All language subtitles for The.Shield.S05E09.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Narrator:
Previously on the shield:

Vic: It's Terry
crowley, one of my guys

killed by a drug dealer
years ago.

That is one version.
If you could have your clients

walk me through the house,
that would be great.

Hey!

Kavanaugh:
Terry was working for justice

investigating a relationship
between drug dealers

and your clients.

Officer Danielle sofer
is filing paperwork

relating to a sexual
relationship with Vic

over the last couple of years.

Officer sofer is now pregnant.

Need to know everything
about these men.

The price is simple: I help you
put away these fine young men,

you make sure you
put them away right here.

So you can kill them, huh?

I made a life for myself.
Missing me?

Ex-wife.

Ask me to come back again.

You'll be remanded
to psychiatric care.

I am your goddamn wife.

Vic:
At least we found his weak spot.

Oh, Jon. Shit. Go.

Hey! You're under arrest
for possession of heroin

with intent to distribute.

I need you to tell me
everything that you know

about mackey
and the strike team.

No deal... you got your deal.

[Doors buzzing]

Guard: Okay, mills, brown,
move up to the day room.

Inmate: What you
looking at, you punk ass?

[Door slams]

Guard: Fernandez, Wilson.

[Man shouts]

[Door buzzes]

Guard 2: Ten minutes.

[Door sh uts]

How's it going? I'm all right.

What's going on? We got a plan?

Yeah, get you the hell
out of here.

Did Mara back off putting up

her and Shane's house
as collateral?

We're still working on bail.
Right.

But kavanaugh had the IRS
freeze our assets, all of us.

So I'm stuck.

There's no way you're
coming up with $100,000.

I've already filed a motion
to have your bail reduced.

Okay. How long you think
I need to hold out for?

You listen to me.

Twenty-four hours,
you're out of here.

Tomorrow night,
you sleep in your own bed.

You just gotta stay good for 24.

All right.

All right.

Take the back.

Man: Don't move.
Stay still. Don't move-

police. Drop your weapon.
It's okay. Don't shoot.

Drop your weapon! I'm a cop!

Goddamn it,
drop your weapon now!

Stop. Stop right there.

[Car alarm ringing]

Get on your knees. Get
on your knees. Nice work.

Get on your knees.
Rookie, right?

Julien: Tina.

Man, tell your partner
not to shoot.

He's undercover.

I didn't know.
He didn't identify himself.

His right arm,
it's the color of the day.

Which makes you
ditz of the month, honey.

Terry went down here?

Yeah, about where the chair is.

Two-time came out blasting.
Terry went down. We fired back.

Ballistics gave Vic
the kill shot.

Well, I must've been
a close second.

Off my game, I guess.

Were you off your game
when Angie stubbs got murdered?

Your bullet got the kill shot
on that one.

Gun wasn't in my hand.

Right, Angie's death
got pinned on Antwon Mitchell...

Nothing got pinned.
He killed her.

Right. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You just watched.

Mitchell ever give you
any money?

Put you on his payroll?

He was undercover.
It's all documented.

Not all of it.

The drug payoffs.

The one-niner pimps
you were shaking down.

The nights and days
that you spent

being Antwon Mitchell's
bought bitch.

Think I don't know about that?

We are here to talk
about crowley.

Otherwise, we'll be going.

Sure.

Stay right here.

Relax, asshole. I'm just
copping a squat, all right?

Kavanaugh: Detective mackey.

Come on up.

According to you

Terry entered the room
before it was cleared.

I failed to clear the bathroom.

Ilooked, I thought it was clear,

but two-time must have
been behind the wall.

There were noises,

movements from the other side
of the house.

Shane and I started that way.

I moved on before I should have.

I'm gonna have
to live with that.

Soon as I turned around,
about two seconds,

heard the shot, Terry fell.

We returned fire.

Now, we can run
this six more times.

Two-time's always
gonna have the gun.

Terry's always gonna be dead.

Man: Right.

You got some kind of a problem?

I thought you'd remember drew

from Terry's funeral,
but no matter.

Drew crowley, Vic mackey.

Doesn't remember because
he never looked at me

or my family that day.

Formerly officer drew crowley,
San Diego.

Left the force
after his brother was murdered.

Mothers, you know.

Drew: I just wanted to see your
face here where my brother died.

Of all the underhanded
bullshit...

Drew: I want to know
the truth, you son of a bitch!

Get him out, right now!

Hey. No, no.

If you killed him,
god will know.

My brother was a good man.

I'm sorry what happened to him.

It went down just like I said.

Becca [quietly]: Come on,
Vic. Let's go. Let's get out of here.

If you're lying,
god will have your soul

and I will
give it to him personally.

[M1

Ronnie: All our stories matched
up. Now he'll give up this bullshit.

Move on to shit we actually did.

All bullshit.
This was rubbing our faces

in the intel
he's already uncovered.

Like what?

He knew about the pimps
me and army were bleeding.

Vic:
Where the hell did he get that?

I don't know, Antwon maybe?

He'd never give up

anything for nothing.

With his stretch,
there's nothing to give him.

Army? Shane: No. Halpern?

Maybe rawling. No.

She didn't know these
kind of details.

Could be some one-niner.
Could be Lem.

Stop that shit.
I'm not saying it was Lem.

I thought we were listing
possibilities.

Well, don't.

We gotta stay focused
on getting Lem out.

This is the last night
he spends in county.

Well, we got about 700 in cash
and three frozen bank accounts.

Vic: That's it? Shane: Yeah.

Lem's kin is trailer park trash.

Couldn't spare the money.
Big powerball this weekend.

So we gotta find 100 grand
on the street.

Just lying around?
With kavanaugh watching us?

He's fixated on the past.
Ronnie: You're wrong.

Gonna end up keeping Lem
company.

We're not leaving him in there.

I promised him.

Yeah.

Julien: Construction
worker called it in.

Whoa, talk about a dump job.

Okay, maybe the murder
occurs around here

probably in the heat
of the moment.

Killer panics, sees this
as the best possible way

to dispose of a body.

Hopes it gets carted away.
What do you think?

Sounds good to me.

Partner coming back
anytime soon?

Couple of weeks.

Let's go.

Hey, kids ready?

I might have to drop
them back off early.

My money's been frozen. What?

Checking, savings, debit cards.

I can't even buy groceries.

Shit, I'm sorry.
I just need some time...

I can't.

I can't be around you,
and neither can the kids.

It's not me, it's the lawyer.

I told you to hire the asshole,
remember? To protect you.

In order to do that
I have to create a pattern

of distancing myself from you.

Listen, it's only temporary,

until you sort these legal
matters out.

Hey, sweetheart. Hi.

You should go. Please.

Mom's been crying all morning.

At least let me give
you some cash...

No, Vic. Vic, I can't.
I'm sorry.

Look,
we're gonna sort this all out.

We'll figure something else out,
okay?

If you need me, I'll be at work.

Dan NY: Hey, captain?

Captain,
this is detective Hoffman.

He had an incident with
officer hanlon last night.

You got an office
where I can bitch in private?

I like hanging with my cops.
We can talk here.

Tina failed to identify
Hoffman as undercover.

Hoffman:
She nearly blew my head off,

then she allowed
the perp to escape.

He was clearly wearing
the color of the day.

Julien put a report
on your desk.

We'll take steps to ensure
this doesn't happen again.

I live with lowlifes
smelling like shit

so you don't have to get dirty.

I get enough guns to my head

without Barbie
adding to the action.

You expect me to fire her?

Look, I've tried with Tina, sir.
So has Julien.

She doesn't get it, she never
will until it's too late.

Look, she's a woman,
latina besides.

There's, like, three hoops
to jump through to can her.

Well, she's gonna land herself
or someone else in a body bag.

Look, your girl saw this color,
not the color on my arm.

You handle it any way you like.

Being captain's
about tough choices.

I'll take care of it.

Hey, man.
Hey, how you doing, Vic?

Any asshole sightings today?
Not yet.

Guess even rats have to sleep.

Isn't it your day off?

My kids got sick.

Wanted to see if you
had anything

juicy I could
sink my teeth into.

There's some new chicken pot
pies in the quick-mealer.

What about that loan shark
on Clinton?

Newman still set up on him?

He cut a deal.
We got two to six.

Shit.

Dan NY: Vic, there's a girl

waiting to meet you.
All right, give me a second.

What about that dealer
on the decks?

What's-his-name, felonious t?

Intel says he's hanging up
his dealer hat.

Been busy making a documentary
of the streets or some shit.

Can't wait to see that. Yeah.

You looking for me?

Girl: You mackey?

Antwon Mitchell
needs a sit-down with you.

That dickhead sent you?

Gave me a message.

Stand up and put your hands
against the wall.

Go to hell.

Your incarcerated old man
wants to fly a kite?

Let her rip.

Told me to ask you what you're
willing to put on the table.

For what?
To keep your boy, Curtis, alive.

Stop playing games or you're
gonna get matching cells.

Your cop buddy's
headed for lompoc.

Gonna be in the same cell block
with Antwon real soon.

Horseshit. Ask the other cop,

the big brother.

He made the deal with Antwon.

Kavanaugh?

Even a douchebag like kavanaugh

wouldn'tjump into bed
with Antwon Mitchell.

God knows what kind
of diseases you'd get.

Ask him, but do it quick.
Antwon don't like waiting.

Said make sure you know offer
of protection ain't for long.

You tell Antwon
I'll put a bullet

in that fat head of his myself

before I'll let him
kill another cop.

Tell him yourself.

Sounds like
it's a matter of time

before you follow
your boy inside.

Get the hell out.
Get your hands off.

You just giving Antwon
more reason

to make it worse on your boy.

[Snickers]

Open it.

[Door buzzes]

Claudette: What do you got?

Nothing. Huh?

Your face is red.

You're back.

And what a pleasure it is.

Doc said another two weeks.

I can recuperate better
at my desk than I can in my bed.

What are we working? Your knee?

Knee, ankle, the whole shebang.

I fell pretty hard.

What do we got?

Dump job.
Artemis Cooke, 43, black male.

Shot in the face,
stuffed in a dumpster.

And no next of kin?

Mother. I've got her upstairs.

Come on, pick up the pace.

Artemis was always hard-working.
All sorts of jobs.

Where was he working now?

Ambulance company.

Drove body organs to Canada.

Company paid him
to paint his Van up.

Very professional.

Uh, "body organs"?

You know, they take them
just before you die

give them to people
who need 'em.

You mean donor organs?

Guess they have
a big need up north.

You can ask his buddy, deknight.
He helps him load up sometimes.

Your attempts to drive
a wedge between me and my guys

include planning a murder?

Just looking for my salad.
Somebody took it.

Why don't you just
find out who did it.

Send him to prison
to be killed by Antwon Mitchell.

What's that make you,

serving Lem up
to some cop killer?

Just like you served Terry up?

Terry was a snake,
just like you.

Oh, so you did know Terry
was working for justice...

You told me about it yourself.

I'm done with crying about
him getting killed by two-time,

no matter how many weepy
relatives you bring by.

Had a conversation
with Antwon Mitchell.

Very illuminating, especially
as it relates to Shane vendrell.

Is your neck a little sore?

Excuse me?

From the noose tightening?

You sent Lem to lompoc,

it's you that's
the real murderer.

The four of you
come completely clean,

I will let you pick the prison.

No deal?

Well, I guess you're
not as concerned

for his safety as you claim.

Anyway, there's nothing on paper

as to where lemansky
will end up,

but I'll have a recommendation
when the time comes.

That being said,

any correctional facility
is dangerous for a cop.

Best thing to do
is play by the rules,

stay out of jail.

Streets can be real
dangerous too.

Are we leveling threats,
detective?

Just making random observations.
Same as you.

Here's another one:

You're bluffing,
trying to split us up.

You're Mr. Straight-arrow,
right?

Couldn't even cut your poor,
sick-in-the-head,

defenseless ex-wife a break
from the rules, could you?

You don't have the stomach
to serve Lem up to Antwon.

I didn't used to.

Excuse me.

Deknight: I worked
with Artemis at the plant.

That donor thing was something
he got on his own.

Don't know much about it.

Seems weird.

Usually organs have
to be transplanted within hours.

Takes a hell of a lot longer
to drive to Canada.

Wouldn't you think
they'd fly them?

Maybe it's low-priority organs
like fingers or tongues.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here.

Artemis was not running
fingers and tongues

back and forth to Vancouver,
was he?

Claudette: Whatever he was
running got him shot in the face.

Shit, he's dead?

Dutch: Found him in a
dumpster like common trash.

He was running some cush,
some sort of super-weed.

You get near this shit,

the contact high'd
knock you out for a week.

He made 8 grand a run.

Claudette:
That makes him invaluable.

He have any beefs with anyone?

Hell, no. Everybody loved art.

He drove that Van into L.A.
full of the good tree.

It was like Santa claus
was coming to town.

We got a guy upstairs,
needs a ride home.

No problem. She okay?

Dutch: Says she's 100 percent.

I'm not going
to argue the point.

When I get my six weeks,
I'm gonna forget this place.

Dutch: Yeah.

Hi there.

Oh, let me guess. You're here
to give me shit about something.

What? No. I...

These... these have been
floating around.

I thought you should know.

Jesus Christ.

The door was locked.
How'd they...?

I barely glanced.
Just enough to identify you.

Apparently some asshole
put a camera in the locker room.

So every jerk-off in the barn's

been staring at my tits?

Hey, you can't let their

high-school mentality
get to you.

They'll get their kicks,
then move on to somebody else.

Shit.

I think I'm gonna get fired.

I screwed up at a call
last night,

that's why I'm stuck in here.

We all make mistakes.

Even I've been known to make
one or two. Occasionally.

I wore those bra and panties
two days ago,

the red ones the day before.

That's something to go on.

I'm gonna find out
who took these.

I'm gonna see that
every picture's destroyed.

Okay.

Thanks for being
such a gentleman.

We're not all neanderthals.

I should probably keep those,

stick them in a drawer.
For evidence.

Oh, we don't have
anything planned.

I'm resigning my position
as a reserve officer.

So now you no longer
can compel my cooperation

by threatening to take my badge.

It's all yours.

That's not necessary.

You should also know

that as vice-chair

of the police committee,

I'm launching an investigation
into your investigation.

Really? Yeah.

And why after tens of thousands,
you have nothing more now

than you had seven months ago.

I got lemansky in custody...
On seven-month-old charges.

I got 65,000
unaccounted-for dollars,

courtesy of mackey's wife.

I got mackey's assets frozen

along with every member
of the strike team.

And I've got Antwon Mitchell
talking.

You're getting mackey panicked,
hoping he'll overplay his hand.

Something I hope
you could help with.

Nicely done, by the way,
stomping in here like that.

That was good. I like that.

You're trying to get mackey
running to me?

What, the enemy of my enemy
is my friend?

Well, forget it.
It won't happen.

He and his boys,

they were in business
with Antwon Mitchell.

These guys, they're desperate.

They're gonna need a friend
in a high place, like you.

All right, I'll hold off
on my investigation.

For now.

Walk out angry.

Mackey's watching.

Vic, you got a sec? Barely.

You ever hear
of a Canadian super-pot?

What, you looking
to buy a dime bag?

Dump job this morning

was driving vans of the stuff
down from Vancouver.

You know any locals
plugged into that route?

Probably. You guys have the Van?

Still looking.
Might be a robbery.

I'm just looking
for a few names.

[Door slams]

Well, seeing as you
and claudette's

wonder twin powers
aren't activated yet,

I'll pick up the slack
on this one.

Okay. Thanks.

All right,
let me shake the one-niner tree.

See if any
five-pointed leaves fall out.

That prick cut a deal
with Mitchell.

Wants to send Lem to lompoc.
What?

That's why kavanaugh knows
about you and Antwon.

He's hoping the threat'll
get Lem talking.

That's not playing by the rules.

Means we don't, either.

If he puts Lem
in with Mitchell...

I know.

Man: Yo, coz.

Shit. Let's go.

This five-0 is Hitler.

You miss us?

Not especially.

Hear Antwon's cutting deals
over in lompoc

shoring up the power structure.

Don't involve street,
it don't involve me.

Maybe you're part
of Antwon's restructuring.

Nice try,
but me and the big guy's tight.

You really expect me to believe
he's letting you call the shots?

He can't do it.
Somebody's got to, right?

Antwon know you're recruiting
out of middle school?

Lots of the old guard
hung it up after Antwon left.

This is the new regime.

Any of your students running
chronic down from Canada?

Let's take a ride.

What, shooting me wasn't enough?

Tell me what we wanna know

or we're gonna be back
in your life full-time.

All right.
Dude with a fancy French name

runs most of the bud
to the crews.

Best shit in years.

What's frenchie's name?

Dijon.

Get back to class.

Vic:
Porkchop's stuck on street duty.

Knows where the pot comes from,

butantwon's cut him out

of the inner circle.
Decision making.

You thinking regime change?

Well, something
to keep an eye on.

Dude, sweet pictures.

What pictures?

It's okay. I'm cool.

You think Tina's panties
are regulation?

Just wish we could've
seen her badge.

[Chuckling]

Hey, between you and me,

how'd you pull it off?

Shit, I'm no perv.
Found them on billings' desk.

Anyone make copies?

What do you think?

Anyway, thanks for sharing
them with me.

Way you stare at that chick,
would have been cruel not to.

You had the IRS freeze my money.

I'm sorry, that isn't... sorry?

You did it.

Yes.

I did everything that you asked.

I told you about the money.

Now I can't feed my children.

You told me about $65,000.

Now I'm hearing
there may be more.

A lot more.

Please.
You think I would default

on my children's tuitions
if there was more?

I hate that this is hurting you,

but I'm building walls
around Vic.

To stop him
from slithering away.

And you?
You're one of those walls.

I'm not a wall, I'm a mother.

And I'm disconnecting Vic
from my life and from the kids.

So leave me out of this.

Are you aware that I arrested
Curtis lemansky two days ago?

He's in county,

waiting for Vic and his friends
to bail him out.

If they don't have the money
they can't do it.

And every minute
that Lem spends inside

I'm just a minute closer
to getting at the truth.

That has nothing to do with me.

My advice is to go
to Vic yourself,

ask him to confess.

You want your life back,
ask him, not me.

What did I do to deserve this?

You married the wrong man,
corrine.

Now, I'm not doing this because
that cowboy called me out.

Of course not.

Two of my finest officers
tell me Tina's got to go.

Every day that she is out there,
she's putting people at risk.

She's just so damn popular.

I can call her pba rep.

Billings:
Okay. Get him down here asap.

Julien, I want a full report
of her conduct.

You're going on the record.

Got it.

Thanks, guys.

What's up?

Shit, where'd you get these?

They're circulating.

They were on my desk.
Is nothing sacred?

You're asking me?

Come here.

I put a nanny cam
in the locker room.

Someone's ripping off
the vending machines.

I was trying to catch
whoever was doing it.

You could've put a camera
in the hallway.

Over the machines.

Not where it could be hidden.
I think whoever's stealing

this grub is stashing
it in their locker.

I pulled these photos
and others so they wouldn't

get into the wrong hands.

This only happened because
I don't have a private office.

Do you have any idea what kind
of shitstorm you're looking at

when she finds out
you're behind these?

She saw them?

You told her?
She had a right to know.

I just promised to wash her out.

You think he's gonna
take care of that baby?

He's not.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You think he's gonna
be a father?

That's not your business.

Really, it's not my business

that my kids are gonna
get a new brother or sister?

I'm at work right now.
This isn't the place.

Right. Find me later.

You managed to find someone
to screw at work.

Why not talk here too?

I'm gonna walk away now
because you're not rational.

Really? Were you being rational

when you slept
with a married man?

He made that vow, not me.

Which makes him a cheat.

That makes you a whore

and the baby you're
both having a bastard.

[Door sh uts]

You dijon?

I ain't do nothing,
if that's what you mean.

Shane: Nice threads.

We hear you got the best
bc bud in Farmington.

Hey. What?

White guys can't
get the good stuff?

Shane:
Or you only sell to bangers?

That's discrimination.

I got nothing, look around.

Okay.

Vic: You took a hit today.

Shane: We're offering
you a chance to get it back.

Run that by me again.

Your Canadian organ express
got taken down.

Your driver got killed,
supply ripped off.

We can get it back for you,
for a finder's fee.

Why? Don't worry about that.

Hundred grand,
no questions asked.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Only a matter of time before
the detectives

on the murder case

follow the phone records
back to you

and your monthly pot runs.

But you work with us,

we see to it that the trail ends
with Artemis.

And I keep the rest?

It's a hell of a lot better
than nothing, isn't it?

All right.

Only thing is,
it wasn't my shipment

that got jacked, it was my cash.

Artemis was on his way
up to Canada.

How much did you lose?

A quarter of a million.

Get it back.

I'll cut you the 100 gees then.

We don't trust you.

We'll take our fee up front
as a downpayment.

You crazy?
I'm out of pocket on this.

Everything I got was invested
in that run.

Shane: Jesus Christ, man.

This is just a waste of time.

No, it's not. Deal's a deal.

Put together a list
of every customer.

Anybody who would have known
aboutartemis' run.

Dirty yourself up.

We need you to play
the ignorant friend

for some colleagues of ours.

Vic: Yo, Asher.

Upstairs.
America's favorite couple

wants to have a chat with him.
Sure thing.

Vic: I'm telling
you, my intel's good.

Artemis was flying solo.

His buddy's got details
about his criminal deals.

Let's see what's up
between these two.

[Cell phone ringing]

I'll be right up. Lem?

Lem [on phone]:
I finally got phone time, man.

So, what's going on?
Am I getting out of here today?

I'm working on it. Hang on.

[Phone ringing]

Hello? Vic: Hey, it's Vic.

I'm gonna put you on with Lem.
Hold on.

You guys both on?

I'm here. Lem: Yeah.

Vic: All right, Lem, you're
talking to Becca Doyle,

in case other ears
are on this call.

Becca: Whoa, you can't use
me as cover for anything illegal.

What I'm about to tell,
you need to hear too.

What is it?
All right, the good news first.

We've got a lead
on bail money for you.

How? Calling in a few favors.

All right. Look, man,
I know you got my back.

What's the bad news?

Kavanaugh has been sitting down
with Antwon Mitchell.

He made some sort of deal
to send you to lompoc

in case there's a conviction.
No goddamn way.

That's insane. V
he doesn't make those calls.

Vic: It's never gonna get that
far. We're gonna get you out,

then we'll get you
out from under him.

Becca: Do you know this?

Kavanaugh said those words?

Vic: He'd never admit it,

but it's real. All it means

is kavanaugh knows
he's got Jack shit on us

and he's getting desperate.

All right, I hear you.
I hear you.

Dutch: Vic, you coming or not?

Vic: Yeah, hang on.

Listen, I gotta go.
Stay safe, all right?

Yeah. Lem: Okay.

Yeah.

Dutchman.

I'm in the middle of something.
I got it, dutchboy.

You know I was on the up and up
taking those photos.

Tell the chief.

If Tina makes a stink
about this,

maybe she'll get a huge
pile of cash,

but her career will be kaput.
You know how this will wash out.

I don't know what you
expect me to do about it.

I have a plan.

This thing goes away,
everybody wins. Including you.

No, thanks.

You can either be a hero
in Tina's eyes,

or you can watch her
and her red bra and panties

march out
that barn door forever.

[Scoffs]

He's full of it.
Probably a member of the ring,

but why kill your driver?

I don't think he was involved.

If he's funding the run,
he'll never cooperate.

He'll want to recover
the money himself.

Or Artemis is working solo.

Your intel hasn't been
what it used to be.

Fine. I'll see what else
I can squeeze out of him.

What did I miss?

What the hell
did you bring him in for?

I thought we could use muscle.

Brains over brawn, Dutch.

How many times
I gotta tell you that?

Move it, asshole.

Don't need to keep
selling it so hard.

Your list got us nowhere.

The only thing these bangers
want more than ass and cash

is your top Canadian bud.

They know a good thing
when they smoke it.

If I don't find the guy
who knocked over your Van,

you'll be hanging up
a "closed" sign.

Who else besides your customers
knows about the runs?

Just my wife
and my dumb-ass stepson.

How old is he? He's 20.

What's his name? Jaden Reid.

He drove the route
for me a couple times

until I noticed the load
kept coming back light.

Punk don't know the meaning
of "high enough."

Where is he now? Who knows.

He gonna send his momma
to an early grave.

Does your wife know
where Jaden is?

She got no clue.

You never know.

Blood is thicker
than bong water.

Kid's name is Jaden Reid.

Think he's our shooter.

Let's pay Jaden a visit.

First we gotta find him.

Kid's a burnout with enough cash

to keep him stoned
for a long time.

Enough cash for us
to spring Lem.

So where do we start?

Our unis found the abandoned Van
in a parking lot in silver lake.

Lots of blood, no cash.

If I had a bag full of money,
I wouldn't want to walk too far.

Check out the local
weed dealers.

The cash he'd want to score.

What about claudette?

We're a step ahead of her
and she seems two steps slow.

Let's find this kid before
she figures out anything else.

Shane: Okay.

Yeah.

Got it.

Got a hit on the fingerprints
in the Van.

Belongs to a Jaden Reid.

Address?
Last known, his mother's.

Tasha Reynolds. Vic: What's up?

Got a suspect. Jaden Reid.
According to the file,

he's your friend
dijon's stepson.

Nice work.
Gonna check out an address.

Why don't we let
some unis pick him up?

They can join us.

Vic: Dutch is right.

Why don't you let me and my guys
handle sweep-up duty.

You can join us too if you want.

Claudette: Mrs. Reynolds, when
was the last time you saw Jaden?

Mom: Couple months.

Look, he's a good kid.

There's no way he'd be involved
in anything like this.

Dutch, why don't you have
dijon show you where Jaden stays

when he's here.

Sure.

Uh, lead the way.

Mrs. Reynolds,

I know you're worried
about your son,

but he could be in trouble,

and not just from us.
He wouldn't kill no one.

Then help us find him
so we can clear this mess up

and keep Jaden from being hurt.

He has a girl. I don't like her.

She lives by that old theater
on sunset.

Claudette: Got an address?

2409 Cole street,
by the vista theatre.

Jaden's there.

2409 Cole. Yeah, we got it.

How far out are you?

Traffic, 15 minutes maybe. Why?

Because Dutch and claudette
are on the way over too.

Just get inside the house,
find the money,

and get out of there fast.

Well, how far are they?
Same as you.

Jesus. What if they catch us?
We've got the day off, remember?

Just get there.
I'll make it work.

Okay, park it, let's go.

Yeah, where?

Claudette knows this truck.

Check around back.

Come on, man. Move.

Locked, man.

I'll get the front.

Two minutes. Then we're gone.

No arguments here.

Goddamn it.

Forget it, we're out of here.

Wait, wait, wait.

Oh, shit.

What?

Shit, is he dead?

No.
No, it's just a damn good buzz.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

He's sleeping on the money.

[Vehicles approaching]

Oh, shit.

Grab it. Grab it.

Yo, we're good. We're good.

Hey, you take him.
I'll clear the back.

Clear.

Dutch:
Looks like we got our shooter.

Come on, buddy, wake up.
Party's over.

Somebody took my money.

Won't need any
where you're going.

He cut me out.

He didn't have to do that.
Man: There you go.

I didn't want to hurt nobody.

You shot him in the face
three times.

Vic: We should probably
wait until he sobers up.

Can't use anything
he says right now anyway.

All that money was his.

All that bud, his.

Don't know why
you ain't after him.

Claudette: Artemis?

You killed him and took
the money belonging to Artemis?

Artemis?

I was driving for dijon.
It was his shit.

He fired me.

I'm his stepson.
What kind of shit is that?

You dialed the wrong number
on your street intel.

Still don't have
any evidence against dijon

and his hazy memory
ain't gonna get you far.

Jaden says somebody broke in,
took the money.

What's our next move?

It's my day off.
I helped catch the killer.

Finding the money's
your problem.

Hey, smitty.

Smitty: Haven't seen
you guys in a while.

It's been nice.

Yeah, well,
it's about to get a lot nicer.

Like to make a hundred grand?

Pass.

Hear us out.

The shit I've done
for you for peanuts,

I don't even want to know
what a hundred grand looks like.

Looks a lot easier
than you think.

Lem's in jail.

You're gonna put up
a hundred gees for his bail.

You expect me to give you 100k?

We're gonna give it to you.

And when Lem shows up in court,
you're gonna keep it.

And the catch is...?

Lad's gonna ask you about it.

Might wanna look at your books.

Your business
is profitable lately, right?

Very. How'd those leads

we gave you last year work out?
Smitty: Great.

Could always use a few more.

How many jobs does it take you
to clear a hundred grand?

Why you guys always
coming to me with this shit?

Because you're
the last honest guy we know.

Vic: Hey.

Found someone willing
to post bail.

An old friend came through.

Kavanaugh will be looking
into that old friend.

Nothing to find. He likes Lem.

I'll see if I can
wake up a clerk,

get things fast tracked.

Thanks.

What? What is it?

I'm stuck here.

I don't wanna convince
you all to turn on Lem.

I don't want to convince
him to turn on you,

but that's what a good lawyer
would be advising

all of you to do right now.

[Sighs]

I don't want to see
any of you going to prison.

Well, that's nice to know.

Right now, I think I'd make
a better friend than a lawyer.

Lem...

Lem needs you right now.

And we sure can't afford
to hire someone else.

If you have to make a choice,
you go with Lem.

And advise him to hurt you?

If you can make a deal that has
me switching places with Lem,

then you do it.

Just me.

None of my guys.

I want to see you
get your second chance.

I already have.

Billings:
On behalf of the department,

I'd like to apologize
for the wrong done to you.

Captain learned about
the photos earlier, came to me.

Did you find the dickwad,
or what?

Unfortunately, no.

The identity of the culprit's
a mystery.

Great.
So where does that leave me?

During the course
of our conversation,

I mentioned that I've seen
you have really great instincts.

He agreed that you
have potential.

Billings:
Potential to be nourished.

I've asked special permission
to take you under my wing.

Show you the detective ropes
in your spare time.

Unless photos have you too upset
to focus on career advancement.

I see.

So I keep my mouth shut,
I climb the ladder.

Dutch is just offering
an opportunity.

Did you get rid
of the rest of them?

Every last one.

I look forward to working
with you, detective.

Thanks, captain.

Prisoner all clear for release.

Hey. Told you we'd get you out.
Shane: Hey.

Looks like your hymen's intact.

Have to get your own
pussy tonight, though, buddy.

Where's Vic at, man? He's...

He had some place
he's got to be.

He'll meet us later.

Come on, let's go grab a beer.
Smitty's buying.

I am? Yes.

One round.
You're riding with me.

What are you doing here?

Kavanaugh.

He's out of control.

He's unbalanced.

He's breaking the rules,
he's threatening Lem's life.

Lad is your problem, not mine.

Look on your face

walking out of his office today
says othen/vise.

He's got screws in you too,
yeah?

Hell, yeah.

I'm an element
in kavanaugh's investigation.

Price I pay
for having been your boss.

But I'm hardly in the same
category as you and your guys.

Really?

You think if kavanaugh's
successful

I'm gonna go down quietly?

[Chuckles]

I will scorch the earth
covering this whole department

starting with you.

I can tie you
to every bullshit thing

kavanaugh's accusing me of
and then some.

Your stink will smell up
every voting booth in this city.

On the other hand,

you want that nameplate on your
desk to read "mayor" someday?

We work together.

Make sure that you, me, my team,
are the last men standing

long enough
to go our separate ways.

What's your plan?

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