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Previously on The Shield:

I'm officially resigning.

So it's kiss-my-ass time.

This is still my campaign.

Mr. Mayor,
the dick is up your ass.

And I am the one who
decides when it comes out.

Pezuela's verbal beatdown
was for this guy's benefit.

I'm guessing your intel about
a cartel evaluator was dead on.

Guillermo Beltran.

No wonder Pezuela
was trying to impress him.

His boss is in town.

You heard Vic turned in
his badge yesterday?

That leaves me to be your
most important instrument

in the Guerrero
cartel investigation.

If you're no longer
valuable to Pezuela,

we're not sure you're
valuable to this investigation.

I'm looking for a place
to hide $100,000

where Vic won't find it.

Why does Vendrell want you dead?

Vic thinks Shane was waiting
at his place last night.

Shane Vendrell hired
you to kill Gardocki?

Mackey!

Look for Shane!
He just left!

Every law
enforcement agency statewide

has a description
of Vendrell's vehicles

and recent pictures
of the family.

Shane and I are
getting out of town.

I'm gonna call from
wherever we are and check in.

Vic and Ronnie are going to do
everything in their power

to prevent the cops
from finding us.

We gotta find them
before anyone else does.

That man over there has a gun!

Vic tried to kill us
tonight, and you helped him.

When I call you tomorrow,

you need to have
information on how and where

the police are looking for us.

What did she say?

That they're not gonna be
calling back here ever.

Who the hell are you?

Tell Stella we're here
to see her.

Well, she's asleep,

being the middle
of the goddamn night and all.

We're old friends
of her daughter's.

I haven't seen Mara.

Since you boys drove all the way
from Los Angeles,

can I get you a drink?

The local police have been here.

Stella told them everything.

Why don't you pour yourself
a turpentine martini,

and give us some air?

Last time I saw you,

my daughter got herself
in some trouble,

and you weren't
real nice about it, Vic.

Yeah, well, Mara's got herself
in an even worse jam.

You have any idea where she
and Shane might be headed?

Keeping your mouth shut
means aiding a fugitive.

You made that sound so official.

It just doesn't seem legit,
though,

this whole midnight drop by.

And I don't know shit
about where Mara's gone to.

Shane's dangerous.

It's not safe for Mara out
there, or for Jackson.

Her pregnancy could be
in jeopardy.

Pregnancy?

Oh, well,
this is a real fine way

- to get the happy news.
- How long's it been

since Mara's
been in touch with you?

I stopped keeping track.

She used to help me out
with money.

And once she got married,
that all changed.

But if you find her,

you tell her I'm happy for her
with that baby.

Yeah.

I'll be real sure to do that.

Nice crowd for after-hours,
Santi.

Tip well, uh, they leave
the lights on for you.

You're on
the wrong side of town.

I'm here to give you
a reason to celebrate.

Name's Vendrell.

There's a reward waiting
for anyone who can deliver him.

Now, 10 grand, that will buy you
an awful lot of cervezas.

You or any of your boys
find Vendrell,

you hold him for me.

But be careful, he's an ex-cop.

Call me at that number.

I show up with the money,

we make the exchange.

This gonna get us into any shit
with your pals in blue?

It's staying just between
you and me.

But I've already got a few other
search parties after that cash,

so there will only be
one winning lottery ticket.

Keep it.

Not feeling very sentimental
these days.

Mara?

Mara?

Hey, buddy.

Mara?

Water warm?

It helps my back.

Wanna come in?

Close your eyes.

It's like we're
off the coast somewhere.

Somewhere far, far away.

Soon, baby.

I promise.

Soon.

Nothing.

All right,

Shane knows we're already
onto his last motel,

so he's probably looking for
a place with less eyes.

My shift starts
in a couple hours.

All right.

You coming?

We're not gonna find him.

Sure we are.

We're betting our freedom
on gang leaders, Vic.

And that's
if any of them spot Shane.

Look, I'm turning over
every rock I can.

I'm gonna run.

Hey, we're not there yet.

I call in sick to the Barn,

be across the border
before anybody knows about it.

Be a few days before
they even look for me.

Once you flip that switch,
there's no going back.

Look, when they find Shane,
we're lifers in jail.

That's why
we gotta find him first.

We had our chance.

Hey, man,
it's just like any other case.

Sometimes you gotta wait
until something hits.

I can't sit
in the Barn and wait.

If something goes down
and I don't hear,

all they gotta do is
march across the bullpen

and slap the cuffs on me.

And how's your running
gonna make me look?

You should run too, man.

Hey. Hey.

This isn't something

I haven't thought of myself,
okay?

Then let's go.
No.

Let's go.
No, Shane does not get to win.

He dropped the grenade
that killed our team.

But he doesn't get to kill
your career,

my life with my children.

This side gig I got going
with ICE,

it's going really well.

Now, I'm trying to insulate us
from all this shit.

Set us up with... With jobs
and fed badges.

Why would they wanna
bail us out, Vic?

Me helping out Olivia,
it's got her in my corner.

And she's whispering
in all the right ears.

All I gotta do
is nail this shithead Mexi.

Pezuela?
Not Pezuela.

His boss.

This cartel guy.

When that mouse trap springs,

I'll tell ICE that it's time
for them to cut us a deal.

You think they'll go for that?

All I need
is two, three more days.

We keep looking for Shane

or he stays hidden that long,

I turn it up a notch
with Olivia,

and then I toss your name in
when she starts talking terms.

Give me one last shot

at getting us through this shit.

If I fail, we'll both run.

Mom?

What's wrong?
Megan had a bad dream.

Didn't you hear her crying?

Uh. Okay, um.

Go back to bed.

Come on, you've got school
in the morning.

Come on.

Uh, Nurse Mackey?

We're here about that, uh,
assault victim you called in?

Yeah. Can you cover
my beds for me? Thanks, Barb.

Before I say anything,
I need to be sure

that I can't
get into trouble for this.

Vic cannot know
that I came to you.

Anything you say pertaining
to this investigation

is protected.
You have my word.

No, I'm gonna need it
in writing.

I want my lawyer to review it.

Corrine, it's us.

Just have the papers drawn up

and be back here in two hours.

What's the rush?
Vic planning something?

No, just be back here in two hours.
Okay.

Corrine, we'll draw up
whatever documents you want.

But we'll need to know what
we're dealing with right now.

Oh, God.

Shane and Mara contacted me.

They wanted information
about the police search.

Vic convinced me
to go along with it.

He lied to me and he used me
to try to kill them.

I need Vic
out of my life for good.

But my kids cannot know
that I did this to him.

Arrest her and find out
what she knows in interrogation.

We arrest Corrine Mackey,

that leaves us limited
and dated information on Shane.

Now, we work with her,
that allows us to get to him.

She's admitted to
having contact with a fugitive.

She can be forced to cooperate.

Corrine's only
trying to get free

from the web that Vic has spun.

She didn't have to come forward.
We owe her.

Not to mention,

this could close the book
on Vic Mackey for good.

Something that should have been
done a long time ago.

I gave Vic a pass
from time to time.

But only when he could
make a difference.

No, you were sweeping him
under the rug.

He's made a lot of good arrests.

I don't want all those
overturned.

The crimes
Corrine can help get Vic on

are limited to him and Shane.

Shouldn't jeopardize
any convictions.

Fine.

Let's give her
the help she needs.

How's the early retirement?

It's not all Hawaiian shirts
and fishing trips.

Yeah, I heard about Vendrell.

Strike Team's demise is
more violent than I predicted.

End of an era. But I'm already
looking forward to a new one.

Of course.

Vic Mackey doesn't
hand over his badge

without an exit strategy.

I'm here to warn you.

Your golden parachute
might be about to rip.

Olivia gave me a heads-up.

Guillermo Beltran's
the new Fed get.

Really?

Pezuela's an M.B.A.
with a dirty agenda.

This guy Beltran,
he's the real power.

Which is why ICE needs me now
more than ever.

You think Chaffee
and the line-up

of budget-crunchers
he answers to

gives a rat's ass about you?

About keeping you alive?

The moment
Beltran crossed that border,

the rules of the game changed.

The feds want this guy so bad
they can taste it.

And they will not have a problem
shooting the messenger.

Oh, I see. So...
So you want me to just back off

and let you handle things
and gobble up all the glory.

Is that it?

There's only gonna be room
for one guy to work Beltran.

And that's gonna be me.

That's what I do.

Not anymore.

You're way in over your head,
councilman.

Working the Mexican cartel
from the inside out?

This isn't pushing paperwork
from the Barn to downtown.

This is real police work.

Pezuela's seen
your old photo album.

He doesn't fear you.

He doesn't respect you,
and Beltran won't, either.

So do yourself and your family
a favor.

Step away from the table,
stay away from me,

and let the real men
finish this job.

Eat one of those hot dogs.

You know, baby?

Yeah?

Might be kind of nice
to find a place on the coast.

I'd like that.

Hey, buddy?

You ready?

Yeah.
Watch this.

You see that?
You see what Daddy's doing?

Yeah?

Bet you 100 grand could get us
a place even bigger than this.

You know what?

I bet you you're right.

You gonna cook for me every day
down in Colombia too?

No, I am going to hire us
a personal chef

to make us breakfast in bed
every single morning.

I love you.

I love you.

All right,
Daddy's gonna make his.

Okay, scoot over, buddy.

Come on.

Did we have a meeting?
Think of it as roll call.

I'm clocked in
and ready for work.

If I need you, I'll call you.

I've had some extra time
on my hands lately,

thought I could keep busy
for the cause.

But, hell,
I get paid either way.

Haven't had the pleasure.
I'm Vic Mackey.

That's right.
I was a cop.

But now I'm more of
a favor-granter.

What kind of favors?

I specialize
in the hard-to-deliver kind.

I guess you're
a good guy to know.

Well, I'm a real...

Vic Mackey?
Didn't expect to find you here.

So you're making new friends?

How do you know Cruz?

Just finishing some paperwork
on an old case.

What are you doing here, David?

You and I need to talk,

- in private.
- Come back later.

If you and I are gonna
continue this arrangement,

I need a restatement
of my terms.

You don't get terms.
You get to be mayor.

Oh, I know.

But that will be
with or without you.

I'm still deciding which.

Well, do you mind
giving us a hint

as to which way you're leaning?

From now on,

you don't make any decisions
regarding my campaign.

Who I work with
or where I work out of.

I don't care how much you
or your investors contribute.

You are my goddamned errand boy,

and you will do exactly
as you're told!

You're an empty suit.

You're a checkbook,
nothing more.

And just because you hang out
with tough guys,

doesn't make you tough.

David.

Get back!
Get back, Vic.

You assaulted
a reserve police officer.

And that's a felony.

You have made
a very big mistake.

The only mistake I made

was letting you think
that I was your errand boy,

instead of the other way around.

What the hell was that?

I just proved my point.

You blew that ICE
investigation out the window.

The one you're so desperate
to stay relevant to, huh?

By taking on the cartel,

you've opened yourself
to a world of possibilities,

all of them bad.

You're gonna
get yourself killed.

Beltran just saw the same thing
you just saw.

Which means I'm gonna deal
with him directly from now on.

So if you're still fantasizing

about being ICE's connection
to the cartel,

well, you better
get yourself a new gig.

Here you go, captain.

Would you like me to stay?
I'm fine, thank you.

Mara came to see me
a few nights ago.

She claims that Vic and Ronnie
tried to kill Shane.

Something having to do
with the Armenians.

And Mara asked
you to help her and Shane

get police information
regarding them as fugitives?

Vic thought it would be best

if Shane and Mara
left the country.

That it would be better for
all of us if they got away.

Instead, he tried to
track them down himself?

Ronnie have anything
to do with this hunt?

I don't know if Ronnie
helped him or not.

How did Vic find Shane?

He asked me about
medication that Jackson was taking.

Mara called me to say

that Vic had tracked them down
last night.

Tried to kill them.

She's pregnant, for God sakes.

I never liked her,

but she doesn't deserve this.

Pay Vic a visit?

Not yet. We've seen the hold
he's got on Corrine.

I'm not sure she'd be willing
to repeat that in a courtroom.

I'll use Inglewood to set up
a tap on Corrine's phone.

That way we won't trigger
suspicion with Ronnie.

I'll park him with Billings

until we know
what his involvement is.

Steve will like that.
He's got a pretty big man crush.

I don't want Inglewood to know
who this number is for.

You never know
how far Mackey's reach goes.

Think Vic's got
many friends left?

So from here on out, this
investigation is between us.

...nine, 10.
Ready or not, here I come.

Where's Jackson?

Where's Jackson?

Nope, he's not in there.

Is he over here?

Nope.

I didn't know you played
the piano, baby.

Yeah, my mom made me take
lessons when I was a kid.

I was in class
with these four girls.

It didn't last long.

I was too busy
wanting to help my dad fix cars.

Wish I would've kept
at it, though. Hm.

Where's Jackson?

Let's see.

There you are.

Ha-ha! I found you.

Baby, come dance.

Come on, baby.

Show me your two-step,
little man.

Come on.

Come on, buddy,
show me what you got.

Oh, should I come back?

What do you need, Steve?

Got a call from a detective
in North Hollywood.

Asked if we'd interview

a couple locals for him
on a murder case.

Oh, we're a little busy
right now.

It's just taking
a few statements,

eliminating them as suspects.

I figure
if Dutch and I split up,

we could knock it out
by lunchtime.

Grab Gardocki.

Dutch is staying with me
on Vendrell today.

You, uh, catch a lead on Shane?

What's going on?
We got nothing.

Hey,

looks like you and me
are first string today.

What do you mean?

North Hollywood's got a
home invasion murder. So?

So they want us to do
interviews.

This is a chance for you and me
to chat things up.

You can tell me
how you met that Asian hottie.

I wanna stick around here,

see what breaks
on the Shane thing.

Well, sorry, Claudette's orders.

Besides, by the time we're done,

you could be speaking
to Vendrell in person.

What'd you hear?

Dutch and Claudette
are playing I Got a Secret,

but it's real enough.

Vic and Shane
always seemed so tight.

Friendships do get tested,
I guess.

What's he doing here?

Mara?

Vic's walking up to
your front door right now.

What do I do?

You on a landline or a cordless?

Cordless.
Good.

Set the phone down,
act like it's off.

I'll keep the line open.

Hi. What are you doing here?
It's almost 1:00.

It's a long shot, but I thought

maybe Shane and Mara
would call back.

She said she didn't trust us,
remember?

She doesn't trust me.

Either way, they're desperate.

Can I come in
and wait around for a while?

You never know.

Hey,

place looks nice.

Yeah. I, uh, took advantage
of having the day off

and did some cleaning.

Look, I know you never asked
to be a part of this.

I want you to know,

I really appreciate
you pulling through for me here.

Just hanging in there.

We're gonna miss the call.

Well,

looks like
they kept their promise.

If you hear from them,

let me know right away, okay?

Okay, I will.

Are you still there?

He's on his way to his car.

Hang up the phone.

Hello?

Why was the line busy, Corrine?

I have two autistic kids, Mara.

One of them knocked the phone
off the hook. I'm sorry.

Tell me what you know.

They've expanded their search
to include other precincts.

All major thruways out of
the city are being watched.

What else?

They're going
to release your pictures

for the evening news.

I'll call you back at 10.

Sounds like she's in.

I got nothing yet.

Look at you, Beverly Hills Cop.

Been a long time.

What are
Dutch and Claudette up to?

They've been out all day.

I've been stuck in Interrogation
with Billings.

Something's going on.

But I don't see
how I can find out what.

What about Billings? Can he
get something out of Dutch?

I'll try.

He wants to be my best friend.

Ask Julien too.

I'm not sure what side
he's on here.

It's better than nothing.

How's it going
with our ICE angle?

That's all looking good.

Hey, don't treat me
like Claudette.

What's the real deal here?

Right now,
it's all about Aceveda.

So I've gotta get ICE
to move away from him first.

Well, how you gonna do that?
With a little help from you.

You got a drink
you can recommend here?

How'd you know I was here?

More mysterious
if I don't tell you.

This conversation will be
a lot longer if you do.

Waited outside of Pezuela's
place for you to come out,

see which car you were driving,
I got the plate.

Had a friend of mine
in the department

put your car
on a watch and advise.

Ten minutes later, we got a hit.

Your Benz was sleeping outside
in this parking lot.

And here I am.

You've still got juice
with the police, huh?

Enough to make a screwdriver
for every vato in L.A.

I don't know
who you are exactly,

but judging by the way

Pezuela puffed up his chest
when I first got there,

I'd say important.

Which means you're cartel.

Pretty high up too.

Can I guess why you're here?

Pezuela's screwing up.

Body-draggings.
Public assassination.

Pointing the finger
at your organization

while he walks around
in a suit and tie.

More interested
in his big buildings

than doing business for you.

Getting his ass kicked
by a politician today,

that couldn't have inspired
much confidence.

We don't work
well with outsiders.

Who do you think

has been cleaning up
Pezuela's mess?

You wanna prove yourself to me?

Try me.

I never wanna
see his face again.

Pezuela?

Show me the cop
washes off of you.

Hey. Hey, someone's here.

Shit.

Um. Finish getting him dressed.

They're not coming by
for another hour.

I wanted to get here early
to air the place out.

I thought I heard someone.

Hi, I'm Debbie Paluf.
I'm with Keller.

You scared me.

Why didn't you leave
the door open?

Oh, I have a single dad
in there.

He has a toddler and he wanted
to make sure the locks worked.

He's a very nervous guy.

I'll call you back.

Neil said they weren't showing
this place till 4.

Oh, yeah, probably.

I was showing
a place over on Belden

and we drove by
and saw the sign.

So I called Hillary Gratham

and I asked her
for the lock-box code.

Can I ask you about
the schools around here?

Oh, hi.
Hi.

Mr. Wilson,
apparently this house

is being shown
to another buyer at 4.

Well, I better make
my decision quick then, huh?

Not sure if Debbie showed you,

but did you see the back patio's
been newly re-tiled

with terra cotta? And the...

What are you...?

Oh, my God.
Take her phone. Take her keys.

Come on.

Please, don't hurt me.

It's okay.

Please, don't. I beg you.

My husband, my daughter...
Just shut up already!

Just shut up!

Hey,
how's the Shane thing coming?

Hard. Like trying to find
a needle in 10 haystacks.

Dutch. So you think
that Shane's still in L.A.?

Like I said, Steve,
we got nothing.

A realtor was forcibly detained

by an armed man and woman

when she found them squatting
in one of her homes.

They locked her in a pantry
before escaping in her car.

Shane and Mara.

Where?
Los Feliz.

Unis said she was locked up
for about an hour

before another realtor
arrived with clients.

I'll call their captain,

see if he can quietly
get a few cars over there.

Pull a few of ours as well,
get them over there.

Right, right, right.

Julien. Got a second?

Sure. What's up?

I need you to, uh,

issue a message on the MDT.

Is this about Vendrell?

Yeah, and I don't want it
to go out on the radio.

Beltran gave me
my first task today.

Apparently, he's not happy
with your job performance.

He sent me to kill you.

Lucky for you,

we don't play on the same team.

I work for Olivia Murray.

That's right.

Agent Murray has
a few questions for you,

asked if I could bring you in.

I need you
to give me back her file

before we head over there.

That file's
what I got on that bitch.

That bitch will send you
out on the street,

at the cartel's mercy
if I tell her to.

Now, you're about to get

something that nobody ever gets:

a second chance.

For a guy who could be face down
in the L.A. river,

you don't seem very cooperative.

You were green-lit, Cruz.

You understand how lucky you are

that Beltran gave the hit to a
guy working undercover for us?

If Beltran wants me dead,
I'm dead.

If I talk, it just gives him
more incentive to find me.

How are you gonna
protect me from that?

We'll give you a new life.

What's that,
a townhouse in Phoenix?

No, thanks.

Why don't you
give your boss a ring?

Tell him it looks like
we're gonna be here for a while.

Well done.

You keep stonewalling
like this for a couple of days,

I promise you,

I will deliver Beltran to them
myself.

You walk out of this
without a scratch.

Beltran will never
stop looking for me.

He's not gonna be looking
for a dead man.

It's gonna be a slow-go,
but Pezuela will talk.

How long before
he starts talking about my file?

Don't worry, I'm heading
to his place to get the box.

We have to convince Beltran
that I took out Pezuela.

That way,
I'll have earned my keep.

Me becoming the new Pezuela.

Your bosses
aren't gonna get any closer.

They're content to use David.

Sure. Maybe David

can clue you in
on Beltran's master plan.

What plan?

From the little Beltran
clued me in on,

it sounds like he's starting up
a money-laundering scheme

that would make
Ivan Boesky flinch.

But you can get the details
from your boy Aceveda.

Okay.

Let me make, uh...
Let me make another phone call.

What's that?
This is a police scanner.

That way we can at least have
some ears on their movement.

Baby, I think we should
get out of California.

No, not yet.

It's gonna take
a lot of manpower

to check all those empty homes.

Should keep them busy
until the motorcade hits town.

So all we gotta do
is make it through tomorrow,

then we'll be in the clear.

And I know a place

where we can stay
in the meantime.

I'm guessing
it probably doesn't have a pool.

You know,
there was a minute today,

when you were playing the piano

and Jackson was dancing,
I actually...

I actually forgot about
everything that was going on,

and I was just...
I was just happy.

Every day is going to be like
that in Colombia, baby.

Yeah.
I promise you, okay?

Now, what's going on
with the little man?

He's hungry.

Well, I'm pretty sure
I can fix that.

I have some sad news for you.

A colleague of yours
committed suicide tonight.

Blew his brains out
in his office.

You'll be reading about it
in tomorrow's paper.

And how do the policía know
it's a suicide?

Because the gun in his hand

is gonna match the bullet
they find in his brain.

An assortment of alcohol
and drugs will seal the deal.

Means there won't be
any investigation.

Now, if I'm not mistaken,

that means there'll be a hole
in your organization.

Where do I submit
an application?

Sorry, buddy.

La Blanca.

It's that punk right there.

Hold up there, homes.
Oh, hey.

Oh. Fellas, I'm a cop.

Not no more.

Grab his heat, dawg.

Shane, what's going on?

It's okay, baby. I got it.

Hey, hey, man.

Bitch, get out the car.

Don't, she's got
my kid in there, all right?

No, no, no, no.

Hey, call Santi.
Tell him we got his guy.

Hey, homey, you must've really
pissed off your cop buddy.

He's paying 10 G's
for your head, ése.

Hey, look... Hey, look, man.

Before you make that call,

maybe we can do some business
ourselves.

Unless you got 10 grand,

only business we got
is selling your ass.

Today's your lucky
day, 'cause I... I got 20.

That's the easiest cash
you boys will ever make.

That's 10 grand apiece.

All you gotta do
is keep walking.

You carry that kind of green?

If I do,

does that mean we got a deal?

You... You walk away,
you leave my wife and my kid.

You leave us alone.

Sure. Let's see it.

Mara, get the money.

Go ahead, baby.

That's all you got in the bag?

Come on, man, I
thought we were straight.

Oh, shit.

There's more than
10 G's in here.

Come on, man, we had a goddamn...

That's before you were rich,
white boy.

All right, fine. Fine.

You got almost 100 grand.

More than enough
to keep walking.

Why walk away with 100,

when I could walk away with 110?

Look, the cop
who's looking for me?

First thing he does is
flash a badge

and he takes that money.

Trust me.

Now, look, you got two choices.

You can take
the $98,000 and change

that you got right there,

or you make that call,

and you see how much
you walk away with then.

Come on.

Just wanted to let you know

that Pezuela
killed himself tonight.

Really?

Didn't seem the type.

You know, I've been following
your career.

You're like a fish

swimming through razor blades.

I'm impressed.

Glad you approve.

Relax, man. Relax.
I'm not like Cruz.

I don't like to micromanage.

I like to stay focused
on the bigger picture.

Besides,
you're the politician here.

You can decide
how to run your campaign.

Hire who you want,
target the areas you want,

focus on the issues you want.

Just don't lose.

I won't.

The Fruit Growers Union
are going to be announcing

their formal support
for your campaign.

You know those campesinos,

they need a place
to keep their earnings.

And immigrants, we don't...

We don't trust American banks.

And I have a suggestion

which would be beneficial
to all of us.

But that's for later, huh?

Well, great.
I look forward to their support.

And yours.

Hello?

He came after us again.

Who? Vic?

We have our son with us.

We could've all been killed.

What kind of animal
did you marry?

What happened, Mara?
What did Vic do?

He put a bounty on our heads
with the gangs.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Mackey.
Hey, asshole.

Shane?

As punishment for the shit
you tried to pull today,

there is a letter
on its way to the Barn,

addressed to Claudette Wyms.

A written confession

of one of your many sins
from the past.

And which sin
would that be, Shane?

I'll let that be a surprise.

But you and Ronnie had better
get used to being cellmates

for the next 3 to 5 years,

assuming you can't
bullshit your way out of it.

Either way, it will keep you two

off my ass for the next few days
trying to intercept it.

This is our axe to grind, Shane.

You leave Ronnie out of it.

Come on, Vic, we both know

you're not shit
without your badge.

No way you could've got that
close to me without Little Vic.

Now for your contrition.

Since you caused us

to lose all of our cash today,

you're gonna replace it.

A hundred thousand dollars,

and I want it
by 5 p.m. tomorrow.

I'm gonna need more than a day.
I don't give a shit.

I can't get it together
that fast. You know that.

This coming from the guy

who masterminded
the money train? Please.

You'll figure it out.

Shane's on the phone
with Vic right now,

giving him a task to carry out.

Please make sure
that he does it.

I just want this
to be over with, Corrine.

Me too.

Now, Corrine is gonna handle
delivering the money to us.

I will call her tomorrow
with a location at 1 p.m.

Hey. Corrine's done enough
for you already.

You stop trying
to shield yourself

behind my ex-wife.

You man up, and you let me

come and deliver that cash
to you myself.

What,
so you can get another shot

at my pregnant wife and son?

No, thank you.

I didn't put Mara
in the cross hairs, Shane.

You did, when you decided
to involve her in our shit.

Corrine delivers
the money tomorrow,

or my next
love letter to Claudette

is about the bullet

that you put under
Terry Crowley's left eye.

Let's see how much

the cops back at the Barn
adore you then.

What?

We gotta figure out a way
to put 100 grand

in Corrine's hands
by tomorrow afternoon.

I can't go through this again.
Just make sure

Vic does what we want him to do,

or I don't know
what we're gonna do.

Mara, this is Claudette Wyms.

Please don't acknowledge me yet.

I wanna get you and Shane
out of this mess.

If you and Shane are willing

to talk about Vic Mackey,

I'm willing to listen.

Mara, I can hear the desperation
in your voice.

There is still time
to turn this around.

You've got two options.

Come in now
and I'll grant you immunity.

I can't promise
the same for Shane,

but I can guarantee that
it will be a better deal

than Vic will get.

Or...

you could keep on running
until we catch up with you.

Then it will be
a whole other scenario.

You'll be giving birth
in a state penitentiary.

Your baby will be
taken from you.

Jackson too.

They'll be put in the system.

Do you want your children
to be in foster care, Mara?

Be a mother to your children
and do what's right for them.

I can't talk right now.

I want you to know

that all I want from this
is Vic Mackey behind bars.

That's it.

If you are interested
in helping me do that,

then you find a place
where you can talk.

And you call me
tomorrow morning,

8:00. This line.

Okay.

I think we got to her.

So how did it go?

Corrine's working
with the police.

It's okay.