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Previously on The Shield.

Guillermo Beltran,

the Guerrero drug cartel
head of security.

You heard Vic turned
in his badge yesterday?

That leaves me to be your most
important instrument

in the Guerrero
cartel investigation.

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

Just give me some time to get
cozied up to this Beltran guy.

You wanna prove yourself to me?

I never wanna see Pezuela again.

Beltran sent me to kill you.

Lucky for you I work
for Olivia Murray.

I'm gonna need you
to get me back her file

before I can bring you in.

We have to convince Beltran
that I took out Pezuela.

A colleague of yours
committed suicide tonight.

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

Where do I submit
an application?

Shane Vendrell hired
you to kill Gardocki?

Why does Vendrell want you dead?

Vic thinks that Shane was
waiting at his place last night.

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

Your cop buddy's paying
10 G's for your head, ése.

You got almost a
hundred grand in there.

That's more than
enough to keep walking.

There's punishment for the
shit you tried to pull today.

There is a written confession
of one of your many sins

that's on its way to the Barn
addressed to Claudette Wyms.

Since you caused us
to lose all of our cash today,

you're gonna replace it.

We gotta figure out a
way to put a hundred grand

in Shane's hands
by tomorrow afternoon.

I'm gonna run.
Give me one last shot.

If I fail, we'll both run.

Clara, this is Claudette Wyms.

All I want from this
is Vic Mackey.

Corrine's working
with the police.

Mara change her mind?

Does anyone want any coffee?

Thanks, but no.

Hello?

Put on Claudette.

She wants to talk to you.

I'm glad you called.

My husband's given Vic
a 5:00 deadline

to come up with $100,000.

Okay.

Corrine's supposed

to hand the money to Shane

by the fountain
in Hollenbeck Park.

I appreciate
you working with us.

Promise Shane won't get hurt?

I promise.

Because I know how suspects

wind up dead getting booked.

You are going to make
sure every cop

in that park
understands that Shane

going after Vic and Ronnie
was self-defense.

So he'll cooperate with us?

I can get him to cooperate,

but he's gonna have to get
something in exchange.

I'll do everything I can.

That's not good enough.

You need to guarantee

he'll get a light sentence.

Otherwise, I will blow

this whole thing
out of the water.

I will work it out with the DA.

Just make sure
he's treated okay.

That was beautiful.

That was beautiful, baby.

We just walked Vic and a bag
of dirty money into a bust.

We never have to worry
about that prick

coming after us ever again.

The only problem with getting
Vic arrested

is we lose leverage to negotiate
a deal if we get caught.

That's why we can't get caught,
because I'm not going to prison,

and I'm sure as hell
not gonna let you end up there.

When Vic makes contact with you,

you're hearing all this
for the first time.

You go along
with it reluctantly.

Don't sign on too easily.

Having a problem with all
this won't be a stretch.

I don't want you wired
for your initial meet.

Vic's a master
at smelling a setup,

but when he hands
over that money,

we'll be recording you.

How does Vic not figure out
that I set him up?

We'll play as if he's been
under surveillance for a while.

We'll go through the motions
of arrest to sell your cover.

I don't like this.
What if Vic finds out

or something goes wrong
with Shane?

We will take every precaution.

You came to us
to get Vic out of your life.

To close the book
on him forever.

Let's do that.

How does somebody
get witness protection?

You'll have to testify.

That's not gonna happen.

Like I said, Vic can never find
out I helped put him in prison.

It's his own doing.

Then why do I still
feel ashamed about this?

You're a little overdressed
for your paper route.

Pezuela's grieving widow.

Obit mourns an international
business guru's tragic suicide.

His shrink should be sued

for not recognizing
the seven warning signs.

Only Pezuela wasn't suicidal.

Just goes to show you

you never know what's going
on inside someone's head.

Suicide my ass.
Beltran had him whacked.

The only question is,

whether or not
he used you to do it.

Hey, whoa.

You're giving me a hell
of a lot of credit there, Dave.

Olivia's not returning
my phone calls.

Now you drop a body
in the middle of my campaign.

Well, you were the last one seen
mud-wrestling with Pezuela.

You're not screwing up
my investigation

and costing me the mayor's job
with one last scandal, Vic.

Nice to know that justice

is still your
number one priority.

Hello?

Corrine, I need to see you ASAP.
It's important.

I'm on my way to work, Vic.
What's up?

It's not something
I can get into over the phone.

Can you take a personal day?
What's wrong, Vic?

Meet me by the fountain
in Hollenbeck Park.

How soon can you be there?

Vic, this is crazy.

It's gonna be fine.

You just meet me here at 5:00.

You're gonna give me a bag
full of money

to give to the guy
who tried to kill you?

So Shane can take his wife,
his kid,

and this whole Vendrell
shitstorm out of the country.

What if he tries to hurt me?

He saved you once
from the Armenians.

It's me he wants to hurt,
not you.

Maybe you shouldn't
do this, Vic.

When Shane calls,

tell him he's on his own

or blame it on me.

I-I just need you to do this
one last favor for me.

You certainly
caught yourself a break,

Pezuela's narrow-mindedness
being cremated

along with the rest of him.

Narrow-minded how?

I can understand him
being down with La Raza,

but 40 percent of the dope trade
in this city

is black-owned and operated.

Never could get that
prick interested

in affirmative action.

Our experience with the blacks
in Phoenix, San Diego,

have never been good.

Because you don't have a trade
rep fluent in the culture

and that's costing you
market share.

And you would be an upgrade?

A white cop who's made a career
at cracking the heads

of low-level gangbangers?

You would be surprised
at how much sense I've knocked

into some of those heads
over the years.

And if I was interested?

I'd set up a meet-and-greet

with you and the black

board of directors

offer to become
their exclusive supplier

below current wholesale cost.

Year or two,
you'd have a monopoly.

I don't meet and greet.

Sure.

Wanna minimize your exposure
to law enforcement.

I'd be happy to take
the meeting, negotiate terms.

I would need a substantial
security deposit

from the blacks.

As a show of good faith.

Of course.

What do you need, Mackey?

Back in the day,

we had an understanding.

We did?

I don't recall that far back.

Just two dinosaurs
sitting down now.

I need you to arrange a meet
with your board of directors.

I got a business opportunity.

Business? What do you know
about our business?

You and your five-0 crew
only swarm on the street level.

Thought it was about time

I started using
my entrepreneurial skills

work for the other side.

Mm-hm. So you come to me
and the board with this,

because Vic Mackey is all
about the black man rising?

I don't give a shit
about the black man.

I'm just looking to earn.

I'm guessing that's
the first honest thing

you've said in a month.

I'm gonna need to think
on this for a minute.

Beltran's still taking
my temperature,

but he'll come around.

The goal is getting him
to trust you to the point

where you have access
to the cartel's inner workings.

Has he mentioned
any illegal dealings yet?

He's still playing it quiet.

Pezuela give you anything?

Besides attitude?

He's an uncooperative shithead.

No worries.

Only a matter of time before
I know everything he knows.

Hope that includes what he did

with the blackmail box
in my file.

I turned his world upside down
looking for it,

and still no luck.

Good news is,
with Pezuela in custody,

he can't get to it to use
it against you.

It doesn't mean
somebody else won't.

Look, I've got two jobs.

Gathering enough intel against
Beltran and the cartel

to deliver ICE their
biggest bust to date,

and cover your ass
by finding that file.

I intend to come
through on both.

Yeah.

The meet is on.

72 Pine Bluff, Inglewood.

Two p.m.

That was quick.

What did you think, man?

Men's jail is headquarters,
baby.

Something you need?

This new guy handing out
the mail must be dyslexic.

They keep mixing up our mail.

When's Danny coming back?

Unis responded to a shooting,
victim pronounced deceased.

Steve, need you too.

Kid's name is Cardell Rhodes.

Gunned down outside his house.

Cardell Rhodes?
The football player?

You know him?

Coached him in Pop Warner.
I'm sorry.

I need you and Steve
to get on over there.

I thought I was supposed
to be riding a desk.

Not today. I've got everyone
sweeping the streets

ahead of the motorcade.

Stash houses, dealers,
hookers, the whole nine.

Much as I want out
of my forced detention,

Julien's history with the kid
gives him a leg up.

You're right, go with Ronnie.

What's up?

Never mind.
Another victim. Minor injuries.

He was treated at the scene.

I'm going back to my crosswords.

I'll meet you outside.

Hey, Steve. Steve,
I need you to do me a solid.

I took a bedroom tumble
with a woman on the force.

She found out she's not the only
teeter-totter on the playground,

got pissed, now she's
jamming me up with Claudette.

This chick wrote
a letter to Claudette

laying the whole thing out.

Should stand out as personal.

I'm intercepting it, but I gotta
work this case with Julien.

You know what,

you and me, we had our friction,

but in a world of crazy coozes,
trust me, I got your back.

That poison panty-gram
won't hit Claudette's desk.

Thanks, man.

First mail delivery came in.
Nothing.

Shit. Might not come
until this afternoon,

maybe tomorrow.

Or maybe not at all.
He could be screwing with us.

We can't take that chance.

Good news is,
you're trapped at the Barn.

Was. Claudette just put me
on a 187 with Julien.

You can't bail?

Believe me, I tried.

How's that other thing going?
One minute, one minute.

I think I see a play
with the cartel.

More on that later.

That sounds kinda iffy.

I don't do if.
I'm only about when.

Slow down, man.

All right, I put something
over here for safekeeping.

You know what I'm talking about,
now where the hell is it?

You think your quality
of life sucks now?

You wait till
I get done with you.

Now where's my gun? Huh?

Hey, dog's ass,
I gotta talk to you.

Think pink while you can, hero.

You die now amongst
the righteous

and the urine savior.

It's not loaded, Pig-Pen.

I've arranged the trade summit.

All the senior management.

Just need to know how much
weight you can provide.

It's a tempting opportunity

to eliminate the competition
in one fell swoop.

Absorbing them into your
corporate structure

means less waves, more profit.

Pezuela was here for how long

and he never moved
past the Byz Lat level.

Pezuela...

Pezuela was a waste of clothes.

But he did manage
to renovate this place

and build a few others
to store our product.

Over-budget and behind schedule.

You're gonna fill
this whole place with drugs?

The blacks.
They understand the terms?

They will.

Disagreeable people.

Well, they've gone through
some shit over the years.

I'm gonna be walking
into an adversarial situation.

You got a few guys I can borrow?

You forget, huh?

My background
is professional military.

Cardell and I are talking.

He dives on top of me,
pulls me down.

Then I hear gunshots.

Kid saved my life.

How did you know Cardell?

I'm out here
on a recruiting trip.

Cardell was my prize to get.
Had him all but committed.

He was on his way to a Heisman.
Special talent.

His field vision
was one of a kind.

That kid had eyes
in the back of his head.

I coached him a while back.

You guys vet these kids
pretty thoroughly.

Any problems in his
personal life? Enemies?

Look around.

The shit you have to put up with

to get a BCS bid
take a banger to brunch.

Rhodes was affiliated?
No way.

I had to get permission
from the shot-caller

just to get a sit-down
with the kid.

I'll talk to his mother.

He was a child of God,

but I don't have
to tell you that.

You knew my baby.

Do you have any idea
who might have done this?

Why would anyone
wanna hurt my baby?

No.

Hard to understand
why the good lord

would let something
like this happen.

I see it every day, all day.

Tests my faith, believe me.

Mister, faith is all we got.

I lost my son last year too.

He was killed in a drive-by.

Sorry to hear that.

So they're saying
that all this happened

because Cardell was running
around with a gang.

You think that's what
this is about?

No.

Here's my card.

If you hear anything,
give me a call.

Recruiter says Cardell
was repping Acorn Park.

How in the hell does he know
what goes on around here?

Well, you heard him.

He had to have a sit-down
with O.G.s to talk to Cardell.

That wasn't Cardell.
I knew him.

I get your history with the kid,
but we gotta look at everything.

The kid was the closest
thing to a hero

this neighborhood ever had.

And nothing would make me
happier than to be proved wrong.

Let's chat with
the warring factions.

You get with Acorn Park and I'll
discourse with Spookstreet.

You're using the
ICE sting on Beltran

to scam 100 grand off
of Beenie Spears' guys?

Hail Mary, but I don't know
how else to come up

with the money to buy off Shane
given the time frame.

Playing both sides like this
is crazy dangerous.

How long before Beltran
or the board

figure out they're jacked
and this thing goes nuclear?

I only need to keep
it together a couple of days.

Enough time to get Shane ghost,

walk Beltran into a jackpot
so ICE can take him down,

in exchange for giving us
an overall deal and immunity.

Jesus.

I got Billings back at the Barn
intercepting Shane's letter.

The wheels are coming off
the whole goddamn thing.

I'm on the way
to this fundraiser.

I could really use some
backup that speaks Ingles.

Can't. Claudette's got me
hip-deep in some shit.

Okay. No worries.

Goddamn it.

You don't have
to be on this stakeout

if you're not feeling up to it.

If you have to take me on a damn
stretcher with IVs running,

I'll be there to take down
Vic Mackey and Shane Vendrell.

You need help finding something?

I'm looking for my medicine.
It was here a minute ago.

Um, is this it?

Jesus.

Take it easy.

How's Vic gonna get the money?

Somebody could get hurt,
or worse.

You wanted me?

Vic been in communication
with Ronnie at all today?

Ronnie's gotten a couple
of calls. Don't know who.

We're moving on intel
that we're pretty convinced

will give us Shane Vendrell.

We have reason to believe
we'll be making another arrest:

Vic Mackey,
for aiding and abetting.

If you're free
of the other case,

I'd like you involved.

I'll make myself available.
Just let me know when.

Wanna give you a heads-up so you
can mentally prepare yourself

to throw bracelets
on former colleagues.

Also, Ronnie and Vic

might be planning something.

We don't know what.

They were your teammates.

It's pick-a-side time.

If I get wind of anything,
you'll be the first to know.

Good. I'm also borrowing
backup from Rampart.

I'd like you to take point.

Is any of this
gonna be a problem?

Not at all.

Changing suppliers
benefits us how?

Lower cost,

unlimited supply, highest
quality product on the market.

We've been with
the same wholesaler

since before you had a cowlick.

This meth, made from pure
Mexican ephedra, cooked up

in a state-of-the-art laboratory

by a team of Ph.D. chemists.

Clean as a virgin's whistle hole

and a lot cheaper

than the shit
that you're getting.

You sure you wanna undercut
your price on the street?

We pass.

But you haven't even
sampled the blow.

We got love for Beenie.

Only took this meeting
as a courtesy to him.

We got too much
history with our connect

to just go astray for some cop.

A peckerwood cop at that.

I lay out a proposal

with enormous financial
upside to you people

and you just dismiss
it out of hand?

Why don't you take a look
outside that window?

That's what's in your future.

I asked my boss
for a little backup today.

That's what he sent.

Your spic boss wants
to throwdown, bring it,

because I see two trucks,
eight deep, Mexican gardeners.

They hear a shot out there

there'll be an RPG in this room
before I hit the floor.

Put that shit away.

Let me tell you about
the landscaping job

those gardeners did

in Rosarito Beach,
Mexico, last year.

Them and a convoy of amigos

rolled up on a police station,
murdered everyone inside.

Forty-seven people.

Cops, dispatchers, janitors.

That was my spic boss's plan

for gaining market share
in the area.

Now, if they're willing to do
that to their own countrymen,

imagine what they're
willing to do

to a handful of, uh,
stubborn soul brothers.

And you think I'm a peckerwood.

This ain't no proposal.

It's a gank and grab.

I'm just trying
to increase the peace

and promote racial harmony
through economic opportunity.

Buy-in's 200 large.

I can wait if you
need to run to the ATM.

Jefe, wrong way.

Señor Beltran's
in other direction.

I'll catch up to you.
I got an errand to run.

No, jefe.

Our instructions are
to be your seguridad.

We gotta get the money
back to Beltran right now.

He's waiting.

Shit.

I'm gonna need some gas.

Gasolina.

Yeah.

Code Red.

Third and Alvarado,
gas station, men's room.

Trash can.

There's a package.
You know what to do.

Highest priority.

I'm in the middle of something.

You get your ass over here

as fast as you can,
and I mean soon.

All right, sweetheart.
Daddy has to work late.

I'll see you later, okay?
Love you.

Kids are terrific, huh?

You got any?

Van Bro.

Gardocki, my man.

What's good?
What's up, black?

I heard what happened
to the Strike Team, man.

Guess you must be
the last cat standing.

Upright and breathing.

Signify your own path,
you won't get caught up

in other folk's bullshit
and tribulation.

That's how I do.
And look at me.

Standing strong
and doing the damn thing.

But, Van Bro,
what is up with this?

You used to have talent.

Hey, that's non-representational
art right there.

It worked for Basquiat,
it worked for Van Bro. Take it.

No, we just want information.

What do you hear about
the Cardell Rhodes shooting?

Rumor going around
the cats making book

got pissed at young blood

for point shaving against
Dorsey the other night.

Cardell was involved
in gambling?

I wouldn't wanna speculate
on that for certain,

but little man
with all that speed,

stepping out of bounds

with all kinds of daylight,
numerous times,

you got to wonder
about the spread.

Where'd you hear this?

Fourth-hand knowledge.

Don't really have
any specific names.

You might wanna check
with my man Deuce

down on Bronson,
next to the laundry mat.

Appreciate it, though,

if you keep Van Bro's name
out of your mouth.

Stay black.

Detective Billings.

Anything yet, Steve?

Oh, shit. Right.

Let me look.

Deuce says it wasn't
point-shaving.

Cardell's been playing
it smart all season,

stepping out of bounds
to avoid cheap shots.

Saving his knees
for the next level.

All the bookies knew that.
Factored that into the spread.

No, not yet.

Just keep an eye out, okay?

Let's head back
to the Barn, regroup.

No, I wanna talk
to that recruiter again.

Soon as he gets back from
scouting that kid in San Diego.

Polk's a victim, not a suspect.
Exactly.

Maybe he was the target.

That's worth a conversation.

I gotta go get
a prescription filled.

I'll meet you back there, okay?

Hey, yo, my man.

Hey, man,
you goddamn deaf, homey?

What are you looking
to get into, gabacho?

None of that goddamn
stepped-on shit.

I ain't seen you around before.

I'm changing slangers, man.

I'm looking to bring
my business to you.

Now, you wanna get paid
or what, man?

Because I'm looking to get low.

Let me see what
I'm working with.

I'm gonna hold a dub, coz.

You ain't no cop.

You need to work
on your street skills.

You're gonna walk me into that
stash house off Normandie.

I ain't doing shit for you.
I'm 16.

Take me in, they'll call my mom.

I don't have her number.
Hey, bro, why you tripping?

I can do this shit all day.

What's it gonna be?
You do what I tell you?

Or blood coming out your ears?

How much fire power inside?

Enough to shred
your bony white ass.

How much cash?

Eight to 10.

Had a good couple of days.

Let's get this done.

What the hell happened?

Beats the shit out of me.

They was up and slanging
two hours ago.

You ain't a cop.
I was right.

And you're a goddamn genius.

We got a runner.

Got a runner. Hey, freeze.

One hundred grand,
earnest money.

Don't smoke. Don't drink.

A man of few vices.

For me, it blurs the edge.

The edge is where we live.

All of us, all the time.

People try to convince
themselves otherwise,

it's just an exercise
in self-deception.

A philosopher?

Former cop.

Same deal, less horseshit.

Things come easy for you, huh?

You mean one of these

hard-work-is-its-own-reward
guys?

I had grandparents like that.

They died miserable and broke.

You've accomplished a lot
in a very short time.

You need to understand
something Pezuela never did.

You've got an action hero
on your payroll.

Okay.

She's in position.

I've got a visual.

Tell me she's gonna get through
this without cracking on us.

I'd feel better if we
could communicate with her.

The wire is risky enough.

I don't want Mackey
sniffing anything.

Ronnie's here.

Vic's not with him.

It's Gardocki.

What's he doing, recon for Vic?

Julien, you have
a visual on Mackey?

Negative.

Where's Vic?

This is for you.

Vic was supposed to be here.
Is he all right?

He's fine.
Something came up.

Come on, Corrine,
get him talking.

That what I'm
supposed to give Shane?

I gotta go. Thanks, Corrine.

Ronnie is his
goddamn errand boy.

Mackey's a no-show.
Prepare to apprehend Gardocki.

No, no,
Mackey might be watching.

Hold your positions until you
get a visual on the primary.

We got Ronnie dead to rights.

We got Gardocki on tape.

We can file on him later.
We haven't got the real bastard.

Stand down.

Do not engage the target.

Shane's an hour late.

This doesn't feel right.

Thinking Mara got
cold feet, spilled to Shane?

Claudette, they're not coming.

What if Vic figured out
that I was working with you?

That's why he sent Ronnie.

Jesus Christ.

Okay, she's losing it.

Why didn't you give me something
so I could hear you?

Somebody talk to me.

Okay, call it.
Yeah.

All units, abort.

Copy that.

Goddamn it!

So now what?

Bottom line,
we gotta hunker down

while they sweat the streets

on account
of the president coming.

The real danger is that they
know you think like a cop.

So they're expecting you
to hit certain targets,

but they don't know how I think.

If you got an idea
on how we can score

some cash, baby, lay it on me.
Safe at the real estate company.

Come on.

No, there's a lock box

where the coordinator keeps
the checks for escrow.

Mara, if I can't knock over
a stash house,

what makes you think
we'll walk into a bank

and cash a bunch
of stolen checks

made out to a goddamn
escrow company?

They also keep the checks
for apartment rentals.

First, last security deposit.

So?

So most of the time
they're cashiers checks.

Folks in the hood
don't have checking accounts.

Well, I can pass
a cashiers check, no problem,

but I don't know
about cracking into a safe.

No, no, I have the combination.

I've been filling in for
the assistant manager

on maternity leave.

So I'll grab the checks and go.

No, it's too dangerous.

Only people there
are cleaning crew. They know me.

Don't know you're a fugitive?

They're illiterate
and don't speak English.

I'll go in.

I don't want the mother
of this little girl

in harm's way any more
than she already is.

Ha. For a guy in a close race,

you'd think you'd have
more pressing matters

than to stalk me for my vote.

I've been looking
into the circumstances

surrounding Pezuela's suicide.

And here I thought
you'd miss the prick.

Interesting fact surfaced when
I reached out to my contacts

at the coroner's office.

Cruz Pezuela ate a bullet
less than 24 hours ago,

yet his body
is already back in Mexico.

Why waste time
taking out the garbage?

A suicide in L.A. County,

coroner's required
to perform an autopsy,

but he never had the chance.

That's because
Pezuela isn't dead.

Is he?

I got some place to be.

We can debate the eternal
qualities of the soul

at another time.

Is Pezuela testifying?
What's he saying about me?

I played my cards,
you played yours.

I took the pot, I win.

Now, step away from the table.

Game over.

No, I still have
one more card to play.

I'll go to Beltran and tell him
Pezuela is alive and testifying.

I will wreck this investigation

before I let you
and Olivia cut me out.

What makes you more afraid?

Being denied your legacy
as the great brown reformer?

Or it coming out
that your campaign

is financed with dope money?

We have a common cause.

Are you asking me
to be your friend?

I'm asking that we both
respect the other's endgame.

Hey, how goes it?

Fine.

Claudette had you out
on something?

Checking a lead.

Something on Shane?

Turned out to be nothing.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

Polk's back from San Diego.
I'm gonna go see him.

You got that covered?

Yup.

Great.

Well, what about drugs?

Our intel says the cartel's
a major supplier

across the Southwest.

Beltran never mentioned
any drugs.

This guy's all about banks.

The scale of this thing,

infrastructure,
transportation, security.

Looks like they're planning
to wash half the Mexican GNP.

Chaffee wants to imbed a couple
of our agents with you.

It's time for me to pull
Ronnie Gardocki into this thing.

We'd rather use our end.

This isn't the time to play
Getting to Know You.

Ronnie and I have a short hand.

I need Beltran to feel he's got

reach in the police department.

I can't say yes.
That's the way it's gotta be.

Meanwhile, this is yours.

Pezuela's blackmail file on you.

I just found it.

If I'm honest,
I was tempted to hold onto it.

Pull an Aceveda.
Use it to squeeze you.

Thank you.

I just gave away any leverage
I ever had on you.

Now I'm out of a job

and I'm cozying up
to the most dangerous men

in the Mexican cartel.

And even if I fool Beltran
long enough to stay alive,

I've got no future
I can plan on past tomorrow.

I need a place to land.

Can I count on you for that?

Excuse me, mi amigo.
Hey, mi amigo.

Si?

Buenas tardes.
Let's go. Get back.

Silencio. Silencio.
Silencio. Silencio.

Be quiet. Be quiet.

In the back. In the back.

Hey, come on, let's go.
Let's go. Right there.

Be quiet.

Be quiet. Be quiet.
Silencio.

On the floor, damn it.
On the floor.

Hit the deck, damn it.
Right now.

Down. Down.

God.

All right.

Right, 32. Left...

Hey, shut up,
I'm trying to think here.

Twenty-seven right, 16.

Okay, 32 left, 37 right, 16.

Shit.

Okay.

All right, anyone moves, morto,
morto.

Mara. Mara, come on.

I got...

Bring him.

Just bring him, come on.

Let's go. God.

Hurry up.

God.
What?

That goddamn safe.

Okay, I dialed right 32,
left 27, right 16.

You have to pass 27 twice,
remember?

Stop on it the third time,
and then right to 16.

I don't know what that means.

Oh, God. Here, take him.

Hey, Jackson.
Be still, buddy.

Be still.
Be still, okay?

Buddy, that's it, huh?

What?

Okay, we've got it.

Gracias.

So how'd we do?

Five thousand, give or take.

That will work.

Shane didn't show up today?

What happened?
I was worried.

Job interview came up
at the last minute.

I had no choice.

Job interview?

Yeah, a position opened up
with the feds.

I really have a shot.

Good benefits,

and obviously,
we're gonna need it.

Corrine, I am so sorry
I left you on the hook today.

I did not want
to do that to you.

We sure as hell would have heard
if Shane got popped.

Anything happen at the park
that might have spooked him?

It was just me
and the crackheads.

Listen, just get this money
out of here, okay?

It makes me nervous.

Keep it.

Shane might call back,

and if he doesn't,
use it for the kids.

Where did this money come from?

All that matters now

is it's in good hands.

Please tell me

when this is gonna be over.

Soon.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, kid, how are you?

Cassidy, get to bed.

You have an early
morning tomorrow.

Just wanna show Dad
my math test.

Got a 98.

You got a 98.

That's great, kid.

You're really pulling
it together, aren't you?

Thanks. Trying.

Vic.

What? She earned it.

Okay, Dad. Love you.

I love you too.

I'll fax you a list of all
the L.A. kids we met with

soon as I get back to Dallas.

That could be helpful.

Just know that usually,
a sit-down for me involves

a coach, overprotective mother,
sometimes a family minister.

With Rhodes, I had a meet-cute

with some inked out thug
in baggy clothes and a grill.

Got me wondering if offering him
a scholarship was a good idea.

For all we know,
that thug could have been

a show of respect for Cardell.

Make sure he wasn't
taken advantage of.

By who, me?

I walk into a place like this,
I'm Mr. Opportunity.

Money, education, chance to get
out of a shitty environment.

That cuts both ways.

In your job, you destroy more
dreams than you make come true.

That earns you some enemies.

Tell me about it.

Last year, I had a mother come
after me with a baseball bat

after we took a pass on her kid.

Same block as Cardell.

How random is that?

Thanks for
bringing Verna down here.

I didn't want her
coming by herself,

picking up her boy's things.

Did they find who did this?

Not yet.

Never found the gang member

that murdered your son
last year either.

No, they didn't.

You were at home at the time
of today's shooting?

I was there watching
my stories on television.

Did you hear the shots?

No, I...

I heard the siren, though.

Then my neighbor came
knocking on the door.

If you care about your friend,

you'll help me solve this case.

Save Verna a lot of pain.

All you gotta
do is tell the truth.

Of course.

You knew Darren Polk
was in that truck, didn't you?

He the same man
that recruited your son?

He promised Dion a scholarship,

a car, money,
all kinds of things.

Then it just, what,
all falls through?

Your son was shot and killed
a little while after that.

Six months.

Shot my baby in the head
at a bus stop.

Mia, as a mother
who has lost a child,

tell me that you didn't
know he was in that truck.

With them dark windows...

I didn't.

I didn't see Cardell.

And that's the truth.

I didn't see Cardell.

That man, he destroyed my boy,

and now he's lying

in the dirt when he should
be running for touchdowns.

Shit.

Hey, I was just about
to go upstairs and take...

Did you get it?

Called IAD. Got the paperwork
started on Gardocki.

We'll be ready to hit him
with an indictment

when the time comes.

It's fine.

Why don't you go home?

Because I've got work to do.

I, uh, talked to Danny.

Now that Vic's not here anymore,
she's ready to come back,

help you take care
of things again.

Seeing the bottom of my in-box
is not a priority.

We'll get Vic.

At the moment, I'm, uh...

I'm a little bit
more concerned about you.

You know, we can't
expect justice out there

when we don't demand
it in our own house.

Okay, so now you're

taking on the problems
of the whole world?

Everything is not
under your control.

If you don't like the way
I'm handling this case,

you can always leave.

Olivia smelled
Beltran's musk on me.

Made her wet.

We deliver,

ICE is gonna take care
of both of us, I know it.

If we close the deal
before Shane gets caught.

He and Mara just
have to stay invisible

for another day or two.

What do you make
of Shane taking a pass

on that bag of free money?

He was just giving us busy work.

Keeping us so we
couldn't look for him.

Jesus, this is cutting it close.

Hey, a little ulcer
never hurt anyone.

Say hello to my friend,
Ronnie Gardocki.

Mucho gusto.

He speaks highly of your
character and your abilities.

He taught me everything I know.

Boo Ray.

It's been a minute.

How's the family doing?

My peoples is doing good.

Glad to hear it.

Look, I need your help
on a little business matter.

I'm tapped out.
Come back another time.

Look, man, come on, you know
these are as good as cash.

All the favors I did for you.

Looking the other way while
you ran your weed operation.

Come on, you owe me, homey.

I will make it up to you.

Got yourself in a spot.

Yeah, don't believe
everything you hear.

This is 2 grand light.

Fifty cents on the dollar.

That's pretty steep vig.

Look, it's unacceptable.

Give me 75 cents,
we'll call it even.

I got enough trouble.
I got a kid.

I got another one on the way.

Walk away, white man,

or I dial 911.

Put the phone down.

You're not a snitch, man.

Giving up a killer cop
ain't snitching in my hood.

It's the best I could do.

Anyway, it's down payment
on us getting out of here.

I thought you said
this guy was your friend.

That he owed you bigtime.

Baby, come here.

Moving forward.

I guess we both need
to embrace the reality

that neither one of us
has a friend in the world.

Except each other.