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Narrator:
Previously on the shield:

Fainted. She was out
before she fe... claudette.

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

How much?

Sixty-five thousand.

I need that money.

When talking to kavanaugh,
I noticed a ring.

He's been divorced,
like, two years.

You ever heard of a guy
named Antwon Mitchell?

I know mackey and his guys,

they have some connection
with Antwon Mitchell.

Her body shows up with bullets
in it from your two gats.

You'll be doing time
for a long, long time.

Waste your time
with these theories

and you'll find yourself
even more lost than you are now.

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

in the glove compartment
of your car.

You never logged it.

Why hasn't he arrested Lem let?

Kavanaugh's gonna get emolia
to give you up.

You're not safe here.
I gotta move you.

Why? What happened?

Got possible leaks.

You said Vic wouldn't find out.

[Pounding on door]

Vic, what the hell?

You didn't return
any of my calls.

Kavanaugh,
what did you tell him?

That I saw
your guy take the heroin.

Six months,
you could have warned me.

One of my men, maybe all of us,

are going to jail
because of you.

But without you,
iad's case goes away.

[Door opens]

Jesus. It's you.

Reporter [over radio]:
Reported today that Saudi Arabia

has offered a proposal
to Syria...

[Toothbrush swishing]

[Steam wh istli ng]

[Toothbrush swishing]

[Drawer slides]

[Watch ticking]

[Keys jingle]

[Chattering]

Antwon Mitchell.

Antwon: Well,
you're the right color.

But for some reason,
I feel that, uh,

you're workin' on
the wrong side, brother.

Jon kavanaugh, internal affairs.
Los Angeles.

Really? What part?

Lately, I've been based
in Farmington.

Don't tell me you have officers
stealing ghetto kids' bicycles

and taking their candy?

Come on, say it ain't so, Joe.

You recognize these gentlemen,

I know.

Need to know everything
you know about these men.

You want everything,

and I just need something.

The pope himself
couldn't get you mercy time

on those two cop killings.

Let's just say I'm trying
to keep hope alive, then.

I could see what I can do

about your accommodations
and privileges here.

I run this goddamn place, man.

What is it that you think
I'm not gettin' up in here, huh?

Pussy?

I tore some of that shit
up this morning

and I'm not talking
about the cellmate kind.

You're obviously no fan of cops.

Here's your chance to help me

put four of them
in a dark, dark corner.

See, now you're venturing
into an interesting area

but I can't feed my peeps
with no moral victories.

How do I know you even
have shit on these guys?

Shane vendrell?

I could Bury
this banjo-playin' asshole.

Bitch likes to talk the walk.

But if you put a boot
on his throat,

his eyes tear up

like a little bitch.

And bitches,
they give up their buddies.

That's what makes 'em bitches.

The price is simple.

I help you put away
these four fine young men,

you make sure
you put them away right here.

You want them
to spend their time here?

Yes, that way every morning,
I can see their smiling faces

when I'm eating my oatmeal.

So you can kill them, right?

You got me all wrong, mister.

Scout's honor. No deal.

You know my name.

If your brain clears up,

give me a collect call.

Sorry you wasted a drive, Joe.

What was it? Three, four hours?

You're forgetting,
time is on my side.

That's where you're wrong.

You see, me, I'm just living
one real long day.

You're the one who has
the ticking clock in his ear.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here
talking to a man like me.

You change your mind,
give me a call.

Dispatcher [over cb]: Handle
code three, 1-tango-10, Roger that.

Vic: Six-Paul-11 to control.

I'm code six at 5029 king drive.

We're gonna need additional
units for evacuation

and the bomb squad.

You're not gonna believe this.

But someone tossed
a bunch of grenades

into a backyard barbecue.

Dispatcher:
Did you say grenades?

Vic: Yeah. Live grenades.

Stay right there.

[Tires squeal]

Paramedic: There's a husband.

Hey. What happened?

You here on iad business
or you just visiting the front?

Just tell me what happened,
all right?

Backyard barbecue.

Somebody tossed four or five
grenades over the fence.

M26, Vietnam era, time delay.

That one's a dud.

All clear.

Vic: Good. Let's go.

Victims?

Spookstreet souljahs.

They're a local black set.

Friends, girlfriends, kids.

Shane: Hey, I, uh...

Found this in the house.

Ronnie: Already cut,
bagged and weighed.

It's a spookstreet
distribution crib.

Gang retaliation?

If spookstreet was beefing
we'd have heard about it.

Local sets around
here don't carry

this kind of heavy artillery.

You might wanna stand back.

There's some real
police work goin' on here.

Shane: Take this around front?

Sure.

Jon: Kyle, thanks, man.

Kyle: No problem, Jon.

You said you got
a call last week

from an El Salvadorian contact

offered you a job
assembling grenades?

Last week, you said
I was a liar.

You were feeding me
bullshit stories

like you're trying to get out
of testifying against mackey.

Cut this for her, will you?

A bunch of grenades
went off today.

Maybe now you'll listen to me.

I need you to tell me
what's going on.

You want information?

Then promise me
I won't have to testify

against Vic or his guys.

We've been over this already.

You not testifying against
mackey is not gonna happen.

You're cutting
the pieces too big.

The only thing
keeping you out of jail

and sebastio out of
a foster home is my good grace.

So you tell me what you know
about those grenades

or the next person
cutting his food

is gonna be a social worker.

Owner of the spookstreet house
that got bombed is latasha Dunn.

Son's name is Marcus Dunn.

Street name is mc Dunn-good.

Dunn-good's
a spookstreet lieutenant.

Why don't you and Ronnie
go scoop him up?

All right. Vic.

My c.I. Has intel.

It's the salvadorians.
I think she can help.

Emolia's friend, Maria,
contacted her last week.

Salvadorians
were looking for girls

to assemble a large
shipment of grenades.

You heard about this
and you didn't share it?

We've all seen his nose
for quality intel

is not exactly reliable.

She gave me tips before.
Most of them were bogus.

So your main witness
against Lem is unreliable.

That's good to know.

Billings:
All right, so, what now?

My team will set up a meet
between emolia and Maria.

We'll work our way backward
to the tossers.

You're not putting her
in the field.

It's too dangerous.

She told us there's
another shipment coming.

You want every night here
to be the fourth of July?

All right.

Your team can run
the investigation.

But decisions involving emolia,

I have final word.

I don't run an op

without makin' all the calls.

Neither Vic
nor his team will have

any unsupervised
contact with emolia.

And they do anything on the sly
to threaten or coerce her,

I'll pull her immediately.

[Chuckles]

And either myself or agent irwin

will be with her
at all times, all right?

Do it.

J“ just another day j“

j“ come on j“

j'dayj'

hey.

Look, we can deal
with other stuff tomorrow.

What's important today is that
we track down these grenades.

Your safety,
that's my number one priority.

You may have all worked out
a deal, but I haven't.

Now, you want my help?

I wanna know
what's in it for me.

That's not what we talked about.

I need $20,000.

For sebastio to get help,
like Vic's kid gets.

Let's talk about
this later, okay?

No. Now.

This department's
always looked out for you.

You help us crack this,

there'll be something
in it for ya.

Maria says the bosses
are shipping grenades into L.A.

They're assembling them here.

Othen/vise, they could
explode during shipping.

They're lookin' for cutters,
help put them together.

Nimble-fingered girls
they can trust.

Why do the salvadorians
need grenades?

They're making a play

to get back into
the drug protection business.

The Colombians
control the drugs.

They use the Mexicans
to mule it from Bogota

into the black dealers'
hands in la.

The salvadorians used
to protect all of it:

Uh, mules, routes,
distribution centers.

Until we busted their
general bonilla last year.

Crippled their L.A. power base.

Colombians figured
if the salvadorians

couldn't protect themselves,

why pay them
to protect their product?

So they're bombing their way
back into the business?

Extortion.

Vic:, right.

Hope it's not too late
for you to get that job?

No.

But I'll need to call Maria.

Let's set up a meet.

Lieutenant.

How's your partner?

Getting better.

Nasty fall. Is she...?

She'll be back soon.

I'm glad to hear it.

You, uh, finding anything
on the strike team?

That investigation's ongoing.

You checkin' into
their finances?

Their money?

If you're not iookin',
you should be.

What do you think I'd find?

Not here. Later.

And don't talk to me out there
like we're friendly.

Dispatcher [over cb]:
Pontiac sport vehicle...

Kyle, what's...?

What's going on?
Why is emolia moving?

Emolia's contact
made a last minute change.

Moved the meet.

Okay, follow her.
Maintain a visual.

Mackey disagrees.

Thinks her contact
might have eyes out for a tail.

I don't care what he thinks.
Let's just move.

Look, she's wired up, she's got
GPS tracking on her cell.

She's got eyes and ears
on her at all times.

I never authorized
the use of a wire here.

Well, I know how much
you love 'em,

I figured I'd try one
for a change.

Give 'em a five-minute
head start,

then we follow.

[Horn honks]

Lem: Oh, great.
Kavanaugh's coming.

Nothing like a large black man
wearing a suit

jumping in your Van
to maintain your cover.

Is she okay?

No reason why she wouldn't be.

Emolia [over wire]:
This the place we do the work?

Maria: Not yet. There's someone
who needs to meet you first.

Tejado runs security.

Guardo is in charge.

Come on.

Guardo.

Who are they?

[Men speaking in Spanish]

I don't use.

I check every girl I hire.

This isn't the same
as h-cutting.

You need cojones. Quick fingers.

One mistake,
your face gets blown off.

First, you reset the striker
in the fuse head.

Attach the spoon.

He's assembling a live one.

Lock the striker in place
by inserting the safety pin.

You know,
once you remove the pin

and the handle's released,

you have five seconds

to put the spoon
and the pin back

before it explodes.

Is that a live grenade in there?

Catch.

[Grenade clan ks]

No, no, no, it's okay,
he's bluffing.

That grenade wasn't armed.

[Chuckles]

You never lost your nerve.

Tejado will call you
with instructions.

Let you know when and where
to start working.

Come on. Let's go.

How'd you know he was bluffing?

Because once you pull the pin,
there's no turning back.

He knew it wasn't live.

Let's move. Make the bust.

No. It's too early.

We bust 'em now,

we only get a couple of players
off the street.

There'll still
be grenades out there.

We squeeze tejado and guardo,
and then they give it up.

That's what we do.

Fresh-off-the-boat
salvadorians rarely rat.

They'll take a needle
before they talk.

We follow guardo.

Let him lead us to the grenades.

Lem: He must be parked out back.

Hey, hey! Emolia's
still up there.

They bought her cover.
She's fine.

I don't move now,
we're gonna lose him. Let's go.

We're not leaving emolia here.

All right, all right.
Make sure emolia's all right.

We'll find guardo on the street.

Curfls: All right.

Hey. How'd it go?

They bought her cover.

Gonna call
with a time and place.

In the meantime,
she'll wait up in observation.

Marcus Dunn.
A.K.A. Mc Dunn-good.

Ronnie: His
mother's house was hit.

Found a drugstore
in his bedroom closet.

Hit the street.
Find what you can about guardo.

We'll take mc dumbshit upstairs
and have a little chat.

Come on, let's go.

Uh, lieutenant,
you've got a telephone call.

Take a message for me?

They said it's urgent.

Who said?
She says her name's Sadie.

Excuse me.

Sadie?

Detective, I need you
to give me a ride

to the 300 block
of forestry street.

What's there?

A crime scene.

You're gonna be the primary.

Uh, I've got work. And you don't
hand out my assignments.

Do I have to remind you
how many rungs

detective falls below lieutenant
on the department ladder?

You get your ass
out of that chair

and meet me in the motor pool

before I open
an insubordination file,

and put your picture
up on my wall.

Come on!

I was only makin' sure

I wasn't too friendly
to you on the floor.

Come on, man, I was just
maintaining your cop cred

with the other iad haters.

You should be thankin' me.

Next time, I'd prefer
the silent treatment.

So? Mackey's finances?

You ever hear
of an Armenian money train?

The money laundering operation
of the Armenian mob.

I think the strike team
ripped 'em off.

Dangerous enemies to make.

Not if you get away with it.

And I think we're talking
about a lot of money.

Mackey gave his ex 65 grand
in cash they can't account for.

Corrine's got nothing
to do with anything illegal.

This is... this is all Vic.

Can I get a look at your notes?

Sure.

So, what's this case?

I got a call from my ex, Sadie.

She was just raped.

Paramedic: Is that too tight?

Breathe normally.

Jon?

Are you all right?

I don't know.

[Whispering] What happened?

She was attacked
as she got out of her car.

Dragged to the side
of the vehicle,

out of sight
of anyone passing by.

No witnesses yet.

We need to get her to
a hospital right away, do a kit.

Sadie: I stopped him.

I stopped him in the middle.

I fought back
like you taught me.

I hit him, and I hit him,
and I... and I hit him

until he got
off of me and he ran.

And I refused to be the...

The victim. I know. Yeah.

That's good.

Detective wagenbach.

He's gonna be handling
this investigation, okay?

We're gonna take
good care of you, ma'am.

Did you, uh, get a good look
at your attacker?

Mexican. Uh, mid-30s.

Dark eyes.
And a mole right here.

I-I took a picture
of him in my head

when I was fighting
him because...

'Cause you... you always said...

I know, I know. You did great.

You did great.

Next thing is,
these officers, here,

they're... they're gonna
take you to the hospital

and they're gonna do some tests
to preserve evidence, okay?

You... you're gonna
be with me, right?

I'm gonna ride with you
to the hospital

and then I... I just gotta
check on a few things.

Stay with me.

You need privacy. You do.

Don't leave me. Jon.

Look, I'm gonna be right back
after the tests are done, okay?

Okay?

You let me take care
of everything.

Look, we can sit here
all day, Marcus.

That's not gonna change the fact
that you got a big problem.

Yeah. I know.

The salvadorians want back in
on the drug protection business.

[Over TV] Now, tell me
some shit I don't know.

Lem: So spookstreet's
just gonna sit

while they blow up
your drug cribs?

It's time to make peace, man.

I told you. The bosses in Bogota
ain't gonna go for that.

Well, the bosses aren't having
grenades shoved up their asses.

Colombians control the product.
They make the rules.

Ain't shit I can do about that.

Give me the addresses
of the other drug cribs

so I can stop them myself.

Yeah, right.
How stupid do y'all think I am?

Never ask a question
you don't want the answer to.

[Door opens]

Y'all can keep sending in
the clowns all day,

ain't gonna change shit.

I'm the one player in this room
who's got anyjuice.

[Chuckles]

How'd you get scratched up?

It really matter?

Internal affairs.
It does if I believe you.

You the one and only man?

Prove it.

[Buttons beeping]

District attorney
Eric zuckerman.

Hello? Eric.

Jon kavanaugh.
What's up, Johnny?

Hear about that house in
Farmington got hit by grenades?

Yeah, that's some
pretty freaky shit, man.

Salvadorian bangers are planning
to hit a couple more.

Ah, that's not good.

I've got a perp looking
at a possession with intent rap

willing to trade us
the addresses of targets

if we let him skate
on just possession.

Send it to my office.

Need to any hear more?

I trust you.

Cool. Talk to you later.

I'll be here, Jon.

My nigger.

All right.
Give up the addresses.

Those cribs get busted
off my tip,

you might as well
stick a needle in me.

We'll give you a half hour
to call your homies.

Let 'em get the merchandise
out of there

before the cavalry arrives.

Can I use your phone?

[Speaking indistinctly]

Woman [over speakers]:
Page operator. Dr. Kalin...

Lieutenant.

Mrs. Mackey.

Jon, I helped treat Sadie.

Took a rape kit.

And?

There's some minor
tearing and trauma.

Skin under her fingernails? No.

But she said she punched him
and didn't scratch, so...

DNA?

She fought him off quickly.

It was almost like...

What? Isn't a rape
because it didn't last long?

No. I was gonna say
that this guy got more

than he bargained for.

She's a fighter.

She okay to come down
to the barn?

I'll have to ask her doctor,
but, um, I think so.

She's that way.

Excuse me. Yeah, sure.

No. He had a mole.
Right here on his cheek.

You're doing good.

Just keep looking.

Yeah, don't worry.

Take your time,
keep looking, okay?

How's it going?

We've been showing her
our sexual assault regulars.

No hits yet.

Kavanaugh:
Guys, give me a second?

Just a second.

I'm trying... I... I...

You know what?

I'm gonna get you
some clean clothes

and I'm gonna take you down
to where I work, okay?

Why don't you get, you know,
cleaned up and everything.

Sadie, you know
I'm here for you, right?

Jon kavanaugh.

Emolia? Where's emolia?

Inside.

There you are.

Why'd you bring her here?

Uniforms pulled over
a Salvadorian

who fit guardo's description.

Mackey wanted her to make an ID.

It wasn't him.

She could've been compromised.

Vic: You were off the grid.

I made a command decision.

What? To get her killed?

That'd be great for you,
wouldn't it?

You been with her every second?

Kyle: Yeah.

He even try to talk to her?

No.

So, what happened?

Four grenades were thrown

through four windows
simultaneously.

The house was hit on all sides.

A, uh, gas pipe
exploded in the kitchen.

Whoever tossed them wanted
to make sure no one made it out.

This isn't one of
the addresses Dunn gave us.

Vic: No, it isn't.

George and Mattie Jackson.
Retired schoolteachers.

So it's not a spookstreet
drug crib?

Only drug we found was metamucil
in the medicine cabinet.

Must've been taking a nap
when the grenades came knocking.

Kavanaugh: So what?
Marcus lied? Gave us a bad list?

An old list.

We busted this place last year.

A spookstreeter named gat
used to bunk here

until rawling seized it
and put it up for auction.

If salvadorians were protecting
spookstreet product last year,

they'd know this place.

This was an old drug crib.
Last year's.

Yeah. The salvadorians are
working on an out-of-date list.

How old a list we talkin' about?

About a year...
A year. Maybe two.

Write down as many
as you can remember.

I'll do my best. But I ain't
got a memory for this.

You can take him.

Sadie ID'd a suspect
out of a mug book.

An Emmanuel olivo.
I've got him in interrogation.

You seem to be unclear on
the concept of parole, Emmanuel.

See, we give you
an early chance at freedom.

You return the favor
by not raping anyone.

Who's he?

Dutch: Where were
you this morning?

Filling out job
applications. Where?

All around. It's not that easy.

Gotta report my status...

As a registered sex offender.

You sure you didn't
take a break between references

to rape a woman in a parking lot
off forestry street?

Hell, no.

Remember where you
filled applications?

Not the names.

It would help provide
you with an alibi.

Yeah, but I don't got it.

He's lying. Can't you see that?

Yeah, it's just
a couple things bother me.

Uh, his previous sexual assaults
were against teenage girls,

not adult women.

Assaults that we know about.

Yeah. A-Also Sadie referenced
a mole a couple of times.

Olivo doesn't have one.

That's one detail off.
All the others match, though.

You gonna put him in front
of Sadie to make sure?

Yeah, I already
brought her down here.

Dutch: Listen, about Sadie...

Ronnie: You ready, Vic?

What the?

Shit. Vic: All right.

Can you hold on a second?

Sadie, I'll be right back.

Get her started, all right?

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, where you...?
Where you going?

Emolia's contact just called us.

They're assembling grenades
above a furniture store.

I used to cut h there.

They want me right away.

We're gonna drop her off.

Let guardo make the pickup,

and then we'll sweep in
and bust his crew.

And the list of spookstreet
drug cribs Marcus Dunn gave us?

Billings is sending units

to clear out the tenants
that live there.

And post cops
in front of each one.

Guardo won't, uh...

He won't be making that pickup
for another couple hours.

Make sure emolia gets in safely.

Give me a call
if anything changes.

Kyle: Yes, sir.

Some place important
you need to be?

How we doing? Better.

Sadie positively identified
Emmanuel olivo as her attacker.

I'm proud of you.

So strong.

Can I, uh...?

Yeah. Uh, excuse me.

Come home tonight.

No.

It's time to come home.

Our bed misses you.

Let me take care of you,
all right?

You gotta stop wearin' that.

It doesn't feel right.

Sadie.

Sadie, come home.

Don't keep askin'.

'Cause at some point,
I'm gonna say yes

and then what kind of trouble
are we gonna be in?

Dutch: Lieutenant?

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant kavanaugh?

Excuse me for a second.

You can't give me
a minute? I just need...

Yeah, I'm sorry. She...?

She okay?

Yeah.

She's great.

Thank you. Really.

I appreciate you
closing this up for me.

Um... you don't...

You don't know
how much I appreciate it.

That's the thing, it's not...

It's not really closed.

W-Why didn't you tell me

that Sadie has a history
of mental illness?

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Jesus Christ!

You digging up dirt on her?

Okay, okay, I've been
invesfigafing

the claims of a witness.

A victim.

Avictim, right, right.

But we have
no physical evidence...

Because she fought him off.

Okay, okay.

Right, and we are...

We are all grateful for that.

But it presents problems
if the case goes to trial.

You see? She's our sole witness

and she's got a history
of mental illness.

It's all in the past.

O-Okay.

How bad was it?

Few years ago,
had a rough patch.

She, uh...

Paranoia, psychosis, depression.

I'm talking depression.

Dementia?

Difficulty understanding
reality?

No. She always knew
who she was and where she was.

She just...

She just became different,
all right?

Okay. A-And now?

We got divorced,
she went and found some doctors.

They treated her.

She's fine. She's back.

She's reliable?

Yes, that's what
I'm telling you.

She's solid? Yes.

'Cause we don't have any
corroborating evidence.

Why don't you get back
to the crime scene

with some extra hands and find
the evidence that you require

to put the man who raped
my wife behind bars.

[Door slams]

I have to stay?

Uh, just a little bit longer.

Room upstairs.
A couch where you can lie down.

Go upstairs and lie down,
all right?

Left at the top,
first door on your left.

I'm gonna check on you
in a minute.

I'll be there in a minute, okay?

Mrs. Mackey.

How is she? She's better.

Good.

This is my attorney,
Sydney driber.

Lieutenant kavanaugh.

The money I promised to turn in.
It's all there.

Log this into evidence
for me, please.

My client wishes to cooperate
fully with your investigation.

She never engaged
in any criminal behavior.

She seeks only to secure
immunity against any prosecution

in exchange for what she knows
about her ex-husband's past.

So you're ready to tell
the truth, whole truth?

Yes, yes.

Assuming an arrangement
can be made.

Did detective wagenbach
arrange or suggest for you

to be the attending nurse
for Sadie today?

You're here to tell the truth
or you're not.

He suggested it, okay?

He said it might earn
goodwill with you.

Is that wrong?

There is nothing illegal
about a registered nurse

caring for a patient.

No. Wasn't wrong of you.

Dutch didn't do anything wrong.

He was trying to help me.
You know what?

I don't have time
right now to discuss any deal.

Even if I was amenable to one,

which I will have to take
under consideration.

But I do thank you
for bringing in the money.

[Cell phone rings]
Kavanaugh, yeah.

Guardo showed up early.

He's moving the girls
and grenades.

Where's emolia now?

Trackin' her GPS.

We're all over her.

Pull her over.
I want her out of there.

They're stopping.

We bust them now,

they'll tip the other location.

Look. This is a black hole.
We know nothing.

Emolia knows
to take care of herself.

She fooled me for six months.

Are you... are you trying
to get her killed, huh?

Good.

Great. Glad we're on
the same page.

Shit.

We might have to move in
quick and quiet.

Everyone turn off
their cell phones.

[Cell phones beeping]

[Speaking in Spanish]

Where's SWAT?

You said SWAT was gonna be here.

Should be here any minute.

Ronnie: They got
mp5s. At least two dozen.

Looks like they're planning
to set up shop permanently.

It's a goddamn armory in there.

How long before backup
and SWAT arrive?

Ten, 15 minutes, tops.

Tejado:
Guardo, we're short a grenade.

Guardo: Are you sure?

I counted twice. Stop, stop!

Search her.

Guardo.

[Gasps]

I... I only was gonna
sell it for money.

There's so many,
I didn't think you'd care.

[Groans]

What's going on?

Kyle: It's hard to tell.

Guardo: Check the others.

They're gonna find the wire.

Shane: Go, go, go, get out.

[Gasps]

This one's wearing a wire.
You told me I could...

Emolia: Vic! Help me!

Help me!

Shane: Get 'em up. Up.

Stay down! On the ground,
right now, on the ground.

On the ground! On the ground!

[Indistinct shouting]

Lem: Grenade!

Down.

Where do you think you're going?

Okay?

Shane: Yeah, we're all clear.

Clear.

Clear.

Emolia!

Kavanaugh: Kyle, where is she?

I don't see her.

Kavanaugh: You take him.

Emolia!

Mackey!

[Whispering]

Emolia.

What did you just say to her?

I just told her
what a good job she did.

And what is she doing back here?

I was getting her
out of harm's way.

Shane: Hey, guardo's gone.

Grab Lem and Ronnie
and set up a perimeter.

Let's scoop him up.

There's no sign
of guardo anywhere.

My guys'll squeeze the souljahs.

Find out who he is,
where he likes to hide.

Hey, captain, somebody ripped
off the vending machines again.

Goddamn it.

These things cost
a fortune to fix.

Jon.

No wonder these guys
get away with murder.

Captain's more concerned
with the sandwich machine

than he is with personnel.

Pick up her son and her mother.

Don't let anyone know
where she is.

Anyone.

Okay.

What's up, man?
Man: Same old shit.

I always knew
you had some good cop in you.

You bailed me out, man.

Let me return the favor to you.

Quit chasing me and Vic.
Let us do our jobs.

Curtis, do you really wanna
go to jail for that guy?

Do you think that he would have

picked up that grenade
and saved me?

That he would save you?

Look, Vic is a great cop.

He's a great cop,
all right? Curtis...

A real cop would see that.

Hear me, please.

I'm giving you one last chance.

Give me Vic.

Don't throw your life
away for him.

Vic: What's going on here?

Man, this guy
just won't back off.

Keeps threatening
to send me to jail.

This man saves your life

and you show him your gratitude
by offering him jail time?

It's no wonder,
you're iad's mvp.

Ten square blocks
around Sadie's crime scene

are plastered with flyers
like that one.

Warning about a registered
sex crime offender

in their neighborhood.

Note the mole on his cheek.

At least it appears
to be a mole at first glance.

It's an ink stain.
It's on all the flyers.

She ID'd him off that,
not because he attacked her.

She works in the neighborhood,

she probably saw the flyer.

When he raped her,
the memory came back.

Doesn't change what happened.

I went back to olivo,

told him about the rape,
and he came clean.

He wasn't filling out
job applications.

He was at a local high school

watching the girls'
cross-country team run laps.

He didn't tell us because
it's a violation of his parole.

Of course he's gonna admit to
that before admitting to rape.

Coach saw him hangin' around.

We, uh... we found this bottle
in the nearest trash can

near Sadie's parking lot.

There's... vaginal residue.

Pubic hair all over the mouth
and outside of the bottle.

Now, maybe it was used
in the attack,

but she never mentioned it.

And she's pointing a finger
at a perverted,

but innocent, guy.

Where is she?

Wonder what that's all about.

I don't know.

Whoever the woman is,
she's got him pretty shook up.

How long till I can leave?

Not long.

I'm meeting someone tonight.

How you feeling, Sadie?
You okay?

Yeah, I've been good.

Been real good.

I-I, um... I made
a life for myself.

I know you didn't think
I could do that on my own.

Same medications, same...
Same dosages?

Jon.

I just want to know which Sadie
I'm talking to right now.

Ask me to come back again.

I'm asking you
for the truth, Sadie.

Sadie: The truth is...

You've lost some weight,
haven't you?

Why doesn't it look
healthy, though, Jon?

I mean, what's
going on with you?

Have you been missing me?

Ex-wife.

But he keeps wearing
the wedding ring.

Sometimes you just gotta
let the pussy go.

I'm asking for the truth about

this morning.

About the rape.

I want you to kill him
for doing it.

Kill what?

A soda bottle?

Ask me to come home, Jon.

I'll say yes. I am ready
to come home to our bed now.

I am.

Please, just ask.

You're gonna be charged with
filing a false police report.

And you're gonna be remanded
for psychiatric care.

That's what you have to do.

I'm... i'm... I'm not sick
like I used to be. No, I...

No, I've been taking
my medication.

Now I'm fine.

Sadie, you took a soda bottle
and you shoved it up yourself...

But I knew what I was...

I... I knew what I was doing.

No, listen, no, listen.
No, it was wrong.

But I knew.

I wasn't confused.

I... I just didn't know
how else to talk to you.

You pick up the damn phone.

You just call me on the phone.

Yeah, but... I wanted you
to be able to save me.

See, I did it 'cause I...
I knew you want to save me.

Jon.

To deserve me again.

Because I wanna
come home now, Jon.

I'm ready.
I'm ready to come home now.

So just...

God, just ask me already.

Come on.

[Whispering]
You're gonna be charged

with filing
a false police report.

You're gonna be remanded
for psychiatric care.

Sadie: No, that detective,

he's done everything
you've asked him to do.

So you just tell him
that it was a mistake.

I can't.

Yeah, you can.

I won't.

You're gonna abandon
me again, Jon?

No.

Like the last time?

You're... you're gonna
leave me alone, again?

I'm going to help you.

Take me home.

I can't.

There are rules.

Then break one.

What I do is I stop cops
from breaking the rules.

I can't stop them
if I can't stop myself.

Then you try bending one
just once.

I'm an internal affairs
lieutenant.

That's... that's who I am.

And I am your goddamn wife.

And when I got sick,
you left me alone, Jon.

You shit all over me.

And the rest of the world
shit all over me.

I couldn't take care of you.

You tell the truth.

You didn't want to.

I was tired.

Of taking care of your wife.

So you left.

I'm sorry.

You can shove sorry right up
there with the pop bottle.

Don't say that, okay?

I wasn't worth taking care of.

And now I'm not worth
shit and you...

It's okay. No!

I wanna go home.
I wanna go home.

No... i'm... please?

Please?

Holy shit.

At least we found his weak spot.

I wanna go home.

[Sobbing]

Everyone sees what I am.

Everyone sees me.

They all see.

Come on, Jon.

Shit, go!

Don't leave me.

Hey, hey!

You!

You're under arrest.

For possession of heroin
with intent to distribute.

Today? You gonna
arrest me today?

Give me your badge and gun.

You're kiddin' me.
Give me your badge and gun.

Get off me, man.

Get your hands off him.

You touch me, you're gonna go
in the jail cell next to him.

Hey! Curtis.

Don't be stupid, Curtis.

You give me your badge
and your gun.

Captain billings,

you take his badge

and you take his gun, now.

Now.

Vic: It's okay.

Kavanaugh: Officers.

Arrest that man.

You arrest him
or you're gonna lose your jobs.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go!

Kavanaugh: Get him printed.

We're out of ink.

Stick him in the cage
until you're ready.

He's a cop.

You don't put him in there.

Clean out one of
the other cages.

No. He's goin' in there
right now. Let's go.

Officer, come over here.

Uncuff him,
stick him in the cage.

Let's go.

Yeah, come on in
and have a seat.

[Door buzzes, opens]

There you go, Mitchell. Inside.

You woke me up
out of my beauty sleep, man.

Yeah, I can see that.

I need a second with him.

I need you to tell me
everything.

Everything that you know

about mackey
and the strike team.

Like I told you before,

no deal, no info.

Get me back to my cell.

You got your deal.

As long as you give me
what it is I need to know.

[J'j'j']