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Previously:
- You're gonna hide.

- I can't run.
- It's keeping you alive.

You've got history with these
grenade tossers.

The guy's named Guardo.
We hit him hard

and his weapons stash
but he got away.

He screwed my
ex-wife for the purpose

of making this investigation
seem like a personal vendetta.

He may have assassinated
a gang leader.

This was not part of the deal.

Sure it was.
The part Antwon didn't tell you.

This was a calculated
move by Lieutenant Kavanaugh

to put Curtis' life in jeopardy

to compel him to
testify against his team.

My client is willing
to plead to new charges.

As long as we can reasonably
guarantee his safety.

What's he have to say about
his friends? Nothing.

There is one
other option though.

I can't turn on my family.

We're gonna lose our last chance
at nailing Vic.

You gotta make him believe
that Lemansky

gave it up for witness
protection.

Lemansky's talking,

and now all this bullshit
can blow back on me.

If he had a change of heart he
would have tipped us.

Or he wouldn't if his deal
meant us going down.

We go to the spot.
We'll take his temperature.

If he doesn't show,
assume he made the deal.

We got a way for you
to get to Mexico.

We got money parked
in an account for you.

It's all set up.
I'm not going that route.

Why did you even come back if
you weren't planning on leaving?

I came to see you guys.

I brought you some food.

Shane?

Are you happy, Detective Mackey?

Break them up.

We're gonna find out
who did this

and we're gonna kill him.

Ran down the grocery guy's
contacts.

No one's seen Guardo.
He's a goddamn ghost.

Anything south of the border?

Our federale is neck-deep
in some prison beef.

Couldn't help.

How did Guardo get Lem
to show up at that place?

Alone.

And the way he died...

Shit.

We find Guardo,

he dies the same way.

Only slower.

Yeah. He will.

If only he'd reached out
to us instead Becca.

- He should've trusted us, man.
- He was scared.

I didn't let the whole thing
with Antwon to go shit-side up...

Hey, this is nobody's fault.

You were a great cop.

You were a great friend.

Here's the 21 you deserve, man.

Partner go home?

Billings takes nine to five
very seriously.

Another homicide volunteer?
It's the third El Salvadoran

to confess to Lemansky's murder.

First two didn't get
one detail right.

This guy wasn't even
in the country when it happened.

Guy turns himself in, takes the
prison juice for the killing.

Keeps the heat off the gang.

Heat? What heat?

I haven't heard a peep
out of downtown.

No police funeral.
No press conference.

It's like Lemansky
never wore a badge.

He's ready to be processed.

Vic check in yet?

Uh, no.
I'll get this.

Hey. Is Vic around?
I can't get him on the phone.

No. He's still taking
some personal time.

He's not supposed to be back
till tomorrow.

Is everything okay?

I haven't heard from him
in days.

I leave messages.
He doesn't get back to me.

Kids are freaking out.

Well, I'm sure
he's just sorting things out.

Yeah.

I'll...
I'll get a message to him.

Have him call me.

Thanks.

AC. Oh, sorry to startle you.

Can I get a minute of your time?

What now, lieutenant?

I just wanna apologize

for my behavior last week
in Captain Wyms' office.

It was out of line.
I let it get too personal.

Yeah, you did.

I been, uh... I've been doing
a lot of soul searching

in the light
of Lemansky's death.

Trying to locate my motives.

Motives for what?

For finding his killer.

That's not your job.

Wyms' office is in charge
of that investigation.

I know. And Wagenbach,
he... He's a good man.

But he's only looking at this
from the Salvadoran angle.

What do you want, Jon?

Same thing I wanted last week.

Not gonna happen.
You can't see the line anymore.

Nobody can see the line. I mean,
Mackey, just keeps moving it.

Please. I just need a minute
of your time for a dead cop.

He deserves that.

Okay, what is it?

The brick of tar that we found
on Lemansky

was a part of something dirty
that Vic put into motion.

Curtis got caught.

Vic needed to protect himself.

So he let Lemansky take the plea

while he brokered a deal
with Antwon Mitchell

for his guy's safety
in the joint.

But the Mitchell deal,
it went bad.

Curtis, he panicked,
went on the run.

Vic knew that his guy
was gonna crack,

that Curtis was gonna turn on...

Mackey killed his own guy?

More than likely, he cut a deal
with the Salvadorans.

But somebody put that grenade
in Lemansky's lap.

And Vic, he knows who did it.

Let Wagenbach follow
the Salvadoran trail.

Let me look into Vic.

Discreet, respectful.

I want your report
end of day tomorrow.

We'll decide if it makes sense
to pursue.

You'll have it.

Thank you, sir.

There's... There's nothing new
on Lem.

We've been spending more time
knocking down false confessions.

It's all a smokescreen.
It's Guardo.

We stepped on
his drug protection play twice.

Killing Lem was a message
to stay away.

Been waiting on you.

Water Street Methadone Clinic
got torched.

Go check that out.

We're not arson patrol.

Well, it's a drug rehab
in a heavy gang area.

Look, I can't sign off on you
working Lem's murder.

Take a step back.
Focus on something else.

We find something out,
we'll let you know.

Hey, um,
Corrine was here last night.

She hadn't heard from you.
The kids were worried.

Maybe you should call her.

Right.

Shit. Split. Split.

Hey.
Hey, hold on, darling.

Hey, slow down.

Turn that shit off.

Come here. Come here.

Turn around, come back.

How's Antwon's favorite
errand bitch?

You got a need?

Yeah, to do this.

Damn, I got leftovers
older than you.

Yeah, but not as tasty.

Hey, looks like Moses
finally made it

to the land of milk
and underage honey.

She legal?
And all kind of willing.

Vic.

Goddamn, looks like business
has been good.

No thanks to you.
Goddamn empty safe.

Looks like your daddy might have
a broken sugar, darling.

Now, you wanna get off
the dead bangers list,

you learn to play by the rules.

The first one is:
We still make the rules.

Burned-out clinic on Water.

That's a One-Niner block.

Looks like you guys might be
holding the match.

We got no beef
with the methadonians.

No?
They good business.

How's them climbing
off the horse help you?

What we lose in H
we gain in benzos.

Some of them junkies
drop 10 tabs a day.

Clinic know that's going on?

They don't give a shit.
Getting clean's big money.

Turns those street junkies
into state-sponsored ones.

Hell, yeah.

Some of them zombies

been the on M-dose 20
goddamn years.

Oh, shit.

Get a hold
of the torched clinic,

see if anybody violent's trying
to kick their dose.

Someone on the jones?

Hurting, delusional,

I'd be setting fires.

Okay.

Call Wyms, have her post unis at
all the methadone facilities.

You.
Tell your fearless leader

he ever needs a favor,
he shouldn't hesitate to call.

I owe him one.

Clinic said Quentin Garth's
been doing

the home-study methadone kick.

This idiot's lowering
his own dosage?

Down to 30 mils. Volatile,

raging about how he's being
screwed by Big Medicine.

Threatened a counselor.

Lives here with his best friend.

No one's seen either
for two days.

Kitchen's clear.

Bedroom's clear.

Looks like Quentin's seen some
time in the desert.

Probably where
he picked up his habit.

You smell that?

Yeah.

Smells like burnt toast.

Kevin Smith.
The roommate.

Cracked his skull open,

went through his wallet,
left him for dead.

Glad this guy's his best friend,

I'd hate to see what he'd
do to his enemies.

Thank you.

Anything new on
the Lemansky murder?

N... No.

Um, I... I called you, actually.

Is there any way to get in touch
with your El Salvadoran CI?

Emolia? What you want
to talk to her for?

Guardo's my lead suspect.

She's seen him,
knows that world.

Figure maybe she's got
a pipeline.

She talked
about going to Seattle,

be with her sister.

I really don't know
where she is now.

Um, you parking here?

I thought your investigation
was over.

It is.

I'm opening a new one,

in conjunction
with Lemansky's death.

Creating a time line
for my lead suspect.

Uh, who is that?

This is footage from
the city and freeway cams

on the night that
Lemansky was murdered.

In his voluntary statement given
the next morning, Mackey said:

"It was too late to see my kids,
so I hopped on the 10,

"headed toward
the Coast Highway.

That drive always clears
my head."

You're establishing
a time line for Vic

on the night of the murder?

Yeah.

Lemansky and Mackey

were extraordinarily tight.

Plus, you got no motive.

Here's the thing.

I had Aceveda tell Mackey

that Lem was cutting a deal.

That he was giving up
Vic and his team

for immunity.

I knew that Mackey
would go to Curtis,

try to find out the truth.

So we were gonna tail him,

get him on aiding and abetting.

But Vic and his guys,
they shook us.

Couple hours later,

I see him standing
over Lemansky's body.

Jesus Christ.

Maybe it wasn't Mackey.

Maybe he couldn't do it,

but he needed it done.

He had Lem killed
because I gave him motive.

All right, let's get
an APB out on Quentin.

He's ex-military,
probably has guns.

Let's track down family members,
drug dealers.

Let's ask our clinic guy...

What's up?

What?

Have you seen this?

Claudette. You
knew about this shit?

I read it.

Lem gave 12 years to this
department.

God knows how many arrests.

Never saw his picture
in the paper once

for any of that.

Reporters got wind of the facts

and brass couldn't control
the spin.

Ah, that's bullshit.

Johnson's been looking
for a corruption goat

since he made chief.

He pinned the horns on Lem.

No, it's a shitty ending
to an ugly story.

And with the bad cop buried,

you and the department
get a fresh start, right?

What happened to Lemansky
was an awful thing. I'm sorry.

But he made the choice to
stash the heroin in his car.

He made the choice to run.

Kavanaugh browbeat that
admission out of him.

Then he threatened to dump him
in Antwon's bottom bunk.

He ran 'cause he was scared.

He forced Lem to make
another deal.

What are you talking about?

Becca said that Lem made
a second deal

with Kavanaugh and the chief.

The only way Lemansky
could make another deal

was if he turned in
other dirty cops and he didn't.

What?

It was the same deal.
He was willing to do more time

if IAD could assure him they'd
keep him out ofAntwon's reach.

He was killed
before it went through.

No...

Police Council is making
a formal statement this evening.

We'll be as respectful
as we can.

Let me guess.

That respectful face
is Aceveda's.

What do you think?

Aceveda said that... That...

That Lem gave us up. That he...

He told them
about the money train.

Kavanaugh must have
heard a rumor.

Had his wetback bitch feed it
to us, put us in motion.

And we goddamn ate it up.

Made me think
my own guy turned on me.

Hey, Julien. What the hell
is Kavanaugh doing here?

Heard he's working
Lemansky's murder with Dutch.

According to his visa stamp,

Rene arrived in L.A. 18 hours
after Lemansky was killed.

He says he's got two cousins
who saw him kill Lemansky.

Um, cousins got addresses?

He doesn't know.

Right.

I need a minute with you.

Okay.

Um, run the cousins' names
through INS, DMV,

see if you can find addresses.

What?

Kavanaugh's working
Lem's murder?

An angle of it,
and it's not my choice.

Which angle?

He... He didn't really
go into any detail.

Don't dick me around, Dutch man.

You're the angle.

Hey.

Hey. Oh, I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. I was just...
just taking a minute.

Oh, my God.

Wow, he's big.

He's beefy and happy.

You mind if, ah...

No, here you go.

Hey, it's okay.

I just had to take care
of some insurance stuff,

so I thought I'd show him off.

Yeah.

He's beautiful, Danny.

Thanks.

See you.
Yeah.

Say "bye."

Let's go inside, come on.

Guess I should start making

my funeral arrangements now,
right, lieutenant?

Why would you wanna do that,
detective?

Seems like every cop
you investigate ends up dead.

I'm not at liberty to discuss

the details
of my investigation with you.

You get my best friend blown up,
you come into my house

you hang your mistake
and your guilt on me.

Detail enough?

I know this must be
the grief talking.

At what point do your bosses
realize

you're as delusional
as that sick,

crazy, twisted ex-wife of yours?

I guess the same time that yours
realize

that you've murdered
two of your own team members.

Mackey! Kavanaugh!

Knock it off! Knock it off!

Get your hands off me.

Now!

Jesus, I got a goddamn lump.

What the hell was that?
Not the first time.

He and Mackey went at it
at Lemansky's crime scene.

Took nine unis to break it up.

Shit.
This is you being discreet?

Mackey advanced
on me both times.

It was self-defense.
You saw that.

IAD's supposed to be
the objective eyes

of the department.

Objectivity doesn't lead
to brawls and pissing matches.

I don't need that report.
You're done with Mackey.

You're off of this.

Come on.
Get your ass out of the Barn

before I hit you
with an insubordination beef.

Okay. Look, stop.

I have proof that
Vic had Lemansky killed.

I do.

What proof?

Emolia Melendez.

Um, Vic used her to get
a message to the El Salvadorans.

She set up Lem's murder for Vic.

You told Dutch that
you didn't know where she was.

I know. She called me.
She was terrified.

Maybe she was trying to
create another revenue source.

Is there anything
this woman won't say for a buck?

Mackey threatened her kid.

She was terrified.
She had no choice.

You're just bringing this
to us now?

I've seen Mackey

slip out of every noose
we've hung around him.

I don't even know who to
trust around here anymore.

I mean, you gave me
till the end of the day

and I was just trying to put
the pieces together

before I brought them to you.

Let's bring her in.
Let's hear her.

All right.

DEA gave us some leads

to where Emolia might be.

Dutch is out there
running them down.

Great.
I'll give him a call.

Emolia. It's Jon. Jon Kavanaugh.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You alone?

Sebastio's at my mom's. Why?

No detective...

A detective hasn't come
in here, right?

No. What's the matter?

No toys.

What, Sebastio's spending
all his time at your mom's?

Yeah, he's safe there.

What you afraid of?

I snitched on Guardo.

People know.

They want me dead.

What about Vic?

He doesn't got your back now?

Vic ain't shit for me.

Not taking care of you anymore?

Him and his guys shit all over
me. Called Sebastio a retard.

That's wrong.
I'm sorry about that.

But I have a way
to make things right.

Jesus.

Lem didn't rat.

You made me believe
my own guy turned on me.

I have people waiting
in my office.

You were in bed
with Kavanaugh the whole time.

No, Kavanaugh played us both.
Squeezed me too.

I had no choice.

Bullshit.

Your jones to hurt me
let you turn a blind eye

to what he was doing to Lem.

You knew about
the Antwon threat.

That scare put him on the run.
Got him killed.

What, so it's my fault?

When do you ever
take responsibility, Vic?

When is anything your fault?

If you weren't a heartbeat away
from being forced out

right now... What?

What? You'd take my badge?
Go ahead.

Is that what you
and Kavanaugh want?

Take it all. Here.

Take it.

What the hell are you doing?

You wanna end a career,
you do it straight up.

To someone who's still alive,

who can still look you
right in the eye.

I'm sorry about Lem.

Then don't disgrace him.

You know, it's not my fault.

It's not my call.

I'm just the face
of the decision.

I say that Vic used me
as a middleman

to set up the hit on his guy.

Yes. He had it all planned out.

Gave you the exact time
and place where Lem would be.

We'll go over
the exact details later.

Thought you stopped other cops
from doing this thing?

Vic did this.

I'm just trying to get you
to tell the truth.

It's just somebody else's truth,
that's all.

I won't get in trouble?

No, we're gonna tell them that
he threatened your son.

That, uh... That you were scared,

and you had no other choice
but to do this.

And I'll get all those things?
A house with a pool?

Uh, monthly checks...
This is real, Emolia.

This is real.

It might be my mom.

Emolia Melendez?
You in there?

It's Detective Wagenbach.

I just need to ask you
a few questions.

You're not in trouble.

Um, ma'am. Excuse me, ma'am?

Okay. I need a place where Vic
will want to meet you.

Needs to be a public place,
but it's not very crowded.

Uh, sewing shop. Um...

Did some work for them
the other day.

Do you speak English?

Exc... Gracias.

- Hello? Wagenbach.
- Dutch.

Jon Kavanaugh.

Uh, did the captain call you?

No. Why?

Emolia.
She reached out to me.

I'm on my way to meet her.
She's at Tama Costura,

a, uh, sewing shop on Haden.

Um, are you sure about that?

I got some possible 20s
from calls her sister made.

I think she's dodging
my knock at one of them.

Okay, you do whatever you want.

But I would think a sewing shop

would be great to follow up
your Guardo lead.

But this is your case.
Whatever.

Um, yeah. Okay. Okay.
I'll meet you there.

And then what did he do?

Shot out the door.

Called me a sick shithead,

and then tried to cap me.

Got this diving out of the way.

You have any idea who it was,
Axl?

Never seen him before.

Think you could describe him
for a sketch artist?

Yeah. I got one of those
photogenic memories.

Look, someone is unhappy
with him peddling filth

to the neighborhood.

Porn's a billion-dollar
industry.

What? All I'm saying
is there's a lot of people

who are okay with it.
All right, look,

you start knocking on doors
across the street, all right?

I'll get these.

Use some tight-ass lube
yourself, Sparky.

What am I supposed to do?

Just sit back
and let this shitbag

tank my career too?

He's goddamn poison.

Kavanaugh's not my problem.

Oh, I am?

Pensions hasn't received
your retirement paperwork.

Still sorting that out.

You were supposed
to keep a low profile

so you can get out with a piece
of your pension.

There's been a lot
going on around here.

Phillips thinks
too much is going on.

This came directly
from the chief's office.

This puts my retirement
effective immediately.

If you take it now,

the chief will see you get
a piece of your pension.

Why now?

I had until my 15 mark.

Certain things are in motion.

This is a lifeline.

Sign this and it'll save us
all a lot of grief.

If you don't...

You can't cut me loose.
It's not my idea.

Brass is gonna be watching
every move you make.

You need me to make
this place work.

I need people I can trust.

So you won't help me fight this.

You know a reason I should?

Quentin showed up at another
clinic.

Unis spooked him.
He's got hostages.

Who you gonna trust with that?

All right, boys, here it is.

This guy's got a doctor,
a mother,

and her three-month-old son
trapped in an examining room.

He's doused the doc and mother
with gasoline.

Threatened to use
them as kindling

if they didn't shut down
all the methadone clinics.

Negotiator and SWAT's 30 minutes out.
Let's go.

Shane. You coming?

Shane.

Yeah. Yeah.

Shit.

He's gonna shoot the cans,

blow the hallway if he needs
to seal himself off.

Hey. There skylights
in every room in this place?

Get her out of here.

All right,
get me a peeper scope.

And go on the roof,

see if I can look in
on what's happening there.

I don't want anyone
rattling this guy's cage.

I don't want anyone
talking to him. Hey.

Are you with me?
Yeah.

Because Ronnie
and I can take care of this...

Look, I'm here, man.
No, you're not.

We got innocents
soaked with gasoline.

I need your head in the game.

It is. I promise.
I'm okay.

Okay.

Can I help you?

You have any idea where Vic is?

I haven't seen him
since Lem's memorial.

No, I don't. I mean, I saw him
at the Barn for a second.

That's about it.

You think Vic's staying here?

It crossed my mind.

He's not.

Sorry.

Hey.

Vic and me.
We're not a thing.

What about that thing
in your arms?

Look, whatever shit pile
you're cleaning up with your ex,

don't come dumping it
on my doorstep.

And don't ever call my son
a thing, you uptight bitch.

I'm not uptight, sweetheart,

I'm a realist.

You have no idea what has been
dumped on your doorstep.

Vic, he is not
gonna be there for him.

Well, I don't need
anyone's help.

Really? You think you're gonna
be a full-time cop

and take care of this kid
all by yourself?

Just 'cause you couldn't
doesn't mean I won't be able to.

Really? And what if they tell
you that he's autistic, huh?

My son is fine.

They're all fine at first.
But we have two autistic kids

and there's a genetic
predisposition for siblings.

Maybe you're the one
with the screwed up genes.

Maybe. Maybe not.
But keep your eyes open.

Because the sooner
the doctors know,

the more they can do for him,
okay?

Mom and the doc
are jammed in a corner.

The baby is on a table
by the door.

If we can get him
to give up the kid,

SWAT can drop down between
the junkie and the innocents.

I'll get an ETA on SWAT and the negotiator.

Jesus Christ.
Don't hurt that little baby.

Stop it. I'm gonna kill
this goddamn thing, man!

Shh. Be quiet.
Everybody just shut the hell up!

I'm gonna kill
this goddamn thing.

Hey, Quentin.
Shane.

Quentin.
Listen to me, man.

Look, the reason
the baby's crying

is because of the gasoline.

The fumes are probably
burning his eyes.

What the hell is he doing?

You better get down here.

Just hand the kid over to me.
Get a little peace and quiet.

Just focus on what you gotta do,
man.

Who the hell are you, man?
Who the hell...?

I'm a cop.

What?
I'm a cop.

I'm Shane Vendrell.
I'm unarmed.

Now, just hand over
the crying kid

and take me instead.

The quiet detective is a much
better bargaining chip, man.

Nah.

It's a con.

You're full of shit.
Just like everything else.

No, it's no con.
Shut up!

It's not a con! It's not...

Quentin.

Quentin, listen to me.
Open the door, buddy.

Quentin, open the door. Look.

Look, okay? Look.

Look, buddy. See? See?

Christ.
See?

Oh, my God.
See this?

Jesus Christ, Shane.

Look, man. It's no con, man.

It's no con.

Get ready to move.

Any point you think I'm lying

Just... You just flick your Bic,
brother.

Okay?

Don't worry. I will, man.

Shit! What the...?

Quentin.

Quentin, listen to me, man.

Is there a closet in there
or a cabinet or something?

Somewhere where the baby
can breathe?

Yeah, I mean, it's... I...

Good. Just put him in there,
and close the door, okay?

It keeps the fumes
out of his eyes.

See, I told you, Quentin.

I told you, man,
you can trust me.

All right, dawg.

Vic, the
psycho's going for Shane.

Stop right there.

You got him?

Are you all right?

Agh. Yeah.

Took one in the vest.
Check the kid.

You wanna tell me what the hell
happened back here?

We just saved three innocents
from a homicidal junkie.

Maybe you could draw up
the paperwork.

Let me sign it.

You lied to me. You lied!

Captain, here's a sketch
of that guy

that shot up the sex shop
this morning.

Black, early twenties, earrings.

Narrows things down.

Uh, I don't have anybody free.

Could you jump on
this porn shop shooting?

Sounds titillating,
but I'm still a little woozy.

That's what I get for trying
to keep the peace, right?

Maybe you should go home.

Well, if I leave now, it chews
up one of my personal days.

You know, I'm gonna hang,
and clean up some paperwork.

I'll be okay.

Thank God.

Circulate it to the skin joints,
bookstores.

See if he's a regular.
Okay.

Oh, uh, DMV didn't have
any of the addresses

on the cousins of the
El Salvadorian we questioned.

And I'm still waiting on INS.

Good girl.

Good girl?

It's part of my new
mentoring philosophy.

Right.

I thought you were meeting
Kavanaugh and picking up Emolia.

Me too.
Sent me to the sewing shop.

It was closed.
No one ever showed.

Vic said I should tell Guardo
I was sorry for turning on him.

Offer up my handler
as restitución.

He knew that Guardo
would wanna hurt the cop

that crushed
his drug protection comeback.

Jesus.
You told him it was Lem.

Vic gave me the place, the time.

I set it up, told him it was a
blond cop I'd been working for.

You did this because Vic
threatened your son?

Said if I did it,
he'd give me 500 bucks.

If I didn't, Sebastio's
hospital bill

would be a hundred times
that much.

What choice did I have?

You have the money?
No.

He was supposed to drop it off
at the sewing shop yesterday.

He never did.
I got scared.

Figured if he could off
his own guy that way,

what's to stop him
from killing me and my boy?

That's why she called me.

I got a man
staying with her mother

and with her son right now.

Yeah.

I just want us all to be safe.

Far away from Vic.

Phillips is on his way.

We should wait till he gets here

before we get into
more of these details.

You did fine.

Hey, uh, what happened to you?

I went to the sewing shop.

Oh, sorry about that.

Emolia moved her meeting place
three times

after I talked to you.

Where'd you finally meet her?

Behind Sid's.
Um, coffee place on Wilton.

Um, the place across
from the 101 on-ramp?

I think so. I think so.

Um, ask Emolia, she'd know.

Anyway, no harm, no foul.
Yeah, yeah.

Easy. Ow!

I know you're pissed at me...

Listen, you know what,

I don't give a shit
if I hear from you, okay?

I'll make it up to the kids.

Hope you have another
bag of cash

put aside for the years
of therapy they'll need.

Now, don't say that.

Cass is just like you.

She internalizes everything...

Hey.

Doing okay?

Yeah. I'll live.

As long as my ex isn't the one
taking care of me.

Hey, Corrine.
Hey.

You know, we're gonna need
an x-ray of that shoulder, okay?

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Good.

I'm good. I still smell
a little like diesel.

Just like Ronnie's aftershave.

What the hell was that today?

I just saw a way
to make your plan work.

My plan wasn't turning you
into a Duraflame.

I've had enough funerals
for one week.

It was just my own little spin.

Put another one
in the win column though, right?

Listen, man.

We've all been beating
ourselves up about Lem.

But it's like you said, man.

It's nobody's fault

except Guardo's.

Yeah.
Hey.

Come here.

Look, Wyms and the chief

are trying to push
through my retirement.

I'm not sure why,
but I don't have much time.

No, man...

That's why you can't get
reckless. You hear me?

I'm gonna need your help
to finish this thing.

I can't lose you too, Shane.

You won't.

This doesn't add up.

The pieces fit.
Motive, timing.

He's got a compelling case.

Look, you and I both know
Vic is a cop

with, uh, questionable ethics.

He capable of killing
another cop? Maybe.

But Lem?

Her story's a little neat.

I'm at the last house
on the DEA list.

I knock, I definitely
hear someone inside.

Maybe two people.
They don't come to the door.

Then I get a call from Kavanaugh

sending me off and running
to the sewing shop?

Seems strange.

You think he's pushing
the story?

Lying?

And that doesn't fit either.

Here's a guy who wouldn't bend
the rules for his ex-wife

when any other cop
in this building would have.

I know that look.

Something's not right.

Chief wants Vic
on the retired list

before we file any charges.

He's not going without a fight.

What do you want me to do?

Stick to the Guardo angle.
Bring Vic in for questioning.

See what he has to say
about Emolia's story.

Okay.

I'm gonna head home now.

I might need to take
that personal day tomorrow.

We'll try to fill the void.

Uh, Vic?

Cruising for interns?

How's the shoulder?

Kevlar's my friend.

Um, Kavanaugh's brought
in a witness.

Claims you hired
the El Salvadorians to kill Lem.

What witness?
Emolia Melendez.

What's Kavanaugh offering her?

Witness protection.

So you here to arrest me?

Right now, I just need
a statement.

You think I did it? Lem?

I need to take you
back to the Barn.

Well, I can drive myself.

Okay.
I'll see you back there.

Mackey's lawyer will paint her
as a paid snitch

promised the American dream
in exchange for her testimony.

There's no evidence
backing this story.

That's why I want to continue
this investigation.

This report,
it's not complete yet.

What about Wagenbach's
El Salvadorian suspect?

I've seen Dutch cozying up
to Mackey.

I don't know where
his loyalty lands.

I think we need to get him
off this Lemansky case.

We don't want another guy
tipped off and on the run.

Okay.

I'll talk to Wyms about it.
But this time,

if you can't keep it
from becoming personal,

I'll go disciplinary
on you, Jon.

You'll lose those LT bars.

You hear that?
I hear it.

Tell the chief he's got my word.

Nothing personal.

What's this?

Requesting today's footage
from the 101 freeway cam

at the Wilton on-ramp.

Across from Sid's Coffee.

Just a hunch.

Any sign of Vic?

Not yet.

Captain, a guy fitting
the description

of our sex shop shooter was seen
in four other video stores.

He bought out
every copy of that.

I am not familiar
with Dick 'N' Granny series.

Hopo Productions
is owned and operated

by Holes and Poles Inc.

That the owner who got shot at?

Yes. Not only is Axl
the producer,

director and distributor...

But guess who's wearing
the Nixon mask?

Your Richard Nixon mask
a refiection

of your political bent,

or are you just afraid to be
associated with your own smut?

It's my hook.

I'm Richard Nixon
and I'm "dickin' granny."

Yeah, we get it.
W-who's the old lady?

Why? She's of age, right?
Heh-heh.

Look, all my actors sign
contracts.

Whoever shot at you bought
every copy of that in the city.

Maybe he's a little upset
about you dickin' granny.

Shit.

Number three.

Uh, forgot her name.
First-timer.

She was raw.

But, you know, in the end,

I always get a good performance.

We need a name and address.

It's Vic.

Yeah?

Anyone ever tell you

that you have incredibly
expressive eyes?

Ever been on film?

Ever been in a mug book?

Family emergency.
He can't come in right now.

He'll run out of emergencies.
Then we'll get to the truth.

Hard to believe
this place was ever a church.

We can track down Axl's
granny in the morning.

It's been a long day.
I'm okay.

I'll wait for the address
and follow it up tonight.

It's your first week.

You can't keep up
this kind of pace.

I'm... I'm just talking
general health.

You gotta...
You gotta take care of yourself.

Can I tell you something?
Doesn't go beyond these pews?

Of course.

Phillips paid me a visit today.

If I don't turn
this place around

before the quarterly statistics
come out,

they might be saying mass
down there again real soon.

I'm Captain Wyms. Sorry
to disturb you so late, ma'am.

Do you know this man?

Edmond.

Edmond?

Stop! Stop!

Drop the gun!

Drop that gun!

Drop... Drop the gun.
Please, kid.

Drop the gun.
Please don't make me shoot.

Drop the gun or I will shoot.

Edmond, don't!

Drop it now, goddamn it.

Just drop the gun, kid.

- Do it now.
- Drop the gun.

Get on your knees.

- Why'd you do it, Grandma?
- Get down on your knees!

Get down on your knees
right now!

Why'd you let that man
do that to you?

He got arrested for stealing
a car six months ago.

I needed his bail money.

Shouldn't have done it, Grandma.

Why did you be his whore?

What are you doing here?

You got Emolia to lie for you.

Now you know the difference
between a lie and the truth?

You think I'm a cop killer?

Maybe I am.

You're a cop, right?

That sounds like a direct threat
on my life, detective.

Know what that means?

It means you just stepped onto

an entirely new playing field.

For your sake,

I hope you know
the rules of the game.

That it? You came all the way
down here

just to blow words by me?

It's a street tactic.

Always let the bad guy know
you're on to his game.

Makes him change tack.

So he makes mistakes.

Then I guess I should let
you know

that you're wanted
for questioning

in the murder
of Curtis Lemansky.

There are unis at your house.

And they're waiting to bring you
in.

Gavino Galles?

This is the address
INS gave me for the cousin.

Nobody home.

What a shock.
Let's go.

Oh, that's gross.

Dutch. Bloody cat prints.

Crime scene.
Tread lightly.

Six-Paul-32 requesting
four additional units

and CSU at 89 San Marcos.

I've got multiple 187s.

Three, possibly four...

You gotta be shittin' me.

They're asleep.

Just didn't feel like
going home.

Sorry I dropped out this week.

They just need
to hear your voice.

What is it?
Kavanaugh's trying to prove

I had something to do
with Lem's death.

Oh, my God.
That's ridiculous.

Yeah, he got some
lowlife CI to lie for him.

What're you gonna do?

These circumstances.
Let me get right to it.

Last year, Captain Rawling
initiated an inquiry

into the Farmington
Gang and Drug unit.

Supervised by Lieutenant
Kavanaugh from IAD,

this department conducted

a seven-month investigation...

Daddy.

Get out. Go back in your room
right now!

I'm sorry,
I just didn't want her to see.

He fled justice,
became a wanted fugitive.

No doubt the thought
of spending years in prison

was a frightening proposition.

We'll never know what triggered
Detective Lemansky's reluctance

to serve his time,

because less than 24 hours
later,

he was found brutally murdered.

Someone dropped a live grenade
in the front seat of his car.

That murder investigation
is ongoing, and as of yet,

no suspects are in custody.

And our condolences go out

to Detective Lemansky's
friends and family.

But within this tragedy,
there is a message.

One that I hope will shake
this department to its core.

Breaking the law
and wearing a badge

is a dangerous combination.

And this city will not
tolerate it.

This department
will not tolerate it.

It's the primary objective
of this Police Council

over the next 18 months

to squash corruption
within our own ranks.

And cops involved
in any illegal activities

will be rooted out.

They will be relieved of duty

and prosecuted
to the full extent of the law.

Just as Detective Curtis
Lemansky was being prosecuted

for his corrupt actions.

You son of a bitch.

This community needs
police officers

who are peaceful and
trustworthy civil servants.

It's our goal

to return dignity

and respect to the badge,

and to the men and women
who wear one,

a reason to be proud.

Nothing personal.