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Omar.

Hey.

Excuse...

Hey. Muevete, idiota!

Let me go!

What are you, blind? I'm sorry.

You look, uh, marginally rested.

I was hoping I'd actually get to
REM sleep tonight.

Look--there's another
detective here.

Maybe you can go back to bed.

That's weird. Sac PD
called for help on this.

You two CBI?

Yeah, I'm Teresa Lisbon.
This is Patrick Jane.

Sergeant Henderson.
Just holding down the scene till you arrived.

I was in the neighborhood.

Two shots to the head.
No purse or ID on the victim.

The car's registered
to a Yolanda Herrera.

Any witnesses?

No, but these officers
responded to an anonymous tip,

so somebody had
to see something.

It's from, uh, Luxure.
It's a, uh, club down the street.

She wouldn't be the
first club head

I've seen done in by her dealer.

Mm. I applaud your certainty,

but I don't think it's
that cut and dried.

She got the clothes right,
but look at her hands.

Short nails...

very sloppy paint job.

Maybe she was in a rush.

Doubtful.
Free pass to the champagne room

requires very careful
attention to detail.

You gotta be joking, huh?

I work these streets.
I know a club girl when I see one.

Apparently not, because
you missed a small bruise

on her left ankle.
I'm guessing she turned her ankle

trying to walk in these shoes.

And her arms are
very well muscled.

Lisbon, correct
me if I'm wrong--

that appears to be a
sports bra she's wearing.

I don't know. Probably.
What are you getting at?

Well, your club girl
here was in a disguise--

And what was her game?

Is this really productive?

You knew her.

No, I didn't.

Your voice just pitched
a little higher,

just like when you said
you happened to be

- in the neighborhood.
- Is he right?

Did you know the victim?

Of course not.
That's ridiculous.

Aha! I know who this woman--
this--this woman here--

Okay. I'm here.

Hey, what the hell is going on?

Yolanda Herrera is
an undercover cop.

That's exactly what
I was gonna say.

Yeah, big whoop for
you, smart ass.

No one can know that.

It'll only make
it more dangerous

for the next cop
we put out there.

You're not known for your
management skills, are you?

Work the case.
I'll help you where I can.

But Yoli's identity must
remain confidential.

And keep this circus act
under control, got it?

Got it. Yeah.

Wha--

Disappointing, Lisbon.

I thought you might
push back a little.

Guy called me a "circus act".

Hey. The man is grieving.
You push back.

- Okay, I will.
- Don't you dare.

Okay. Said that I could.

I take it back.

- All right.
- Okay?

I need a little rest.

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Yolanda Concepcion
was her real name,

but everyone called her "Yoli."

She leaves behind a family--
husband, two young children.

She's a valuable member of
my Narcotics Task Force.

What was she doing
out here tonight?

Well, she's supposed
to be at the club,

getting friendly with a
dealer named Omar Vega.

He's a major player
here in South Sac.

We think his crew is behind

a recent rise in
crime around here.

You think Vega made her cover?

Too early to tell.

But he's popped people for a lot
less than being undercover cops.

Okay. We'll start at the club.
Thanks.

Jane, meet me at Luxure.

What?

I can't hear you!

Still can't hear you!

Bye!

Jane!

Oh, hey, Lisbon!

Meet Vince Candide.
He's our host.

He's a womanizing buffoon,

but I think you'll be
amused by his presumption.

- What?
- Huh?

He...

This is... he...

Have you seen this woman?

What about Omar Vega?

Who?

Omar Vega!

Sorry. I gotta go run the place.

He can't hear!

Thanks, Vince!

If Vega's here, he's over there.

Thank you.

Ah, that's more like it.

Pardon me, have you
seen Omar Vega?

You're never gonna
find him like that.

What do we got here?

Ladies and gentlemen, thank
you for your attention.

My colleague over there

in her not-here-to-party clothes

is five-o.

Yeah, CBI.

She's looking for Omar Vega.

I have $500 in this pocket for
whoever can point him out.

That's 500 big ones just
to use your pointy finger.

And then we'll take
it from there.

Thank you. Party on.

Subtle.

But effective.
He's over by the bar.

You're the man no one
wants to look at,

so I'm guessing you're Mr. Vega.

I like your swagger.

Well, thank you.

We're investigating a murder.

No need.
I know what Yoli looks like.

I hear she got popped. Shame.

Was Yoli at the club tonight?

You know the answer to that,
or you wouldn't be here.

Did you talk to her?

Yeah. Maybe.

What did you talk about?

Foolishness.

She's just another haina
from the neighborhood

trying to get my attention.

- Hmm.
- And did she get your attention?

Did you take her outside?

No, ma'am, I did not.

I've been here all night.
Please, ask around.

No need. He's telling the truth.

Mm. I've got nothing to hide.

Well, that's not entirely true.

You're hiding profound anger.

Is that right?

Mm. Mm-hmm.

The tension in your
jawline gives it away.

What is it that's bothering you?

It's not a woman.
I don't think you care enough.

Not global warming.
What is it you covet most?

Money? No.

Respect.

This is a question of respect.

Someone disrespected
you, didn't they?

How? What did they do to you?

Keep guessing, Pinstripes.

- Pinstripes.
- Ma'am...

Are we done?

Yes, we're done... sir.

Interesting.

Yeah.

I like the "Pinstripes."

Vega took control of South
Sac in less than a year.

His competitors didn't
agree to work with him.

They ended up like this.

Yeah, I could see how
that could be persuasive.

No criminal record?

Vega's brutal and smart.

Always one step ahead of us.

Ran his organization
like a terror cell.

Everyone knows just what they
need to get the job done.

So his hands stay clean.

What was Yoli's assignment?

To find Vega's current
base of operation.

It's always changing.

So we've got our
work cut out for us.

Rigsby, where are we
at with suspects?

None that we can find.

I got a copy of the 9-1-1 call.
Tip came from a pay phone

three blocks away
from the crime scene.

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

Um, yeah, there's a dead chick

on Kennon near 4th in
case you're interested.

Are there cameras
near that phone?

None.

Got a hit on one of the
victims' missing credit cards.

A room charge was made this
morning at a downtown hotel.

Take Rigsby. Yoli's cell phone
was missing, too, right?

Yeah, but the carrier hasn't
received a signal since last night.

Whoever took the phone powered
it down or pulled the battery.

Stay on it.

Have you talked to
the family yet?

I'm headed there now.

What do they know about
Yoli's assignment?

Nothing. It's an ongoing
investigation, so they can't.

Understood.

I told her not to get involved
in this undercover crap.

Desk jobs have benefits.
They pay good enough.

It was one of these drug
dealers, wasn't it?

I'm afraid I can't
talk about that now.

Still? Are you kidding me?
What does it matter now?

- My wife's al--
- She's the greatest mother in the world.

Hello there.

Who is it? Hi.

Rafi?

Rafi? Rafi?

Oh, there you are. I got him.
Sorry about that, Lalo.

This is Elvia, Yoli's cousin.

She moved in a couple months
ago to help out with the kids.

He's a beautiful boy.

He doesn't know yet.

How do you tell a little kid

that he's not gonna
see his mom again?

Did she talk to you
about her work?

No. But I barely knew what Yoli
was doing on a daily basis.

I'm sorry.
Why are we doing this?

To bring your wife's
murder to justice

for you and your family.

Justice?

You really think that
my kids are gonna care

when some crack dealer
goes down for this?

They lost their mother.
I lost my wife.

For what?

War on drugs?

Give me a break.

- That's a nice tune.
- Oh! Ooh.

Didn't mean to startle you.
I'm sorry.

What--what's cooking?

Spaghetti.
It's for the kids' lunch.

You and Yoli must
have been very close

to help out with the
family like this.

Yeah. We were like sisters.

Really? I don't think so.

What?

The humming.

I hum. So what?

Well, humming-- it's
like comfort food.

Takes us back to the breast.

And you are the mom of the
family now, aren't you?

Deep down, you're
glad she's dead.

What the hell kind
of cop are you?!

Jane? What's going on?

I was just about to ask
Elvia what she was doing

at Luxure last night.

The faded stamp on your wrist.
I have one just like it.

You followed Yoli while
she was working?

- It's--
- Elvia, what were you thinking?

I swear to God, if you did
anything to get her killed...

Why did you follow her?

Uh, she has a little
thing for Lalo.

What--what are you
talking about?

I think she should explain.

Yoli didn't deserve you.

Look, I-I...

What I found in her jeans
when I was doing the wash

more than once.

Condoms. Yoli was on the pill.

That's why I went to
the club last night--

to see who she was
sleeping with.

- What did you see?
- Nothing.

I--she was in a rush
to get out of there,

and texting somebody,
but I lost her.

We're gonna need you to
come down to the office,

make a full statement.

Might as well pack your
things before you go.

What?

You're not coming
back in this house.

B-but...

I went there for you, Lalo!

Whoa.

A little more salt, but
that's pretty good.

Kids are gonna love that.

A charge was made
here this morning

from a stolen credit card.

Let me guess-- husband
on the prowl?

Killer on the run.

Oh.

Uh, here we go.

One american breakfast,
three Bloody Marys

delivered to room 618.

Thank you.

Who's there?

Police. Open the door.

Just a minute!

Please don't shoot.

It's okay. I got it.

Get up. Come on.

Can you pass me a hand towel?

Step out of the
bathroom, please.

I swear to God, I've never seen
that woman before in my life.

Oh, shush.

Put that thing away.
What are you, a maniac?

You could hurt someone.

So, Summer,

I need you to tell me why
you were making charges

on a murder victim's credit card

hours after her death.

Cho...

that's Korean, right?

I also need you to explain

how you came into
possession of that card.

Bad back, huh?

Yeah.

I can tell.

Is there anything I can
do to make it any better?

No.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Look, I don't know anything
about any dead chick.

Um, yeah, there's a dead chick

on Kennon near 4th in
case you're interested.

Wow. You're way more slick

than the trolls that
usually bust my butt.

- Did you shoot the victim?
- No!

Did you see who did?

I heard shots. I ran to help.
She was already dead.

At least I called it in.

You ran to help?

Why wouldn't I? Poor thing.

You took the victim's
credit cards.

This is about Omar
Vega, isn't it?

What do you know about Vega?

I know that your dead girl
was hanging with him.

I also know that I
have an 18-hour window

with a stolen card,

but you made it there
in record time.

You're after someone big.

Look, I know things.

Maybe we could make a deal.

- What do you got?
- What's your deal?

You give me something useful,
I'll drop the theft charge.

Pinkie swear?

Fine.

Vega just got his
ass handed to him.

The Perry boys raided
one of his stash houses

a couple days ago.
Cleaned out all his coke.

How much?

Like ten keys, maybe more.

The Perry boys.

Yeah. The Perry boys.

Vega needs more product
and revenge fast,

or else his customers
are gonna be lost

and, uh, he'll lose respect.

I bet you just doodle in
that thing, don't you?

So... that's enough to get
me out of here, right?

I'll let you know.

So? Do you like her
for the murder?

No, but I like her.

What do you got?

Uh, text messages from
the victim's cell phone.

Yoli's cousin said she
was sending a text

when she was leaving the club.

What was the last text she
sent before she was murdered?

Uh, "On my way.
Open the champagne.

Our favorite hotel?"
Sounds personal.

Very personal. Who's it to?

Uh, prepaid phone.
No record of the owner.

Her cousin might have been mad
about this affair business.

I think we should talk
to the boss again.

Excuse me. We're looking for
sergeant Henderson's office.

Towards the back on the left.

Thanks.

That Yoli's desk there?

Yeah, that's where she sat.

Oh. Thank you.

I'll catch up with you.

All right. Don't wander off.

Wouldn't dream of it.

The text messages
started two weeks ago.

They paint a picture of
a pretty wild affair.

Did you know if Yoli was
romantically involved

with anyone on the job?

I can assure you, agent Lisbon,

I keep a tight rein over
my undercover officers.

Then how do you
explain those texts?

There's pages of them.

These aren't love tweets.
These are gang codes.

Yoli picked this up when
she was surveilling a gang

a couple months back. Look--

see that?
"Champagne" is cocaine,

uh, "on her way" is
someone's in trouble.

Who uses that code?

Nobody you ever heard of.
The Perry boys.

A renegade stick-up outfit.
Two brothers and a cousin?

How do you know about them?

I did some research
on the Perrys

when I found out that they
hit Vega's stash house.

Vega was robbed?

Two days before Yoli's murder.
She didn't tell you about it?

I thought you kept a tight
rein on your people.

Look, nothing in Yoli's
surveillance reports

ever mention the Perrys.

Is it possible that she
was working with them--

that that's why she didn't
tell you about the robbery?

She wouldn't compromise
her team that way.

Yoli wasn't dirty.

- You sure about that?
- Yeah.

'Cause I've got one of my
people at her house right now

looking for evidence
of an affair.

Van Pelt, new marching orders--

I need you to find out
if Yoli was on the take

or in contact with a gang
called the Perry boys.

Can I help you?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I was trying not to bother you.

But, uh, but since
you asked, yes.

Who's that guy?

- That's Trey.
- Trey. Is--uh, a fellow officer?

Yeah, we all came
in the same year.

So you and Yoli must
have been close?

That girl was my heart.
She was always there for me.

My partner seems to
believe that, um,

that Yoli was having an affair.

Nah. Yoli would never
cheat on Lalo.

Her family found condoms in
her pockets more than once.

We all carry 'em.

Never know when you have
to waterproof drug samples

when you're in the field.

Handy to know.

All right, mama.
Nap time is now.

Get in bed.

How much longer is
this gonna take?

I don't know.

Just tell me what
you're looking for.

Maybe I can speed this up.
My kids--

they're not gonna go to
sleep with you here.

I'm sorry, sir, but I
can't discuss the case.

Another robocop.
Where do they find you people?

These are all family files.

Did Yoli keep any
private records?

A personal journal
or diary, maybe?

You can check her computer.

We already did, at work
and the laptop at home.

She didn't keep anything
important on those.

Too paranoid.

What computer did she use?

Right there.

Excuse me.

It's okay, Rafi.

The lady needs to look
at the computer.

She won't be here long.

She'll be gone in a few minutes.
Come on, it's okay.

- Van Pelt.
- Hey, boss.

Did you find anything?

Yoli uploaded photos of a
house onto her kids' computer

the day before the crime.

The photos link to
a foreclosure site

that shows the house has
been vacant for six months.

The perfect place for
the Perrys to hide out.

We're gonna need that address.

Daddy's home.

Hey! You must be Trey.

Hey. I must be.
Who am I waving at?

I'm one of the CBI people
investigating Yoli's murder.

Yeah? On our couch?

Well, you'd be surprised
what you can learn.

Really? Like what?

Well, this particular couch,

it's very comfortable
on the first sit,

but, uh, after time,

gonna give your back
a lot of grief.

Hey, are you ready to go?

- Where we going?
- Tracking down the Perry boys.

They may have killed Yoli.

You want me to come with you?

We got extra vests.

Yeah, probably not my size.

- Why don't you wait here for me?
- That's a great--I'll wait here.

Hold down the fort. Good luck.

It's a whole new you.

Yeah. Be happy I wasn't out
there as a crackhead today.

Props include
urine-soaked pants.

Charming.

Uh, are those props, too?

No. These are the real deal.

I was out doing
hand-to-hands today.

You know, making buys
in different areas,

see who the current sellers are.

That's quite a haul. Colorful.

What--what do you
do with the goods?

Everything goes into
the property room.

Investigation unit catches you

with as much as a crack
pipe in your car,

they come down pretty hard.

Must be difficult
living two lives.

Well, you learn to
compartmentalize.

Mm. How was Yoli with that?

Yoli. God bless her.

She was one of the
best, actually.

She had to be.
You met her family, right?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she was putting that
husband of hers through school.

So Yoli was good, but,
uh, you're better?

So why is it that Yoli got the,
uh, Vega case and not you?

That's-- that's the
big case, right?

Well, let's just say
the short dresses

didn't hurt Yoli at all.

Tell you one thing, though,

I wouldn't have let Vega's
men do me like that.

You think Vega had her killed?

Aw, come on.
She's an undercover cop.

This guy's a notorious gangster.

How far have you
really gotta look?

- What's up, Trey?
- You got it.

Oh. Oh, I am so sorry.

I'm sorry.
Trey-- oh, that's embarrassing.

Mike, you got a towel, a
napkin or something? Come on.

That's terrible. My bad.

Wipe that there.
Uh, gonna need another one of these, Mike.

Okay, great. Thank you.

So clumsy. I-I'm sorry.

We're looking for Warren,
Dwayne, and Russell Perry.

Expect them to be armed.

They're erratic and
extremely dangerous.

Van Pelt, you take the side.
Yes, ma'am.

Police!

We didn't come here
to work out.

Don't move, kid.

Put your hands in the air!

Upstairs clear.

Front room clear.

Kitchen clear.

I couldn't let this
place beat me.

I did what I had to do...

Clear.

It's definitely the Perrys.

I fought.

Hey, boss, I got one
down back here!

Nobody can help me.

Where'd all this come from?

Your friend Wayne is so sweet.

Now there's a man who
knows how to smile.

Was he in a boy band?

You were right about Vega.

So my information was helpful?

No, but it was accurate.

You're free to go.
All charges are dropped.

Thank you, agent Cho.

Kimball.

You're welcome.

You know, you really
should do something

about that back of yours.

- It's nothing.
- You're very invested

in this man-in-an-iron-face
routine, aren't you?

I bet I could make
you cry like a baby.

I'll bet.

There may be hope for you yet.

Sac PD Narco Unit just got finished
searching the Perry's house.

They found baggies, scales,
drug residue, but no drugs.

Looks like Vega stole
his coke back.

No. The Perrys let the
killer in the house.

It was someone they trusted.

Otherwise, Dwayne here would
have died with a gun in his hand

instead of a video
game controller.

Did ballistics come back?

Yeah, the .380 casings
found at the Perry house

match the ones from
Yoli's crime scene,

all from the same gun.

And the ME puts the Perrys'
time of death

the same night as Yoli's.

So whoever killed the
Perrys killed Yoli.

Great. We've got no suspects.
We're back to square one.

Well...

I wouldn't say
square one exactly.

No?

No.

Hey, Candide, we're ready.

That's quite an impressive
pile you have there.

What are you, uh, doing here?

I'm looking for you.

Well, you can't be back here.

I can be wherever I wanna be.

Oh. Who says?

The law.

It knows no bounds.

What do you want?

I'm not sure yet.

Glad to see you're
having such a good week.

How much do you want?

Mm... 20.

- Grand?
- Percent.

That--that's insane.

Okay, then. Make it 25.

Get out.

I tell you what--

you tell Omar Vega I
got a deal to make,

and we'll call it square.

I told you I don't
know any Vega.

No?

Then why are you
counting his money?

Vega uses this club to
launder his drug money.

It's his club, that's obvious.

Look at you.

You're not a big
time club owner.

You tell Vega there's more
where that came from.

That pro seemed like a
piece of work, huh?

Who, Summer?

Oh, she's "Summer" now.

She is Summer. That's her name.

Just like she knows
your name is Wayne.

Look, it was just
some potato chips.

You emptied out the
entire vending machine.

Yeah. She was hungry.

Copy that.

Hi. I was just leaving.

No. You're not.

No? I guess I'm not.

We're up.

You mind turning the
bass down a little?

Makes me wanna go
to the bathroom!

You got a signal?

Yeah.

Just give 'em a
lead before you go.

Straight ahead.

Turn right here.

I know this neighborhood.

It's derelict.

It's a perfect place to
set up a drug operation.

Okay, they stopped. Slow down.

They're just a few
hundred feet up ahead.

Let's park here.

How many months has
Sac PD's Narco team

been looking for Vega's hideout?

We found it in one day.

I don't see the SUV.

They must have pulled into
one of these warehouses.

Yeah, but where?

Wait a second.
Where'd you hide Jane's tracking device?

His jacket lining.

Jane's jacket and shoes.

We're screwed.

We're fine.

Jane's screwed.

So I was thinking

it's getting a little
crowded in here.

Walk away.

Right now.

If you wanted a date, all
you had to do was ask.

Where can I find Omar Vega?

- Why?
- He's got one of our people.

What makes you think
I know where he is?

You're a hooker.
You had intel on Vega.

You must sleep with his men.

You don't mince
your words, do you?

I don't have time
for this, Summer.

Neither do I.

I just spent an hour
talking to him.

You chased off big money.

Now I have to start
from the beginning.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm arresting you
for solicitation.

Make sure you make
it nice and tight.

I know how you love to
assert your authority.

What is the matter with you?
A life's at stake.

What is wrong with you?

You think you can
just come up here

and take whatever you want
from me whenever you want it?

You're used to getting paid.
Fine.

How much do you want?

I don't want your money, Cho.

I was just looking for a
little common courtesy.

Vega's held up at an abandoned
garage on Tenth Street.

Now take these off of me and
leave me the hell alone.

A little disappointed
about my shoes.

Is this how you treat
all your guests?

What do you want to sell me?

Drugs, of course.

You need a new supplier,

or you might end up
shoeless yourself.

Este cabron thinks
he's on one, yes?

So, um, this supply--

where exactly does it come from?

The Narcotics Task Force
collects information

on every dealer in this city--

where they operate, where
their stash houses are.

I give you that
information-- for a fee--

and you can re-stock
your supply at will.

How is that amusing?

Oh, it's, um, it's
not funny "ha ha."

It's more funny crazy.

You see, I just got the
exact same offer yesterday.

Interesting negotiating tactic.

I'm gonna call your bluff.

You think I'm lying?

There's only one rainmaker.

Bring her in.

- What are you doing?
- Hey.

Get your hands off me!

Yo! Where's Vega?

I demand to speak to him!
We're business partners!

What's he doing here?

Vega, what are you doing to me?

I hate to break the news,

but this woman is
an undercover cop.

Yes, I know exactly what she is.

Actually, she's part of the
same Narcotics Task Force

that you claim to
have access to.

Oh, you're good.

You're very good. She's good.

And you're being set up

for a one-way trip to
the Gray Bar Hotel.

You patted her down
for a wire yet?

Vega, you can't be taking
this guy seriously.

Uh, no, to be honest with you,

I don't know what
to make of you two.

I mean, it's not every
week that two dirty cops

show up on my doorstep, both
offering me the same deal.

I mean, what are the odds, hmm?

Oh, the odds?
The odds are someone's lying.

Shoot her now.

- And then we'll talk some business.
- Yo, like hell!

He's not even a real cop!
This guy's a consultant!

No, you know, I think that
maybe my safest option

is to shoot you both!

Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.
Let's be cool here.

You can't shoot me.

I took out the Perry
boys for you.

Explain.

I knew they hit
your stash house.

I knew where they
were hiding out,

so I fixed it...

as a gesture of goodwill.

He is lying.

How would you know?
You weren't there.

Yes, I was. I shot them.

That's impossible.
The gun that was used

to kill the Perry
boys was the same gun

that was used to shoot
Yoli Concepcion.

And I know you didn't kill her

- because she was your best friend.
- Yes, she was.

I loved Yoli.

But she was starting to suspect

that someone in our
unit was dirty.

It was just a matter of time

before she figured
out it was me.

Yoli was five-o?

Damn.

That's a touching story.

There's just one
problem with it.

I killed Yoli, and I
killed the Perry boys.

I did 'em all.

Eenie meenie miney mo, hmm?

Catch a liar by the toe.

If they holler, let them go.

Eenie meenie miney...

- Mo.
- CBI! Drop the weapon now!

Let's go, get down!

Everybody face down
on the ground now!

Don't even think about it.

Don't move!

Anyone happen to see my shoes?

So... you're the one who helped
the Perrys steal Vega's cocaine.

That's right.

When Yoli suspected a
dirty cop was behind it,

why didn't she come to me?

You're a bureaucrat.

Me and Yoli, we
came up together.

I was the one that sh--

I was the one she trusted most.

Look what it got her.

And you framed the Perry
boys for Yoli's murder.

That's why you sent her the
text messages in code.

It was easy to get
Yoli to bite on that.

I told her if there was a
dirty cop on our team,

we needed to use code so
we didn't tip 'em off.

The champagne text meant
that I was in trouble.

Once I sent it, all I had to do

was wait for her to
show up at her car.

You worked so hard to frame
them for Yoli's murder,

and then you killed
them with the same gun?

Yeah, that part wasn't planned.

I went to the Perry's
to split our take.

They wanted to revise the deal.

Told me I had to
take a reduced cut.

Told me they'd drop dime
on me if I didn't give in.

I didn't give in.

I guess you showed them.

You don't get it.

Suits never do.

Try me.

I been in Narcotics
my whole career...

bustin' punks like the Perrys

that got more money
in their pockets

than I make in a year.

It never ends.

So why try to beat 'em when
you can just join 'em?

Well, now you can
join 'em in prison.

Thank you.

Hey.

What do you want?

Feeling bad now?

Roughed up the
down-on-her-luck call girl?

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

I wanna use you.

Oh, be still my beating heart.

Yes or no?

Okay.

But don't expect just
because you're a cop,

you get a discount.

Standard rates apply.

Not for sex.

For information.

I can use a good
confidential informant.

Cash money, right?

Right.

You know, Cho, I like you.

You got a mysterious,
feline vibe.

Is that a "yes"?

Kimball...

for cash money, I'd
snitch on my mom.

What'd she do?

You got paper to sign, or what?

You don't look any
worse for wear

after your showdown with Vega.

Oh, I'm fine,

apart from a couple of holes
in my socks from tap dancing.

You were right.

Your offer to Vega helped
flush out the real killer.

How'd you know it was Bianca?

Well, unlike her co-workers,

Bianca never took off
her criminal disguise.

So it was a guess.

Ah, you make it
sound so artless.

- It's time.
- For what?

We need to talk about Red John.

Oh. Grieving widower
at my 12:00.

Your 6:30.

Agent Lisbon?

Hi. Can I help you?

I'm looking for the
evidence room.

They're releasing Yoli's things.

It's downstairs two levels.

Sir?

Your wife's
undercover assignment

was to help take down Omar Vega,

a drug dealer wanted in
connection with multiple murders.

With what we learned from Yoli,

we found Vega's
operation last night

and we arrested him with
20 pounds of cocaine.

I doubt he'll ever set
foot on the streets again.

Yoli saved a lot of lives.

Thank you...

I guess.

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