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It turns out the Feds were here.

- Son of a bitch. - Yeah.

They took the security footage from the cashier window.

- And I was on it? - No, but your mother was.

- Hey. - Something we need to...

talk about.

It was just a hard chemo day. I'm fine.

- Sweetheart! - Oh, Daddy!

Congratulations, Victor.

I wasn't sure you would come.

How could I miss this, right?

You said your tattoo had something to do with station pride.

It's a gang symbol, isn't it?

- You have to trust me. - Get out!

- Maybe this isn't your game. - Yeah, you're probably right.

Maybe you could buy me a drink later?

Explain the rules?

- She's new, right? - Forget it.

She's not your type.

She seemed friendly enough.

You know why you're here.

Your defining emotion is anger.

So, to fix that, we're gonna need to explore the source.

Can we talk about Tom?

Your pops is riding a case that leads directly back to me.

Tom's not taking a deal.

We're the ones who paid for the new lawyer.

You see this piece of shit behind me?

Ever since I got the new lawyer,

he's been my shadow.

There's talk I might

get put on the line in the next few days.

They think you cutting a deal with them?

So they gonna throw you out on the yard?

That's that blast my brother was looking into

before he disappeared.

Well, what's that got to do with us?

I need you to find out who's behind it,

if they know anything about my brother's disappearance.

Find my brother, or at least what happened to him.

Who is it?

It's fucking Sleep.

You ain't had nothing like this before.

It's biblical.

End of Days, we're talking here.

Yeah, I'ma be the judge of that.

So, when are you re-upping on 'caine?

I ain't. This is where it's at now.

Man, you got nothing to lose.

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If this shit don't get you lit within the next ten...

Buckle up, son, 'cause this shit's about to blow you away.

I got some questions for you about that product you selling.

And you best come correct.

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Someone's using Sleep's phone to screw with us.

It's gotta be Neckbone, right?

- Could be Winters. - What does it matter who it is?

They obviously know what we did.

The phone doesn't prove anything without Sleep's body.

Whoever it is, they're testing us to see how we react.

Then it's better for us not to reply to the text.

Oh, it's "us" now, huh?

We may have made the body disappear,

but you're the reason he's dead.

It doesn't matter who did what.

We're in this together.

Pete, Karen, I need you to take a drive,

and make sure Sleep's body is still where we left it.

I never should've let you take the body.

It was the right play.

Listen...

can you...

Can you use your resources and track the phone's location?

How the hell do I do that

without the Bureau asking questions?

Call in a favor, twist an arm.

I don't care how. Just get it done.

I'm tired of saying this.

I don't work for you, Hammond.

This ain't about who's in charge.

This is about all of us staying out of jail.

Including you.

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Frank, what's up?

Scally's. 6:00 PM.

Well, should I be worried about this?

It's hard to say.

I hope not.

What is it?

Hey, there he is!

You remember Kate, don't you?

- I do. - Oh, look.

I gotta take this call.

I'll be back in a second.

You two talk amongst yourselves.

Alright?

Any idea what this is about?

His ex-wife just passed.

Wait, Allison's dead?

When? How?

I'm not really sure.

You knew her?

Well, yeah, we all grew up in the same neighborhood together.

How 'bout you? Where are you from?

Monterey.

Oh, I spent a few months up there once.

Which part?

The nice part.

I'm sorry.

Oh, forget it. I'd rather not talk about it, okay?

You want to tell us how it happened?

She's not really dead, is she?

Technically, no.

- Are you kidding me? - What?

She was dead to me the moment we signed the papers.

Hey, which was exactly five years ago today.

You're a real piece of work, you know that?

Hey, divorce is like a death.

You guys hungry? They make a great quesadilla.

No, they don't.

Dr. Barnes, dial 182, please.

Cole?

You should be at home, Ma.

I feel fine.

Why won't they let me see him?

He's still in custody.

It's a security issue.

Secur... my God!

What am I gonna do?

Bust him out with my purse?

How does he look?

Doctor said he was lucky.

He's stable for right now.

I'll never understand the choices he makes.

Okay, it wasn't a choice.

He's a cop in jail. That makes him a target, Ma.

Don't sugarcoat it.

I know the man and the life he leads.

He makes enemies, not friends.

Oh, God.

Ma, you should go get something to eat, okay?

- I'm fine. - Go downstairs to the cafeteria, alright?

I'll be down there in five minutes.

- Go on. - Make them let me see him, okay?

I swear to you, I had no part in this.

No part.

Well, maybe it's a good thing he lied,

'cause there's no way I would've come if he hadn't.

Well, we're here now,

and making the most of it, right?

It's surprisingly not that painful.

No, that's not what I meant!

That... that came out completely wrong.

What I meant is I'm just...

I'm not the type of person that, um,

that goes out a lot.

Well, same here.

But in this case, the company helps.

Frank, um...

thinks pretty highly of you, you know that, right?

Frank's a good guy.

What?

He's been selling you pretty hard.

Well, how's he doing? Did he close the deal?

How about you, um, get me another drink?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

She ever finds out you were in on it, we're dead.

Hey, I just wanted a shot.

If she's gonna reject me,

I'd rather it be because she got to see the real me.

I don't think anybody's ever seen the real you.

Listen, does she talk to you much about her private life?

No, why?

Just seemed a little evasive.

Maybe she thinks you're one of those creepers.

You think about what we just did,

you are.

Hey, I'm real sorry about your old man being hurt.

- What? - I said I'm real sorry

about your old man getting hurt.

You knew exactly what was gonna happen

when you put him on the line.

Hey, it wasn't my call to make, man.

My mother wants to see my father.

Can't help you.

- He's locked up. - Make an exception.

Just a few minutes.

Say please.

Look, man.

My mother wants to see my father just for a few minutes.

Okay?

So, can you please...

do that for me?

You see?

Was that so difficult, man?

She can get five minutes.

All I'm asking is that you ping a damn phone.

Triangulate its location. You guys do it all the time!

Not without authorization, we don't.

Come on.

Quinn, I need this.

Then get a court order or a SAC's signature.

Otherwise, I'm not getting involved.

I can't.

It has to be off the books.

Sorry, but I got a family to think about.

I'm not gonna jeopardize my job for you,

or anybody else.

What?

Anything new?

Things regarding our friend

are exactly the way we left them.

- Any more texts? - No.

Listen, when are you gonna get a location on that item?

I can't get it without dropping paper.

Well, do it! Make up some probable cause!

A warrant requires Price signing off.

Byrd, we need this!

Look, you don't think I know that?

Then get creative, man.

Do whatever it takes.

If he can't get that phone pinned, we're in trouble.

Anything from Cole on Tom's condition?

He's still stable, right?

Well, I don't know.

Steve, we really should go see him.

I'm not stopping you, Karen.

We can't let what happened to him go unanswered, Hamm.

The rest of the Ravens are gonna want to retaliate.

- We'll handle it. - Look, he is safe now,

but what happens when he goes back on the main line?

What's with the drama, Neckbone?

They came in too fast. I couldn't...

- You motherfucker! - Don't touch him again!

The hell is this about?!

You know what this is about.

What happened to Tom was bound to bring bad blood between us.

So I figured why not confront it head on?

Clear the air?

That's what this is?

You think we'd retaliate because of Tom?

Tom and I share a last name.

Not much else.

I'm not buying it.

You care about all these idiots.

Brother, you kill us like this,

in a cop bar...

He's right. Every cop in the world will be hunting you.

You think I care about that?

What really happened to my brother that night?

Did one of you idiots do something stupid?

I already told you, he never showed.

Is my brother dead, Hammond?

No, and I can prove it.

How?

He texted me last night.

That's bulllshit.

See for yourself. Phone's right there.

My brother didn't type that message.

You sent that to yourself, didn't you?

Why would I do that?

Alibi maybe?

Sleep disappeared before Tom was attacked.

So what motivation would any of us have to kill your brother?

I don't know.

But I'm about to find out.

What the hell is this? Hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!

What are you doing?

I'm getting answers the smart way.

Get in here.

What's going on?

Have the Ravens had any contact with Sleep

since you've been assigned to them?

No, like I told you, he never showed.

But according to your reports,

you met with his brother.

- A man they call Neckbone. - Yeah.

- Why? - What did he want?

He was looking for his brother.

It's all there in front of you. I documented it in my 302.

So Hammond never talked to Sleep?

Not that I'm aware of.

Because Sleep sent him a text late last night.

You have Sleep's phone records.

Yes, of course we do.

You sure you're not being played?

I don't think so.

He doesn't think so.

I'll lean on Hammond.

Find out what the text was about.

Damon, if Hammond is lying

about being in contact with Sleep,

I want to know why.

I'm real close to re-arresting these idiots.

You have yourself a short runway

to get things back under control.

Do you understand me?

I understand, sir.

Is there anything else we need to know?

Nothing significant to report.

Okay, get some sleep.

Tell me your name.

Steve Hammond.

Did you kill Sleep, Steve?

No.

Did a Raven kill Sleep?

No.

Well, get to it, man. Ask him in a more creative way.

Was Sleep, to your knowledge, murdered?

No.

He's telling the truth.

You sure this thing's working?

I mean, he's a cop which means he's good at lying.

In a situation with this kind of pressure,

there's no way he could fool it.

I already told you. We know nothing about your brother's disappearance.

So, now what? You gonna apologize for doing us like this?

- No. - You ever think maybe Sleep isn't dead?

Well, if he isn't dead, then where is he?

- Witness Protection. - And how you figure that?

If they picked him up before he was supposed to meet us,

they probably flipped him.

And that's probably why he's texting people

he was supposed to meet with.

Trying to set us up to get out of custody.

My brother's a lot of things...

but an informant isn't one of 'em.

Everything's back in place.

When you get some more information

on that WMD drug or who's moving it,

I want to hear about it.

- What about Tom? - What about him?

Your rent's going up.

You okay, Steve?

No.

How the hell did he beat a polygraph?

State of mind.

Technically, we didn't kill him.

The fall did.

I see Cole.

I see Ramos. I see Bitch.

Did you kill Sleep, Steve?

Did a Raven kill Sleep?

Was Sleep, to your knowledge, murdered?

Steve, we gotta talk.

I'm a little worried.

Got more and more eyes in here.

They're acting like they're on to something.

Call me.

This is Frank. Leave a message.

Ma, what are you doing?

You should be inside, taking it easy.

I'm having a good day, Steve.

Besides,...

my garden's gone to shit.

What's bothering you?

I know there's something.

The Feds have you on tape cashing chips in at the casino.

So if anybody comes by, you need to call me.

We'll get a lawyer if we have to.

I'm Stage Five, Steve.

No one's gonna scare or intimidate me.

Have you visited your father yet?

No.

Can you do it?

For me?

- Yeah. - Mmm.

Thank you.

Hey!

Daddy!

I missed you so much.

You know how much I missed you?

Where have you been?

I've been at work, baby.

Yeah, what are you doing here?

I came to take my princesa to school.

Veronica, can you go upstairs, please?

Go on, listen to your mama.

Love you.

Love you, too!

You look nice.

You know, I don't think it's a good idea

you showing up like this.

- It's my house. - Yeah, it's our house.

And until we figure this out,

- I don't want to confuse her. - Alright.

But I mean... I miss her.

She misses you.

But... I don't want you driving her, Pete.

Why?

Because I was re-thinking things last night,

and I was gonna call you and I was gonna talk to you,

and maybe even ask you to come back home.

And then, I found some cash in your jacket.

It's money from a side job!

Side job? It was $5,000!

- Okay, yes, but please just hear me out. - No, you know what?

I don't want to have this conversation right now!

I'm working with the Feds to help take down

the gangs in the department!

- You're lying! - I'm not lying! It's the truth!

- I put that on our daughter's life! - Don't!

Don't you dare do that!

Don't you dare swear on Veronica's life.

Don't you dare.

It's what people do when they're desperate.

I just want my family back.

Well, I want the man I thought I married.

So it looks like right now...

neither of us get what we want.

Oh my God.

What good is this doing?

More than you think.

We all internalize pain from our childhood.

It needs to be processed.

Otherwise, we're at the mercy of feelings we don't understand,

and can't control.

You know that complaint?

The one that landed me in here,

the one that's under investigation?

You know what that dirt bag did?

Raped his own child.

She was six.

It's understandable that could trigger a reaction.

But you're deflecting again.

We're looking earlier than that.

For the source.

So, you want my childhood?

Okay.

My father...

We'll just call him that

being how he's the one who shot his load into my mother.

He left before I was born.

And my mother is one of those moronic women

who can't seem to get through a day

without a man by her side.

Any man.

How many?

I don't know. I didn't count.

A lot.

Any abusers?

Pedophiles?

Is your mother still alive?

Last I checked.

You don't have much contact with her?

Would you?

You think they know we hit the bank?

'Cause they didn't pull a big number like that outta their ass.

I don't know.

But we can't go into the pension for the money.

It'll raise too many red flags.

Is he gonna throw in?

I sank most of my money into paying off bills.

Let's just grab what's left.

We'll pool our money. Figure it out later.

We're really gonna pay this asshole?

We got no choice.

Unless Byrd finds that phone before we do the drop.

- I'm trying. - If you could've done it, you would've.

- You're throwing in. - I'm not getting sucked into this any deeper.

I got about 40 large. Everyone else just bring what you can.

Find that phone.

Let's get this done.

- Meet back here at 22:00. - Copy.

- Steve. - Yeah, man?

What is it?

You need to go see Dad.

- Not now. - He's been asking for you.

He's your dad, man.

This is Frank. Leave a message.

Hey, you shouldn't be back here.

- Where's Frank? - He's not here.

- Where is he? - Out sick.

Did you try his cell?

- Sick? - Yeah, he got the flu or something.

He was here and then just cut out early.

- Shit. - You okay?

Yeah.

Just a sec.

Guy says he's family and needs to talk to you.

May I come in?

Yeah, it's cool.

What are you doing here, Victor?

- What do you want? - I want to know

what you're putting my daughter in the middle of.

I'm not putting her in the middle of anything.

We're just having a disagreement like any married couple do.

Don't play me for stupid, Pete.

She told me everything.

Turning in other cops?

You're involved in a dangerous game.

You stay out of my business, Victor.

The safety of my daughter and grandchild is my business.

If you want to rat out your own kind, that's on you.

But I won't have you endangering Lourdes and Veronica.

- I'm not! - Yes, you are.

I've spent a career outing ratas in court,

and I can tell you...

they never end well.

And when there's families involved,

they suffer the most.

Get out.

Get out!

I didn't come here to fight with you.

Just know this...

There's nothing I won't do to keep them safe.

- Yeah, well, that makes two of us. - Good.

So if you love your family like you say,

be a man.

Put their safety first,

and stay away from them.

Frank! You in there?

Frank!

Hammond?

Yeah!

It's open.

What are you banging on the door like that?

Why are you not answering your phone?

Because I feel like shit, that's why.

So I turned it off.

- Don't get too close. - Where's my money, Frank?

- What? - Where is it?!

Well, I guess you were gonna find out eventually.

I spent most of it.

What's left is on that desk behind you.

I'm sorry...

that you're such a dick.

Do you really think that I would steal from you?

Huh?

I didn't know what to think.

I took it out this morning.

The Feds came back to look at the tape from the cage.

I was afraid they were gonna come in

with warrants for the boxes next.

Why didn't you call me?

You didn't answer your damn phone.

It's not the kind of thing you leave in a voicemail, is it?

Sorry for coming at you like that.

Yeah, well, you should be.

You said not to worry.

You had everything under control.

This thing doesn't look like it's going away.

Someone made an accusation.

- It'll blow over. - What'd they accuse you of?

Does it have anything to do

with your father being attacked?

It's better that you don't know.

What? More bad news?

It's all I've been getting lately.

Feel better, man.

Hey.

Hey, why don't you take the night off?

We can get some dinner or something.

Can't. Have business later.

Ravens' business?

Sorry.

Off limits.

Why'd you become a cop?

Third generation.

So family loyalty?

I guess. Why?

That's what the Ravens are to me.

It's like the family I never had.

You feel bad about lying to the Vipers about us?

No, why should I?

We're not hurting anybody.

How do I know you're not gonna run your mouth

about this to your boys?

Alright.

You know that armory heist up north?

- Some guns got stolen? - What about it?

We have 'em.

Winters would kill me if she knew I told you.

So there's your insurance policy I'll keep my mouth shut.

That's everything I have.

- Me too. - Don't worry.

As soon as we're in possession of Sleep's cell,

we're gonna get it back.

Earbuds are in the bag. They're on direct.

What about Byrd? He gonna be there with us?

No.

Why not?

Because once we have the phone,

decisions are gonna have to be made

about how we handle this.

Decisions?

We can't afford to have this guy walking around

if he knows what happened to Sleep.

Let's go!

I was worried about him.

You shouldn't be.

Tom cares about himself, not you,

and damn sure not me.

You're wrong about that.

Alright, you ready for this?

Yeah.

We're in position.

Ready to take him if he heads toward the south exit.

Copy that. No one moves until the bag goes mobile.

Copy that.

You guys have the eyes for now.

I'll circle back at the next station.

Copy that.

Think this is about to get messy?

We're about to kill a man.

It doesn't get any messier than that, mija.

We got a possible.

Black hoodie walking off the north escalator.

Get ready to move.

He took the package! Let's move! Move! Move!

Headed for the train. Everybody move in!

Hang back in case he bails!

Shit!

He ditched the hoodie!

- He ditched the hoodie! - Go, go, go, go!

Shit!

Come on!

Watch out, watch out!

Don't move. Don't move!

Hey.

The guy that just came in. What room number is he?

What the hell?

What you're doing is illegal.

I know.

But I really need the location of that cell phone.

The man, he paid me.

Quien? Who paid you?

- No se. - What did he look like?

What did he freaking look like, man?

Was he white, was he black? What'd he look like?

What'd he look like?

White, white.

Sunglasses.

Baseball cap.

What?

We're burned.

Shit!

Yeah?

Where the hell's Hammond? He's not answering his cell.

I don't know. What do you need?

I'm up on the phone's GPS. I've got its location.

- Sleep's phone? Where? - South side.

On it.

Get him! Get him, get him!

That's all you got you fucking pussies?

Let me go, man!

Let me go!

Shut up!

- Huh? Huh? - What the fuck do you want?

We gonna show you who's in charge.

Fuck you, man!

You might run shit in that jail...

we run the streets!

Jesus Christ, no!

No, no!

No? You're not so tough now, are you? Huh?

Whatever you want, I'll do whatever you want.

Oh, I know you will. Shut up.

But just in case you're the forgetful type,

I'm gonna give you a little reminder.

- Oh, yeah! - Don't do it, man!

No! No!

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

You like that? Do you like that?

Huh? Shut up!

Shut up!

We got it.

We got it, we got it.

Oh, yeah. You gonna do what we want now.

Gimme a location, Byrd.

Just crossed Olive.

I think I see him.

He's still heading eastbound at 35 miles per hour.

- Give me a cross street. - Hold up.

Looks like it just turned north on Maple Drive.

- Got it. - Okay.

Something I should know about?

Hands where I can see them!

Both of them!

You piece of shit.

What's going on?

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