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Previously on The Shield:

We can order some Chinese food.

I got a bottle of wine
I want to open.

Is this a date?

Do you want it to be?

Looks like Moses finally made it
to the land

of milk and underaged honey.

Lem, I'm sorry.
But I had to, right?

We're gonna find out
who did this.

And we're gonna kill him.

You know what,
maybe he didn't do it, man.

If it wasn't Guardo,
who else was it?

Look at him, man.
If he had a name,

don't you think he would
have told us by now?

Just means he was acting alone.

Whose jacket?
Kevin Hiatt.

Used to be a rising star at INS.

He's ours starting next week.

You won't add anyone to my team
I don't have approval of.

He's not your addition,
he's your replacement.

Gunfire!

Come on boys, let's go.

- Don't shoot!
- Hold your fire!

It wasn't me!
They got guns in there!

Stand back.

Please, stand back, everybody.

Give me the CliffsNotes.

No read on how many inside.

Can't get a visual.
No one's talking.

Any shots fired
since you got here?

A couple.
Sounded semiautomatic.

He's coming in, hold positions.

We got him covered.

Vic. Kevin
Hiatt, your replacement.

Hey. Looks like I found the fun.

Gang shootout. Multiple shots
fired, called 10 minutes ago.

Stay down. Both of you.

Go, go, go.

Uh, did he just give me
a time-out?

Sunday's predawn attack...

Curious crowd
through the streets of Cairo,

Beirut and Gaza City,
and prompting Arab leaders

who have been the strongest
advocates of peace

to issue statements...

In Egypt, which has
a peace treaty with Israel,

dozens of opposition lawmakers

joined hundreds of protesters
in the streets of Cairo...

Hey!
Let me see your hands!

Now or never, asshole!

- Shit.
- Jesus Christ.

One of them Niners
shot us up and then took off.

Put some pressure on that,
sweetheart, okay?

Hey!
Get your hands on your head!

Now! Get your hands
on your head!

I can't, man. I can't move.

Hey.

I was getting splinters
in my ass sitting on the bench.

Figured I'd chip in.

Asher.
This one's not colored up.

Keep him away
from the One-Niners.

You got it.

He had Lem's gun, man.

It was in my trunk. He probably
just pulled it out.

Tossing you out is bullshit.

Doing it for some cop
in diapers?

How do we squash this?

How about some
official introductions,

since we all have
our hands free now?

Shane Vendrell, Ronnie Gardocki,
this is Kevin Hiatt.

How's it going?

I'll take that.

Listen, I, uh... I heard
about your boy. Lemansky.

Um, I lost a partner on
the border three years ago.

It's a bitch of a thing
and, uh, I-I'm sorry.

Lem was more than a partner.

Well, of course he was.

Listen, uh, ride with me.
Yeah.

I can give you the rundown
on the One-Niners

on the way to the Barn.

I've reassigned units to enforce
the One-Niner injunction.

Well, that should
keep things to a low boil

until we know
what we're dealing with.

Having Hiatt around here
might be a good thing for you.

Give you a chance to show
you can play well with others.

Ah, it's a little late for me
to win Miss Congeniality.

What do you think:
Spookstreet or the Byz Lats

heard that the One-Niners
were having a square dance,

decided to crash?

Hotshot here learns
three gang names

on his ride in, has to show off.

I was about to tell Vic
that you're gonna bring in

your own guys, eventually
expanding the team.

What about Shane and Ronnie?
Plan is to keep them on.

I'd like two teams here
under Hiatt's supervision.

There's not a lot of people
who can do this job.

I know. That's why I set up
an appeals panel

to review your retirement.

We meet in two weeks.

If the panel's convinced
that we need you...

Heh. Aceveda will never support
that.

He's got a lot
riding on the Barn.

And if you're not in charge,
he'll feel more comfortable.

But if you want me
to make that case,

show me you can make it work.

Listen, I gotta deal with this.

I'll make it work.

Well, I gotta say
I'm a little confused.

I lied to Mackey. In three weeks
he's gone. Period.

But if he knows that,
he'll start working some angle,

looking for loopholes.
I'm trying to keep him

on his best behavior.

Especially for your sake.

Well, that's kind of cold.

What do you know about Vic?

Rumors, mostly.

I know he's made
an ass-load of arrests.

And I know that two guys
on his team

got dead
in the last three years.

Another went head first
through a windshield.

So if we're banging down doors

I better make sure Mackey's
where I can see him.

You'll be fine as long as he
doesn't have a problem with you.

Now I've taken care of that.
Have a seat.

How about I start putting
my own team together now?

Swing the numbers
my way a little.

We do have good cops
around here.

I'll think on it.

Everything okay? I
can... Oh, fine.

No, no, no, stay. Um, maybe
you should all hear this.

I feel really stupid
for saying this out loud

and normally I don't even
believe in this stuff.

But I woke up this morning

and I felt like was given
a message.

What are you talking about?

I had this dream last night
and we were all there,

in our old backyard,
having a barbecue.

Only... Only it wasn't
our old yard, you know?

It was... It was this beautiful
place by this precipice.

And Lem was there.

And, uh, he was wearing
his usual jeans,

but he had on
this pinstriped shirt.

And... And his hair was shorter.

And he was younger,
like when I first met him.

He was wrestling
with one of you guys.

I don't remember which.

But then he wanted
burgers for you guys.

Uh, really well-done.
No pink.

The thing is, when I turned
to give him the burgers,

he got really mad, and he said
I made them all wrong.

I'd never seen him like that.
He was shouting.

And then... And then
you came over to him

and you said, it's all right

you'd learn to eat
your burgers like that.

Then he got really calm
and he said,

"Okay. It's all gonna be okay."

And then he stepped
off the cliff

and he didn't go up or down.

He just disappeared
into this, like, haze.

I know this sounds crazy,
but I think it was Lem.

I think he wanted me
to tell you this story.

Maybe it means that
everything's gonna be okay.

Right?

Let it go, man.
It's just a dream.

Corrine knows we've all
been hurting lately,

thought it would give us some
comfort. Just go with it.

He didn't disappear
up in the sky.

He disappeared sideways.
How is that comforting?

He lost friends today.

We lead with that.

Don't show sympathy.

Gangbangers see weakness,
they tighten up.

I've done gang work before.
Well, this isn't the Valley

or the Rio Grande.
This is the majors.

Listen, you're not ready
for this.

I know Immigration
isn't a cakewalk...

I saw shit on that border
even you can't imagine,

four years' worth.

I understand.
But all those Mexis

too smart to get picked up?
We got them.

Plus black gangs, Russian mob,
Salvadorans, Asians,

Armenians and more,
all in the same square mile.

What do you want me to say?

You're right.

So you know, get me ready.

All your dead
buddies were wearing

the same One-Niner ink as you.

Altered, just like yours.
You starting up a new faction?

Either you're founding a new set
or you're trying to jump out.

Both are punishable by death.

My guess is
you wanted to get out.

In which case,
you're not a bad guy.

But I'm looking at you now, man,
with your...

Your locked jaw,
your pissed-off stare.

Man, I'm a black man,
and you a cop.

So picture me with a puppy.

Give you that warm,
fuzzy feeling.

Look, man,
banging ain't my life no more.

I been straight for four months.

Well, explain the .22 you were
carrying when we popped you.

It's a thing we
call self-defense, man.

If you're so squeaky,
why are you and your boys

meeting up with the One-Niners?

I need to know
about Vantes, man.

If he got out.

All the other dead
were wearing One-Niner colors.

Now, start talking.

Cervantes is the leader
of the revolution.

And Vantes say,
"Oppressors are oppressors.

It don't matter
if you black or you white."

You already know
how much One-Niner soldiers make

hustling all day, all night.

They all might as well
be just flipping burgers.

That's oppression.

Breaking ties
with the One-Niners

over drug money
ain't exactly noble.

We quit selling.
That's why we quit paying.

Banging doesn't come
with an out clause.

So, what was your escape plan
for getting out alive?

Just a bunch of boys
from the block,

we all jumped out together.

Safety in numbers.

How many?

There's about seven.

I mean, the meeting
was supposed to be

us settling up with the Niners.

Making sure everything
was solid.

Why the guns?

We ain't stupid, man.

Anyway,

the Niners, they shot first.

And the revolution begins.

Come on! Stop that!

You with me?
Yeah.

One-Baker-23, we're
Code 6 to the alley rear.

I almost finish up!

Hands up!

Get your hands up!

No.

Get back!

What do you want?
What do you want?

I do nothing. I do nothing.

You all right? Hey?

One-Baker-23.
I need a paramedic

for an assault victim.
Hey, I was watching that.

Hey, get a life, asshole.

Got one, officer.

Vantes Carter.
He's a low-level One-Niner.

I sent him to Corcoran
about a year ago

for dealing, possession,
but this kid,

he's more of a thinker
than a slanger.

He spent his eight months
reading Malcolm X, Huey Newton.

As soon as he was released, he
started pulling his buddies out.

They stayed under the radar
until they stopped paying taxes.

That meet this
morning was a setup.

Get the rebels in one place,
take them all out at once.

Look, these kids are trying
to get their lives straight.

Make up for their mistakes.

How many of these
revolutionaries are there?

Minus the two that are dead,

and the one in interrogation,
four. All in the wind.

With a hundred or so
One-Niners after their heads.

Got a plan?
Find Vantes and his boys.

Get them off the streets,
for starters.

Yeah? Thanks for weighing in.

First thing we gotta do
is have a sit-down with Moses.

He's the head of the One-Niners.

See if we can't convince him
to back off.

We can introduce him to
the new guy, while we're at it.

Meantime, let's get the ball
rolling, find these kids.

Keep me informed.

Shane's still real raw
about Lem.

It's nothing personal.

Ah, it hits everybody different.

Yeah.

How are you doing?

I been better lately.

Fifty bucks says Mackey
and the new guy

get into it
by the end of the day.

Heh. No, thanks.

Lowe and Sofer interrupted
a rape in progress.

The victim's Graciela Sanchez.
She's in the system.

She ran away from her
fourth foster home

two months ago.
She's at Mission Cross.

I love the smell of underage
sexual assault in the morning.

I didn't mean that
the way it came out.

Julien and Danny are, uh,
riding together?

Uh, for the moment. Suspect's
been apprehended at the scene.

Uh, what about Tina?
She out sick?

No, she transferred out.

Finally make your move?

Scare Hanlon and her bikini
briefs out the door?

He said cops would be coming.

Come on.

We're all out back.

Hey, after all that shit
we've cleaned up for Moses.

We shouldn't be talking to this
asshole in front of Hiatt.

What? Do you think he's gonna
admit to killing Kern?

For Christ's sakes,
Hold it together. Yeah, good.

'Cause I've got a shot
at keeping my job.

There's an appeals hearing
for me. I'll fill you in later.

But for now, help me be helpful.

Mackey's lackeys.

Rib eye's almost done,
but I got a minute.

Who's this?

Detective Hiatt. But you
can call me Detective Hiatt.

You're gonna be seeing
a lot of him.

Let me save you time asking.
I gots nothing for you.

Low-level shit ain't my concern.

Your boys set up a shooting
gallery at a chicken shack.

If one of my lieutenants is
having problems in his quadrant,

he solves it.

I got zero knowledge.

Might be good for you

to let Vantes and his boys
go their own way.

I mean, what's seven soldiers
in an army full of assholes?

You fall for that
"Vantes the Revolutionary" shit?

Just a scam to take
more cut for himself.

You got an eye cramp?

Thought we told you to stay away
from the tweener pussy.

You be having a good day, now.

Graciela's tox report came back

with extremely high levels
of GHB.

She was practically in a coma
when we got her.

Date-rape drugs.

Twenty-first-century chivalry
in action.

Yeah, we've gotten lazy
as a society.

Why write a sonnet when you can
slip a girl a Mickey?

Yeah, anyway, her rape kit
reads from A to Z.

In addition to fresh
vaginal tearing,

she showed signs
of significant anal trauma.

There's something else.

Jesus.

Before he raped her?

Appears to be one
or two days old.

What do you think it means?

There's no point
in lying, Mahud.

Two police officers
caught you raping her.

I screw her, but I no rape her.

What does "Go home" mean?

So, what happened?
Uh, you... You get a hard-on,

you slipped her a roofie
at some club? Huh?

You give drugs? She go sleep?

I find her,
she look like hooker. I say:

"Give 20 bucks for quick bang?"
She nodded okay.

Either way, at some point
she became unconscious.

What? I'm supposed to stop?

Yeah!

Why do you want her to go home?

I give her 20 bucks,
in her pocket. Look and see.

Come here.

What?

He didn't cut her up.

Great.

Vantes framed this himself.

Said it reminds him
of where he's been

and don't want to go again.

Look, let us get your son
somewhere safe.

He's better off on his own.

Hey, hey. Hey.
Shit. Get inside.

Keep your head down.

What's up?

What's up, man?

Yo, cracker.

Yeah, got a hard one
coming through here, man.

Get out of here, assholes.

Niners been driving by here

every five minutes all day,
acting tough.

My boy's got to hide from them
and you just the same.

Tell us where your son is.
Vantes can't do this on his own.

Oh, he won't have to.

See, a lot of people
think my boy is a hero.

Look, please.

If you want your son
to be a live hero,

not a dead martyr,
have him call me.

I just want to talk.

If I would have known
I was gonna see you today,

I would've worn
that little top you like.

I thought you were gonna stop
seeing that asshole.

I know.

It's just hard
to find the moment.

Well, try harder.

I don't want him touching you.

Okay, baby.

What you want?

You.
But I need Moses' lieutenant

who's cracking down on Vantes.

Lieutenant's Angelo Owens.

But he's just doing this
because Moses came down on him.

I mean, them boys, they been
friends their whole lives.

Where's Angelo?

Blue house on Wornall,
by the gas station.

Look, don't get me in trouble
with the Niners.

Anybody messes with you, Tilli,

they're the ones
in trouble, okay?

End it with Moses. Today.

I need you to do that.

For me. Okay?

One-Niners are all clamped down.
They wanna settle this in-house.

What about families? Somebody
knows where these kids are.

The Niners have got them
too scared to talk

or they don't know
where they are.

I want to send a message.
Somebody wants out of a gang,

we're here to protect them.
Find Vantes and his friends.

Anything you need to bring them
in safe, you got it.

Hey, man, where's Shane?

Said he had some CI.

Somebody from when
he was in Vice.

Shane was in Vice?
That explains a lot.

Vice guys are pretty intense.
Just picture Shane with a puppy.

It'll give you that
warm, fuzzy feeling.

That's Hiatt's interrogation
technique. No shit.

Heh. What are you trying to get?
Answers or pussy?

Whatever it takes, right?

Glad to see
everybody's having fun.

'Course, Lem's still dead.

Anyone else give
a shit about that?

Hey, we were just...
Shut up, man.

You don't belong here,
in this room.

Two minutes of breathing
your air,

I could tell you're not half
the man, or cop, Lem was.

I got thick skin, man,
but you're starting to chafe.

You guys just act
like everything's fine, man.

Like shit just moves on, right?

It does.
Yeah?

Not for me.

I actually give a shit
that he's gone.

Uh, Lieutenant's Angelo Owens.

Got a location over on Wornall.

Good. Thanks.

My CI says, uh,
Angelo set up the shootings

but, uh... But Moses didn't
give him much choice, so...

I just... I just want him back.

I look at that guy, man.
I mean, he's not Lem, you know.

Hey. Here's what's real,
all right?

You keep this up,
I'm not the only one around here

that's not gonna have a job.

You, maybe Ronnie too.

You know Lem wouldn't want that.

In a couple weeks,
when this appeals panel

is deciding whether
to send me packing or not,

I'm gonna need this Hiatt
on my side.

He says he needs me,
I got a shot.

Yeah, I hear that.

What happened with Lem,

the slate's clean.

We made that right.

Right?
You think killing Guardo

made any difference, man?
Lem's dead.

Jesus Christ.
Corrine said he's pissed.

She said she'd never seen
him like that. Stop.

I can't deal with a goddamn
dream right now.

Look, just find this lieutenant.

Let's save who we can save
today.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

- Mackey.
- Hey.

You wanted me to call.

Vantes, where are you?

Don't matter.

I gotta handle this.

Look man, let me put you
into protective custody.

Moses even knows
I talked to the cops,

Niners ain't going back
to the table.

Moses wants you dead.
Where are you?

You read DuBois?

Do I...?

No.

He wrote about the path
of honor and humanity.

I die, I still got that.

More than most people got.

Just wanted to tell you,
stop looking.

Vantes...
Don't feel like being found.

Come on, man. Vantes.

Shit.

So the site's coming along.
You're making quick time.

Thanks to your support
with the housing commission.

Only a few more... Gracias.
...construction hurdles.

It's an easy sell.

It's a worthwhile project.

Noticed something else
you've been selling.

The cleaner,
kinder Farmington P.D.

Well, there was a bad apple.

He got deep, got himself killed.

Police committee wants the, uh,
community to know

that the rest of the barrel
is still here to protect them.

That's tough to buy
when you've got 12 dead Mexicans

slaughtered in that house
on San Marcos with no arrests.

Those murders were handed off

to Robbery Homicide.
Farmington's out of it.

RHD doesn't give a shit
about a dozen illegals.

If they did, this would be
solved already.

I'll make some calls.
See if I can light a fire.

A couple guys on the crew
came to me.

Said they've heard rumors
that a Salvadoran gang

called La Raza Guanaca
is responsible.

I'll pass it along.

If Farmington P.D.
were to crack this case,

it could go a long way toward

allaying your
constituents' belief

that the police don't care.

Could reflect well on you.

You should have been
a politician, Cruz.

I leave that to the experts.

You remember that runaway,
came in six months ago?

Claimed she'd been kidnapped?
Rings a bell.

I dug up her taped statement.

Oops.
Sorry.

That's okay. I...

I thought I'd have
some privacy in here.

- You can use my office anytime.
- Thanks. I'll go in there

and finish up, if that's okay?

Sure.

Princess Gaines. Ran
away, came back a month later.

Mom found blood in her pants,
asked about it.

Princess said she was abducted,
anally assaulted,

and held captive for two weeks.

He was white or Latin.

Yeah, he was a Latin dude.

Can you tell us anything else?

Not too much.
Had me drugged or something.

"Or something"?

So the last thing she remembered

was begging outside
of a burger place.

Next thing she knew,
she woke up in a strange room.

Man was holding her prisoner.

It would really help us.

Any little detail.

He kept saying,
"Go home now. Go home."

And then
this man just let you go?

I'm here, ain't I? One morning
I just wake up in the street.

What did you do then?

Did what he said, went home.

We didn't believe her.

Yep. She wouldn't take
a rape kit,

toxic screen came back negative.

Case didn't add up.

So this guy targets runaways,

uses GHB to, uh,
keep them out of it

just long enough to do
what he pleases.

All the while,
telling them to go home

like good little girls.

So Graciela got double-pumped.

This prick does her in the rear,

left the vaginal cavity intact

for Mahud to spill his load
in the alley.

The, uh, cutting's
an escalation.

He'll go further next time.

I'll call the mom.

Bring Princess in.

So your lieutenant set up
a slaughterhouse this morning

without any encouragement
from you?

The streets are full of liars.

Ain't my fault somebody says
I got fingers in this.

You're a two-striker.
All I need is one good bust.

You're gonna plant
some shit on me?

You wouldn't do that,
right, Mackey?

Leave me out of options?

We stay on you,
we'll get you fair and square.

Might take a couple months,
but you can bank on it.

Just you.

Hey, fellas, what say
we trade some names?

Oh, man.
Vito, come here.

Vantes is the one
causing me problems.

He dies.

The other ones,
I'll pull the order

as soon as Vantes is cold.

That's what I'm offering.

Now, what do I get
for my generosity?

What do you want?

Back off my boys.

I don't wanna see no PoPo
for six months.

Two months, and me
and my guys stay away.

I don't control
the black-and-whites.

You control the new meat?

But you pull the order
on the other three right now.

Keep going, man.

Lovers' quarrel?

Moses had a proposal.

Sacrifice Vantes,
the other three stay safe.

So, what's stopping us
hauling his ass in

on conspiracy charges right now?

I took the deal.

At least, that's what he thinks.

I teach you all my tricks
on the first day,

what are we gonna do tomorrow?

You're looking
for Princess Gaines, 16.

According to her mother,
she ran away for a second time

a couple of months ago.

Start with, uh, Runaway Row,

shelters, fast-food places, huh?

Thank you.

Um, I... I'm, uh...

I'm sorry about, uh,

busting in on you. I, uh...

I-I know it's all
perfectly natural...

Don't worry. I'll keep them
locked down from now on.

Wow. They put Hanlon
on a poster.

Oh, great.

She gets to be
Miss Farmington, huh?

I'm stuck with her P1 duties.

Let's ride.

Take one home
tonight, drool in private.

Right now, we got the files
of every Latin sex offender

in a 10-mile radius
to go through.

Where'd this come from?
Captain told me to put them up.

Well, yeah,
but where did it come from?

Do I look omniscient?

Hey, uh, wha...? What's the deal
with the poster?

The old "new face" was caught
filing bogus OT.

She's out, Tina's in.

Posters, public appearances,
whole bit. She's citywide.

But Tina wanted
to be a detective.

This is straight
from the chief's office.

She was picked from the PR
photos they shot the other day.

Okay, thanks.
We'll be right down there.

Dutch man. Graciela's awake.
We got a sketch.

One-Baker-23. Have
a description of the vehicle?

Do you copy?
Shit! The sink.

Roger, 1-Baker-23.
Driving a blue Honda

- last seen southbound on 12th.
- Okay. Gracias.

Can't afford a babysitter
that speaks English.

Shit.
One-Baker-23.

We are Code 6 at 12th and Effie.

Roger that.

Vantes was your
friend, your soldier.

Him, Marlen, Jason,
they're all still out there

trying to escape your hit.

Fine way to treat
your friends, lieutenant.

What do you do on birthdays?

I didn't want to.

Make the call, Angelo.

Put an end to this right now.

I didn't push the button,
I can't un-push it.

Moses is laying
all of this on you, man.

So why don't you tell me
something different?

Give me Moses,
we can work out a deal.

Heh-heh. Cop says "deal,"
you go to jail.

Call off the hit.
You can still make this right.

I do what you want, I'm a dead
man, and my family too.

Life is just the way life is.

Who is it? Is it Vantes?

- Danyel Billup.
- You're sure?

Positive.

Goddamn it.

I guess Moses wasn't planning

on keeping his end of the deal
either, huh?

Guess not.

One down, three to go.

Hey, step back, sir. Step back.

Move it, come on.

I don't wanna see this shit
like this. Damn.

Danyel was on a peace mission.

Vantes sent him
back to the table.

Yeah. Someone sure
shoved the peace pipe

right back up his ass.

I don't wanna go over there.
No, man.

That's my nigga, man.
Damn. Damn, man.

- Go on.
- Give him to me.

- That's my nigga, man.
- Hey, Ray.

You see this?

That's what's gonna happen
to the rest of your friends

if you don't help me find out
where they're holed up.

One-Niners took his cell phone.

Any call Danyel made,
they're gonna know about it.

Only a matter of time
before some One-Niner

finds that person.

My man Vantes
can defend himself, man.

He might be a revolutionary,
but he ain't bulletproof.

We find them, or the One-Niners
leave the rest of their bodies

for us to find, Ray,

How many funerals
you wanna go to?

Bag him.

Look at me. Ray.

You've done
a lot of bad things, Ray.

You sold drugs, stole money,
murdered.

You do this one last good thing
for your friends.

Vantes would've called
his cousin, Aquille, man.

He'll know where they at.

All right. Take him.

Let's find this Aquille.

Police! Open up!

The hell with it.

Hands on your head! Don't move!

- Hands on your head.
- Hold still.

Sending your cousin
on a little trip?

Where's Vantes?

Nurse Williams to the desk.

Nurse Williams to the desk.

The mask was red.

Anything else you remember?

Maybe he took you somewhere?

Maybe you remember
something about his hands?

He have an accent?

Detective Wagenbach?

Girls this age
need a gentle touch.

You're the gentle-touch expert?

I happen to be
a wonderful father.

Two weekends a month.

I'll be outside.

Sometimes I think humans
need a subspecies

to categorize these bastards.

Hey, I saw Vic this morning.

He's doing better.

I, uh, hear he's handling
the situation

with his replacement well.

Oh, they filled Lem's spot?

Vic's replacement.
Some guy named Hiatt

is taking over the Strike Team
when Vic retires.

That's not for years.

The department's pushing him out

at his 15 mark.

That's in, like, a month.

So how's Hiatt working out?

He's nothing like Vic.
I love him.

Hm. The, uh, dead Mexicans
Dutch found,

they were killed with a machete?

Several machetes, based on
the number of body parts.

I got word today
from a community back channel

that a Salvadoran gang
did the job.

You heard of La Raza Guanaca?

I didn't realize
they'd come this far north.

It could be the murders
are the Guanacas' response

to the influx from the prison
closures in Mexico.

Salvadorans putting out
the unwelcome mat

for the Mexican competitors.

It occurred to me that
Hiatt's background in INS

makes him the perfect candidate
to get to the bottom of it.

Maybe. If he was at Robbery
Homicide. It's theirs.

I had the case transferred
back to the Barn.

You said you weren't gonna
pull any strings.

Come on. Handled correctly, this
could be the big PR win we need.

Or a crime-stats nightmare
that shuts this door forever.

You solve this, that's a dozen
murders in the win column.

And just might be enough to put

your quarterly stats
over the top,

keep these doors open.

Man, this wire shit, this is
straight-up dirty snitch, man.

Blame Aquille.

If he'd given us
the info we need,

we'd be off saving
your friends by now.

- He's set.
- Once Aquille gives you

the location where Vantes
is hiding, give the signal.

Don't make it obvious.
He gets suspicious,

we're shit out of luck.

Got a sec?

Sure.

Here's a possible man
for your team.

Take a look at his jacket,
see what you think.

Will do.

You know,
Mackey played Moses today.

He let him think
he was making a deal:

Vantes dies, the others go free.
It's a smart strategy.

I mean, it didn't work
but it got me thinking.

So far, it seems
that Mackey's usually spinning

three different wheels at once.
Creating the perception

that he's willing to cut a deal,
go off the grid, it's a way in.

Maybe this reputation

has more to do with that
perception than with reality.

Hmm. Vic is showing you
his good side

because it's in
his best interest.

Don't be fooled.

Can't you get up off me?
Hey.

You keep mouthing,

I'm gonna stick you
in the other cage with them.

Hey, man, I can walk
by myself, man.

Let's see how you sit.

Anyway, uh, the poster
looks great.

Give me a call if you want.

Hey, uh, I worked up a profile
on our guy.

Single dad,
probably had a daughter

who disappeared or died,
uh, prematurely.

Thinks he's teaching his victims
a lesson: Go home.

Good advice if it didn't involve
kidnapping, rape, and torture.

Profiling's overrated. Shoe
leather is what cracks cases.

Come on, you just like making
stories up in your head.

Kind of like the one
about you and Tina.

Fact is, you don't have a shot.

Looks department alone,
you're a total mismatch.

What, you're such an adonis?

I know the kind of lady
who's attracted to me,

and it ain't Tina.

Helping her improve her skills

had nothing to do
with any interest in her.

Right.
She happens to have talent.

Even if others don't see it yet.

Face it. You took advantage
of her vulnerability

just like our mystery psycho.

Except your drug of choice
was power

and the false hope
of career advancement.

Tha... uh... That's ridiculous.

You have a reputation, Holland:
Chasing unis.

Mackey's ex,
wives of murder victims.

I think a profiler
would call that

a pattern of shitting
where you eat.

I happen to be devoted
to my job.

I don't exactly have time
to hit the bar scene.

If I wanna ask Tina out, I will.

- You let me know how that goes.
- Okay.

Stamos found Princess Gaines.
He's bringing her in.

Thanks, Paula.

Mom's on her way too.

Here he is at it again.

Congratulations on getting
another girl ass-raped.

I'm sorry we didn't believe you.

At the time you came in, we just
couldn't corroborate your story.

But that may have changed.

Ain't no never mind to me.

I cried my tears all out.

I whipped this girl based on you
telling me she lied.

And now you telling me
she didn't?

There's another girl.

Certain details in her story

match what Princess said
happened to her.

I told her to go to the police,
tell them what happened.

I said the police would help.
We are so sorry, Mrs. Gaines.

We just didn't have
enough evidence at the time.

Well, that beating I gave her
is on your two heads.

Just ask her what she knows.

I want my daughter home.

Do you remember any details

since we talked to you last?

Wish I didn't.

Anything you can tell us:

What he looked like,
where he held you?

It was a girl's room,
only from a long time ago.

How so?

Posters on the
wall were all wack.

White boys in these gay poses.

One of them was called, like,
"65 Degrees" or something.

98 Degrees.

I took my oldest to the concert.

Do you recognize this man?

I know it's not much
of a sketch.

Those are his eyes.

Ray's got Aquille chatting.

Shouldn't be long before we
learn Vantes' whereabouts.

A little light reading?

Package just came in.

"Not looking forward
to the 8-by-10 cell

"or fighting for the top bunk,

"but I figure the least I can do

"is come out smarter
than I went in.

"Send these to me
wherever I land.

I'll miss you. Lem."

He ordered these online

the night before
he went on the run.

Art, sports, history,
Stephen King.

Look at this.
Birds of America.

Dreams and What They Mean.

So, what do you wanna do
with these books?

Hey, Vantes is
a big reader, right?

Well, we're gonna find him
and the other two.

We're gonna send them
someplace peaceful.

Safe.

We're gonna give
the books to him.

Corrine? Yeah, where are you?

What are you doing out there?

All right, I'm on the way up.

Give me a minute.

You could have come inside.
I've only got a half-hour break.

And I don't want everyone
in there to know our business.

Except I guess they already hear
everything first anyway.

Your so-called retirement?

Aw, shit. Look, I was gonna...

What? Were you gonna send me
a postcard from Florida?

I just spoke to the captain.

It's probably not even
gonna happen.

What if it does?

I mean, are you figuring
things out? Making plans?

Or do you think your check's

just gonna magically appear
in my mail?

I'll work it out. I've always
taken care of the kids.

Yeah, I know.

And I see what it costs you.

I don't want that anymore, Vic.

I don't want me
or them responsible

for what it makes you do.

That's all in the past.

I hope so.
You've lost enough.

Hey, wire worked.
We got a location.

Vantes is holed up
with the other two.

I'm not gonna lose my job.
I promise.

God, the amount of time

I spend attached
to that machine...

I hope this is enough
to get Lee through tomorrow.

What?

Nothing.

You think I should've taken
my full six weeks?

Be there to feed Lee myself.
I wasn't thinking that.

Come on, Julien,
you had nine months

to lay your judgments on me.

I'm not saying anything.

I'm sorry. I'm just...
Just so tired.

Besides, it beats
riding with Tina.

I'm gonna get my groove
back, I promise.

Night.
All right.

Good night, captain.

Night.

Everything all right?

Sleep deprivation.

Hiatt's decided to add another
member to the Strike Team.

I suggested you.

Say yes.

Working with Vic?

Hiatt will be taking over.
It's an opportunity.

More money, more prestige,
making a difference.

Those guys will never accept me.

They won't have a choice.

It may still be called
the Strike Team,

but it's a different animal.

No more bullshit antics.
You can handle this, Julien.

Say yes.

All right.

Thank you, captain.

New life starts tomorrow.
Good luck.

Vantes, it's Vic Mackey.

I just wanna talk.

He's back here.

He's hurt.
He was shot this morning.

Clear!

Holy shit.

Vantes. What happened?
He was shot this morning

at the restaurant.
You gotta help him.

Shit. And you just
let him bleed?

He wouldn't let us get help.
He said Moses would find us.

He wouldn't even let me
tell his cousin.

Niners will come.

Shit, he's going into shock.

Vantes, open your eyes.
Wake up, man.

He bleeds out,
Moses lets the other two live.

All three of them live.

Keep your eyes open.
Stay with me.

Need an ambulance, 9246 Norton.
Come on, Vantes.

Come on, open your eyes.
Stay awake, man.

Shit.

Come on, grab his legs.

He just called an ambulance...
Grab his legs!

He stays here, he's gone.

- No, Moses...
- Take it easy.

We're gonna get you
to a hospital.

You're gonna be fine,
you hear me?

Get these guys to the Barn.
Let's go.

- Let's go, out.
- Stay awake. You hear me?

Stay awake, kid.

Hey! Hey,
Keep your eyes open.

Stay awake.
Come on, buddy. Come on.

Your mom wants you
to come home, man.

She wants you to stay alive
for her, all right?

For the revolution. Shit.

Come on, man.

You're not gonna die on me.

I'm not gonna let you die.

Almost there.

We're almost there.
You're gonna be fine.

We need a doctor in here!
Hey! Hey!

A doctor, goddamn it!
Let's go! Move!

Get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

Gunshot.
He's bad, he needs help.

I-I'll page a doctor.

Ah, shit.

Hey!

Corrine.

Corrine!

More sterile strips.
Corrine!

Corrine! Corrine, I need you.

Hey, Corrine!

Corrine!

Excuse me, what are we gonna do?

I don't know.

All right. We have to take...

Lem... In the dream, did Lem...?

Your dream was...

Lem...

In your dream, did Lem...? Agh.

What is it?
What's going on?

God!

Oh, God.

Oh! Vic!

Hey! Stop!
It's all right. We're cops.

He can't...
Leave him alone, all right?

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