gonna cost you

three to five dimes
in the state pen.

Bitches ain't shit.

Your sister's
a church-going woman.

You grow up that way?

Jesus is my savior,
that's what you mean?

That's what I love
about the church.

No matter how bad you are,
how often,

forgiveness is always there.

All you gotta do is come clean.

What's that got to do
with finding her?

Maybe she started
looking at you funny

after you murdered Lana.

Maybe she wanted to ask you,
but she was too scared.

Then one day it all came out.
But you couldn't have that.

So you had her killed
and reported her missing

so you could look innocent. No!

I didn't kill my sister.

That's my blood.

They're all somebody's blood,
kleavon.

Didn't stop you then,
why this time?

Don't talk to me like that!
I'll talk to you

any way I goddamn please.

You can't arrest me
and you're not helping me.

I'll find her myself.

[Door slams]

I'd be willing to make
these charges go away

on two conditions.
Anything you want.

You never do this type
of thing again. My word.

And you help us ID the guy
who did this.

Heh! Then I'll be involved
in a court case.

I know how this works.
My brother's a lawyer.

Either way, it's all public.
I'll keep your name out.

But I cannot get this guy
and his 19 other rat traps

off the street
without your help.

The bridge of his nose is right,
but his cheekbones are higher.

Hey. You decided to cut him
some slack?

Lesser of two evils,
gets the kook off the streets.

You think we're looking
for a vigilante?

Ah, don't know.

Julien, you and I
got off to a rough start,

but I feel like things
are starting to make more sense.

Good.

Look, man, I grew up with
my gay uncle living with us,

so it's no big deal to me,

but I saw what he had
to go through.

I honestlyjust didn't get
your situation.

Not sure what
you're trying to say.

I'm saying that I understand.

And it's between you and
your wife anyway, so I'm cool.

You're cool? With what?

That I'm the to that should've
washed you out weeks ago?

You don't understand anything.

I know why you recommended me
for robbery-homicide.

There's no need to thank me.

You're getting sicker

and you can't bear
for me to see it.

A woman may be dead because
you wanted to protect me.

I shouldn't have done the search
without you. I'm sorry.

I do not let my illness

get in the way of my job.

You do.

That's dangerous.

I'm not leaving you.

Officer: Detectives?

You wanted to be notified
of any black female dump jobs.

Late 40s. Probably strangled.

That's not kleavon's m.O.

That's his sister.

Uni says it looks like rape.

To his own sister?

[Siren wailing]

[Indistinct radio chatter,
car doors closing]

Man: Just showed up on scene.

Ugh! It's not Fatima.

Dutch: Who is it?

Woman [over radio]: 34, come in.

Dutch: Look at this.

He chopped her hair off.

Yeah. Not with scissors.

Probably a knife?

You recognize the haircut?

Looks like I got under
kleavon's skin after all.

Vic:
Hey, thanks for swinging by.

I wanted to finish this
in person.

Me too. If you didn't before,

now you can see how
out of control kavanaugh is.

I need to decide
if I wanna represent you.

Any of you.

First you're a sacrificial lamb
to appease angry voters...

We're the good guys in this.
Only not that good.

'Cause then you tell me aceveda
had you doing dirty work for him

and is setting you up
to take the fall.

Today I find out this is about
capital murder on a cop.

Becca, it's a put-up job.
Right now

I have no clue about
who the hell you really are.

How can I help you with that?

I actually had a kernel of faith

that you could
take the guy down.

Now it just seems like
you've lost your senses.

You're under investigation,
councilman.

For what?
Your connection with mackey.

I don't understand
how you could be

so gung ho to get this guy

and yet be in his pocket
at the same time.

Something I gotta look at.

What, you still think
that I helped Vic

set you up
with that Russian sting?

Man, he got to you.

Playing us against each other.

You... you may as well
fold up your tent and go home.

One thing I know for sure,

when you sat in this office

you could've put an end to him,
but you didn't.

Now it's my turn.

You seriously think this little
display of yours is gonna work?

[Sighs]

[Paper rustling]

I need you to initial here,

here

and I'd really like
your signature here.

You're still
a reserve cop, right?

I do have authority over you.

You walk out that door,
I'm gonna take your badge,

and I'm gonna tell
every reporter in town why.

Then you might as well
add insubordination

to your list of bullshit
allegations.

You want any paperwork signed,

I'll have the city attorney
take a look at it. Fine.

I'm chairman of the police
committee.

This is a fight you don't want.

I didn't want any of it.

But I'm here

and I'm staying.

Corrine, call me.
[Phone beeps off]

Kavanaugh's upstairs
with aceveda.

What the hell's going on?

It's almost 8
and he's still at it.

What do we do,
just leave for the night?

J' everything goes
in the trash j'

j' and everything goes now j'

j' seven songs
inside your head j'

j' seven sets of words
you know j'

j'iknowj'

j' you know j'

j' anything goes j'

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