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Previously on The Shield:

On the ground!

Grenades.

We gotta go get Lem.

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

They're gonna make you
give us up.

Shane?

Grenades.
The El Salvadorans.

Their leader's missing.
Name is Guardo. Start there.

We'll find out who did this
and we'll kill him.

Why am I trusting you?

If you care about Guardo,

you'll play it my way.

Let Nydia go.

She's how we're gonna get

to Guardo.

Maybe he didn't do it.

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

Look at him, man.

We know about you and Shane.

He's in the hospital.

Stepdad know you spread your
legs for Shane?

Her old man got the drop on me.

Some black bitch called
on your phone.

Is that who you're banging while
I got morning sickness? Get out.

What do you know about a guy
named Hernan?

He's a fed undercover
in the Salvadoran organization.

Who are you?
We're on the same side.

Heard about some trouble with
the Salvadorans and Mexicans.

My guess:
Guardo's collateral damage.

Prick blew up a friend of mine.
What, that cop?

Guardo didn't do that.

The word came down:
no distractions.

Shit, Guardo wasn't even
up here then.

He was in Mexico with me.

Our son can never
know what I've done.

I killed Lem.

Please forgive me,
please. I can't...

I can't do this anymore,
I'm sorry.

Please, just ask me back.

Who's got it? Eyes up.

Nobody wants to talk.

Don't look at me.

Somebody's got it.

Can't do nothing the easy way.

All right, ladies, this ain't
your first time at the dance.

You know the drill. Drop 'em.

Oh, yeah, pretty boy,
you got a lot to think about.

Take your time.

Not you. Hurry up.

Come on, move!

I want your shoes.

I want your pants, your shirts.
Neat little piles.

Is he alone?

Sound of it's a do-not-disturb.

Yeah, come in.

What is it, Billy?

You have a visitor, Antwon.

What does Renee look like here?

I know. I'm sorry.

I know my visitor can't be
as half as fine as Renee.

Ain't that right, baby?

Mm-hm. Better be right.

Some white cop from L.A.

He's pressing the warden

about seeing you right away.

Give me two shakes.

And shut that damn dog up.

Now, I ain't got time

for sweet nothings, baby.

You gonna have to show me

what that good God gave you
right now.

Come here.
Mm-hm.

My day just gets sunnier
and sunnier.

How's life in prison?

Much better now that Kavanaugh
went down for framing you.

Got my privileges back.

I didn't know we still had
business together.

Oh, you mean since my guy
you put a hit out on

got a grenade in his lap?

I heard about that.

Gotta give somebody points
for creativity.

Yeah,

you.

You may have wanted
your pound of flesh from me.

Waiting for Lem
to come into jail,

but he ran.

So you had your guys
on the outside find him,

kill him,

and make it look Salvadoran.

One-time offer.

You tell me who it was
on the outside who offed Lem,

the punishment
will be limited to them.

You don't give me
all their names right now,

and I will start tearing up
your gang from the outside,

and I will start tearing at
your perks from the inside.

And I promise you,
I swear to God,

I will find a way,

no matter how many guards
you have on your payroll,

to get to you inside here.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,

is my final encore.

Making the great Vic Mackey

think I'm everyone
and everywhere.

Responsible for all the worst
crimes against humanity.

It's sad, really.

You know, chasing ghosts
haven't done you any favors.

I didn't off your boy.

Wished I did.

And so do you,

because if you're
coming after me for this,

that means you lost
your last clue.

Good seeing you, though.

He says, "Daddy,
I got a boo-boo.

Shane.
My boo-boo's on the inside."

I'll talk to you later.
Okay.

When did you get in?
Ten minutes ago.

We got a problem.
What?

Guardo didn't kill Lem.

No one in the Salvadoran
organization did.

What?
Took a flyer at Antwon too.

One-Niners are a no-go.

We're back at square one.

No.

Guardo's in a bunch
of charred pieces because...

He didn't do it.

We got credible intel.
From who?

A Federal ICE agent working
undercover with the Salvadorans.

So now the feds
have the final say?

You know how many times
they've lied to us

to keep us from playing
in their back yard?

Doesn't feel like that.

So he's the rare fed
that lies well.

Look, we finished this.

There's nothing more
to find out, all right?

Hey, Dutch.
Where are we with Lem's case?

Holding pattern.
Still working on finding Guardo.

That Guardo's a dead end.
I got it right from Hernan.

You met with Hernan?

The ICE told me
I couldn't get a sit-down.

What's the lab report say?

Uh, it's not back yet.

It's due.
I got a dead cop and no suspect.

You think you could light a fire
under their Bunsen burner?

Yeah, maybe.

- Yeah?
- Did something happen

last weekend
when you had Cassidy?

Something to upset her?
No, why?

Well, she said she won't
stay with you next weekend

when I go to San Francisco
for the Cure Autism Now rally.

Why not?
Doesn't wanna talk about it.

I've already got the hotel
reservations, the plane tickets.

I'll talk to her.
Whatever it is, we'll fix it.

Look, in the meantime,
I'm stuck here.

You think you can drive Cassidy
over here later?

She won't talk to you.

Well, it's not up to her.

I'll talk to you later.

I'm running a list
of ex-military felons.

Maybe they got Lem's grenade
from Uncle Sam.

Uh-huh. Interesting reading?

I was just checking out
real-estate prices.

Trying to see what this house
Mara and I are fixing up's

gonna be worth.

You want to jump in
on this Lem thing anywhere?

It's a waste of time.

We settled this.

We can't be sure.

This ICE agent,
he has no reason to lie to us.

You were sure enough
to put a bullet in Guardo

before he confessed.

And I trusted you then,

that we knew everything we were
gonna know about what happened.

And you did what you had to do.

We all did.

Now, just put this
in the rear-view mirror.

Stop asking questions
that there are no answers to.

Whatever funk
he was in seems over.

He seems at peace with it.

I don't know how I can be
until I know for sure.

When we took down
that stash of grenades

the night that Lem died,

Shane did the count solo, right?

Vic, come on.

Did he say anything weird
that night?

About Lem? The night...

No.

No.

He did say, um,

when Kavanaugh's
frame-up job was gone

and things looked really bad,
he said something like:

What if he said he had
a grenade from the bust

and he was with Lem
and it went off accidentally?

I just took it as him
wanting to lie to get you off.

What did you say?

I said it wouldn't help,

and he'd be admitting
to aiding and abetting.

What did he say?

Nothing.

You remember Shane's count
on the grenades that night?

Uh, not here,
at the Salvadoran house.

Jesus, Vic.
I don't wanna think like that.

Do you remember the count
or not?

Write it down.

What do you have?

Seventy-three,
like the home-run record.

We gotta run a check.

What are we saying here?

All we're saying is,

as soon as we can,

the first chance you get, you...

You're gonna quietly confirm

that Shane logged in 73 grenades

and that all 73 grenades
are still sitting there

nice and neat

in the bomb-squad
evidence locker.

Morning.

Mind if I take one of these?

Was this Lem's?

I'm sorry.
I... I... I didn't...

No, no, no. It's all right.

You're part of the team now.
No reason it should go empty.

Trust me. If I'm
wrong, I'll buy you a beer.

Hey there, gentlemen.

Well, someone had a good night.

Pregnancy sex is the best kind.

Give you something
to look forward to.

Thanks, I'll give Mara a call.

Just the crew I'm looking for.

Got a body in an apartment
building on Cole.

Young woman, 20s. Stabbed.

Are we taking
straight-up homicides now?

Victim's Emily Martin. Daughter
of city controller, Rob Martin.

The guy that's got
the city's purse strings.

That earns our special touch.

A lot of people
will be watching.

Aceveda called himself
to ask for extra manpower.

Just remember who you work for.

These cases are a big invitation

to get ass-reamed by the bosses.

So let's get it done and
get out of the spotlight.

Try not to get ass-reamed.

Well, it wasn't a robbery.

The extent of the wounds?

Someone gave her an O.J. shave.

Long way from Daddy.

- She got tired of the west side.
- You know the drill.

Look for nosy neighbors.

Something there.
Maybe a shoe print.

Good work, eagle-eye. I knew
they bumped him up for a reason.

Come on, let's start over here.

Police, open up.

Hey, there's the poster girl.

Looking good, Tina.

All bow down to the poster girl.

Ah, I guess wet dreams
can come true.

Hey. How you doing?

I'm... I'm good. How are you?

Good... Good. Um, I...

I called you a couple of times.

Is everything copacetic?

Yeah. Well, you heard
about the transfer?

They basically wanted me
in some P.R. role.

Talking in schools, recruitment
meetings, things like that.

You mean, uh, the poster. Heh.

Yeah. That's all that was.

But I got to meet a couple of
people up at the chief's office

and convinced them that I could
represent the force better

out on the streets.

Well, I think you belong here.

Dutch, there's a woman
in the lobby

who wants to talk
to a detective.

Uh, Steve's free.

She said actually
that it's about Guardo Lima.

That's your suspect
in Lem's murder case, right?

Uh, yeah. Excuse me.

Tina, welcome back.

We should talk about
your new assignment.

Okay.

You heard that Julien's
on the Strike Team, yeah?

Yeah.

So who am I riding with?

Well, for now, me.

Is that a problem?
No.

Well, you're a sergeant now

and sergeants
don't get out much.

That's okay,
I'm gonna keep you real busy.

It's only temporary.

You have information
about Guardo Lima?

He's missing.
Something bad's happened.

When was the last time
you spoke to him?

He hasn't called me
in over a week.

That doesn't mean
anything's wrong.

We talk every day. He loves me.

Now, no one has seen
or heard from him.

Was it Salceda?
Who's Salceda?

A Mexican.

He's the one who wanted to take
over the business Guardo ran.

That cop knows all about it.

He's the one who told me that
Salceda wanted to kill Guardo.

Okay, w-which cop?

I'm the one they had
in protective custody,

so don't pretend you don't
know what I'm talking about.

Kevin Hiatt, this is Robert
and Patricia Martin.

Kevin's heading up the team
that's doing the investigation.

Sorry about your loss.
Thank you.

The Martins are friends, and I
told them I'd be the go-between.

Emily was a beautiful,
wonderful young woman.

Do you know what she was doing
in this part of town?

Our daughter
didn't deserve this.

My wife doesn't deserve to be
put through anything else.

Of course.

Give me a second.

The Martins
are dealing with a tragedy.

Lots of people might try
to paint this a certain way,

so we can't let anybody
sully this girl's reputation.

Yeah. Sure.

Hey.

Witness says he saw
his neighbor, Rahid Moore,

hurrying out carrying
two trash bags.

Six flights up,
he still took the stairs.

People say he's loud,
gets visitors all night long.

When they've asked him to
keep it down, he's made threats.

Apartment's right over here.

Let's pay a visit.

- Uh, Vic?
- What? What's the problem?

Aceveda and the old man
want the daughter clean.

We don't even know what we're
supposed to be hiding yet.

Hiding?
I'll help you through that.

Just keep it to yourself
for now.

Look, city controller
on one side,

Claudette's moral code
on the other.

So whoever you screw,
you get cut off at the knees.

Fantastic.

Trust me,

there's a way out.

There always is.

First we find out the truth,
then we figure out what to do.

Late-night visitors
means late-night customers.

He packed up his stash
and got out of Dodge.

If Rahid had a parking spot,

the building'll have his plate.

I'll get on the wire.

Anything?

Think so.

Phone numbers. Good.

Call them in. See if you can get
some names to go with them.

Hey, Vic.
Found this under the bed.

Guy must have needed a boost
for the road.

Or Daddy's little girl did.

They came and got me one night,
about a week ago.

Took me to the safe house

because they told me
I was in danger.

From Salceda?

I just wanna find Guardo.

Could you look for him, please?

He's supposed to be in Mexico.
The main one

said that Salceda would try
to kidnap me

to get leverage on Guardo.

And then they just what,
let you go?

This one, he said that Guardo
never came back to L.A.,

but they caught Salceda.

Then he dropped me off.

They know what happened
to Guardo.

They know if someone killed him.

Her time frame

puts all this
during Vic's personal days off.

I understand the time frame.

Vic had Guardo on the phone,
Nydia confirms it.

And, uh, there's no Salcedas
in the department's records

with any connection to
the Salvadorans or the cartel.

We are not gonna accuse Mackey
of murder and be wrong again.

Let me put Vic
in the room with her.

I'll set it up as a surprise
but I'll have a camera rolling.

You shook
that hornet's nest once.

Haven't you been stung
enough yet?

It's not an accusation.

And if the girl's lying,
what's the harm?

Keep it contained.

Good, I'll keep Billings
out of it.

Rahid Moore. How do we find him?

I don't know anyone
by that name.

That's right. You're the PTA mom
from Eagle Rock.

Husband, two kids.

Weird we found your number
in Rahid's apartment

on the shitty side
of the freeway.

A guy with two distribution
arrests?

Had three stars by your name.

Husband know
you're on the spike?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Bitch to hide, ain't it.

Hey.

Gotta work real hard

to hide that secret.

Stop!

Let me see.

Where do you shoot up?
On your ankle?

Between the toes?

Get off me.

Tell me where to find Rahid.

Stop.

I'm getting to the good part.

Nice scab marks.

Your husband knows,

otherwise you're
one frustrated gal

when it comes to
the oral pleasures of life.

Stop it.
Then tell me

what I need to know.

Don't tell Jeffrey.

I'm gonna tell him,
your kids, your friends.

I'm even gonna tell
the old lady who brings

cookies to the PTA meetings.

Sure is getting hot in here.

Okay. Hey, uh, this stops now,
you understand?

What?

This Tina bullshit.

This isn't high school.
That's too bad.

I heard she was gonna ask you
to the Sadie Hawkins dance.

Hey, how's the Quick-Mealer
business going?

The machines are still here.

You're still lining your pocket
on the department's dime, right?

I've been waiting for you
to throw it in my face.

I'll do more than that.
I'll throw it in IAD's face.

Why? Because I gave you
a little jab about Tina?

Yes.

But I'll make you a deal.

You get those machines
out of here today,

you back off
Tina-and-me thing forever,

and I'll pretend
it never happened.

You know that partner vibe
we had going,

catching the runaway rapist?

That had a shelf life
of about, what, 48 hours?

What's IAD's number again?
All right. All right.

But this is gonna take
some doing.

And you are gonna have to cover
my ass for the rest of the day.

You guys ever think about

putting some doors in here?

You're in charge.

See what you can do.

What now?

He texts me back with a number
and a time.

Each number
means a different location.

How long before he answers?

It depends on when he can meet.

And your PTA schedule.

I just don't understand what...

All the numbers are right there
in the file. Just look it up.

Hey, Kevin.
Hi, Danny.

Uh, this is Tina Hanlon.

The poster girl, right?
Yes.

Yeah. I'm Kevin Hiatt.

Nice to meet you. Tina.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, Tina, did you finish
that filing yet?

It's a three-week job,
what do you think?

You know what,
I'm your superior.

When you talk to me,
lose the tone.

You thought it was tough
with Julien?

You ain't seen nothing yet.

You gotta find a way
to be better than you were,

otherwise you're gonna end up
being our filing girl.

When I was gone,

I met a few people
in some high places,

so I'm not exactly knocked over
by the new stripes.

I'm not a trainee here anymore,
but I'll watch my tone.

But so will you.
Or what?

Or explain why
you can't get along

with the new face
of the department.

Hey, sweetheart.

Everything okay, kiddo?

Hey.

You know what,
let's go upstairs.

All right, Cass,
what's going on?

I don't have to talk to him.

Look, y-you're causing your mom
a lot of stress here, sweetie.

Matty and Megan have a weekend
planned with kids like them...

I could stay with Olivia.
Her parents said it's fine.

Hey, you're staying with me...

Or not.

Let's talk about
what's bothering you.

Fine.

My friend Brian,
his dad's a lawyer,

did a LexisNexis search on you.

I saw all the shit you've done.

What?

The brutality complaints.

The IAD guy thought
you killed people.

Oh, Cassidy...

Listen to me. People say things
and write things,

and that doesn't mean
that they're true, okay?

That IAD cop got caught
trying to frame your father.

He's the one in jail now.

I don't want to learn
about life from you.

You have nothing to teach me.

Hey, I'll teach you
some respect...

Respect is earned.

Cassidy.

Whatever you've read,
whatever you've heard,

it's not the whole truth, honey.

Like the baby you had
with some other woman?

I heard Mom talking
on the phone with Grandma.

She didn't know I was awake.

Cassidy,

that's adult stuff.

You don't have to concern
yourself with that right now.

You kept a secret that I have

some baby brother
I've never even seen?

Vic, Rahid answered
the text message.

We got a location on him.

- Vic.
- What?

Somebody upstairs says they've
got information on Guardo Lima.

What kind of information?
I had trouble following.

You know that world better.
I'm buried. Can you talk to him?

I'm kind of busy right now.

If it's about Lemansky,
it could be important.

Hey, Vic, let's go.

I got a location on a suspect.

If they're still around
when I get back, I'll chat then.

Valerie couldn't make it,
but, uh, she sends her regards.

Wanna tell us why you ran out of
your apartment with trash bags?

Don't you dump your trash?

Not the day after pickup.

That's when the bins is empty.
Emily Martin.

She was in your apartment today.

Never heard of her.

So when her blood comes back
off of your shoe,

you'll tell us you never
stepped in it?

You stabbed her, then you
ran out and dumped the knife.

And Johnnie Cochran
ain't alive to represent you.

Do you know
who this girl was, man?

You mean her daddy?

Yeah.
Some big, important city dude.

VIPs get quick police response.

We're gonna hand over his
daughter's killer

and they're gonna make
an example out of you.

I let her suck my dick, so what?

That sure as hell don't mean
I killed her.

Aside from your winning
personality,

is there any other reason why
Emily would wanna play with you?

She needed fuel for the needle.

Didn't have the money
to keep herself mellow,

so she started paying another
dude with some mouth and pussy.

- What dude?
- Snail.

He, uh, moves some shit for me
over in Brentwood.

He brought her around
a couple times.

What can I say?
Girl was smart enough

to cut out the middleman
and go directly to the source.

How did Snail feel about that?

The white boy's a control freak.

I mean, he got her on the shit,

then he started
rationing it out.

Thought he could keep the pussy
on a leash.

Did you see him kill Emily?

I heard something.

By the time I got outside,
she was already done.

I mean, I knew y'all was gonna
be crawling all over the place,

so I stuck my stash in the trash
and stepped outside.

Pat yourself on the back later.

Right now you're gonna tell us
where Snail is, right?

I'll tell you something else.

That girl,

she had no love for her pops.

What's with the Martin murder?

Getting to a dark place.
Meaning?

Daughter was
a heroin-addicted whore.

Paid for her drugs
with pussy and mouth favors.

Other than that,
she was Pippi Longstocking.

That's a lot to get between.

He's a friend
of the department's...

But if this thing's
uncontrollable,

there's no sense
in you getting burned too.

We need to appear loyal.

If the press gets ahold
of the information,

that's out of our control.

Martin can have somewhere else
to focus his anger.

Someone's gotta take the heat,
right?

Anything I should know about?

Nothing we can't handle.

Don't let these people
influence you.

Follow the case where it leads,
but the VIP key's

only gonna open so many doors,
you got it?

Now's the time
to be taking notes.

Hey, Vic.
Excuse me.

Shane logged in 73 grenades
that night, like we remembered.

Talk to the bomb squad?
Seems like a paperwork thing.

Had a rookie
count them all by hand.

Seventy-three.
All accounted for.

Oh, shit.

You know what, I'm an asshole.
First I doubted Lem, now Shane.

I am a complete asshole, man.

No. We just wanted answers.

This is a good one to get.

Maybe Shane's right.

Maybe we got all the answers
we're gonna have.

Hey, Danny. Got a minute?

Of course.

What's up?

My daughter knows about Lee.

Oh, Jesus.

How?

She heard Corrine
talking on the phone.

Look, no offense,
but she may be your ex,

but that lady's been
a real pain in my ass.

No, look, I...

Vic, I chose to do this alone
for a reason, okay?

I... I don't need a hassle
around here.

This isn't people in the Barn,
this is my daughter.

Yeah, well, I never wanted you
to get involved.

Not you, not your ex,
not your kids.

I've learned as a parent
that, uh,

things don't go as we planned,

do they?

So now what?

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

Vic and I got the front.

You guys come in
from around the back.

- Let's go.
- Cross over here.

Wait. Wait, wait.

What?

Shit!

That's a .45.

Yeah.

Vests aren't
gonna be worth shit.

Hit it.

All right, go.

Hiatt, I got him! Don't move!

Are you hit?

No!

I'm not hit, bitch!

- I'm taking this guy in alone.
- What?

You know the situation.

There's no way you can
walk away from it clean.

So screw. What the hell does
a city controller do?

Eliminates the Strike Team
with the stroke of a pen.

This guy took shots
at both you and Hiatt.

Shane's right. Can't walk a guy
into the cage that shot at cops

without messing up his hair.

It's a bad message.

Martin's a friend
of the department.

That means more money, more
cops. We have to consider it.

The captain said we didn't
have to worry about that.

She doesn't have all the pieces.

We got the suspect.
Take this guy in.

That's what I'm
gonna do, just alone.

I'm not comfortable with that.

Look, we're gonna get squeezed
whatever we do.

Maybe I can figure
a way around it,

but if not, I'll take the hit.

For the rest of us? Why?

I'm out at the end of the month.

There's nothing else
they can do to me.

Listen, maybe I should
take him in.

Look, you guys
all have something to lose.

Now, maybe there's a compromise
to be worked out,

but you guys aren't the ones
to be compromised.

He needs to show up
back at the Barn

looking the same way
he looks now.

I won't mess up a hair
on his little head.

You brought the knife,
you followed the girl.

Death penalty's a slam dunk.

I can make it
so you can avoid all that.

Maybe even see
the light of day again.

What are you talking about?

You know who Emily's father is?

Well, the family wants
to avoid embarrassment.

You just gotta be willing
to tell the right story.

Yeah? What's the right story?

Good boy.

Detroit,
bring him up to Interrogation.

How'd you like to walk
out of here with no charges?

I'd like that very much.

Stick around, I'll tell you how.

Hey. You're back.

Any word on the lab results?

They promised me
by the end of business day.

Uh, that woman's still here.

What woman?

The one with information
on Guardo.

Oh, right.

She's, uh, stuck around
this long.

Uh, yeah, okay.

Thanks.
She's in Interrogation 1.

Got it.

Guardo never came back.

Guardo's a mysterious guy.

Did you do something to him?

I never even saw him.

What happened to Salceda?

He must've got away.

I heard from people in Mexico.

They said Guardo
came back to L.A.

I heard the same thing.

I only wish I caught him.

I don't understand.

We heard a rumor that Salceda
wanted to kill Guardo.

We didn't know if it was true

but Guardo was a suspect
in the murder of a cop,

so I didn't give a shit.

So you lied to me?
You kept me prisoner?

No. I told you you could leave

whenever you wanted.

The smart thing was to stay.

All the stuff Guardo did,
it was only a matter of time.

You're lucky he didn't
drag you down with him.

Why don't we just
get Kavanaugh out of jail,

have me investigated again?

Witness protection?

Sounds more like, uh,
kidnapping to me.

All right, I wanted Guardo.

I heard about Salceda
on the street, so I used it.

I would have used
anything I had to get him.

To bring him in for Lem's death.

But the Mexicans
got to him first.

You did all
this based on a rumor?

Yeah, I did.

And if I had ignored that rumor

and Nydia got killed
by that guy,

you'd be asking me a lot tougher
questions right now.

So you never found Guardo?
No.

I didn't.
She seems convinced you did.

For all we know,
Guardo could've sent her here

to make us think that he's dead
just to throw us off his track.

Oh, for Christ's sake,

she's in love with a guy
who blows up kids for a living.

You're trying to show people
why you should stay.

This escapade looks like another
reason why you should go.

Guardo was killed
by the Mexicans.

You don't believe me,
talk to Hernan.

Tell me how to contact him
and I will.

Help close the books on the
girlfriend's false accusations.

Ask Hiatt.

You caught the man
that killed Emily?

Yeah.

I think you know what your
daughter was into when she died.

She was an addict.

I tried to help her,
but she wouldn't take it,

so I... I cut her off.

I thought it would keep her
from buying more.

Do you know what your daughter
was doing to get her drugs?

She threw it in my face,

trying to get
more money from me.

Well, it was all true.

But that's not how history
has to read.

Thank you.

I mean, there are some things
I can't fake.

The ME's gonna find that heroin
in her system.

I'll take care of that.

I've got an appeals hearing
in a couple of weeks.

They're gonna decide whether
to force me out or not.

Oh. I'll see what I can do.

Must be good to be king.

Snail dealt for me a little.

He was in over his head.

Told me about this girl

that was trying to get him
out of the life.

Shame.

Just trying to get him
to stop selling drugs.

Guess she was a real nice girl.

Emily found out I was dealing.

She wanted me to quit.

She followed me up
to Rahid's apartment,

tried to stop me from buying.

Kept pressing me hard
in the elevator.

I just lost it.

She didn't deserve any of it.

What's the problem?

We shouldn't be playing God.

God creates all men equal.

Once they get out of the womb,
he starts playing favorites.

Is that Lem's lab report?

Is it?

Yeah.
And the final autopsy report.

And?
Nothing much.

No fingerprints,
no DNA left behind.

Let me see it.

You think there's anyone

who wants to solve Lem's murder
more than me?

There's crime scene photos
and there's autopsy photos.

Curtis was eviscerated
from the waist down.

Give me it.

What report is this?
This is new.

That's Kavanaugh's last report.

Part of the deal he made
when he came clean about you

was providing full disclosure.

Hey, Kev.
Can I ask you something?

Absolutely.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Dutch. Hey, Tina.

Uh, that project I gave you,
you made a couple of mistakes.

Come, I'll show you
before I leave.

Thanks.
Sure.

See you.
Bye.

Um, you remember asking me
about Hernan,

that, uh, ICE agent
in the Salvadoran organization?

Sure.

Did you guys get in touch?
Yeah.

How?
It's easier to negotiate between

federal agencies.

You, uh... You're not
a federal agent anymore.

No. No, not anymore.

Be careful with that.

It's a sophisticated
piece of machinery.

I don't wanna see dings in it.

Um, I gave it some thought.

You wanna keep the machines,
go ahead.

Why? So you can still have it
to hang over my head?

Yeah, that's right.
No, thanks. I'll pass.

I can keep the leverage,
or you can lose money.

It's your call.

Hey, guys, hang on a second.

Hey, Cassidy.
Hi.

Come on in.

This is Lee.

What's his whole name?

Lee Carson Sofer.

Carson's my mom's maiden name.

What's his birthday?

On the second.

Six-nineteen a.m.

Do you want to hold him?

Everything all right, Cass?

No. I... I don't wanna hold him.

I just wanna see.

That's okay.

Another time.

Hey.
Hey.

Vic wants the three of us
to meet.

When?

Right now.

Portillo Autobody.

He wants to walk
Lem's crime scene,

the time of night
that it happened.

See if there's anything
the lab boys missed.

Lab report came in?
Yeah.

Anything useful?

I don't think so.

You wanna ride together?

I gotta finish this paperwork
on our stabbing.

I'll be five minutes behind you.

Cool. I'll, uh, see you there.

Okay.

Yeah.

He's on his way.

Good.
You sure you don't want me?

No.

Keep your distance.

Okay.

Hey.

Wanna wait for Ronnie or what?

No. We can get started.

Okay.

Read the report.

Yeah?

What'd it say?
Nothing new.

No prints, no forensics.

Well, Guardo was smart.
He's careful.

Not careful enough to escape us.

No. Not that.

Guardo didn't kill Lem.

I tortured him, shot him

and burned his body,
and he didn't kill Lem.

We were right there with you.

Yeah.

I know.

But Guardo didn't do it.

The Salvadorans, they wanted
to stay off our radar.

They didn't even kill Emolia

when they found out
that she'd snitched.

Well, maybe some
Salvadoran rogue banger.

What, who killed Lem
with a grenade,

left no trace,
and disappeared like a ghost?

I don't think so.

It wasn't One-Niners looking
for Antwon revenge.

Made a fool of myself
up at Lompoc

finding that one out.

So I asked Ronnie to check

if you logged all the grenades

that night at the bust.

You counted 73 at the house,

and there are 73 sitting there

in the bomb-squad
evidence locker right now.

Which means...

...you pocketed a grenade

before Aceveda even lied to us
about Lem ratting us out.

You lied to us at the bust

about the count, you...

Before I even started

to question Lem,
you were looking for a way

to shut him up
to make it look Salvadoran.

Don't even go there, man.

Well, you were the last one
to get to the meet.

You couldn't lose your tail?
That's right.

Well, did you try?
As much as I could.

We couldn't look too suspicious,
remember?

Kavanaugh wrote another report.

Part of his deal.

He was shorthanded that night.

Just him and one other guy.

Stop right there, Vic.

There's nothing good
where you're going, man.

Just him and one other guy.

So he followed me and Ronnie.

So what? What did...?

You dropped a grenade in his lap
and what did you do, just run?

I did what I thought
had to be done at the time.

Oh, God.

I know, man.
Oh, God.

I know. I know.
Oh, no.

You piece of shit!

You made that decision
on your own?

He wouldn't go to Mexico.

Oh!
I told him about the goat farm,

about the way out.

About the money
that we were gonna send him.

You said that if he...

If he wouldn't take the ride
to Mexico,

that we would know
that he turned.

He didn't turn!
Well, I know that now!

We said we would look him in
the eye and we'd have the truth.

And he never turned on us.

We couldn't afford
to take that chance.

What, you think this
has been easy for me?

Carrying all this alone?

For you? Lem!

It was an impossible situation.

At the time, it was either him
or... Or the rest of us.

Bullshit!

Look, I was protecting you
and Ronnie from it.

Look, if he would've gone
to jail like he wanted,

he would've been killed
by Antwon

or turned by Kavanaugh.

Man, and you know that.

I don't know that.

He was strong.

You killed him
because you were scared.

He was strong,
and you were a coward.

Look, I was being strong

for all of us.

And I am not a coward.
Yeah, you were.

You were when you sat by
and watched me tear Guardo apart

for something that you did.

Jesus Christ,
what did you turn me into?

Oh, he was an asshole murderer!
I'm not an executioner!

Well, go tell that
to Terry's family.

That's different.

That son of a bitch,
he was a traitor.

Lem was my friend.

He was mine too.

You think you're looking at me
through some window.

All you're really doing
is looking in a mirror.

You and I, we're nothing alike.

I would never... You did.

More than once.

So let's at least
tell the truth now.

Lem's gone.

I would have spared Lem.

And I stepped up
and put Lem down

so you could go to bed at night
believing that.

You didn't come to me.

You didn't talk to me. We didn't
decide, and it's too late.

There was no time.

I didn't know if Kavanaugh
was gonna swoop down

and pick us up.
If you weren't sure...

If you weren't sure,

you should've taken that chance

that he was still with us.

You owed him that chance.

I had to kill my friend,

and you know why.

Look, it's taken me a while,

but you're gonna learn
how to accept it, man...

I will never accept that!
I will never accept that!

I'm not gonna fight you.

I'm not gonna fight you.

Ronnie's not even coming, is he?

Did you tell him you'd look me
in the eye, find the truth?

What, you're so goddamn psychic,

why didn't you know that Aceveda
was lying about Lem, huh?

I mean, all I was doing

was following
your game plan, coach.

You killed my friend.

Then you almost let Kavanaugh
send me away for it.

I never would've let it
come to that.

You let me kill Guardo without
opening your goddamn mouth.

I had the chance to pull
the trigger on you once before.

I didn't do it, and Lem
lost his life because of it.

Lem would've broken.

I took it on myself

the way that you took it
off of us for Terry.

Look, you're gonna learn
to be okay with it.

Man, you just need
a little time.

You and me,

we're all out of time.

Lem's case is still open.

I hope they catch you.

I hope they do. I hope everybody
knows what you did.

You don't get to do
what you did for free.

You're gonna pay that bill.

What, are you gonna give Dutch
a little push in my direction?

Well, maybe when they got me,

they'll have time to look into
who killed Terry.

That's old business,
and all you got is hearsay.

Our entire lives
are hearsay, Vic.

All the shit we've done.

And I've got a lot more on you
than you've got on me.

Get in your truck, drive away.

Leave here before I kill you.

No, you won't.

We've already been through
all that.

Before, you didn't blow Lem
in half with a grenade.

I see you again,

I will kill you.

Goddamn hypocrite.