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George, alley's blocked off.
Take the back.

Yes, sir.

- Suspect's inside. We're ready.
- Let's do it.

Get your hands on your head.
Right now. Get down. Get down.

Don't move. Stay right there.

You got the ink, I got the paper.

Hey, dog! Dog!

That's one way to get him to heel.

Six grand, two dozen DVD players,
a loaded strap. Sweet.

I called it a code four.
Since the only casualty was Cujo.

- I didn't even hear him.
- Suspect cut the vocal chords.

Didn't your TO warn you
they do that now?

- The assistant chief's on his way down.
- Goddamn it.

Good luck, rookie.

You would have been better
off shooting the suspect.

Why?

The ass chief figures
it's just a matter of time...

...before someone mistakes a kid
coming around a corner for Rover.

Truth is, the wife raises cockapoos.

Probably stops giving him hummers
every time a mutt gets shot.

Didn't you read his mandate
a couple of months back?

I just started last week.
What's he coming down here for?

I'm sure it's not to give you a medal.

Don't sweat it.
We'll figure something out.

Oh, shit.

Asst. Chief Phillips, you didn't
need to come all the way down here.

- Another dog was shot?
- Nobody else was, thank God.

And we nailed Billings'
armed robbery suspect.

Got all the stolen merchandise.

- Where's the triggerman?
- Kid's just a rookie, sir.

- Too young to read mandates?
- There was nothing he could've done.

Is he the shooter?

Sir, I'm telling you, the kid
had no choice. The dog was reaching.

It was kill or be killed.

Oh, come on, Roy.

If the dog had a piece,
he was gonna use it.

Nice collar.

Who was that?

David Aceveda, Monica Rawling,
your replacement.

Hi, I didn't expect to see you
until next week.

Well, I'm using vacation time to see
what I'm getting myself into.

I'm honoured to serve.

Monica started as a patrol officer
in Farmington.

Yeah, everyone knows
you put in your time.

I can't wait to see
what she's like now.

Well, if there's anything
I can do to help...

Well, I'd love to meet the troops.

If I know unis, rumours are flying
like bills in a strip club.

Guys, I'd like to introduce you
to Monica Rawling.

- The new captain of the Barn.
- Hello.

That Aceveda's replacement?

I have no idea.

I thought Troy Akerman was in.

From Robbery-Homicide,
this real detective's detective.

It's funny.
I heard he didn't have a clue.

I just didn't expect them to go
for another woman.

You know, I mean,
after they torpedoed you.

Hey, at least it's a fresh start
for us, right?

And Diane, right?

You've done your homework.

Well, I've gone through
everyone's packages.

So I have the dirt on all of you.

Come on, let me show you
around some more.

It'll be good working with you.

Monica Rawling, these are
Detectives Wagenbach and Wyms.

- Your new captain.
- Dutch Wagenbach.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- Hello, Dutch.

And you must be Claudette.
I've heard a lot about you.

I'm sure you have.

Yeah, but we'll make it work anyway.

So let's see the rest of the place.

Don't let that fresh start
hit you in the ass.

Screamer, moaner?

Dude, you gotta start getting
your own snatch.

Vic Mackey, Ronnie Gardocki...

...I'd like to present the next captain
of the Barn, Monica Rawling.

- Hi.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

Yeah, yeah, we met.
Thanks for the backup out there.

Thanks for the laugh.

So, what is this? Mission control?

Well, we call it the Garage Sting.

We're targeting a custom car outfit
that's been washing dirty money...

- ... for a number of criminal enterprises.
- How's it going?

Six months in, gearing up
for the mother of all sweeps.

- How many bad guys you expect?
- About three dozen, right?

More or less.

Let me introduce you
to our watch commander.

I am dying to get out
onto the streets.

Can you spare Detective Mackey
a few hours to give me the tour?

Sure. But just a few.
He does have tapes to log.

Feel like some fresh air?

That hardware store
used to be a butcher shop.

- They ran numbers in the back.
- Now it dabbles in ID theft.

Yeah, well,
things just change sideways.

You miss the street?

Three years heading up
domestic abuse.

Heard that unit really turned around.

Well, I did what I could there.

I see the Farm's as rough as ever.

You know these people.
You do what you can.

But you offer them a hand,
they slap it away.

Why'd they shut
your Strike Team down?

A couple of guys moved on.

One got into a car accident.

No money to restock.

Department's really quick
to save a dime...

...even if it means pulling the plug
on something that works.

Sounds like you're the one
who misses the street now.

I'll be back on it soon.

- Wrapping up the Garage Sting?
- More like leaving it behind.

Requesting additional units
for a 187 crime scene...

...multiple victims, Pavo Real Motel.

Oh, shit.

- Taking the call?
- Yeah, I know that place.

The Veneza family, all locals.
Checked in last month.

Why were they staying here?

They were evicted from their house
on Hoover...

...been charging the room to several
over-maxed credit cards.

Been slipping
through the cracks for a while.

No gunshots. Looks like
they're all drowned in the bathtub.

Don't want the new captain thinking
I left a mess.

I want this wrapped up
before next week.

Dutch and I caught this one.

And if I leave you two as the leads,
the DA will screw it to death.

Even they're not stupid enough to get
in the way of four homicides.

- We'll never know. Answer to Billings.
- The DA put you two on the list, not me.

Feeling the love?

- How can I help?
- See if the car's in the lot.

Then give the unis a hand
with witness statements.

Thanks.

Bathroom.
Family of four drowned one by one.

Damn.

Welcome back to Farmington.

That's when I heard
somebody scream.

- Did you call for help?
- No.

- Why not?
- I had a mouthful of dick at the time.

- Lovely.
- Found something.

A key to some sort of pay locker?

We got the needle.
All we need's a haystack.

- Oh, we've got bigger problems.
- What's that?

Why would you need
a booster seat unless...?

- There's a missing kid.
- How old?

No idea. If the killer's got him,
he's not the nurturing type.

Where's the mom's purse?
Somebody check in there.

I got it.

Boy. Looks 2 or 3.

Check with the detectives.
There's a little boy missing.

You going somewhere?

Pico One-Niners run junk
out of this place.

No one does anything
without them knowing it.

Could you get a ride back
to the Barn with the unis?

Yeah, I'm sure I could,
but I signed up for the full tour.

- Hey, yo.
- What up?

Somebody offed a family
at the Pavo Real.

He drowned them in the tub,
then took the little kid.

- First I'm hearing it.
- Yeah?

I know you maggots use that motel
like it's a frat house.

Give us back the boy alive and I won't
burn your cash cow to the ground.

We ain't been
in that spot for a minute.

Get your facts straight.

Hey, big man,
you wanna get into it?

Come over here.

- What's your name?
- T-Gun.

Turn around, T-Gun.

Put your hands on your head.

Still jousting and rousting?

Yeah, well, I wouldn't be surprised
if I ran in your old man.

- Never knew my pops.
- Yeah, well, I bet I did.

What's this?

Are you on probation, T-Gun?

- Yes, ma'am.
- And you're carrying a knife?

- When you gonna get it right?
- Never.

He'll be a shithead his whole life, which
at this rate will be a couple of months.

How about our missing kid?

We don't know shit.

- I'll just keep your ID, okay?
- What for?

I gotta write up the blade
but I don't have time now.

So come by the Farmington station
and ask for the new captain.

Otherwise,
I know where to find you, Gunther.

That was a waste.

We stirred up the pot.
Now, we'll see what boils over.

You all know Assistant DA Insardi.

- Have you identified the child yet?
- Little Eddie, 3 years old.

I've got the crime lab rushing.

Robbery? Kidnapping? Why kill
the people who'd pay the ransom?

- Some other reason?
- Found a pay locker key in the car.

Dutch and Claudette
will run down nearby businesses.

Kid missing, your office
wants us on locker-hunting scut work?

Excuse me?
I don't hand out assignments here.

You know what I'm talking about.
Your office has blackballed us.

Shut it down, Dutch. Find the locker.

I can think of some possibilities.
Come on. Let's make ourselves useful.

Any chance you can stop by to sign
that realtor's agreement today?

Yeah, next to none.

She needs your signature
to show the house.

Listen, can you drop off the paperwork
at the Barn after you're done?

Sure. Cassidy still got the sniffles?

No, she's better.

What about Matthew and Megan,
what are they up to?

Matthew's been great this week.
He's in a good routine.

Wish I could say the same.

Listen, I gotta go.
I'm kind of tailing someone.

- Okay, don't lose him.
- Okay, good.

Wife?

- Soon-to-be-ex.
- Sorry.

So you're planning
on leaving the Barn?

You might as well know I put in
to head up the new Street Crime Detail.

The citywide thing?

Paul Reyes took that.

- Reyes? No, I don't think so.
- Yeah, last night.

He's been kicking ass in Inglewood.

Good for him.

- Respect!
- We're only killing ourselves.

Our sisters need us.

They're raising our babies alone...

...while we're out in the street
chasing women, money or drugs...

...instead of giving them respect.

Respect!

Our babies, they need us
in their lives.

Not in jail, not in the street
and not in the grave.

Our mothers need us.

Too many have cried too many tears,
buried too many sons.

Our brothers,
they need us lifting each other up...

...and not shooting them down.

Is that respect?

Respect!

- Antwon Mitchell, O.G. One-Niner.
- Yeah, I know Antwon.

There's the Harbour set,
Warren, Crenshaw.

- Pico.
- Came straight through the wall.

And his woman had to shield
their baby.

A lot of these folks
aren't wearing colours.

A lot of them just citizens.

Killing that child.

We're keeping the gravediggers
too busy...

...and that's a damn shame.

And I guess the police,
they need us too.

You put more than two black men
together and look who shows up?

Hey, but you know what?

It's our own fault,
because we commit the crimes.

I did myself.

I slung rock, messed people up.

But I don't fight the power anymore.

We got to be about changing
that power.

And you, keep your heads up.
Be a man. Demand respect.

Respect!

Because sooner or later,
they got to give it to you.

You take the skills
that they forced on us...

...slanging, pimping, surviving.

These are business skills, skills
that we need to open our restaurants...

...our banks, shops that we own.

Take back this neighbourhood
and make it ours.

Then, we'll get respect.

- Respect!
- Respect!

- Respect!
- Respect!

- Respect!
- Respect!

- Respect!
- Keep saying it.

- Respect!
- Say it again.

- Respect!
- Keep saying it!

- Respect!
- Live for it!

- Respect!
- Die for it!

- Respect!
- Sleep with it! Eat with it!

- Respect!
- Get it!

- Respect!
- Get it!

- Respect! Respect!
- Get it!

We've been frozen out for months.

They'll take us out
of the doghouse eventually.

Yeah. When?

What do you want me to do, Dutch?
Take obedience training?

If the DA's waiting for me to apologise,
hell isn't nearly cold enough.

And you're happy to let my career rot
along with yours, huh?

I appreciate your support.

I won't hold it against you
if you wanna put in for a new partner.

So I can either be a traitor
or a coward? Thanks.

- Don't mind me.
- Oh, I won't.

These match.

Yeah?

You could definitely fit a child
in there.

Or a shitload of cash.

Yeah, yeah, hold on.

What are you doing, man? Come on.

Hey, baby, you want some more?

Yeah.

Stank, come on.

Someone drowns a family
on your turf...

...snatches a kid
and you don't know nothing about it?

If they minding their own business,
we cool. We chilling, not killing.

Right, right,
because you're all about using...

...your drug-dealing skills
to get free checking.

Excuse me.
Can I help you with something?

Antwon Mitchell.

- Do I know you?
- I know your mugshot.

I worked with Rich Nelson.

How's he doing?

Passed three years ago. Cancer.

Damn, cancer's rough.

But he was always talking about
how he was gonna piss on my grave.

Guess I gotta grab me a 40
and go pay my respects.

Somebody drowned a family
at the Pavo Real...

...snatched their 3 year-old boy.

- Nobody here would do that.
- That motel is a One-Niner cesspool.

These million men,
they're One-Niners.

Do the math.

We're here just enjoying a cookout.

Bullshit. It's a gang council.

I'm sure that hanging with
known bangers violates your parole.

Probation ended four months ago.

I ain't the system's slave no more.

Well, I hear you haven't
exactly retired.

Dealing again, Antwon?

Just trying to keep them
from making my mistakes.

Lesson number one,
never piss off the PD.

We're gonna take a little ride.

Why'd I do that?

Because you ain't fighting
the power no more.

Some of my boys will have to escort.

This is the city that plants evidence
on innocent brothers.

Shoots us in the back,
says we were resisting.

Takes us to their police house
and sticks a plunger in our ass.

- Actually, that one was New York.
- It's all-white America, lady.

The father visited an all-night gym
at 2 a. m. last night.

Stashed 35 grand in a locker.

The Venezas are 22,000 in debt
and they couldn't make the rent.

To get the ransom for their boy,
they'd do whatever it took.

I spoke to some
of the dead son's classmates.

He's got a buddy, street name,
Chalindo, of the Coronado Boys.

Real hardcore juvie record.

Coronados have kidnapped
for profit in the past.

Pick him up, see what he knows.

Moms used to bring me
to church here as a kid.

Sorry to see it's gone to shit.

- Vic give you the slip?
- No, he's making a call.

This is Antwon Mitchell, major O.G.
drug distributor from the early '90s.

- Miguel, would you mind?
- Interrogation 1.

His buddies can wait down here.

- So, what's Antwon got to do with this?
- His old gang runs the Pavo Real.

I didn't get the Street Crime Detail
I put in for.

- Didn't know you're looking to transfer.
- Why'd you write a letter sabotaging it?

I got off the phone with someone
who owes me a favour.

- Buried me to the Selection Committee.
- I apprised them of your qualifications.

You stabbed me in the back.
Didn't want me to find about it, right?

Won't pass you
to become someone else's problem.

Who's been running
your precious Garage Sting?

That load of crap you sold me
for a nine minor busts?

Yeah, I saw you tap dancing
on that one.

So while you were out on the street,
I made Ronnie run through every bust.

- And it didn't take long.
- So, what is this? Payback?

Consider it the bill due. You ran
the Strike Team into the ground.

To get you under control,
I parked you in front of videotapes...

...and you even managed
to botch that.

You are a joke.

A joke? Come on.

- Get off me!
- Hey, come on. Hey.

Get off me!

You really thought after everything,
I wouldn't get the last word?

- One happy family, huh?
- Oh, yeah. You hit the jackpot.

You expect me to buy you hung up
your colours to preach the peace?

I gotta claim O.G.

That's what keeps me real
with the little homeys.

I play my strengths.

Well, don't play me.

Dealing, pimping, running numbers.

Why is everybody whispering
this flows up to you?

People talk, man.

That don't make it the truth.

I was planning on warning you
about Mackey.

It took me a while to learn
how to get him under control.

Didn't look like anyone
was in control downstairs.

There's some things you need
to know about Vic.

Yeah, I read your letter.

If it's true, you had opportunities
to get rid of him.

But in three years, you haven't.

Why not?

Is he too effective?

...kid is a waste of time.

Someone's got the kid.
You can tell us who.

Or should I take a closer look
into how you plan on financing...

...all these new banks
and restaurants?

Didn't you hear
what that cop lady said?

I sent her partner to his grave
trying to dig shit up on me.

Take your shot.

Maybe 13 years in Lompoc
straightened him out.

Maybe he really does wanna save
Farmington one banger at a time.

Lady speaks the truth.

Yeah, I know Rich Nelson and his task
force had a rough time nailing you.

But they did,
for a pled-down trafficking charge.

Not for that crack house shootout on
Olympic. You remember, three dead?

Couldn't get you for that knife
in the cop's leg.

Nelson came after me nine times.

And finally trumped up that charge.
Took 13 years of my life.

If whoever took that kid turns out
to be a One-Niner, you'll do more.

Make us come after you,
we'll get you.

Respect.

The drowned son was tight
with Chalindo Gopez, 17.

Did nine months in one of our juvie
camps for robbery. No kidnapping.

- Where is he?
- We lost him two weeks ago.

So he could be involved?

I'll talk to his mom,
see if she knows where he's at.

- I'm happy to pick her up for you.
- Thanks, but we better handle this.

- So, what are you guys thinking?
- Maybe the family sold the boy for sex.

- No shit? Why?
- Because that's how Dutch thinks.

No. Because that's how the world is.

How's the Youth Authority
treating you?

It's pretty cool. Lots of kids.

We'll follow up on this. Thanks.

Yeah, okay. Later.

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for-

Vic? He's on a case. Gardocki too.

All right.
Just tell them Lem stopped by.

Lemansky? From the Strike Team?

Yeah.

I'm the new captain. Monica Rawling.

Oh, it's good to meet you.
How are you?

I read your personnel package.
I'm sorry to have lost you.

Yeah, well, you know,
I needed a change.

Problems with the team?

Sounds like Vic can be
a little rough to work with.

No, no, Vic was always great.
It was...

You know, just time. Just time.

- I gotta go. It was good meeting you.
- Yeah.

I haven't seen Chalindo in weeks.

He may know who drowned
that family.

He might lead us to the missing boy.

You have any idea
where he is right now?

I couldn't have been a better mom.
You know the things I did for him?

- Ma'am, this isn't about you.
- It's about my boy.

Why else would I be here?
I see you looking at me.

- No one's accusing you.
- You shouldn't be. It's not my fault.

That boy just did whatever.
You try stopping him every night.

I tried more than any mom I know.
Any mom.

Well, yes. I can see that.

Looks like Lompoc.

Tell you what, for Christmas, I'll throw
a couple of bars on the window.

Thirteen years, you learn
what you can live without.

All I wanted was a view.

Where's the witness?

Stop asking around about me, man.

If there's something you wanna know,
come straight at me.

- You even have a witness?
- Elena!

Elena, she mops up at the motel.

Said she saw two dudes, Latino,
leaving that room with that kid.

Those cholos took him screaming
and crying.

They got in a blue Honda.

I got some of the licence plate,
I didn't see the rest.

And you didn't say anything
to the detective on scene?

Once I offered her protection,
she agreed to come forward.

Tell me. What kind of protection can
an ex-con motivational speaker offer?

Hey, man, you asked for a favour
and I gave it to you.

Now, maybe one day,
you'll give me one.

I doubt it.

I gotta run a partial. Yeah.

Billings tells me he found a loan shark
who spotted the drowned dad 35 grand.

He was bound to find trouble
one way or another.

- What are you working?
- Coronado Boys.

A gang in the loosest sense.

I'm trying to make ties
to find Chalindo Gopez...

...the supposed friend
of the drowned boy.

All these should be in a database
or at least on a wall somewhere.

The Barn's an apt name.
We're low-tech.

When Mackey ran point on gangs, how
did he organise his intel for everyone?

Organization's not one
of Vic's strong suits.

What is?

I'll let you do your own evaluations.

I know you were on track
to be captain here.

Yes, I was.

Whoever cost you that job,
it wasn't me.

I'll remember that.

What do you plan on doing
to square things with the DA?

What are they planning on doing
to square things with me?

Seventeen cases overturned,
another 40 on appeal.

They have a right to be pissed.

Aceveda could've fought for me.
So could you.

You've made your point.

Might be time to move on.

Claudette, Vic's got a location
on a suspect.

Clear!

Clear!

Left!

Clear.

Hey.

Hey, buddy.
Don't be scared, it's okay.

- Don't be scared.
- Hey, Eddie.

- Hi, Eddie. Come on.
- It's okay, it's okay.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Come on. No one's gonna hurt you.

Come with us. I know.

I know. Let's take you off this.

Come on. Good boy.

That's all right.

They've taken the boy
to Mission Cross Hospital.

I'll call my friend there.
She'll take care of him.

What about finding the suspect,
Fernando Cruz?

I got his cell phone number.

If we get a warrant, the phone carrier
can triangulate his position.

- Grab who you need, pick him up.
- Good work, Vic.

Those are both the suspects.

Pick them up.

Let's go.

Hey. Rabbit.

Suspects bailed.
Detectives in foot pursuit.

Go, go!

Hands! Let me see your hands!

- Go!
- Get down!

Hey, you go straight.
You go straight.

Stay down! Hands behind your back.

Don't move.

All right, sir,
your ambulance is here.

I thought I said no hospital.

But you've been shot.

See that exit wound?

- I have no insurance.
- The city will cover it.

They'll cover it until they send
me the bill and hound me.

Just ask my cousin.

Hey, look, you need medical attention,
all right? It's not an option.

Sir, please, look, who shot you?

I don't know, man. It was a drive-by.

Dispatch wants us to hang here
until the detectives arrive.

A hundred witnesses, no eyes.

You blame them?
Guy got shot cleaning his yard.

What do you think
they'd do to someone...

...willing to testify in open court?

Oh, sit down.

You know, when the assistant chief
gave me the rundown on this place...

...your name came up.

Well, the DA's got a hard-on
for my partner.

Claudette seems dug in.

That's because she's right.

Whether she's right or not,
she's gonna drag you down with her.

Hey.

Congratulations in order?

One guy has aggravated assault.
I bet he's the killer.

The other a few misdemeanours,
he's probably just a puppy.

You know,
it's really not my business...

...but could you give the puppy
to Wagenbach and Wyms?

Well, he'll probably break first.

But they could use the win.

It's really not my place.

I can tell you're not the sort.

What sort?

The sort that would parade
a family down to a bathroom...

...and drown them one by one.

Each one coming in...

...seeing their mother,
father, sister, lying there.

Knowing they're gonna be next.

It must have been terrible, huh?

Your boy Fernando's
on the verge of collapse.

Good.
Because this little prick ain't talking.

Last chance to cut yourself
a decent deal.

Drowned four people but you let the
boy live. That'll count for something.

Now, I know you're talking bullshit.

Your buddy's about to crack.

Just a matter of time before he helps
himself and hangs you out to dry.

He's acting like he thinks
the little kid's dead. Now, why is that?

I couldn't do it.

- Killing a little kid.
- But you could drown four people?

Tito held Pops' head underwater
to get him to talk.

But the old man died.
Tito said we had to do the others too.

- What was Pops supposed to say?
- Where the 35 grand was.

What was he doing with that much cash
in the first place?

He thought he was buying la cura.

The cure? Heroin?

Chalindo convinced the son
to set it up.

We sell to Pops, he turns it around,
sells it for five times the money.

Maybe buys the family a house.

So, what went wrong?

There was no H.
Plan was just a rip-off.

So the son set up his own father
to be robbed? Beautiful.

Pops should have just handed
over the cash.

So why'd you take the kid?

After the others,
I couldn't let Tito do him. A little kid?

- Tito said he could ID us to the cops.
- He's 3 years old.

It talks, right?

Tito wanted to put a body on my hands,
so he told me to do him. But I couldn't.

So I hid him at my place,
told him I did the killing.

This is all gonna help me, right?

I didn't drown anyone myself
and I saved the kid.

That's all good, right?

Dead-Eye, I'm here to talk
about a friend of ours, Antwon Mitchell.

Let's talk inside.

I'm either gonna tell you to blow me
or you're gonna tune me up.

Either way,
my boys can know the score.

I hear you got booted off
your corner.

I'm branching out,
onward and upward.

Yeah, right. What's the matter,
a little dispute with the management?

I can relate.

It's all good.

You got mouths to feed.
How you planning on making coin?

I'm resourceful.

Antwon Mitchell has it in for you...

...you might as well find
a corner in Miami.

How long you think
he'll let you play...

...before he sends some smoker
to whack you?

- What do you want?
- We could set you up.

Police?

- Man, you can't afford me.
- Try me.

Boys, inside.

Daddy's talking business.

You bring me a number.

- And you give me Antwon?
- That depends on the number.

Hey, fellas, come here.

You see who shot the man
over there?

Sure did.

- Yeah? What'd he look like?
- Some white dude in a limo.

I saw him too.
It was the governor or something.

Shot him up Terminator-style.

What do you think they looked like?
Some niggas in a car.

- You kiss your mother with that mouth?
- No, I kiss your mother with this mouth.

Think it's funny throwing away
your lives?

Wanna see what it looks like down
in juvenile detention?

Look out. Here comes the beat down.

Search a nigga down
And grabbing his nuts

But on the other hand
Without a gun, they can't get none

But don't let it be a black
And a white one

Get out of here.

They slam you down to the street top

Black police showing out
For the white cop

Show some respect.

- Respect!
- You heard me, go.

Why you let them
give you all that shit?

Jesus said,
"Suffer the little children unto me. "

Yeah, that doesn't that mean
we have to suffer too.

You get anything new on tape?

Yup. Mike Winston.

We finally nail him shaking down
those storeowners?

Not exactly a storeowner.

Son looks about 12.

Now, here comes Winston.

- What did I tell you?
- I didn't.

I saw you. Stop lying.

- I didn't.
- Yes, you-

Dad, stop it.

- I didn't do it.
- Yes, you did!

Stop it! I won't do it again.

Mom's got a psych history
so she's out of the picture on a 51-50.

And running in Winston blows
our surveillance cover on him...

...maybe everyone else.

- Yup.
- Shut up!

See what you made me do?

Stop your whining.

Let me see your liquor licence.

Something wrong?

Nope.

No, it looks good.
Now, give me a beer.

It's on the house.

Long day. Appreciate it.

Hey, buddy, you're in my seat.

That's my drink. My smokes.

Smoke them somewhere else.

- Trying to be an asshole?
- No, I'm just looking at one.

You saving this seat
for your boyfriend?

Mike, he's a cop.

Back up. It's okay. We're the police.

Back up, back up.

Okay, keep this on until you leave.

- I'm not leaving now?
- Not yet.

I've got that realtor's agreement
in my locker.

Told you I'd stop by.

- You sure we're doing the right thing?
- Prices are up right now.

We're gonna bank that money, send
the kids to your mom's school district.

I know. Yeah, it's just a house.

Go get the papers.
I'll sign them right now.

Okay.

You really did a number on Winston.

You gonna shed a tear
for that kid-beating asshole?

No, anyway Junior
doesn't have to worry.

He's got grandparents in Simi Valley.

I thought they were gonna fix
your face?

They're gonna have to fix yours
in a minute.

1- Tango-13, listen,
we've been out here all day.

You got an ETA on those detectives?

1- Tango-13, you should have
come in at 1900 hours.

1- Tango-7 needs the car.

Are they serious?

If a guy gets shot in the ghetto
but the detectives never show up...

...did the crime really happen?

Come on. 1-Tango-7 needs the car.

Yeah.

That was quite a day yesterday.

Quite a night too, I see.

Got another big one planned
for tonight.

One of Antwon Mitchell's pawns seems
to be willing to roll over on the king.

I got a Cl contract snaking
its way through the system.

Who'd you mix it up with?

Just some drunk looking
to pick a fight.

What kind of future are we gonna have
if you're already lying to me?

What are you talking about?

That drunk you put in the hospital
is Mike Winston...

...an extortionist
in your Garage Sting.

- I mean, that's quite a coincidence.
- He was smoking in a public place.

Wait a second.

We caught the prick on tape
whacking his kid.

This seemed like a regular thing.

Couldn't make a case against him
without jeopardising the Garage Sting.

So you beat the shit out of him?

I gave him the chance to take
the first shot. He did.

I got him on assault,
which violates his parole...

...sends him back
minimum one year...

...gets his son away,
back to his grandparents.

- Well, that's smart.
- Thank you.

Pretty stupid too.

You were all fired up
about those motel murders...

...before you knew a boy
was missing.

Why?

Look, when I had the Strike Team...

...we were setting up to close
that joint down.

Then, other things got in the way.

You're dedicated,
you know the streets.

But you also accessed
a confidential letter...

...went after your CO,
topped it off with a bar brawl chaser.

Seems to me like you're looking
for a way out.

I don't want out.

Aceveda's letter means
that no other unit's gonna hire you.

I'm stuck with you.

I was thinking of putting you back
into play, but now...

I'm starting a task force
to target gangs.

Unis, detectives.

Study their turf, ink,
chains of command.

We crack down,
improve life for everyone else.

Good luck. The department wouldn't
fund another guy for the Strike Team.

It's gonna be funded
through a forfeiture programme.

You're seizing property?

Houses, cars, businesses,
anything bought with drug money.

Some cash comes to us,
some to the DA.

What sold the chief is putting a third
back into neighbourhood programmes.

I need someone to spearhead the plan
on the street.

Someone who won't lose control.

Someone who can make it work
without embarrassing me.

I want it.

People out there think that
Antwon Mitchell's an actual option...

...because we haven't given him
any competition.

I believe in offering people a hand
even if they do slap it away.

I said I want the job.

I need to trust you. Right now...

...I don't.

You have a week to get your shit
together. Show me something.

They're pointing the finger
at each other. We got them both.

- Find the friend who set it up?
- Chalindo? Looks like he skipped.

- Mom of the year tipped him off.
- Juvie's tracking him now.

- Excuse me.
- Good work catching these guys.

Actually, I couldn't have done it
without Wagenbach and Wyms.

Well, you're the primary.

Glad to know getting a confession,
finding the money...

...had nothing to do
with solving this case.

I guess it's just you and me.

This is couples counselling.

- I can't do it myself.
- Lower your voice.

What is it?
You don't like this doctor either?

- I'm trying.
- You say that but you're not.

Not at home. Not in Hawaii.

I'm sorry your therapy's
not working for me.

You've given up.
You need to get past it.

I'm tired of feeling
like I was raped too.

If I'm not good enough for you,
go find someone else.

We should just end this,
say it isn't working.

A divorce?
I'm not even gonna listen to this.

Whatever it is you need to do
to help yourself...

...do it already.

Dead-Eye's two boys
are in with the mom.

- We'll bring them in later.
- I'll round up a couple cots.

God, I hope this guy's not boning us.

Shit. We got a problem.

Freeze! Police!

Come out!

Come out right now!

Shane?

What the hell are you doing here?

I got a call about a shooting.

- What are you doing?
- We didn't hear any call.

One of my Cl's phoned in a tip.

Where's your backup?

I'm solo tonight.

Well, did you call it in?

I was about to.

What's your Vice Unit
have to do with this guy?

Dead-Eye had a lot of vices.

Watch the door.

So how you doing?

Kids all right? Is...?

Is Cassidy still with you?

Yeah.

I heard you and Mara had the baby.

Yeah. Yeah, three...

Three weeks ago.

Named him Jackson.

As in Michael?

As in Stonewall.

Congrats.

So I heard about Reyes taking
the Street Crime Detail.

Guess you'll be stuck
on videotapes for a while, huh?

I worked the drowning, the hotel,
yesterday at the Pavo Real.

Yeah, the place always was a pit.

Yeah, a pit we were about
to pull the plug on.

Except we were too busy
covering our asses.

Yeah. Well, too many dickheads,
too little time.

- What are you doing?
- Taking his blackberry.

I had dealings with this guy.
You know how that is.

No, I don't. Put it back.

I can't do that.

My name's in there.

What about Antwon Mitchell's?

What are you, IAD now?

I don't see that jacket fitting.

Why are you here? Who did this?

You wanna smell my gun?

Antwon Mitchell do this?

You know, I honestly don't know.

But I'll tell you what,
I'll let you call it in.