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Previously on The Shield:

Guillermo Beltran.

The Guerrero drug cartel
head of security.

The goal is getting him
to trust you to the point

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

I've arranged a
meet-and-greet with you

and the black board
of directors.

I don't meet-and greet.

I've be happy to
negotiate terms.

Shane Vendrell hired you
to kill Gardocki?

There's a reward 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.

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

you're gonna replace it.

My husband's giving
Vic a 5:00 deadline

to come up with $100,000.

Corrine is supposed to
hand the money to Shane.

We just walked Vic into a bust.

Code red. There's a package.

You know what to do.

This is for you.

Ronnie's his
goddamned errand boy.

We haven't got the
real bastard yet.

What if they figured out
that I was working with you.

What's he gonna do to me
when he finds out?

What do you make of Shane

taking a pass on
that bag of free money?

Shane didn't show up today?

It's time for me to pull my guy,

Ronnie Gardocki,
into this thing.

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

I'm trying to set
us up with fed badges.

I'm gonna run.

If I fail, we'll both run.

Hey, hold up. Look.

Photo ID?

How you doing?
You need something?

Yeah, I need to take
some people's money.

Omaha high-low's my game.

Appreciate it.

Nothing.

Put your money in the pot.

It's going high.

Daddy's coming back, baby.

He's just getting us
some money, okay?

Trap.
Hey, hey, hey Trap.

You put your hand on me again,
you're gonna lose it.

You don't remember me?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Ah, sorry.

I've burnt too many
of these. What is it?

It's Biddle.
Marty's brother.

Right, Marty's...
Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, yeah. It's feeling
like one of those nights

the tables are itching
to clear my pockets.

Think I'm gonna
find my old lady,

get drunk, hold on to my money.

Whoa, wait.
Chuck's here.

He'd wanna see you. Come on.
Who?

Damn, that son of a bitch
is having a hell of a night.

Hey, maybe he'll
change your luck.

Yeah, maybe he can.

Chuck, look who
came back in town.

No shit.

It's been a long time.
Yeah.

So long, he didn't
even remember me.

We got some catching up to do.
Party's at our place.

As long as you're buying.
Ha-ha!

Ah, goddamn it. That's
gonna be my girl calling.

Well, tell her
to keep her legs spread.

You'll be home eventually.

Yeah. Hey, baby.

There's two of them, Shane.

How're you gonna take them both?

I told you I was going out.

Where are you going?

Ah, I don't know what time
I'm gonna be home.

What about your gun?

Yeah, well, uh, I'll
see you when I see you.

Okay, I'll be right behind you.

Cut a few more, B.
This is my night!

And our buddy Trap is back.

Um, you know what?
I think, uh...

I'm gonna step out of here for
a minute and grab some air.

Your head's the last
thing needs to get clear.

You've been lagging.
It's time to catch up.

It'll just take me
a second, man.

Hey, I thought
you came here to party, man.

Come on, there's plenty of time
to get air after that, huh?

Come on.
All right. Set it up.

- Yeah, come on.
- Here's the stuff.

I chose to invest in it.

Not bad, yeah?

Yeah. Hell, yeah.

So, uh, have another, man.

Come on.
All right.

There we go, Trap.
Now it's a party!

Damn. I'm gonna need
that air.

Aw, dude,
what'd you cut that with?

Speed.

You seen Marty lately?

Ah, no, no, man.
I haven't seen Marty.

How's he been?

Not so good. The goddamn
Mexicans killed him.

What, man?
Yeah.

They got him in Chino,
right in the middle of the yard.

Right where you put him.
Goddamn vice cop.

Hey, man.

What are you talking about, man?

I'm not a cop, man.

Shane?
Mara!

Somebody's sleeping.

Hold it.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my shoulder!

Baby, you okay?

Are you okay? Are you...?
It's okay.

Sorry. Come here, baby.
Come here.

Just hang on.

Okay. Come here.

Stand up. Stand up.

Give me the money.
Give me the money!

Shane, let's get out of here!

Ran into a guy I hadn't
seen in ages. Started drinking.

What was his name?

Trap. After the bar shut down

we came back here
to keep the party going.

We were here about an hour.

This girl comes in
and starts firing.

Is this Trap?

Yeah, that's the asshole.
Dude's a cop?

You see what he was driving?

Red T-Bird.

- Come here.
- Ow! Aah!

Right, stop moving.
If you broke your collarbone

it could splinter off
and pierce your heart.

Aah.
Okay? Lean back.

I didn't mean to shoot her.

I thought you were
in trouble, baby.

It's okay. It's okay.

No, it's not.

I killed her.

If you hadn't come in
when you did,

they would've killed me.

Let me see... Oh, God!

Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

Even... There's nothing
I can do, baby.

Even if we went to the doctor

all they would do
is put it in a sling

and try to keep you
from moving it.

Get me something for the pain.

Yeah, the baby.

We don't know
what pills could do to her.

Please help me.

I'll just take a little bit.
Okay.

I promise.

Daddy, could you play with me?

What happened to you?

Come on, buddy.

They made me do
some coke mixed with speed.

It was some real strong shit.

- I know, buddy.
- Jesus, Shane.

It's okay. I'm okay now.
I'm gonna go get us some, uh...

Some medicine and some food.

And I will be right back, okay?

Aah!
It's okay.

What's going on?

Sounds like a homicide
took place late last night.

Suspects are
a Caucasian couple, mid-30s.

Pregnant woman was the shooter.

Oh, Christ.

House is owned by the brother
of one of Shane's vice collars.

Guy's been put up three times
on illegal gambling beefs.

Shane probably thought
he could take money off him.

Whatever the plan was,
it went sideways.

Witness says that Mara
left the scene injured.

They're coming off the rails.

Yeah, and putting you
and me on them.

We got to get ICE
to start cutting us deals now.

Nah, they won't do it.

Not without
a big juicy takedown apple

ready to be plucked off
the cartel tree.

When's the soonest we can get
Beltran to make his move?

He doesn't plan on importing his
drugs for another three days.

Shane's not gonna keep
it together that long.

Not after this.

Or if we can get Beltran
to move his drugs tomorrow,

then we can guarantee
ICE a cartel bust

in the next 24 hours.

Put enough pressure
on them to draft

our immunity deals by tonight.

How do we get Beltran
to move up his timetable?

Shipment's gotta be moved up.

I don't need you to tell me
how to move my product.

Some of the gangs got mouthy
about a shipment coming in.

Cops picked up on the chatter.

My captain got
a memo this morning.

"Be on the lookout for a big
drug score in three days."

Thought you had
the blacks under control.

I'm controlling the damage,
and I'm saving your ass.

And I've brought you a solution.

There's a presidential
motorcade coming in tomorrow,

and that's gonna tie up
every cop in the city.

President lands
at LAX at 5 p.m.

All extra eyes and hands will
be stationed west of the 405.

All that heat and manpower

focused on moving him safely
through the Westside,

you'll move your weight
through the Eastside,

unnoticed, untouched.

Tomorrow, two days ahead
of the police intel.

I presume that the shipment's
coming in from Mexico,

so you better get it
on the road.

It's already in Los Angeles.

Even better. Where?

Sitting in a port container.

But my customs rubber stamper

isn't scheduled to work
for two days.

Work schedules can change.

What if we could guarantee
that the guy

scheduled to work tomorrow
was gonna call in sick?

Could you get your guy there

to help us stamp the drugs,
make our window tomorrow?

- I'll call him right now.
- Great.

We'll meet back here
at midnight,

go over the specifics,

how to run distribution
to the gangs.

I gotta warn you, things have
changed a little bit around here

the last couple of days.

Sounds like for the better.

Hey, Dutch.
We gotta talk.

Did you say hi to Danny?
Hey.

I need you for a sec.

I'd better tell
Claudette I'm back.

Okay.

Look, I know it's been
rough waters between us.

But I need a favor.

The department is
threatening to sue,

claiming fraud. Now it's
become a witch-hunt.

I need you to throw me
a lifeline

or they'll push me under.

"Detective Steve Billings
suffers from severe headaches

"nausea,
loss of short-term memory

"and general impairment
of his exemplary job skills

"after suffering from a major
head trauma while on the job.

"I have personally witnessed
the steady deterioration

of this impressive officer's..."

What is this?

It's a statement
I need you to sign.

I can't sign this.

Look, I lose this job,
I'm just an unemployed guy

with some empty
vending machines.

Maybe that's what you want.

When does it end with you,
Steve?

If you're not gonna do it
for me, do it for my kids.

You heard about Vic and Shane?

Yeah, Dutch told me.

Glad I can be back to help out.

Glad to have you.

Danny looks great,
don't you think?

Getting away from this place
does wonders for a person.

Uh, I need something.

I've tried to work it out
with Steve. You've seen that.

But it's time for a change.

Something happen?
It's not working.

We're not, uh, meshing.

Well, you're not paid to mesh.
Try to work it out.

All right, never mind.
Forget I said anything.

Dutch, if there's a real
problem, you should tell me.

As a friend?
Sure.

Steve's ex and daughter came in,

told him they had a sex offender
who moved in on their block.

We drove over, checked
the guy out. He was clean.

Reported every time
he relocated.

Steve ducks out for a few hours.

Next thing I know,
the guy's getting hauled away

by North Hollywood Division

because they found child
pornography in his bedroom.

You're saying he planted it?

Not him. Somebody from North
Hollywood Division may have.

I wish you hadn't told me that.

I can't prove anything.
It's just a hunch.

You participated
in framing a suspect

and engaged in a cover-up.

No.

But you just told me
someone's sitting in jail

for something he didn't do.

It's bad enough
Mackey running around.

Do I have to worry about you?

I didn't do anything.

And I was talking to you
as a friend.

I am a friend.

But I also heard this
as a captain,

which now forces me
to do something.

Wait. I did not come
in here to burn cops.

You let me try
and fix this first?

Get this taken care of
before I have to.

Hello? Rita? Hello?

New girlfriend?

Uh, Lloyd's mom.

Uh, the boy who shot the kid
in the home invasion.

Three calls from her today,
three hang-ups.

Send some unis over there,
make sure everything's okay?

Of course.
Thanks.

Hey, Steve, you got a second?

Call you back.

What's up?

You need to call your friends,
get them to release Heap.

Why would I do that?
'Cause if you don't,

Claudette's gonna
move on you guys.

How did this get on her radar?
I told her.

Jesus Christ.
It came up in conversation.

She shared my opinion.
Oh, so she acted like a cop,

not a friend or partner?
That sounds familiar.

We need to fix this.
I don't want that guy

living on my kid's street.
I don't care where he lives.

Just get him released from
county and the charges dropped.

You wanna go to NoHo and
accuse them, you be my guest.

Heap's innocent.
Served his time.

He's been clean since.

Is he really worth burning
cops' reputations over?

I'm not unreasonable.

You need something.
I need something.

Rita?

Uh, yeah, no, I'm sorry.
I thought...

Yeah, I can come right over.

I'll be there
in a few minutes. Okay.

Hey. What's up?

Are you gonna arrest Vic?

We're doing everything we can

to stay on top of him.

Well, are you gonna arrest him?

Not yet.
Look, Vic is smart.

He's been careful
not to expose himself.

That's why he sent
Ronnie the last time.

Vic had a legitimate excuse for
not showing up with the money.

Doesn't do us any good
until we have something solid.

How long are we talking here?
I mean, hours, weeks, months?

Corrine, I know this is hard,

but we're just gonna
have to wait it out.

I risked myself
and my family to help you.

If you wait too long
to arrest him,

he's gonna figure out
what I'm doing.

We're not gonna let that happen.

If we thought for a second
Vic had a clue...

What if you figure
this out too late?

No, no, no.
You need to end this.

You need to end this now.

Shit.
What did Mara say?

She said she and Shane
are coming for the money.

When?
Tonight.

She said that, um,
I should bring the money

with a car and clean plates,

and that it should have a
car seat for Jackson in it.

She didn't sound
like herself, Vic.

I mean, she sounded crazy.

How am I supposed to get a car?

I'll take care of that.
Where do they wanna meet you?

Uh, they don't wanna meet.

She said she wants me
to bring the car

to the 10 overpass
at Alvarado, 7 p.m.

Mara said to put the money
in the trunk,

and the keys in the tailpipe.

Vic, I... I don't wanna go there.

Uh, Mara really sounded
crazy on the phone.

Don't worry,
you won't have to go at all.

I'll handle everything.

After I get the car, I'll meet
with you to pick up the cash.

We'll meet at 4:00
at St. Anthony's playground.

Then I'll take everything
to the Alvarado overpass alone.

Corrine, don't worry.

I won't let
anything happen to you.

I'll go to the drop.

You focus on finding that
port guy we gotta jam up.

As desperate as Shane is,
this could be a setup.

I'll come with you,
cover your back.

Shane's broke with
an injured pregnant wife

who killed her last shot
at getting out of this.

He wants to get gone, trust me.

At least let me tail you.

Maybe I can take a shot.

Forget about getting Shane.

We're betting everything
on ICE from here on out.

Something spooked Beltran.

He's bringing in
the drugs early.

How early?
Tomorrow.

Me and Ronnie are meeting him
at midnight to go over details.

How much weight
are we talking about?

Enough so he bought his own
warehouse to store all the shit.

Well, give me
a time and address.

I'll bring the cavalry.

Ah, first, we should talk about

wrapping up me
and Ronnie's deals.

I'll push on my talks
with D.C.

Well, hurry, because we're gonna
need these deals in writing

before we meet
with Beltran tonight.

Just submitting that request
could take weeks in itself.

You weren't worried
about bureaucratic bullshit

when you needed me
to get next to Pezuela.

I came through for you
every step of the way.

All I'm asking is that Ronnie
and I get the protection we need

before we put our asses
on the shooting range.

Vic, you've got my word,
I will try.

I will try... Not good enough.

You will tell Washington that
we need a guarantee of jobs,

salaries and full immunity.

Immunity for what, exactly?

Look, when I was a cop,
me and my team,

we had to cut some corners
to get the job done.

Our methods gave me
a reputation.

Also got me on
my old captain's shit list.

Same reputation you used

to pull in Pezuela
and get close to Beltran now.

Putting cuffs on him

will go a long way
to winning friends

and getting Wyms off your back.

A bust this big,

it can make people
forget who did what to who.

Meanwhile, she's still
gunning for me.

I need a guarantee now.

You're asking
for the impossible.

Then you can kiss Beltran

and his international
drug pipeline goodbye.

I'm walking away knowing
I did right by you.

Something you need
to understand:

The federal government
is very patient.

And if we don't get
Beltran tomorrow,

we'll get him next month.

ICE just boned me, and you're
next on the chopping block.

What are you talking about?

Beltran's drug shipment
arrives tomorrow.

I briefed Olivia,
told her it had moved up,

that I had everything in place.

Instead of landing me
that spot on the roster,

she brushed me off
with nothing but an IOU.

Welcome to
federal-government hell.

Don't get too comfortable.
I'm only the first cut.

We agreed to look out
for each other's endgame.

It's not my fault
yours played out first.

You're not hearing me.

By working on her time line,

Olivia's hanging us
both out to dry.

Or did you already sign
that paperwork

that you were waiting for,
clearing you

of this Pezuela-Beltran
mess before the city primary?

Yeah, well, it's too late now,

because I'm pulling out
of this ICE takedown.

Wait a minute, if you terminate
your relationship

with Beltran, those drugs
are gonna hit the streets.

Not my job anymore, as you
keep pointing out to me.

I'm only here to warn you
because we had an arrangement.

Vic, if you walk away from this,

you will only burn yourself.

Maybe, but if Beltran
ever does go down,

ICE is only gonna look
after themselves.

Not me, not my family,

certainly not you and yours.

Better hunker down.

Soon, you and I are gonna be
looking for a new line of work.

What you looking for, white boy?

Depends on what you got.

I got it all.
I'm like Wal-Mart.

Yeah? You got
anything for pain?

Like, uh, Oxy or Seconal?

I got shit put
your ass in a coma

and a smile on your face.

Don't move, or I'll blow
your goddamn brains out.

Hey, don't play games.
I mean it.

Everything you got.

Empty your pockets right now,
you piece of shit.

People are right. Wal-Mart does
have the best prices in town.

We need to talk about Beltran.

David, I've run out
of ways to convince you

of the importance of your
role in this investigation.

You mean takedown.
From what I hear,

this could all be over tonight.

The decisions
made by this office

are not mine alone, councilman.

You're just a mouthpiece
for a whole army of suits.

Y'all got your police training
from the halls of Quantico.

But I got mine on the street.

And then couldn't wait to put
your suit on fast enough.

You know, in a sting operation,

you listen to the man
on the inside.

Vic's the only lifeline
you got to what's going on.

If you choose to ignore him now,

your little cartel problem's
only gonna get worse later on.

I appreciate the advice.
Vic's out now.

We are still
going to stop the cartel,

with or without Vic.

I'll just have to read
about it in the papers,

because if Vic's out, so am I.

I'm gonna handle this
on the city level,

where I have more control.

- Yeah?
- We want you to come in.

Chaffee sold Washington
on your package.

Job, immunity.

Are you there?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm here.

Your Beltran meet's
still set for midnight?

He's just waiting on my word.

Then get down here.
Federal paperwork

tends to be heavy
on the fine print.

Yeah, okay.

Good news. I got an address
on our port worker in San Pedro.

His name's Nunez. I can
head over there right now.

Olivia called.
She came through, man.

Our immunity papers
are just sitting there

waiting to be signed.

Feds are gonna pull us
out of this quicksand.

Gonna pay us for our troubles.

We can still take care of
that Shane thing right now.

No, once we sign
that immunity deal,

it won't matter
what Shane does, ever.

I really appreciate this.

You're gonna get
your money's worth,

I guarantee it.

What is he doing here?

You said our deal was ready.

I said we had your deal ready.

Singular.

Vic, um, job offer,
your immunity is taken care of.

But I couldn't get them to
sign off on Ronnie this fast.

I'm sorry.

There's no sorry here.

The deal is for me and my guy.

It's just you, for now.

Tell me how I get this fixed.

Not gonna happen.

Your deal's on the table.
That's all we can offer today.

We can discuss Detective
Gardocki at a later date

after Beltran's arrested and
we have the drug shipment.

This is bullshit.

Washington wasn't comfortable

extending a deal
beyond Vic this quickly.

We floated his job earlier
to them. They don't know you.

You've only just become
a player in this investigation.

Nothing I've done for you people

could've been possible
without Ronnie.

Ronnie shows us some good faith

on this Beltran
takedown tomorrow,

he'll be signing the same deal
in a week's time.

Vic, sign it.

And let's grab these drugs
before they get in circulation.

I'm not signing shit.
This was never about just me.

It was about me
and Ronnie, both of us.

You are making a mistake.

You're the one making a mistake.

I'm not handing you half a win,

so I don't want half a deal.

When you can offer
the same thing

at the same time to Ronnie,
then you call me.

If that's before midnight
tonight, great.

If not, I know how patient
you feds like to be.

Never trust a blond.

Vic, I appreciate...

Don't, man. There wasn't
any other choice.

What do we do now?

I gotta get that car to Corrine.

And you gotta get
to Nunez in San Pedro.

Make sure he calls in
sick tomorrow.

This ain't over yet.

I told you to stay away from us.

Is Lloyd home?

It's been hard enough
for me to help him

get over your accusations
without having to see your face.

I'm sorry things happened
the way they did.

I was worried about you.

Don't you dare pretend
even for a second

that you gave a damn about me.

This is all about
your obsession with my son.

You're scared, aren't you?

Had to be to call that
many times. Is he inside?

I didn't call you.
You did.

Six times.

I want you to leave my property.

You knock on my door again,
I'm lodging a complaint.

Julien.

Red Thunderbird.

Excuse me, those, uh...
Those egg sandwiches,

are they up yet?
It'll be another minute.

Right. Okay.

California

License number's registered
to a Larry Kristiansen

but it belongs
on a 2005 gold Acura.

I'll check these stores.
You go around back.

Be advised, subject possibly
traveling with a minor.

Please proceed with caution.

Give me the gun.

Hey, hey, hey. Shut up.
Don't make a sound.

Tina, where's Julien?
Hey, hey, hey, stop it. Okay?

I don't wanna shoot you,
but I will.

I will shoot you.

Okay?

Where's Julien?

Where is he?

He's inside, looking
through all the stores.

What do they know?
How much time do I have?

Three minutes till backup.

And I called in
your stolen license plate.

Look, they know what Mara did.

That she shot that woman.
And that woman's dead, Shane.

None of this is Mara's fault.

I believe that. I do.

Just give me the gun
and come in with me now.

We can have a car
pick up Mara and your son,

and they can be safe.

Please, Shane, stop this.
Hey, hey.

My wife is not going to jail.

I've always liked you, Shane,
but a innocent woman is dead.

And this has gone way too far.
You don't want this.

I'm afraid something bad
will happen to you or,

even worse, to Mara.
Think about your son.

So please,
just come in with me now.

No, it's too late.

No, it's...

You know what?
It's too late.

Where the hell is Vic?

He's late, but he'll be here.

Oh, shit.

Vic, where are you?

The cops are there, Corrine.

They're watching you.

The cops are watching me?

How do you know?
Where are you?

How did he know?

I was sure nobody followed me.

Did you hear anything strange
on the phone call with Mara?

You think that, uh, they have
a wiretap on my phone?

Did you talk
to anybody else about this?

No. No, I wouldn't do that.
I-I know better.

We don't have Vic on tape.
We got nothing.

Vic. Vic, what do I do now?

Get up and walk away.

Move in and arrest Corrine.
Move in. Now, now. Move in.

Shit!

Am I in some sort of trouble?

I mean,
what's gonna happen to me?

How do I explain all this money?

Leave it. Leave the bag there
and walk away.

Go to your car as fast
as you can and go home.

The cops are here.
They're coming after me.

What do I do? Jesus Christ.

Corrine Mackey,
you're under arrest.

Vic? Vic?

Hello? Hello?

Okay, we gotta go
through the motions.

Vic may be watching.

Hey.

I'm sorry I took so long.

How is it?

Mm, it's awful.

Uh, I-I couldn't
get us anything to eat

because the, uh...
The cops, they spotted me.

Holy shit.

Yeah. I had
to ditch the car.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
Don't worry about me.

You just, uh...

I want you to take these.

What are they?
They're Seconals.

And they will help
with the pain.

Mm.
Okay?

What else did you get?

Um, just some street shit,
you know?

Some meth and weed,
a little blow,

but I had to do most of it.

Shane.

The stuff that they made me do
last night, I was cratering,

and I need to stay focused

so that I can
get us out of this.

You can't help us
if you're high, baby.

It was just enough to even
me out. Okay? I promise.

Any movement on Ronnie's deal?

Not in the timetable
you're looking for.

I want my deal,
but I need a favor.

It's not for Ronnie.

It's for my ex-wife.

I got her into some trouble.

She was trying
to protect me today.

And she did something
that might be construed

as aiding and abetting.

"Might be construed"?
She's a good woman.

She raises our three kids.
Two of them are autistic.

I can't let
anything happen to her.

You give me that deal
in time to make the meeting,

and you give her a pass on
this one aiding and abetting,

and I'll give you Beltran
and the whole goddamn cartel.

Black board of directors
on top of it.

I can't do anything
for Ronnie yet.

Ronnie can wait until next week.

After the bust.

Your favorite child rapist
is a free man.

Hope your morals stay intact

when some middle-school girl's
asshole gets stretched out.

"Detective Steve Billings
may have sustained

"a head injury possibly leading

to the lack of judgment
and general irritability"?

What's this bullshit?

My statement, as accurate
as I felt comfortable with.

Oh, thanks for dressing it up.

You're a real stand-up guy,
you know that?

- Danny.
- Yeah?

My kids are at the sitter's.
They need to be picked up soon.

Do you need me
to call somebody for you?

There's nobody to call.

My sitter, she's a student,

and I can't leave them
there too late.

Okay. Uh, I get off
in a few minutes.

I guess I could
bring them to my house

and keep them there
until you get out.

That's really nice of you.

Sure. I'm happy to help.

Hey.

How you doing?

How much longer do I
have to stay in here for?

Vic thinks you were arrested.

If he hears anything,
asks around,

it's gotta seem legit.

Look, as bad as Vic can be,

he's not gonna let you
rot away in here.

Dutch.

We've got a location on Vic.

Any questions?

I need to make sure
you understand

each section
that you're signing.

Section A is your
employment agreement:

It's a three-year
contract with the agency

that begins as soon as you sign.

Your compensation
is $62,000 a year.

You're enrolled
in our medical program,

life-insurance plan, retirement,

even our family-friendly
support services.

Section B
is your immunity agreement.

In exchange for your continued
and complete assistance

with the Beltran investigation,

and your services
for three years,

you'll be granted full immunity

for any and all truthful
statements you make tonight.

Anything you fail to disclose,
or if your statements are false,

or if you ever fail to provide
your agreed-upon services,

the entire deal will be voided.

What about Corrine
on the aiding and abetting?

Her immunity's
covered in Section C.

Your statement will be recorded.

We've got a few hours

if you're gonna meet
Beltran by midnight.

But let's try
to get through this quickly.

Is there anything you wanna say
before I turn on the recorder?

State your full name.

Victor Samuel Mackey.

Also present is Olivia Murray

with Immigration
and Customs Enforcement.

The date is...

...these
declarations of his own free will.

If you agree with this
statement, please say yes.

Yes.

Any time you're ready.

During a raid on a drug dealer
named Two-Time,

I...

...shot and killed
Detective Terry Crowley.

You... You killed
a police officer?

I planned it.
I carried it out.

I shot him once,
just below the eye.

My Strike Team was
committing criminal acts

on a regular basis.

At first, it was just, uh,
taking drugs from busts,

turning it around
and selling it for profit.

We were able to do this
by making partnerships

with local drug dealers
and gangs, you know,

that we knew we could leverage.

You son of a bitch.

I killed Crowley
to protect me and my guys.

I shot him with Two-Time's gun

to divert suspicion,
but Aceveda knew.

So did Kavanaugh,

the IAD investigator
who was after us.

They just couldn't prove it.

I was too good.

Is that it?

How much memory
does that thing got?

My team and I left some marked
money for a guy named O'Brien.

The money had been stolen
from the Armenian mob.

Two million dollars.

We found out later it was, uh...

The cash was part
of an investigation

into the local
Armenian money laundering.

It was only a matter of time

before they connected
O'Brien to the cash

and they killed him.

Why did you plant
the money on him?

Couldn't let the Armenians
know that we'd stolen it.

Could I?

I'm Captain Claudette Wyms.
I'm looking for a Vic Mackey.

You found the bastard.

But I guess now
he's our bastard.

The Armenians didn't
like getting ripped off

so they sent an old-school
goon to find it.

Margos. He hacked off
half the feet in Farmington

looking for it.

Eventually,
things started pointing at us.

It was the beginning
of the end for my team.

Shane Vendrell's wife, Mara,
took some of the marked money.

She gave it away.

Lem's conscience
started getting to him.

It turned us against each other.

What happened to Margos?

I killed him.

I got the drop on him.

I shot him
when he dropped his gun.

Massaged the crime scene
to make it look righteous.

What kind of detective did you
raise over there, captain?

What kind of deal
did you give him?

Full immunity.

On what?

On everything he confesses to.

Shane killed Lem with a grenade.

I didn't find out about that

until after I'd already
tortured and killed

our lead suspect, Guardo Lima.

I eventually got Emolia
to recant her story,

but it didn't matter.

Lem was still gone,

and our Armenian problem
was just beginning.

The meeting with Beltran is in
an hour. I think we should...

Well, we better hurry,
because I got a lot more.

And I'm not letting you wiggle
out of this on a technicality.

So you sit there and let me
finish what I've gotta say.

Now, after I'd found out
what Shane had done,

I bellied up to...

Claudette?
After all they did.

I-I know.

And they just walk away with it!

Look, he gave up Ronnie,
and we're gonna catch Shane.

Yeah, but Vic...
You did the best you could.

Yeah, which is more
than I can say for you.

You put careers in jeopardy
today with that stunt

you and Billings pulled.

What?
Oh, don't act innocent.

You broke the rules, and it's
gonna blow up in my face.

I know you're upset about Vic...

Don't tell me how I feel.

Take some responsibility
for once.

If this is about Billings,
I'll pull back my statement.

Oh, you think by doing
just one little thing

it's gonna make up for all
your past indiscretions?

We need to get you home.

Oh, get your
goddamn hands off me!

You're fired, you
sanctimonious son of a bitch!

Fired?
You heard.

Go on back to the Barn,

pick up your shit
and get the hell out.

Claudette. Claudette.

This isn't you.

The pills aren't working?

No.

It's like a knife in my chest.

Maybe you should
take a few more.

I don't want to.

The baby.

How'd this all happen?

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm so sorry.

I killed that woman.

I killed her, Shane.

I can't do this anymore.

Hey, don't.

No, don't.
Don't give up.

You can't.

I'm a murderer.

Don't say that.

Don't say that, you hear me?
That's not who you are.

I never thought
I could kill someone.

Baby, I'll do anything for you.

Anything.
You just tell me.

Just take me home.

Please take me home.

Shane's still a fugitive.

I was bringing a car
and the money I ripped off

from Beltran's drug dealer

when I saw them
arresting Corrine.

And I think that's the end.

You've implicated Gardocki
in enough shit

to put him away
for the rest of his life.

I know.

But at least Corrine's
free of all this.

Anything less than
the biggest drug bust

this agency's ever seen
will not be considered

complete assistance on your part

and that will violate your deal.

Don't worry,
I'll give you Beltran

and his entire organization.

You are our employee now.

You do anything to warn Ronnie,

you tell him to run,
that will violate your deal.

You'll be prosecuted
for everything you've told me.

I need him to take down Beltran.

I'll string him along
until we're done.

You are a sick,

twisted man.

Anything else?

I got a meeting.

Do you have any idea
what you've done to me?

I've done worse.