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Previously on The Shield:

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
gotten everyone on board

the train to Carteltown.

Pezuela's got it in his head

that the Armenians
have the blackmail box.

We need a quick Armenian
political win.

City Controller Robert Martin.

He's in the blackmail box?

Robert! Oh, my God!

That was a goddamn
assassination!

I want Pezuela in prison
and out of my life now!

Agent Murray's looking
to take down the cartel.

She's in the blackmail box?

I'm turning over
the box to Justice.

What about Olivia?

If she's gonna get dragged down
to bust Pezuela, so be it.

Shane!

You just dropped
a grenade in his lap,

and what did you do, just run?

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

This is taking too long.

Take a look around.

We gotta pull the
shit out of there.

It's not too late.
We still have a choice.

Do you think that Shane
gave them a choice?

I'm not Shane.

How'd you get those Mexicans?

I almost got my dick shot off.

I tried to call you.

Rezian took my cell phone.

Where you been?

Vic and Ronnie tried
to kill me tonight.

You know what the worst part is?

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

This may take a few days.

What about today?

Today, I watch my back.

Vic didn't get
another crack at me.

Just be careful, okay?

Always. Come here.

I love you.

So much.

We'll always be together.
All of us.

Bye-bye, buddy. I love you.

Talk to you later.
Okay.

Bye.

Vic.

I wanted to talk to you
outside of the job.

I didn't feel good about the
tone of our last conversation,

especially on my end.

I appreciate the apology.

But if you're doing right,
relinquish your rights to Lee.

Can I come in
so we can talk this over?

No, he's about to wake up.
I gotta feed him.

I'll make it quick.

This is for him.

It's one of those things
you hang over the crib.

It's supposed to be good
for the hand-eye thing.

Thanks.

Look, Danny,

I don't want us
to be at odds over our boy.

Then sign the quit claim form.

Well, you hit me up
with your paperwork.

I'm just here
to give you a heads-up.

I'm about to hit you up
with mine:

A court-ordered DNA test.

I'm pursuing my legal remedies.

Jesus Christ,
you wanna have a kid so bad?

I know a lot of women who'd like
to get knocked up.

I got things to do.

We can slug it out in court,

spend a lot
of time and money we don't have,

or we can work together
on a plan.

Vic, don't you dare
turn this into something ugly.

I'm just trying
to figure out a way

we can make an arrangement
that we can both live with.

That acknowledges my rights
and my responsibilities

as the father, that's it.

All right.

Look, I can pull
a court order anytime

between now and the end
of business tomorrow.

You let me know
how you wanna handle it.

Director Chaffee, when these
files turned up at my office,

I realized that Cruz Pezuela
was using them

to blackmail prominent citizens.

Any idea why this anonymously
landed on your doorstep?

I wouldn't wanna speculate.

My guess is,
whoever was sitting on this

got nervous
after the Martin killing.

Realized his file was in there,

which could implicate him
in a murder.

Wanted to dump the hot potato.

Mr. Pezuela is one of

the biggest contributors
to my campaign,

but that doesn't
buy him any rhythm.

If anything, it obliges me
to bend over backwards

to see that he is brought
to justice.

RHD has been
running the Martin case.

As lead detective,

I'd be open to some sort of
joint investigation here.

Take a look at this.

Amando Rios, veteran lieutenant
in the Mexican drug cartel.

We believe the cartel is using
Pezuela as a front

for their California operation.

What are we looking at,
detective?

I met with Rios.

Tried to develop him
as an intel asset.

Was trying to prove your hunch,
connecting him to Pezuela.

When I realized
that Martin's file was in there,

my first impulse
was to go to Detective Mackey,

figuring it could be evidence
in a homicide.

So in point of fact,

you didn't come to ICE first
with these files?

Vic and I thought it could
be managed at a local level.

But after the Armenian
bloodbath,

we both realized
that this was more

than Farmington Division
was equipped to handle.

- Right.
- You knew this was

an RHD investigation,
you were to stand down.

I was hip-deep. I wanted
to put the pieces together

and bring you a package
with a bow on it...

It's clear Detective Mackey
disobeyed an order by meddling,

which we'll deal with
on our end.

That said, if you'd like
to imbed your agents with...

This agency will
take it from here.

Sir, my people
are down the line...

This is
an ICE investigation now.

Hey, you just cost me
a high-profile case,

you little prick.

I'll try to live
with the disappointment.

Thank you.

Well, Vic, it looks like
Pezuela's blackmail box

is finally
someone else's headache.

Thought you wanted to take down
that menudo shitter

so you could get credit
for cleaning up Farmington.

Oh, I intend to.

Plus, kissing ICE into this
should win me

some friends at a federal level.

Pezuela's gonna grind up
half of L.A.

before these dipshits

come up with a code name
for their operation.

But I guess as long as the Times
gets a photo of you

in an ICE windbreaker, that's
all that really matters, right?

I just handed you an alibi
while you were on surveillance

jaw-boning
with one of Pezuela's thugs.

What about Olivia?

Her file's in there.

By giving it back, you might
as well have pushed her

in front of a freight train.

Yeah, well,
I took out Olivia's file.

You gave it back to her?

No.

But I got her out
of a bad situation.

Bet she can't wait
until that bill comes due.

How'd it go?

Oh, another Mexican donkey show

and Aceveda had me playing
the reluctant virgin.

Seen Shane this morning?

Not yet.

We gonna talk about finishing
what we started?

Bad enough I called an audible
trying to pull Shane,

and you didn't back my play.

Because you were right
the first time.

Yeah, and now we have no idea
what Shane knows,

what he suspects
or what he'll do.

On a good day,
this prick's a wild card.

I've known Shane from way back,
before the Strike Team.

He wasn't always like this.

So?

I played a big part
in where he is right now.

I gotta own that.

That's why you got
to put him down.

I got a daughter
traipsing around

in a French maid's outfit

in front of boys, popping X.

Is that the way you'd advise me
to deal with her too? Huh?

I'm gonna work with her,

try to get her
going straight again.

Maybe that's what I have to do
to Shane. I'll fix him too.

I wish that you could hear
your goddamn rationalizations.

Vic,

you need to be downtown
in an hour

for your review-board hearing.

That's not... That's not
for another two weeks.

The schedule's moved. You're up.

PBA rep will meet you there.

Termination without pension.

Effective 10 days from now.

Jesus.

What happened?

I didn't have Pezuela's box
to hand them

to offset my shaky jacket.

That bastard, Kouf.

He's the one
who sealed the deal.

Said I cost him
the Martin investigation.

Didn't follow orders.

Taking down the public face

of the Mexican cartel
got you canned?

Apparently, the brass thinks
this asshole shits spumoni.

You're gonna fight this, right?

Detective Mackey,
we're not done.

In spite of this, the final
determination's up to the chief.

Go to your captain and get her
to put in a good word.

I see you're a married man.
Is your wife pretty?

Beautiful.
Mind if I take her to Vegas

for a dirty weekend?

Ride her ass hard
and put her away wet?

What?

That's about
the level of cooperation

I can expect from my captain
on anything.

Hey.

What's this buzz I'm hearing
about them taking your badge?

Done deal. Ten days.

Holy Christ, man.
What are you gonna do?

You doing okay
after that close call?

Yeah, it was a long dark night

to think about
what almost happened.

Just makes you wanna hug
your kid and not let go.

You're telling me.

I thank God I'm blessed
with a wife who loves me.

That's right.

So, uh, we gonna
track down those Mexis

that put me in the middle
of that shooting gallery?

Damn straight.

Let's find out what bullshit
we're facing here first.

What are we looking at?

Assault, working girl,
sketchy vitals.

Why'd you dime us?

Strike Team has no stake
in half-dead blow girl.

A co-worker found her.
Says she knows you.

What is it with you and whores?

Trying to keep them
from tempting you.

Might as well start the canvass.

Don't work up a sweat,
I'll be quick.

Where's the chickenhead?

It's the pretty lady
waiting right there.

Vic.

It's me, Farrah.

Holy Jesus Christ.

You gotta get
the guy who did this.

It was Bombay, our pimp.

A hooker scoring a beat
down is below my pay grade.

A friend of yours is even lower.

Amber and I were getting
clean for each other.

That's why Bombay did this.

He'll be coming for me next.

You had your chance.

I gave you a bus ticket
out of the life.

Instead of doing the smart
thing, you played me.

Why are you mad at me...?

I don't give
a rat's ass about you, lady.

Did bad shit go down between us?
I don't... I don't remember.

You don't remember
whose cock you gagged on

this morning either.

I'm not like that anymore.

Amber and me had two weeks
without using.

We're going to meetings
and everything.

Hey, Vic.
EMT's just pronounced her.

She's dead?

Oh, my God. Oh, my...

You gotta catch the guy who did
this. Please, Vic.

Please, Vic!

Get this skank on record
and get her out of here.

I thought
you were gonna help me.

I accidentally touched you

and I haven't had
a tetanus shot in a while.

My girl gets murdered
and you don't give a shit?

Don't care I'm next?

By me, that's euthanasia.

Hey.

I've already been down
the road with this slut.

Her mouth is only good
for two things

and one of them is lying
through her teeth.

I need help, Vic.

Have a seat.

When was the last time
you saw Amber?

Yesterday.
She works nights.

Manager at the liquor spot

lets her clean up in the back
sink on the way home.

Usually gets to the car
about the time

the sun comes up.

When she didn't show,
I knew something was bad.

You told Vic
you know who did it.

Damn straight.
Our pimp, Bombay.

How do you know it was him?

Because he said he was gonna.

Bombay turns you out,

puts you on the track,
you don't leave.

Where's Bombay get his drugs?

Manufactures them.

Crystal's the main gig.

Running bitches is just a hobby.

Said it's like owning
racehorses.

I trusted you.

Now I find you had Pezuela's box
the whole time?

Yeah, I had the box.

And you were in it.

I had to make sure
I could trust you.

Then I lost the box to Aceveda.

And he flipped it over to your
boss against my objections.

Know a good trial attorney?

Aceveda pulled your file
before he turned it over.

Why? W...

One side of his mouth
would call it a good deed.

The other would call it

leverage over you
for favors to be named later.

So I've traded one blackmailer
for another?

You've been granted a reprieve.

That's all that matters
right now.

My here and now
is how to bring down Pezuela

in the 10 days
I still have a badge,

because there's no way
in hell the geniuses

in your agency
are up for the job.

Chaffee is making this case
a priority.

Whatever that means.

Rios has disappeared.

Pezuela's insulated.
He knows there's heat.

You need someone on the inside.

And that only means me.

Chaffee will never go for it.

Far as he's concerned, local
cops are incompetent or dirty.

Really?
What's his plan, then?

He's gonna raid Pezuela's
construction site today.

Looking for what?
Surveillance has Rios

going into that
job site two days ago.

He was never witnessed
coming out.

We find a body,

Chaffee goes after Pezuela
on conspiracy homicide.

You're not gonna find
a body, trust me.

The only thing
this raid is gonna do

is send Pezuela scurrying
for his bunker.

You have to stop it.

I could tip Pezuela off.

Keep alive the fiction
he's still got a hook in me.

I got a way
we can both curry some favor.

By the end of business,

the feds are gonna be crawling
all over this place.

Where'd you get the information?

I got a real
deep throat in D.C.

Tipped me the local office

is waiting on approval
to move forward.

A local cop with federal reach?

Well, when you're a grower,
not a shower,

it helps to have a deep throat
with no gag reflex.

And if your information
should have some merit?

Then we should
start talking about

a promotion and a raise.

I had another thought.

This week's pay and severance.

You haven't found
my missing box.

And in 10 days,
you won't have a badge.

You're no use to me.

Hey, I handed you the Armenians
on a platter,

and I'm telling you, the feds
are about to show up here,

pry your mouth open
and take a big long piss.

What have you done
for me lately?

Listen, I have kids.

I'm about to lose my job.

I'm scrambling.

Our business is done.

I was in my room
getting ready for work

when someone tried to break in.

Heard the glass,
got scared and went for my gun.

Did you get a look at
the intruder before you fired?

Not really.
I yelled, "I have a gun."

I was just trying to scare him,

but I think
I might have shot him.

So you probably couldn't
identify him

if you saw him again?

You live here alone?

Yeah, this area was supposed
to be on the way up.

I was gonna flip the house
like on those infomercials.

Do me a favor and finish up.

Why? Claudette's house
is five doors down.

I wanna go over
and check it out.

Thanks.
All right, no problem.

That's what partners
are for, right?

This is Claudette,

leave a message.

Hey, Claudette, are you there?

Pick up.
I, uh, see your car here.

I'm, uh...
I'm walking up your front steps.

Pick up.

Hello? Hello, hello?

That's me, knocking.

Oh, shit.

Claudette?

Claudette?

Hello? Claudette?

Claudette?

Whatever dance you
and Vic got going on,

I don't wanna be a part of it.

Vic is taking me to court

to prove that he's
my son's father.

I don't want him
in our lives, period.

I don't even want
child support, okay?

And on a cop's salary,

I can't imagine you want him
paying money

that should been going to you
and your kids.

What exactly do you want?

I want sole custody,
and no visitation rights.

But the thing is, to get that,

I have to make a case to the
judge that he's an unfit parent.

Vic may be a lot of things,
but he cares about his kids.

Yeah, well, when Cassidy
came to my house,

she had a different take on it.

Sorry, it's not my business,
all right?

That's why I called you
to come get her.

But Lee is my business.

Come on, you know this guy
better than anybody.

And with Vic,
it's all about him all the time.

What good does it do my kids

to drag their father's dirty
laundry into a courtroom?

Just tell your side of things
to the judge, okay?

The records are gonna be sealed.
They never even have to know.

Corrine, don't even think
about it as a favor to me.

Think about it
as a long-term business decision

in the best interest
of your kids.

Hey.

Crime scene's
this house, not mine.

All this excitement right
down the block from you.

I... I saw your, uh, car
in the driveway.

Alternator trouble.

Black and white gave me
a lift to work this morning,

and then the neighbors
started calling,

which is why I want you
to clear this, pronto.

Okay.
See you back at the Barn.

Unis found blood
around the side of the house.

Looks like Annie Oakley
winged the guy.

Let's get a sample.

Tried to get a read on Shane.

Looks like
we might be all right.

As long as he's alive,
we're not all right.

What about saving your badge?
Any ideas?

A squeaking noise like that,

you probably wanna check
your fan belt.

I hear you'll be moving on.

You still got me
for another week and a half.

I'll make a deal with you.

You clean out your locker
and leave today,

and I'll go personally
to the chief

and get a piece
of your pension restored.

I, uh, still got
a few loose ends to tie up.

I'll stick around, thanks.

In that case,

I want your people deployed
on this working-girl murder.

You want the Strike
Team on pimp patrol?

This guy also manufactures
and moves meth in quantity.

Which, if memory serves,
is one of the hot spots

you people
are supposed to be on top of.

Bombay's government
name is Marcel Letourneau.

Ran his priors, no address.

The girl didn't have
a 20 on him.

Get ready for a long, lazy
afternoon on the stroll,

turning down free BJ's
while we look for this idiot.

Who said anything
about turning them down?

- Count me in.
- Farrah did have info

on one of Bombay's new earners.

Calls herself Capuchina.

Probably stole Farrah's crown

as bottom bitch.

Why wouldn't she rat her out?

- Anything else?
- Pretty much it.

Waiting on forensics.

Shane and I will meet Capuchina.

You guys hang tight,
stay on the lab rats.

Let's do it.

I'll catch up with you outside.

Come here.

What's going on?

Danny came to see me.

What did she want?

First, why don't you tell me
why you want joint custody.

Don't worry about any of that.

You tell me, I'll stop worrying.

Why do you want shared custody?

Because I have
shared responsibility.

That's bullshit, Vic.

You've had 14 years

to be the most important part
of Cassidy's life.

Never once
has she been your top priority.

Given where she is
in her life right now,

I'd do things differently.

I don't wanna make
the same mistake with Lee.

This baby gives you a do over?

How can I be an example
to our three kids,

look them in the eye,
if I walk away from this child?

They know about him,
for chrissake.

How can I prove to Cassidy

that I love her if I won't
even fight for my son?

Now, goddamn it,
what did Danny want?

You out of the picture.

She wants me to help her
to make a case

that you're not fit
to even see this kid.

Are you signing on?

I know why
you think you want this,

but you need to ask yourself if
you're just putting up a fight

just because you're a fighter,

or if this is what's best
for this kid.

You didn't... Before you answer,

just sit with the question.

What's up?

Shit can jump off
with these 187 cats, man.

Detective,

do you smell the sickly sweet
odor of Cannabis sativa?

Uh, yes, indeed I do.

Sit down.

Bag of skunk,
some drug paraphernalia.

Ha! Undisclosed earnings.

Possession
of a concealed weapon.

Jesus Christ.

I keep that for protection.

One of my regulars
likes me to use it on his nuts.

Who could blame him?

What do you boys want?
We wanna find Bombay.

That gray bitch turned you
onto me, didn't she?

What do you know about Farrah?

Bitch couldn't handle
her business.

Chose the white smoke
over her black pimp.

Bitch is paying the price now.

Word on the street is,
Bombay murdered her squeeze.

Farrah ain't right in the mind.

Why she got kicked to the curb?

I'm down for mine, got vision.

Run bitches of my own one day,
be an entrepreneur.

Well, you help us find Bombay,

and we'll sponsor you
for the Rotary Club.

Baby, I don't do anal.

What about bondage?

Now, you can add

obstructing a police
investigation to the list.

I swear the nigga only come here
to hit my shit, hold his paper.

Stop fighting.
Two-Man'd know where he's at.

Who's Two-Man?
His boy.

Collects his dope money.

Where do we find him?
I don't know.

What's he look like?
Big, ugly, black as a flat tire.

Puts the hurt on folks
who can't pay.

Man, talk to Farrah,
she'll know where Two-Man's at.

Word, if I knew anything else,

I'd tell y'all,
because I don't love County.

Two-Man collects in the
Jungles every Mother's Day.

When the County checks come in.

That's his car.

Ronnie, suspect
vehicle is on your left.

- Pull over where you can.
- Got it.

How come you didn't you turn us
on to this guy at the Barn?

I don't know.
I didn't think of it.

Wasn't sure if he was still
working for Bombay.

Now, we are gonna sit here
until this guy shows up.

You're gonna point him out.
When are we...?

Until then, we're gonna keep
talking to a minimum.

There's been
a 15-percent increase

in B and E's
the last three months

in Claudette's neighborhood.

Mostly electronics and jewelry.

Couple of private security
companies work in that area now.

Figure they're worth
a conversation.

Rent-a-cops?
Oh, more like rent an ex-cop.

PRP Protection is owned by guys
who used to be on the job.

We should call over. Maybe
their patrols saw something.

Way ahead of you, Dutchman.

Oh, as a matter of fact,
uh, this must be my guy.

Lester, thanks for coming in.

Are you kidding me?
Happy to help.

Say hi to Dutch Wagenbach.

Hey.
Hey.

So ex-cops running
a security company.

It's genius.
I think I see my future.

I recognized an opportunity.
No-brainer, really.

I got a business bone myself.

Yeah? What are you into?

Most recently, vending machines.

Not the cheap stuff. High-end
gourmet food and beverages.

Good money there?
Oh, huh...

...it's not bad.

So, what can I do for you guys?

Recent increase in B and E's
in your service area.

What do you make of it?
Gentrification.

White people moving in because
the real estate's cheaper.

They bring better gear to steal.

For the blacks and Mexicans,
it's a crowbar Christmas.

Company logs and files
for the past three months.

It's a general who's who
and what's what

of crimes we've
responded to in the area.

I'd take a look at a couple
of troublemakers in particular.

Elliott Gallardo, he's
a recently paroled crackhead,

lives in the area.

The other guy's called Paolo.

He owns a Luxury Pawnshop
down on 6th.

Got an interesting way
of compensating

for his low inventory.

You gonna break this whole thing
on your own?

Here's a new one.

White shirt,
coming out the gate.

That's him, right there.

That's Two-Man.

Stay in the car.
Try to keep your clothes on.

Stop. Police.

Look out!

The court, cut him off.

Shane, wake up, brother.
Up and at them.

Yo, watch out, man.

Take it easy.
Take it easy.

I didn't do nothing, man.

Shut your hole. Don't move.

We're looking for
Bombay Letourneau.

Who?

How's that?

I understand you do this
for a living, except to girls.

Anybody feels the need to write
me up for excessive force,

you better do it
in the next 10 days.

God, you gonna break it!

Get up, get up.

Up!

Give me your hand.

Tell us where he is,

we'll forget
the track-and-field tryout.

And you get to keep this.

That grip belong to Bombay.

Well, he won't be
needing that anymore.

He got a new cook-up spot
in the dust bowl

off the Five in Glassell Park.

I think he broke
my goddamn jaw, man.

You broke your own jaw, asshole.

It smells like cat piss.

Means they're
in the middle of a cook-up.

We could catch them off-guard.
Should we wait for uni backup?

Take them hard to the paint,
they won't know what hit them.

Vic, Connie was always
saying you were nice.

How you helped her.

Whatever I did to make you mad,
I'm sorry.

My life's different now.

And mine too.

Four or five people
in the main trailer.

I don't know
about the other one.

We go in, roust everyone.

Little Miss Claptrap IDs
our bad guy.

You stay here and
keep your mouth shut

until we need you
to eyeball mac daddy.

Come on.

Be careful.

Suspect down!

Get out of there!

Get out of the trailer!

Let's go, right now!

Get against there!

Get out of there!
Get against the wall!

- Spread your arms.
- Get against the wall.

Clear!

Ronnie, you got that?
Clear.

Julien, clear that other
structure.

Clear.

I did what I had to do.

You fellas took a few rounds.

I only returned two shots.

Okay, I don't want you
talking to anyone.

OIS is on its way. I want you
to contact Protective League.

Get a rep standing by, okay?

IAD will take your formal
statement at the Barn.

I'll take possession
of your weapon.

It'll be all right.

One of you guys get him back.

Glad I stuck around?

Might even pick up a letter
of commendation for this one.

Looks good in the jacket,
raises my rate next gig.

We appreciate all the help.

Hey, just doing
my part as a citizen.

I point them out,
you put them away.

That sounds like a plan.
Thanks.

Hey, Danny, you got a minute?

What's up?

Danielle Sofer?

Yeah?

You are ordered
to appear in family court

on the date indicated.

Have a good day.

You son of a bitch.

You told me
I had until tomorrow night.

That was before you went
behind my back

and dragged Corrine into this.

Shredding another family
for your own agenda

isn't gonna win you world's best
mom in a courtroom.

Guess we do this the hard way.

After the shit you've
pulled Corrine through

she comes back to you
like a whipped puppy.

Jesus Christ, what kind of
hold do you have

on that poor woman anyway?

She understands
a basic human concept.

Children need fathers.

I'm not gonna let you puzzle
over that little brainteaser

one more day
at my son's expense.

You missed one hell of a show
at Pezuela's place.

Two helicopters
with thermographic display,

field command module
with satellite uplink,

two dozen agents, canine team,
a posse of forensic accountants.

And your boss came up
with jack shit and no body.

Your tax dollars at work.

Chaffee walked himself out
onto a limb

with the big boys
in D.C. on this one.

And the limb just snapped.

When can you get me
into a room with Chaffee?

I'll find out.

Hey, Vic. There
was a guy here earlier,

Lester Spirakus, ex-cop.
You know him?

I've seen him around, why?

Got a sense you two
had some history.

Good ob.
You should be a detective.

Guy is an asshole.
Into all kinds of wrong shit.

Really?

What did he do now?

Well, maybe nothing.

If you think
he did something shitty,

he probably did.

Captain, I need signatures
on last week's OT reports.

I couldn't help catching you
and Vic square off earlier.

Sorry about that.
It won't happen again.

Is that a promise you can keep?

Probably not.

Not even for the next 10 days?

Vic's being terminated.
He'll be gone after that.

Wow.
I don't mean to insert myself,

but if I've got a personnel
problem on my hands,

even a short-term, I'd like
to know what I'm dealing with.

Oh, captain,
it's not a secret around here.

I mean, everybody knows
Vic is the father.

I've heard rumors.

I tried to keep him
out of the mix.

It's just things
have gotten messy.

You ought to know that
that's the book on Vic going in.

Right. I think I was just
focused on the baby of it all.

Take whatever time you need.

Handle your business.

I don't wanna
leave you in the lurch.

I can look out for myself,
and you should do the same.

Talked to Elliott the crackhead.

Alibi checks out. Four people
saw him stealing food

from a soup kitchen.

How do you steal
from a soup kitchen?

That was his argument.

How about we head over
to the pawnshop?

Hey, maybe we've been going
the wrong direction.

What about Lester?
That's a good one.

No, I've been, uh, going through
these logs he gave us.

Most of his new accounts

are from residences
where there were recent 211's.

Makes sense. Probably gets
a list of B and E's from a cop.

Or maybe he's
staging them himself,

create a market for his product.

He's an ex-cop, for chrissake.

Then let's let him come in
and clear himself.

You showed your hand on a covert
investigation and came up empty.

I'm out of my department
because of this thing.

Sounds like
we both had a bad day.

I have a way to take our
respective shit piles

and recycle them
into something useful.

Pezuela's guard's up.

It'll take more than
turning your pockets

inside out to get next to him.

That's why I have to deliver

something that matters to him.

I have to give him back
the blackmail box.

We'd be handing the man
a loaded gun.

Do the math.

If Pezuela can't lean
on people to do his bidding,

it costs him juice
with the cartel.

The harder it becomes
for us to use him

to move up the food chain.

I'm in your wingtips.

I'm going after the guy
that's making Pezuela

lose sleep at night.

And the box by itself

is nothing but a tell-all
about human weakness.

It doesn't even get you Pezuela.

Let him put the box in play.

That keeps him positioned
as the cartel's go-to guy.

At the very least,

we get him on conspiracy
and extortion.

With me on the inside,
keeping a travel log

of all the dark
and dirty places he visits.

Unless you have a better plan.

Only one problem with your idea.

Pezuela's gonna smell a rat

when he gets this back
and your file's not inside it?

Especially since he knows

the agency's dogging
his every move.

That's why I gotta get it
back from Aceveda,

and put it back inside.

You gonna be all right
with that?

This sting works,

maybe I'll finally
be able to hang up my kneepads.

Maybe keep them on just
a little while longer,

and this all goes away.

Aceveda's not gonna
just hand it over.

I already went to his office
today and asked.

I've known David a long time.

It's all about how you ask.

I'm working undercover for ICE.

The box is back in play.

We need Olivia's file
in order to sell it to Pezuela.

When the hell did this happen?

You said something about
wanting to see justice done?

Time to jump on board
the karma train.

Well, I have to handle
Pezuela very carefully.

He could hurt me.

And you... You say you wanna
bring him down?

You were just working
for the man.

She had no choice.

Look, I'm sorry,

but Vic doesn't make
a compelling character witness.

Your file gives me
a card to play

in case you're tempted
to switch sides again.

Here's what happens
if you don't give the file:

Pezuela doesn't take the bait.

ICE doesn't understand why,

so they put his balls
through the wringer

just on general principal,

and he gives up Olivia anyway.

Then I roll on you
for blackmailing me.

And I back her story.

You two make quite a team.

You know how much of my life
I spent in interrogation rooms?

Oh, it's quieter in here.
You mind?

No, I'm fine with it.

What's up, guys?

You mind if I cut to the chase?

I'd love that.

The more security systems
you sell,

the more money you make.

And what better way
to stimulate demand

than breaking into houses?

I spent 15 years on the job.

This is a hell of a way to thank
me for my time and service.

A quick way to clear this up.

Perp got grazed by a bullet,
left a trail of blood.

What, you wanna check me out?

Why didn't you say so?

Fifty-three, still ripped.

You guys are too busy on the job

to get to the gym regularly.

I remember.

Um, can you turn around,

so we can see
the back of your legs?

Liking that ass?

Can I go now,
or do you wanna tickle my balls?

Uh, your partner,
J.R. Cornelius,

I'd like to talk to him.
How do I reach him?

He's on vacation.

Since when?
Last weekend.

J.R. wasn't in town
when this happened.

But you're welcome
to knock on his door.

Woman's here to see someone
from the Strike Team.

Somewhere we could talk?

Bombay's as hard as they get,
but he didn't kill no girl.

Why you say that?
Because I saw who did.

I'm working the track,
Two-Man rolls up on Amber,

tells her to get in.

Bitch wasn't trying to hear it
on account of what's in store.

Just because she got in his car
doesn't mean that he killed her.

I'm gonna be real with you.

Nigga gets a cut
of what he collects

and any pussy he wants.

He ain't about hitting no trim,
he about banging on shorties.

So he's into rough stuff?
Shit,

that brother don't even
get his swole on.

Two-Man about bringing the pain.

All the bitches
he sent to Killah King

with broken bones and shit.
That's bad for business.

Bombay put up with that?

He never let him
beat on his earners.

But, daddy, it was open season
on low-end skeezers.

Amber should've
taken her beat down

same as every other ho.

Minute she said no, it was on.

Two-Man snatched her
by the hair,

bashed her in the face,
banged her head against the car

and threw her in the back.

When he drove off,

I knew I wasn't ever
gonna see that breezie again.

You would've saved everybody
a lot of time and ammunition

if you told us this before.

If I'd have snitched
on Bombay's dude

I'd be in the mortuary
right behind gray girl.

Pimp juice dead, it's all good.

Be even safer if you toss
Two-Man in, lose the key.

You seem like a good person.

You're just trying
to do the right thing.

And maybe you saw Two-Man
do those things,

maybe you didn't.
I know what I seen.

Point is, you're in
a cloud of chronic all day.

You're not a credible witness.

And I also have concerns
about your personal safety.

Now, what if you testify,
and we don't get a conviction?

I don't want anything
happening to you.

I'm gonna treat this
as an anonymous tip.

I ain't mad.

Keeping it in the cut.

Looks like J.R.
decided to vacation

in the ER out in Riverside.

Well, that's news to me.

He was being
treated for a gunshot wound.

Arrived two hours
after the shooting.

Told the doctors he was
an ex-cop who was wounded

when his gun
accidentally discharged.

He always was clumsy.

Riverside P.D. picked him up.
They're bringing him here now.

You know what it'll mean for us
to clear these open B and E's?

Go easier for you
if you tell us what happened.

We found blood
at the crime scene.

When we test it
it's gonna match J.R.'s.

He's my partner.

Well, I respect
that kind of loyalty.

And since he's got more to lose
than you do,

I hope he does too.

I walk on the B and E's.

Trespassing and vandalism.

Gotta make sure you're out
of the home-protection business.

We thought the house was empty.

I was on the lookout
when he went in.

I heard the gunshot
and then he came running out.

Then I drove him to his car.

Shit.

Bombay never posted lookouts
during a cook-up.

He needed everybody in the lab.

So why did he come out
guns blazing?

The phone call.

What phone call?

Somebody called his cell.

Said there were cops outside,
who are gonna kill him.

He told us to get down,

went for his gun,
started shooting.

You spun that sob story

about your pimp
killing your girlfriend?

You set up Bombay

for a death-by-cop
payback for kicking you out?

He's the one
who started her on the pipe.

He got what he deserved.

I don't give a shit
about your goddamn pimp!

You understand?

You called him.

You warned him,
so he'd come out blasting.

You used me.

You used one of my guys
as the shooter.

You could've gotten us all
killed, you sick bitch.

Oh, I used you.

Played you same as last time.

I remember it all now.

You were
an asshole back then too.

And you just keep getting
more pathetic and miserable.

I still got you
handling my business for me.

May not be so pretty anymore,

but I am walking, talking pussy

and you let me lead you around
by your dick.

You ever thought about
just cutting it off?

Free your mind once and for all?

When I went over
to your house this morning

to check on you,

I had to break a window
and go into your house.

Had to?

I was worried.

Oh, you thought I was lying dead
on the floor, because I'm sick?

You... You live alone,
your car was in the driveway,

nobody came to the door,

there was a B and E
down the block,

and a potentially dangerous
suspect on the loose.

I'm gonna send you the bill
for that window.

I know I've been a little lax.

It was obvious you're not
taking care of yourself.

James isn't
in your life anymore.

We need to get you
a little help.

I don't need help.

Claudette...
Look, the house is messy.

I'll clean it up.

Look, you have to...

You have to understand,

it takes every ounce of energy

for me to be here every day,

to do what I need to get done.

But by the time I get home,
I don't have nothing left.

I... I, uh, hired you
a cleaning lady.

No!
Her name is Cecilia.

She'll be coming on Mondays
and Thursdays.

Dutch... I will pay for it.

I'll pay for it.

No, I will,

so I know she's doing the job.

Is she even legal?

Uh, she's coming on Mondays
and Thursdays.

I just need a key,
so she can get in the house.

Vic, please don't...

I thought I'd give another shot
to talk this out.

I'm sure we'd both rather
see the money

we're about to burn through
going to Lee's college, right?

Okay.

I give.

But I'm gonna need parameters
that I can live with.

I'll put your name
on the birth certificate,

but I want sole custody.

And we gotta work out
visitation rights.

I can live with that.

I talked to this family
arbitrator.

She said that we can sit down
and work out the details.

I'm there,
just tell me when and where.

I'll call tomorrow,
get some times.

Hey, I'm glad
we're gonna be able

to reason our way through this.

In the end, it's really gonna
work out for the best.

That's what I want for Lee.

All right,
I'll see you in the morning.

I'll see you in the morning.

Need to get a better lock,
Two-Man.

Some lowlife could break in.

You got a warrant?

Shit, no.

What you want, then?

Chop it up with you,

about that strawberry
you beat to death.

I don't know about
no dead strawberry...

Cut the shit.

Bombay, now deceased, FYI,
loaned you his gash crew

as a part
of your compensation package.

Don't mean I killed the bitch.

You went too tough on Amber.

I got an eyewitness
who saw the whole thing go down.

There are two different ways
we can handle this.

I can take you in,
an eyewitness fingers you,

I arrest you for murder
with special circumstances.

But you know
where that gets you.

Or you can work with me,

and make this whole thing
go away.

Work with you how?

I need your help
getting rid of somebody.

That's gonna mean looking
somebody in the eye,

and pulling the trigger, though.

You ain't serious.

You don't know
how goddamn serious I am.

Ain't no thing.

Who?

How's your jaw feeling?