All language subtitles for The.Shield.S07E05.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Narrator:
Previously on the shield:

Teenage resident
Lloyd denton is our shooter.

Speculation, Bundy's first
murders were committed

in his early teens.

Are you saying
this kid's a serial killer?

This guy's all I've got.

I'm targeting Cruz pezuela.

Aceveda's one-man
campaign bankroll?

He's buying up Farmington
with cartel money.

Blackmail, that's how
pezuela's getting everyone

on board the train
to carteltown.

Where's our blackmail box?

Aceveda: I'm now in
possession of the box.

Until the time is right
to turn it over to justice.

What about the files?

The Armenians are making a hard
play for your barrio sandbox.

This piece of shit, rezian,

has taken something
that belongs to me.

You wanna give me a clue
what all this is about?

The intel box.

The mexis are using it to
blackmail their way to the top.

You made it look like it
was sold out to the armos.

Which lit the fuse
for the blood feud

we're stirring up between
rezian and the Mexicans.

We need a quick
Armenian politcal win.

Give me the name,
I'll put it in play.

The city controller,
Robert Martin.

Vic: He's in the blackmail box?

[Gunshots]

Robert, oh, my god!

I need a medic!

That march turns
into a goddamn killing.

That was never part of the plan.

Martin was my colleague, Vic.

I did not sign up for this.

Detective mackey, amando rios.

Amando will speak for me.

Give me a name
and I'll run with it.

Vic:
Rios isn't just some beaner,

he's got a face only
a cartel could love.

If rios gets spooked,

we lose our best shot
at pezuela.

Never heard of him.

David aceveda,
federal agent Olivia Murray.

Aceveda:
Got a fed in the clubhouse.

I thought I'd seen her
name somewhere before.

She's in the blackmail box?

Pezuela got her in his pocket.

How much have you told her?

Enough to get us both killed.

[Vehicle approaches]

[Police radio chatters]

[Police radio chatters]

[Car door opens]

Vic: You look like shit.

How I'm supposed to get sleep
knowing Olivia

could've ratted us out to
pezuela and gotten us green lit?

Just because Olivia has been
pezuela's eyes and ears

doesn't mean she's been
passing along the intel

we've been feeding her.

You think she's holding
on to it?

Maybe using it
against pezuela herself?

She's up to her manhole
in shit lake.

It's what I'd do.

Dangerous part for us, though,
is not knowing.

[Sirens wailing]

You two worked closely.
Did he have enemies downtown?

A city this size, with the money
and power at stake?

But at the end of the day,

Robert was a glorified
accountant.

Not a very sexy target.

And your people
didn't see anything?

Heard shots, then
it was complete chaos.

Why was your team deployed there
in the first place?

Claudette: Vendrell's been
working with an Armenian ci

who's given us a couple
of wins recently.

We'd been hearing some chatter
that there's been

some Armenian-Mexican friction.

So your assessment,

this is organized crime
syndicates squaring off?

Well, Martin was clearly
the target.

There's not a banger out there

with a merit badge
for marksmanship.

You've to wonder if those shots
weren't meant for Mr. Aceveda.

You being
a mayoral candidate now.

Um, Vic, do you...?
Do you have any change?

You know, this kouf guy's
becoming

a real rock star
in the department.

With him leading
the investigation now,

and our involvement,
this could blow back on us.

Take a deep cleansing breath.

Neither one of us had anything
to do with that shooting,

by word or deed.

We damn sure know
who's responsible.

When you've got a minute. Sure.

And the slightest
whisper of impropriety

is a political career-ender.

Do you know how much
she's told pezuela?

I'll handle her,
but it's gotta be gently.

Your problem is you're trying
to have it both ways.

You want to take down pezuela,
win a landslide as a reformer.

But not until he pays
all your bills.

Oh, sorry,
I've only got 50 cents.

And you're about a dollar.

What's up, buttercup? [Sighs]

Got a situation I could use
a little help on.

Ask and ye shall.

I need to run it by your captain
first. Make sure it's kosher.

Then I'll hit you with details.

Anything come back
on the intel I gave you?

Nothing so far.

Hope it wasn't a bum steer.

Not like you
to be off the money.

Okay, well, give me a shout,
it gets you to that bigger fish.

You'll be the first to know.
Believe me.

I gotta go, okay?
Check yourself up.

[Door closes]

Olivia needs us to
backstop her on something.

I'm waiting on the details.

Am I, uh...?
I'm missing something?

[Sighs]

Olivia's carrying water
for pezuela.

She's in the box of sins.

What?

Her brother got jammed up
with some mob bookies.

Pezuela got wind somehow,
got proof.

Could explain why she's become

a fact of life around here
all of a sudden.

Shane:
This prick owns a federal agent

who's up our ass
collecting intel?

You boys gonna let me in
on this?

I just found out myself.

We're still not sure about
the size of pezuela's hook.

It's pretty goddamn clear
what we need to do.

We give the box to rezian
so that the Armenians

can return it to pezuela
and he lays off.

Not yet.

Are you not understanding

that this master plan of yours
is backfiring?

Rezian still has our families
in the cross hairs.

Now pezuela has sicked
a fed on us.

I understand the situation.

We return the box, we get credit
for brokering a peace deal.

Our money-train debt
is paid in full.

Now, explain to me
how that is not

in all of our best interests?

[Door opens]

Another time.

[Door closes]

King rat's gaytan echevarria.

Cuban, Miami-based.

He's visiting L.A.

Doing what?

He's meeting Martin blez.

Number two denim manufacturer
in the world.

Echevarria's looking
to clean his drug Benjamins

by plowing them into
a legit biz: Bluejeans.

So how does the strike team
fit in?

Echevarria's daughter, Noelle.
Freshman at so.

She got carjacked this morning
at 8th and hoover.

Three black males
ordered her boyfriend

out of the car at gunpoint,
drove off with the girl.

Our surveillance picked up
the boyfriend,

telling her old man
what happened.

In that neighborhood,
it's probably gang-related.

Hence the strike team.

With his daughter missing,

echevarria's not focused
on business.

Bad guys love their kids too.

This meeting with blez
is our one opportunity

to take down the whole network.

It doesn't make, a high-dollar,

goes out the window.

You need the strike team
to find the missing girl

so daddy will get back
to the dirty business.

Without tipping echevarria
the police are involved.

He hasn't reported
the kidnapping.

Our surveillance intel's got him

using his own muscle
to find her.

Taking matters
into his own hands

could get a lot of people hurt.

He knows law enforcement's
involved,

and he didn't drop the dime.

He'll figure out
he's being watched.

Description of
the echevarria girl's car.

Ronnie:
Not like we can put out an apb

if we need to keep this
on the down low.

My best recommend to start
with the local chop shops.

See if anyone's trying
to unload her Nissan.

Let's pull all the files on car
thefts for the last six months.

Suspects, arrest records,
similar m.O.'S.

Got it.

Your surveillance come up
with any intel

on the kind of muscle
echevarria's traveling with?

Four guys, Cuban and Jamaican.
Armed, long list of priors.

When's this meet with denim dude
supposed to go down?

Blez's jet gets into Van nuys
around 6.

Assuming our Cuban
doesn't cancel the meet.

Vic: That doesn't give us
a whole hell of a lot of time.

Let me say it again. Echevarria
gets a whiff of police

anywhere near this,
he will get spooked and bolt.

Understood.

You drop the bomb that Olivia
is in pezuela's blackmail box.

Now she's walking us
into a sketchy case

with out-of-town players?

You think she's setting us up?

We gotta assume that she's
gonna give pezuela a heads-up.

Then maybe he decides
to strike first.

Or maybe you're just
being paranoid

and this is exactly
what she says it is.

A random street crime
that could possibly wreck

a high-profile ice collar.

Either way,
we gotta watch our backs.

I pulled the most recent

chop shop on manzanita
specializes in stolen parts

for Japanese street racers.

We'll start there. Ride with me.

Shane: We didn't get a chance
to finish our earlier conversation.

You were about to explain
what's more important

than keeping our families safe.

Nothing.

Well, then settle this beef
between the armos and mexis.

Just let pezuela have
whatever it is that he wants.

Just get us off the hook
already.

I can't do that.

If you think
you're gonna use this box

to squeeze your way into keeping
some detective career...

Look, I don't have to remind you

of the bad shit we've been
responsible for.

You're the one
who wrote it all down.

Yeah, well,
that was bad shit volume I.

The next installment has Ronnie
doing zadofian's murder.

And since we're being
honest about things,

it means we're all
blood brothers now.

[Sighs]

Pezuela's a scorpion.

Now, he can and will unleash
a level of violence

and corruption in Farmington
that'll turn this place

into little Mexico City.

I can't let that happen.

I don't trust anyone else
to stop him,

including robbery-homicide.

If it's not pezuela
shitting on the streets,

it's going to be
some other asshole.

Putting pezuela away

is a down payment on me
being able to live with myself.

Now,
if you can't understand that,

at least respect it.

[M1

Claudette: Dutch.

I got a call from Beth insardi,
wanting to know if I was

deliberately ducking subpoenas
on the kleavon gardner trial.

Subpoenas which you have been
intercepting. I wanna know why.

Captain, you've been busy
and I thought...

It was my call.

Uh, Danny was just following
my instructions.

Give us a minute.

Apparently, kleavon
is defending himself pro se

in his murder trial.

And I... I just didn't think
you needed the stress

of being drawn into that circus.

Because of my illness?

Your last encounter with him
landed you facedown

on the stairs
and in the hospital.

Does Danny know why you had her
running interference for me?

Course not. Cops duck
subpoenas all the time.

As far as she's concerned,
we were sparing you

some unnecessary aggravation.

I can handle my own affairs.

This guy's had it in for you
from the beginning.

He killed a woman who looked
like you just to make his point.

I want this prick
to get the justice he deserves.

And if it means
giving a deposition...

Kleavon is a confessed
serial killer

facing the death penalty.

What better way
to spend his final days

than lobbing shit balls at you?

Let's not humor him.

He's coming in this afternoon.

I'll get it over with.

Fine.

[Rap music playing]

Ronnie: See if this
guy's part of the chop shop.

Got a rabbit. Got a rabbit.

Hey, watch it.

[Horn honks]

[Horn honks]

Ronnie, get in front of him.

We're moving to intercept.

[Horn honks]

[Horn honks]

Get out of the car,
let me see your hands. Get out.

Get out, get out. Get down.

Don't move.

Llewellyn wang?

Farmington grand prix means
you know why we're here.

I had nothing
to do with it, man.

I never even heard of this
missing chick.

[Yelps]

Where's the girl? I don't know.

Neither did those dead homeys

but those gusanos kacked them
anyway.

You lost me.

We was kicking.

I went out back to take a leak,

and that's when the shit
jumped off.

What kind of shit?

Four Caribbean dudes
showed up, man

sweating everybody about some
Cuban girl they looking for.

My friends were like, "what the
hell you talking about?"

Dudes went at 'em
with knives and shit.

You're gonna take us to where
this gangster party went down.

The back. There.

Vic.

Ronnie: Zorro wannabe?

From this angle,
I'm reading an n.

Missing girl's name was Noelle.

They weren't wishing him
an early merry Christmas.

We are on the record
in the matter of

people v. Kleavon kwame gardner.

The witness has been sworn in.
All parties present

have been advised this
deposition is being videotaped.

Please state your name.

Claudette wyms.

Would you describe your
relationship to the defendant?

I investigated
the murders you committed

and arrested you for them.

You say I committed
these murders.

What you are expressing is
a personal, very biased opinion.

Enjoy this charade
while you can.

Because you are gonna be
sentenced to death

for the murders
of pauline Walker,

Mary Simpson, Lana Gregory

and all those women you killed
back in Texas.

At any point during
investigation,

did you interrogate
any other suspects besides me?

I didn't have to.

So you made up your mind
from the jump.

Which means that this
so-called investigation

is really just a exercise
in closed-mindedness.

Mr. Gardner, the purpose of a
deposition is to ask questions.

Not put words
in the witness's mouth.

I'm just trying to see
how she developed this theory.

Accusing a black man
when everybody knows

that serial murder
is a white man's crime.

Shade's got nothing
to do with it.

The evidence pointed
overwhelmingly

to you and only you.

And let's not forget
you confessed.

We've got it on videotape.

Are you currently taking
any prescribed medication?

Don't answer.
That's completely irrelevant.

Have you ever seen this before?

Let the record show I am holding
a prescription bottle

recovered from a trash barrel

at miss wyms' home.

Label reads:

Corticosteroid,

three refills.
Patient's name, claudette wyms.

You son of a bitch.

[Dogs barking]

Echevarria's crew

conducting a q&a
about his missing little girl.

What's the next move?

Ronnie and Julien are out

talking to the local
shot-callers on the dl.

Los mags, one-niners,
spookstreet.

There's a
get-out-of-jail-free card

for anyone who dimes the car.

Hollered at a buddy of mine in
robbery-homicide.

Third carjacking in a month
involving sexual assault.

So mo.
Is they steal a fresh whip,

take it and mommy
for a joy ride.

Every boy's dream twofer.

Shane: Ice surveillance
capture any of this on videotape?

They're focused on echevarria.

All you should be thinking about
right now is finding this girl.

I don't need you or anybody else
managing my thought process.

I think maybe we should
have a talk with deena.

Doesn't feel like her stilo.

No. But Grand Theft Auto,
she knows all the players.

And we need
all the information we can get.

We'll be in touch.

Deena.

[Gun cocks]

[Gunshots]

[Dogs barking]

[Mouthing words]

[Yelps]

Put the gun down. Drop the gun.

Drop the gun, goddamn it.

You stupid bitch.

Goddamn it, deena.

Sorry.

Now, were you taking
this steroid medication

at the time of my interrogation?

You are way over the line.

Goes to her state of mind.

Now, my reading of the law books
says that this is relevant.

Were you on drugs at the time

of this alleged confession
you mentioned?

Please keep in mind
you are under oath.

I need a bathroom break.

Not surprised.

Goddamn it.

Now, frequent urination
is one of the less dangerous

side effects of this stuff.

Claudette.

Okay, okay. You need to
shut this down right now.

He's entitled
to conduct discovery.

What is she on meds for?

You need to talk to her.
How serious?

She doesn't need her medical
history to become an issue.

I could get the judge
to seal the transcripts.

They'll be unsealed
when this goes to trial,

used to attack
her credibility in all cases.

That's our system, isn't it?

All right, who is this guy?

Just a guy I've been
working with lately.

Accomplice, in other words.

I came back from a run
and I found him like that.

Busted out the shotgun
when I heard you rolling up.

I did say sorry, right?

People responsible are looking
for a silver Nissan 300.

You know anybody who traffics
in a load like that?

Could've been anyone. There's
a lot of demand for jap cars.

The jackers have been
targeting females.

They grab the car,
help themselves to the cooch.

You know anyone
who rolls like that?

Ghost town piru's been boosting
for initiation lately.

So has Hollis Lane.

I liked him.

He could've been the one.

We were talking about
getting out of the game.

I'd think about
sticking to that plan,

even without him.

You became quite ill during
my interrogation, as I recall.

Disoriented,
unsteady on your feet.

It was not serious.

Well, you started bleeding
heavily from your nose.

Had to leave the room.

I saw you fall down
a flight of stairs.

Or don't you remember that?

Sixty milligrams.

That's a high dosage
of a very powerful drug.

Insardi:
You're not a medical expert.

Well, I'm not a lawyer either,
but the court says

I am competent enough
to argue my case.

Are you aware
some of the side effects

of long-term steroid use
include:

"Confusion, hallucination,
paranoia, psychosis"?

Do you suffer from any
of these side effects?

No.

Just before you were taken ill,

before the blood started
pouring out of your nose,

you had told me
that my sister Fatima...

I'm reading
from the transcript here.

"Was found strangled
and dumped in an alley."

But that wasn't the case,
was it?

It's a standard interview tactic
used to mislead a suspect

with disinformation
in order to get the truth.

Was that a tactic or were you
having a hallucination?

Because I saw Fatima downstairs
a little while later.

Insardi: What you're doing is
more prejudicial than probative.

I don't know what that means.

It means that you're gonna stop

this irresponsible
line of questioning.

I was told by this woman

that my sister
had been murdered.

I was overcome with grief.

I might've said
some things I didn't mean

because I wasn't
in my right mind.

Now, if my emotional distress

was caused by
a mentally-disturbed person

on drugs, that's something
the jury needs to know.

You attack my credibility
all you want.

It still won't get you off,

not with all the other evidence
we got against you.

Evidence collected

by a heavily medicated
police detective

in a station
now under the command

of that same paranoid,
delusional psychotic,

who's now been
promoted to captain.

You gotta ask yourself
how credible

that evidence really is.

Can we go off the record?

You are putting on quite a show.

Thank you.

You think you're gonna get
acquitted, think again.

You're gonna go down for
those murders no matter what.

Might as well take some folks
down with me.

Or not.

It all depends.

On what?

I want the death penalty
off the table.

Claudette: You drag me
through the mud all you want.

I'm gonna live to watch you die.

Word of your unstable
mental condition gets loose,

they'll have you out the door

faster than you can say
Mark fuhrman.

Job you're in,
it's all about credibility.

You deserve the same fate

as all those women
you put in the ground.

I'm a different man now.

Fallen in love with a woman

that I've been in correspondence
with since my incarceration.

I'm looking forward to spending

the rest of my natural life
with her.

Even more reason to put you down
like a sick animal

now that you got
something to lose.

Another potty break?

[Door opens]

You're not gonna cave in
to this stunt.

Slightest whiff of doubt,

juries back off capital
punishment in a heartbeat.

There is no doubt.
He's got a story to tell.

Don't do this, Beth.

It's not your call to make.

I gotta use your phone,
run this past the bosses.

Woman:
Lyor chotzen left a message.

He'll meet you at los perditos.

Thanks.

Chotzen, the FBI profiler

who worked the kleavon gardner
case for you?

Yeah, with kleavon back
in the house, got me thinking

I should talk to chotzen
about the Lloyd denton shooting.

We already went
at that brat once.

You keep him in here,
his mom's gonna figure out

you suspect him
as Jack the ripper, Jr.

See, that's where you're wrong,
I'm not trying to arrest him.

I'm just trying to help him.

You wanna beat a dead horse,
do your thing.

I've got enough paperwork
to wipe my ass for a year.

Hey, Vic, did you sign
that document for me?

The quit claim
on paternity for Lee.

Oh, I haven't had
a chance to read it.

Could you make the time?
My lawyer wants to file it.

What's the rush? [Door buzzes]

I just wanna get it done, okay?

What now?

Cassidy's been suspended
from school. I give up.

Suspended for what?

She and her friends were at
some pimps-and-hos party.

All the girls
had to wear lingerie.

Pimps-and-hos?

Yeah, some kid posted their
pictures on the Internet.

These girls were dressed
in their underwear

traipsing around in front
of the boys. It was revolting.

Vic: Where's cass now?

Home.

There were drugs involved.

Jesus Christ.

She wouldn't even have admitted
to me it if I hadn't threatened

to drag her down here
for a urine test.

What kind of drugs?

Ecstasy. She claims
it was her first time.

Okay, who gave it to her?

She won't tell me. I just
don't know what else to do.

I sure as hell do.
Who organized this party?

I'm not sure, but I spoke to
one of the other mothers

and she said it was at this boy
Mickey dightman's house.

There are pictures of him

on the same website,
and he's smoking a joint.

All right, listen, I got this.
I'll call you later, okay?

Unintentional or not,

that was live ammo
deena directed our way.

No way Olivia
could've orchestrated that.

So if deena would've
blown our brains out,

you telling me that
would've just been dumb luck?

This Cuban's one-day
body count's gonna

cut our car-theft numbers
in half.

But I want him in custody
or on a plane back to Miami.

You need to decide
how much collateral damage

you're willing to accept to
preserve this ice investigation.

The sooner we get
the missing girl,

the sooner the streets
settle down. Tick-tock.

Julien: Hey, Vic.

Unis took a statement from a
domestic victim in observation.

We should follow up.

Couples counseling isn't
on my to-do list right now.

Her boyfriend's a gangbanger.
Priors for car theft.

And he was bragging to someone

about running a train
on some latina.

What set's the bf claiming?

Ghost town piru.

[Whispers] Ghost town piru.

[Sobbing]

I can take a beatdown
about as tough as any bitch.

But I'm done.

This nigga came home
smelling like badussy.

I asked him,
"what's up with that?"

He talking how
I must be on crack.

Only then I hear him
loud-talking to his boy

about how they was running
Alabama anaconda

up in ole girl all daylong.

Happen to mention
if ole girl was Cuban?

Cuban, Mexican,
it's all reggaeton to me.

I told him you think a sister
gonna be 'bout it, 'bout it,

when he got taco stank up on
his black ass.

Think again.

Gave me the fist.

Girl's gotta draw a line
somewhere.

Any idea where he is right now?

He's probably at his job.
He work around the way.

You know, stealing cars.

I've been dreaming about tacos
for the last two weeks.

Hard to come by in Beijing.

You over there on vacation?

Paid consultant
to the people's republic of.

Thirty-seven dead females
autopsied pre-mortem.

Wow. Yeah.

Chinese law enforcement
is strangely proud

to finally have one of their own
up on the world stage

alongside John Wayne gacy
and andrei chikatilo.

What's the profile?

Organized killer, male, 20s.

But with a billion Chinese,

they're looking for
a needle-dick in a haystack.

What about you?

I got a suspect, a kid.
Shot an intruder.

You wouldn't be talking to me
if this was a one-time thing.

Not sure, it's not something
I wanna be wrong about.

He's 16,
no obvious killer symptoms.

What about the obvious
precursors?

No arson, cruelty to animals
or bed-wetting

that I know about.

What's got your antennae
twitching?

I think he killed him
just to kill.

And if he can do that at 16,
what's he gonna be doing at 25?

Want me to talk to him?

Prove me right, prove me wrong.

I just need to know
what I'm dealing with.

Don't let him know you're a cop.

I need him to think

that I've moved off
the criminal investigation.

You bet.

So what? You gonna show me
those ink blotch things,

ask me what I see?

If you want.
Mostly I'm here to listen.

I sat in this room
for like 97 hours

answering the same questions

over and over and over again.

I'm pretty talked out.

Dutch:
That was a police investigation.

This is an opportunity for you
to conduct one of your own.

Into your feelings.

I'm gonna give you some room,
keep your mom company.

Can I get you anything to drink?
Water, tea?

Oh, no, thank you.

I wonder if I should be
up there with him.

This therapy works best when
you're talking to a stranger.

Easier to vent those feelings
to a blank screen,

rather than to someone
who knows everything about you.

Makes sense. I don't know the
first thing about psychiatrists.

[Both chuckle]

How's, um...? How's Lloyd been
doing since all this happened?

Surprisingly well,
under the circumstances.

Not acting out?
Anger, depressed?

No.

Has he wet his bed,
anything like that?

No, my son is 16.

Only reason I ask,
sometimes the body wants to, uh,

rid negative feelings the way
it does other waste products.

No, Lloyd's never had
that problem.

How long is he going to be
up there?

All these shrinks seem to think
an hour's 50 minutes long, so...

[Chuckles]

Maybe I will have that tea.

Silver Nissan 300 parked inside.
Three guys downstairs.

One guy up in the loft
poking on something.

I'm guessing that's our girl.

All right, Ronnie, nice work.
Come on down.

Kick down the door,
guns drawn, badges out,

Noelle's gonna know it was
the police to the rescue.

Yeah, so will big poppa.

That's why we'll make it look
like a robbery by a rival gang.

Choreograph it
so the girl escapes.

Julien: No disrespect.

The only set you guys
can claim is Aryan nation.

No, no, I got an idea.

Only I'm gonna need you
to sell it to claudette.

Coming from any of us,
it'll be a no-go.

Done.

[Dialing phone]

It's questionable tactics,

high risk to my personnel
and civilians.

The fresh hell you're proposing

must have come from
the mind of mackey.

This operation's got
a high degree of difficulty.

We're running out of time
and I don't have a better idea.

I sign off on this insanity,
here are my terms.

Bring the pain.
Echevarria's hit squad

gets charged here in Farmington
ahead of any federal case.

I need a win after the shit rain
these bastards caused today.

Okay. And any blowback

from Vic mackey's
voodoo law enforcement

is on you.

[Siren wails distantly]

How am I supposed to trust you

after the shit you pulled
with my escalade?

Wanna feel those fine leather
seats on your ass again or not?

No one will see your face.
You won't wear your colors.

No one except the people
in this room

will know you were involved.

It's bad enough we down
with one time,

but taking flight
on a band of brothers...

Spare me the pan-African
bullshit.

You guys are out there killing
each other all day, every day.

You get a little taste
of black pussy,

and now you an expert on Africa?

Streets is watching, homey.

We supposed
to be strapped, right?

You can take your own heaters.

But just for show. No ammo.

Officer lowe will be embedded
with you and he'll be armed.

The rest of us will cover you
from the perimeter.

Our targets have been
on the bong all day.

You go in fast and hard,
they won't know what hit 'em.

No one gets hurt.

I mean, now that
we undercover brothers now,

don't you think
we need to be deputized?

You know, make this shit
official.

Vic: All right. Raise
your right hands.

Now do this while you do this.

[All groan]

She's great.
She's like supermom.

You know, she's like a mom
and dad rolled all into one.

It's just...
I feel like I let her down.

See how he's shifting the focus
away from him to his mother?

Consciousness of guilt?

Possibly.

I don't know, I should've like

dove headfirst through
the window to get away.

I'd like you to close...

See, I gave him a guided

image-transference
exercise here.

Now watch what he does.

Tell him what you were feeling
when you pulled the trigger.

This is... this is on you,
you stupid shit.

And this is all your fault.

Only I'm the one messed up over
it and I don't even know you.

Blaming the victim
to generate sympathy.

Yeah, but he's also speaking
to his own shadow-self.

Could be interpreted
as an admission of guilt.

Chotzen: Is there anything
else you'd like to say to him?

Lloyd: Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm really sorry.

[Sighs]

Affect and emotional responses

are consistent with
post-traumatic stress.

Remorse, grief, guilt, anger.

What if it's all an act?

Then we're dealing
with a sociopath

with a well-constructed
mask of sanity.

But the stats are against it.

Most serial killers
don't come online

until they're
in their 20s or 30s.

You think I'm pissing
in the wind here?

There's something off
with this kid.

I just can't tell you
what it is.

Death penalty's off the table.

Contingent on you
pleading guilty to all charges

and stipulating to life
without parole.

I can live with that.

If there's a god in heaven,

you'll catch a shank
to the throat

choke to death
on your own blood,

miserable and alone.

When I get back to my cell,

I'll call my girl,
pop the question.

We all understand
what we're doing here?

Look, ain't no thing. This is
how we ride 24/7, my nig.

Throw it out, now.

Just trying to cover up
the smell of bacon.

Hey, do what he says, homey.

Look, I need your mind right
on this one.

And I'm trying
to hang on to this car.

Okay, Vic, we're all
in position.

All right, let's get this done.

Wes, Wes, y'all.

Hey, my man, how you doing?

Hey, look, how much I gotta drop

if I wanna floss the load
with sprewells on dubs?

Burnout. Burnout.

[Tires squeal]

Don't move, stay down.
Stay down, stay! Hey, come on.

[All clamoring]

Burnout: Yo, black, where
the scrilla and the cush at?

My man asked you a question.

Hey. Hey, look,
load up them rims. Load 'em up.

[Rap music playing]

[Whimpering]

Pull 'em out.

[Grunts]

Get dressed, bitch.

J“ anything goes j“

j“ I got boys in the hood j“

Julien:
Yo, look at what I found. Ha-ha.

Oh, sugar walls found us
some new BBC.

Let me see
what I'm working with here.

Stupid nigger,
you denting the rims.

Burnout: Let me hit that.

That's money.
That's money over there.

Let me crack that bitch.
Come on, man, let me crack her.

[Whimpering]

Help me, please. You okay?

Go, go, go.

[Tires squeal]

Vic: Danny's got the girl.

All right, move in, move in.

[Gun cocks]

[All clamoring]

Vic: Hands in the air.

Head down on the ground.
On the ground right now.

You stay where you're at.

J“ what you do with that bag? J“

counselor,
a moment of your time.

I understand
you're an attorney now.

Not sure if that's a step up
or step down from doing murder.

You got jokes.

Was wondering if you'd be
willing to help me out

on another matter.

What's in it for me?

Spoken like a true lawyer.

So this 16-year-old kid has
got himself into a situation.

I could use your expertise,
help me figure out

what I'm dealing with.

Or I could just ship you back
to county in time for dinner.

I'm just... I'm really sorry.

If anybody reached out to you
when you were his age

with an arsenal
of help and understanding,

you think you might've
channeled your energies

in a different direction?

Don't get it twisted, man.

Everybody's born into this world
with their own set of gifts.

You grow up, find what you're
good at and you roll with it.

It's why you're a cop
and I took a different path.

We all gotta ride or die

with what the good lord
meant for us to do.

You, me and him.

So if killing is this kid's shot
in life, there's no stopping it.

Sure there's stopping it.
You all stopped me, didn't you?

All it takes is a pair of cuffs
and a cage to throw him in.

Yeah, he's got the look.
I seen it before.

Where?

In the mirror.

Which one of you fine young men
is Mickey dightman?

What do you want?
Hands behind your back, Mickey.

Hey. Hey, what's going on?

I'm taking you in
for questioning. Screw!

What did I do?

That's what you're gonna
tell me, big pimpin'.

And you better
not leave out a thing.

You can't arrest me for smoking.

A picture doesn't prove
anything.

I can arrest you for scratching
your tiny little nuggets.

By the time you're done
with booking,

fingerprints, mugshots,
transport to juvie,

it'll be 18 hours before they
release you to mommy and daddy.

They're gonna love being
in and out of court rooms

for the next year,
trying to clear their baby boy.

So who supplied the drugs?

I brought one joint with me.

Where did you get it?

There's a weed patch behind
the school. It grows wild.

What about the ecstasy?

I don't do ex.

That's not what I asked you.

Who brought it to the party?

[Knock at door]

I need a name.

[Knock at door]

Vic: What?

Kid's father's here.

Can you give me a second?

Vic, he's a juvenile.
He has to have a parent present.

What's going on here?
Are you okay?

Your son is involved
in a drug investigation.

I had to make sure he was
in a secure environment

for his own safety
before I could notify you.

You are involved with drugs?

Vic: Marijuana and ecstasy.

If you can get him to cooperate,
it'll go a lot easier on him.

Mickey, you tell this man
what he wants to know.

Now.

Th-this girl in my grade...

Okay, the pimps-and-hos thing
was her idea.

She planned everything,
scored the ex.

The only thing Cassidy
asked me to do

was put together a mix tape
and a couple mashups.

Look, you've always been
the logical one,

I see the whole picture.

With what you did
to Lem center-foreground.

And I always know
where you're coming from.

Look, I'm appealing
to your good judgment.

Even if I know I will forever be
on the wrong end of it.

You got that right.

Vic is gonna land
you, me and him in jail

for the rest of our lives if he
keeps going in this direction.

Well, he's doing what it takes
to protect his family.

That's only one part
of the equation.

The other math goes like this.

Vic takes down someone
who's done worse deeds than him

it balances accounts for Terry.

In that big old box of sins
god keeps on all of us.

I don't believe in god.
Oh, you will.

Because praying's the only thing
that gets you

out of a jail cell twice a week.

Hey, look.

Vic still thinks
the world's worth fixing

and he's the only one
that can do it.

Now, you and me,
we're not like that.

This joint's broke for good,
and we both know it.

And taking down pezuela
will not make

one goddamn bit of difference
on the streets.

Now, he'll listen to you.

Get him to settle this beef.
Hand over the box.

Give everybody a moment's peace.

[Sighs]

You may hate me,

but you know what I'm saying.

You know what's right.

Short of a confession,
I'm not gonna make this case.

I can't sweat one out of him

without alerting the mother
he's a suspect.

In which case,
she circles the wagons

around her sweet teen
killing machine.

Sounds like you've done
everything you can.

What if everything
I've learned in my career,

everything I've been through,

is meant to bring me
to this exact place in time?

This kid, this case.

Claudette: What happened to
the higher power who put you here?

Why wasn't he there to stop
Lloyd from pulling the trigger?

I mean, who's
the better detective?

Someone who arrests the bad guy
after he's killed 30 people?

Or the one who prevents
30 murders from happening

in the future?

None of us can see the future.

We can give it a shove
in the right direction.

Hey, uh, sorry your deposition
went sideways.

In retrospect, burying those
subpoenas was, uh, prudent.

Kleavon would've tracked
you down sooner or later.

What's the final word?

Insardi cut the deal, she gave
me the only deposition tape.

She protected me.

Da's locking in the best win
they can.

It's not just about
protecting you.

Yeah, well, this is the shape
of things to come for me.

More a liability
every passing day.

What were you just saying
about seeing the future?

All I have to do
is look at the present.

If kleavon can suss this out,

what happens
when a real lawyer decides

to tear me apart
on some other case?

You're not a lead detective
anymore.

All you have to do
is manage people here.

Is that what I do now?

Dodged a few bullets today.

Literally.

Just don't know
which side Olivia's on.

Which makes sleeping tonight
as rough as it was last night.

I'm not putting my head on
a pillow until I know for sure.

Shane wants me to have

the come-to-Jesus conversation
with you about...

About ending the war,
turning over the box.

I figured he'd piss in your ear.

He makes sense.
He's got a point.

We can stop this all now.

I can't give back
something I don't have.

Aceveda's in possession
of the box.

And he ain't giving it back
to you and me

so we can get cuddly
with the Armenians.

Besides, if Olivia's
been ratting us out to pezuela,

we've got even bigger problems.

This stays between us.

It was stand-up of Dutch

to take responsibility
for the subpoena-gate.

But I want you to know...
Old business.

[Chuckles]

I'm not well.

But I'm not done here yet
either.

I, uh... I need someone
I can count on.

Backstop me full-time,
catch my mistakes.

Anything you need,
just say the word.

How would you like to be
reassigned to me

on a permanent basis?

[Chuckles]

From tuna boat to goddess duty?

That would work for me.

How much do you know
about lupus?

And we believe this boy?

He was telling the truth.

What are we supposed to do?

Handcuff Cassidy
to the bedpost till she's 21?

If we have to.

She can learn about consequences
the hard way like these people.

Corrine: Don't say that.

That's not the future
I want for our daughter either.

She's a good kid.
She just took a wrong turn.

She's gotta start acting
like a good kid.

I better go.

Hey, hey, I know
how to deal with this, okay?

My lawyer wants to know
where we are

with that quit claim.

Tell him I'm not signing it.

Wait a minute, we agreed.

Maybe in your head.

You have no idea
what it takes to raise a child.

I knew what I was doing
when I decided to keep Lee.

You were never
a part of that plan.

I might not have been
part of the plan,

but I was 50 percent
of the execution.

You wanna see Lee
have a good upbringing?

Stay out of his life
and sign the damn document.

Hey, just because you've decided

that me being the father's
a shitty idea

does not mean I'm gonna get
behind the even shittier idea

of abandoning my son.

[Rock music playing]

My mom's in the shower. Good.

'Cause you and I need to talk.

We both know it was your plan
all along to kill Luis Alvarez.

You convinced him
to break into your house.

You shot him, made sure
you had an airtight story

so you could go out
and kill again.

Because that's what
gets you off.

Might even think you're
gonna get away with it again.

But I'm not gonna
let that happen.

[Door opens]

Dutch?

Why do you
keep calling him that?

Because he's been
so helpful to us.

Am I interrupting something?

No.

Actually, Dutch just came by
to let us know

that the investigation's
officially closed.

Yeah. It's all behind us.

What a relief.

[Sighs]

J“ with all the evil I've done j“

Vic: Hands where I can see 'em.

Drop that.

Wanted some late-night
alone time,

could've invited me
for a cocktail.

Afed with benefits
isn't on my get-list.

Well, how about that drink?

Already checked your well.
You don't stock my pour.

Which is?

Surprising.

You already know
everything else about me.

I found that by your bedside.

Olivia: Girls need
nighttime reading too.

How long has pezuela
had his hooks in you?

You know all the twists
and turns.

Do I?

[Sighs]

I got a federal warrant

on a racketeering investigation
two years ago.

Seized documents in a...
In a bookmaking takedown.

And you made those documents
disappear,

'cause they showed
your brother was in hock

to a cartel-financed casino.

Without motive,

the grand jury dropped the
embezzlement charge against him.

I kept my brother out of jail.

Pezuela followed
the treasure trail to you,

and now you're the one
serving time.

And his doberman, rios,
is your warden.

I thought it was a trade-off
that I could live with.

My brother's been putting
his life back together.

And the errands they had me
running, they were minimal.

Record searches, financials.

They want you to get
your fingers really dirty

to set the hook.

[Sighs]

Rios told me
that I had to arrange

safe passage across the border
for some people.

So I put in for
special-assignment training

down in San ysidro.

Picked up four illegals.

Played it off like I was
taking them to secondary search,

dropped them
at a safe house instead.

He had you dancing with coyotes
for a night, so what?

The next day,
rios had me shadowing

the Salvadoran body-draggings
on kearney.

You think it was done
by the guys you brought over?

Timing's hard to overlook.

And then you gave me that intel
on the Robert Martin shooting.

You couldn't have known.

They weren't coming here
to pick lettuce.

I knew enough.

How much of this
have you fed to rios?

I've kept you out of the mix.

Because?

Because it...

Because I didn't wanna hurt you.

And at some point, you're gonna
squeeze me for a favor?

I'm in this so deep.

And I don't know
how to get myself out.

You're talking to the right guy.

[Dog barking]

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