All language subtitles for The.Shield.S06E10.BRRip.x264-ION10

Previously:

Knock it off.
Got a goddamn lump.

I'm not gonna
let you ruin my life.

Sure you are.
You are my hero.

Why?
Hanlon?

Sorry, I assumed,
the way she talks about you.

So Dutch man has a shot, then?
Dutch? Sure.

He's been working that
caring-mentor angle.

Your loss, my friend.

Did you talk to Shane?
He killed Lem.

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

I see you again
and I will kill you.

Just imagine every wrong
thing we have ever done.

Anything happens to me
or my wife or my son

that lands on IAD's doorstep.

I'm Kesakian.

I need to speak
to the real Kesakian.

My father's out of town.

You think can
keep this a secret?

Long enough for a miracle.

You think you're
running the show?

You'll be my partner
in this country.

Who's putting the most cash
into pockets?

Rezian. He runs the ports.

He's the one looking
to take over.

You're under arrest.

My people won't let you do this.

You don't have people.

Kesakian Jr.'s in charge,
so your crew ain't happening.

Sounds like Shane
made a big bust today.

I don't know what arrangement
you have, but just know:

when the chips fall,

they land on Shane's
side of the table.

That cop knows what's going on.

We cannot be partners.
I must be careful.

You just stay out of my way.

Looking to make you as miserable
as I possibly can.

I'll stop by and say hi when
you start your security job.

Vic stole from your father.
The Armenian money train?

Got robbed a few years back?
That was Vic.

They asked me
to be a part of it.

When I said no,
I became a threat.

We'll have to deal with him too.

Wait, I didn't tell you that.

But you have.
I must finish the job.

San Marcos is officially closed.

We got guys
who wielded machetes,

but not who ordered it.

Remember the one-armed man,
the suitcase of cash?

I'm a Mexican official.
Diplomatic immunity.

He was present
at the San Marcos murders.

We want him to stick around

and make sure his $230,000
luggage gets lost.

And Pezuela shows up with
his arm up Aceveda's ass.

Thank you.

Getting tips from prison,
representing a company

with the backing
of Mexican interests?

Now there's a conspiracy?
Why'd you kill those people?

Something big's coming up.

There's a dude
by the name of Romero.

We were supposed
to leave him alive.

So you just cut off his arm.

I understand you went to college
with Cruz Pezuela.

Gonna use every second
to find out what's going on.

Why those people died
and you didn't.

Where that money was going.

What Pezuela's angle
is on all of this.

I solved this thing before
the quarterly stats were due.

So saving this place doesn't
earn me a spot here?

Nothing that happened is gonna
change what I have to say.

I have one more picture.

That's Aceveda.

Gun to his head.

Rather than stand up
like a man to his attackers,

he takes a man's dick
in his mouth.

Don't think that'll
play too well with the voters.

Save your job.

But stop digging.
Right now.

Hello?

I'm in your driveway.
Come outside.

What?
Come outside.

Vic?
You don't wanna have

this conversation where
your wife and kid could hear.

What?

My appeals hearing's
tomorrow night.

Last chance to save my badge.

If you're looking
for a pep talk,

you came to the wrong man.

No, I didn't.

This is you, isn't it?

What is this?

I think you know what it is.

You and your boyfriend.

It's a fake. Photoshop.

This didn't happen.

Explain that to your voters.

You think you can use some
shitty forgery against me?

Man, I'm surprised
whoever pasted this together

on his computer
didn't give me tits.

I'm just looking
for a little help in exchange

for bringing this
to your attention.

Help with your review board?

Just a nudge.

Enough to keep me at the Barn.

Well, if you're gonna blackmail
someone, do it right.

This picture's a fake

and any other copies that
you're gonna hold back are fake.

Dr. Gettleman, 6144.

Dr. Gettleman, call 6144.

That your guy down
at the end of the hallway too?

I thought it'd be best.

Hospital doesn't
mind the muscle?

They acknowledge
my father's generosity

by being sensitive
to our need for privacy.

He's gotten worse.

Put him on life support.

They say he has just
a day or two.

I'm sorry.

For you.
Your information about the men

who robbed our money-laundering
operation is appreciated.

Put a lot of unanswered
questions to rest.

Look, I been wanting to talk
to you about that.

Things have been pretty quiet
for your crew

ever since
the feet chopping ended.

You're off everybody's radar.

My father worked hard
to establish that peace.

Well, I think it best
if we lay low

on any kind of retaliation.

You want me to do nothing?

Look, a couple of cops
end up hurt,

that sets things
on fire all over again.

My colleagues, the feds,
they will jump in.

It will hurt business,

and we already shut down
your port revenue temporarily.

I have no say in what
the retaliation will be,

or when.

I passed the information

to my father's
associates back home.

It's entirely in their hands.

Maybe you need to pass
along more information.

Tell them that they can't
just kill two cops

without it wrecking everything.

Those men stole millions.

I understand that,

but we gotta play
this game smart.

I am not playing a game, Shane.
Are you?

I'm just trying
to protect your family's

long-term interest.

That's what a good partner does.

Detective Mackey. Benjamin Webb.
Counsel for Mr. Aceveda.

How can I help you?

My client so wishes you'd

exercised better judgment
earlier tonight,

but you left him no choice
in responding to your threats.

The truth's not a threat.

Our legal remedies
will be two-pronged.

A laundry list of criminal
charges for extortion.

Our civil suit will be seeking
damages for defamation

to be determined later.

Since you approached my client
as a private citizen

the department will not
provide you with counsel.

You'll be forced to foot
the legal bills on your own.

You're ineligible
for a police pension

and you'll be
out of a job shortly.

You'll have to liquidate
your assets to fight this.

Look who's making threats now.

I'm just giving you a preview
of the next seven years

of legal hell you're in for,
detective.

Have a nice night.

You know?

I need a minute.

I'll get us another drink.

You branching out to the Orient?

I didn't expect
to see you so soon.

I need every copy
of that picture

and I need the story
that goes along with it.

May be impossible.

Well, then so's our arrangement.

I guess I gotta go back
to turning over those rocks

on the San Marcos murders.

My connection is only tertiary.
Certainly nothing criminal.

Then why are you afraid
of what I might find?

Afraid?

No.

I have larger interests
I'd like to protect.

Things too big for me to follow?

I understand you're a very
effective officer

on a street level.

I've made some arrests.
I hope many more.

But understand,
you are nothing more than a fly

on one of my many shits.

I'm offering you an opportunity

not because I fear you,
but to save myself the trouble

of having to take more drastic
measures in the future.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

I may have future jobs for you.

Ways you can help me.
Good.

Have you talked with our friend?
Have you saved your job?

Look, pictures can be copied.
Manufactured.

I need the original,
all the copies,

and the story that goes with it.

You understand I have to sell
him an end to this,

otherwise I won't have a badge
to do those jobs for you.

You'll find I'm a very good man
to work under.

It's an unfortunate series
of events down at the docks.

Orange isn't your color.
What if I told you was willing

to help steer you clear
of these troubles?

Trusting you is what landed me

in this shithole.

Importing untaxed gas
landed you here.

You, uh,

recognize your business ledgers?

They disappear
from our evidence locker

DA'll be forced to cut a deal.

That means months
instead of years.

Look, I made a bad judgment call

pairing up
with Kesakian's daughter.

She's got some bad intel
about a couple innocents

she thinks robbed
that Armenian money train

and I gotta stop the bloodshed.

So I just need to know
who the bosses will send

to do the job and when.

You backed a woman
in this fight.

You want these books
lost or not?

Is it true her father's
near death?

If Diro's smart, and she is,

she'll handle
the retaliation herself.

Hire locally. When it's done,
she'll make the call.

Tell our friends back home

that she found the problem,
solved it.

Who will she use
to do the whack?

Somebody that's been extremely
loyal to her father.

Zadofian would be her choice.

Where can I find him?

No idea, but betrayal like this?

Your friends won't be first.

First she'll kill
their children. The wives.

When the pain of that suffering
begins to fade

she'll kill the men involved.

I got three DMV listings
on Zadofian in L.A. County.

Yeah, looks like a father
and daughter in Whittier

and a 45-year-old male
in Glendale.

All right, give me Glendale's
license and registration.

Okay. Ari Zadofian.
'03 Lexus. Black.

Registered to a P.O. box.

Stake and notify on the Lexus.

It's urgent, so pass it along
to Wilshire and Pasadena.

Sure thing.

I was buying your
denial about the photo

but, uh, that Doberman you sent
gave away your hand.

What now, huh? Pictures of me
screwing the Bush twins?

No.

The original memory stick that
Juan downloaded the picture onto

and every existing copy.

Juan Lozano.
Low-level Byz Lat banger.

I had some run-ins with him.
So did you.

You shot his buddy
during a hold-up.

Later on, Lozano got his skull
crushed in County.

Uh, but you knew all that.

He had a gun to my head,
and my wife, my daughter...

Stop. I don't need to hear this.

Do you know where
I got these pictures?

Cruz Pezuela.

In exchange for not looking into

his involvement
in the San Marcos murders

and favors to be named later.
Heh.

He spoke to me like I was
one of his errand boys.

Cruz?
You wonder how a photo

from a Byz Lat banger
winds up in his hands?

Why Mexican and American
government officials

tried to stop
the San Marcos investigation?

Wait, Cruz?

He's hip deep in 11
San Marcos murders.

His buddy he went to college
with was the sole survivor

who lost an arm in the attacks.

So that's your price? My help?

Oh, Cruz is into some dark shit.

I'm gonna need my badge more
than three days to prove it.

The review board.

Well, I can't help with that.

It's too late and it goes
too far up the ladder.

You can do something to help me.

- Claudette.
- Yes.

You still have Eduardo Romero's
briefcase of cash?

All $230,000 of it.

I would like you to release

it to Romero
as soon as possible.

Why would I do that?

The money's connected
to the San Marcos murders.

Vic feels following it will
expose a deeper cover-up.

You want me to put

a quarter-million dollars
in play on the streets

for someone who's out of here
in three days?

I understand the case
is officially closed.

Closing it saved this place.

There's no desire
to open it back up.

And you know this goes higher

than just three cholos
with machetes.

Okay. Off the books,

and if this blows up,
it's on you.

I'll call Romero's attorney
and arrange it.

Just let Vic know
the whens and wheres.

You make a new friend?
No.

There gonna be a surprise
at the review board tonight?

Shouldn't be.
Hope not.

All units please be advised

Detective Vendrell,
Farmington Division,

has issued a stake and notify
for a black 2003 Lexus sedan

plate number

Driver is an Ari Zadofian,

45-year-old male wanted for
questioning. Please be...

- Yeah.
- You hear that notify?

- More Armenian mob play?
- Whatever it is,

it doesn't concern us.

Look, I gotta go.

Hey.
Hey.

Thanks for bringing it.

Sure.
Sorry I forgot it the last time.

You two have a good time
at Grandma's this weekend.

Yes, Daddy.
Love you, Matty.

You too, baby. Ooh!

Oh. Who's a big girl?

Listen, I, um,
shouldn't be home too late

if you wanna give Cass a call.

Yeah? Thanks.

Hello.

Hey. I got a hit on your Lexus.

One-Tango-16 just spotted
in Little Armenia.

Do you want me
to have them intercept?

No, no, no.
Just give me the address?

Hello.
We need to talk.

Yeah, look, I'm a
little tied up right now.

The man you're looking for
is no longer where you are.

I want to discuss a solution
to our problem.

Two hundred and
thirty thousand dollars.

I just need your signature.

With all your delays,

you won't mind
if we forget to say "gracias."

The doctors think it's best
to turn off the machines.

Let him go peacefully.

I said no.

Look, what I told you
about those cops,

Mackey and Gardocki,
I was wrong.

The facts were wrong,
or you were wrong to tell me?

It's complicated, but the fight
is between me and them.

Their families
shouldn't be hurt.

We can't separate the ones we
love from the choices we make.

It didn't have to be that way.

You're the one
making the decisions now.

You need to accept the fate
of your associates.

No, I can't.

I can't do that.

Now, you said
you had a solution.

This is the solution.

They get punished
for their betrayal,

you get punished for yours.

You really thought I wouldn't
find out you went to Rezian?

You can't kill
Vic's wife and kids.

Sorry.

No. No!

One step forward,

I swear to God,
I'll snap his goddamn trachea.

Don't hurt him.

We can't distance
the ones we love

from the choices we make, right?
Huh?

Give me my gun.
Now, or I swear to God,

I'll end his life.
Move.

Give it to me.

Yours too. Let's go. Right now.

Hands over your head.

What's this?

Thanks for the smokes.

No, no, no. No, no, no.
Zadofian will finish him too.

Get a nurse. Get a nurse.

Vic, come on. Pick up the phone.

This is Mackey.
Leave a message.

Goddamn it.

Hello.
Can I help you?

Uh, yeah, I, um...

I work right down the street,

and I got this letter
that was addressed to here.

Thank you.
Sure.

I didn't see a sign out front.
Didn't know what was in here.

Oh, we're a very small company.

Really. What do you sell?

More of a service provider.

Really? What kind of service?

Oh, I just answer the phones.

Please.
Sure.

Mr. Aramboles,
he owns the place?

His name was on the letter.

Right.

Do you have a copier here?
What?

Copier. That's what I do.
I sell copiers.

How's yours treating you?

Mind if I take a look?
Just a second.

No. Sorry, but...

Listen, I'm behind on my sales
this month.

You'd be doing me
such a big favor,

if I could take a quick look.

I'll list you
as a service contact.

Look, I'm really not supposed
to have anybody here. Please...

Ten seconds, 10 seconds.

Look, you really need
to leave right now.

I can give you a great deal
on a Pantera 5150.

Staple, sort, auto fold,
all the bells and whistles.

Please...

I guess this isn't a copy room.
Come here. Sit down.

I'm a cop. See?
What do you want?

Everything there is to know
about your jefe

and what goes
on around this place.

I just answer the phones.

Who calls?
I don't know.

A few minutes ago a one-armed
man was in here.

He dropped off a bag
with $200,000 in it.

I don't know
anything about that.

Money laundering, conspiracy,

illegal transfer of currency
out of the country.

You'll do time for just picking
up the phone and saying "hola."

Now, who is Aramboles
and what does he do?

I've only been here a month.

We're from Mexico City.

He was in military
intelligence or something.

He offered me a job.

Answering phones?

Better than swallowing verga
gringo at the club

I danced in back home.

So he keeps his oral
recreation in-house.

What's all this for?
The electronics.

All I know is that
he's some kind of consultant.

Security or something.

Where was he just headed?

To the bank.

He has an important meeting
with a client tonight.

Who's the client?

I don't know.

He doesn't say much
to me usually.

I don't think listening's
what you do best.

Here's how it goes.

You forget that you ever saw me,

or I tell your boss
you took me on a little tour

of his closet
full of guns and goodies.

Entiendes?

Just in time.

Here's our guy Aramboles.
You see him?

He's 200K light.
What did you learn about him?

Aramboles was a Mexican
intelligence officer

assigned to investigate
the cartels,

but he was fired a year ago.

Speculation
was he switched sides.

What's Pezuela's
connection to him?

I don't know.

What's your relationship
with Pezuela like now?

Strained.

When I heard your suspicions,
I started to distance myself.

I didn't cash a large check

he wrote
to my political committee.

Pezuela would have given
me that picture

unless he had something
far more valuable to protect.

You have to get close
to him again.

I'm already
playing Russian roulette

by not cutting
all my ties with Cruz.

Then you're going down
the political toilet with him

unless we do the flushing first.

Pezuela gave me the picture
knowing I'd go straight to you.

Having the ammunition
to screw you

only gave you one place
to run for cover:

right back to him.

He needs something. A favor.

Something that ties
into all this.

This is the memory stick

and every last copy
of the picture.

It's all yours.

I can't tackle Cruz alone

so there's gotta be trust.
Right?

You mind if I kill the a.c.?

Oh, the Freon gives me
a headache

ever since I played peacemaker
between Mackey and Kavanaugh.

So how was your night
last night?

Fine. Yours?

Entertaining.

Excuse me one moment.

The witness over here
saw a white male, 20s,

just dump the body
from his truck and take off.

She get a plate number?
Peeled off too quickly.

ID on the victim?
Joe Barnes.

It's Miracle Joe.

Oh, Jesus, no.

Yeah. Really sucks.

Who's Miracle Joe?

He lived on the streets
of Farmington for 20 years.

Survived riots, earthquakes,
gunshots, stabbings, beatings.

Always had that crazy grin,
jokes never made any sense.

Uh, ma'am, you saw who did this?

Teenager works for Ray Stodds
drove up,

dumped his body from the truck
like he was a bag of garbage.

Who's Ray Stodds?

Charges us a fee to beg
the freeway off-ramps.

You don't pay, his guy comes by,

smacks you up,
empties your pockets.

Thank you.

Hey.

Got nothing to say to you
or your wife, okay?

Where's Matt and Megan?

None of your business.

Where are they, Corrine?
Not here.

Look, I know this is gonna
sound crazy,

but you both...
You need to come with me. Okay?

Why, what's...?
Shane, what are you doing here?

Does Vic know you're here?
I can't tell you more.

Well, you better tell me more.

Get in the van or someone's
gonna kill you

and your goddamn kids.

Call Dad.
Call, fine.

I've been trying
for the last hour.

He's in the field.

Fine, I'll call the Barn.
You're in danger because of Vic.

Bring the Barn into this,
he will not just lose his job,

he will be going to jail.

Do you get that?

This more of your shit, huh?

Hey, listen.
Aah! Jesus Christ.

It's all right, Mom.
Get in. Now. Please.

Look, I'm not gonna hurt you.

Then put that away.
Corrine, get in the van.

Okay. Get in. Get in.
Get in, Cass. Get in.

Hey, Dutch.

I got a composite of the guy

the witness saw dumping
Miracle Joe's body.

Uh, have some unis
spread it around, huh?

Hey, who's this?

That is the nephew Miracle Joe

was always talking
about seeing someday.

I found it in his wallet.

I'll run his name through
register, see what matches up.

Great.

So I heard Tina and Kevin
hooked up last night.

Really?

Dutch,

a couple unis said
you were there.

Watching.

Okay, I was tricked
into being there.

I'm sure Billings did it,
but I can't prove it.

Sorry.

I thought maybe
you had a thing for her.

It was a crush. Nothing deep.

What about you?
Maybe, uh, a little into Hiatt?

Uh, no. Not really, I just...
I don't know.

I think I was just trying
to prove to myself

I could still get my girl on.

You know, now that I'm a mom.

Serves us both right for, uh,

succumbing to our
shallower instincts.

I understand you're expanding
your business enterprises, Ray.

Charging the homeless
a panhandle tax.

That's real upstanding.

Never underestimate how low

people will stoop
to make a buck.

That can't be easy.

Everybody talking.

I just can't believe
Dutch watched.

He was tricked.

Someone used you and Kevin
to pull one over on him.

Oh, come on.

You knew what you
were doing with Dutch.

Using him to get special favors

even though
he never had a chance.

He had a chance.
He just never took it.

Anyway,
Kevin was an impulse thing

and judging by the way
he's avoiding me,

it was a big mistake.

Well...

We all make a few.

You know this guy?

Yeah, that's Bones.
Runs errands for me.

Witness saw Bones dump his body.

You and Joe have a beef
over off-ramp rent?

No, I quit trying
to get payments out of Joe.

Few months ago, I saw the old
man get hit by a bus.

I mean, "bam."

Just picks himself up,
walks away.

It was freaky.

I figured it was
some sort of sign.

Left him alone ever since.

Corrine, get out of the car.

Corrine. Get out of the car.

Come on, let's go. Come on.
Hey.

Come on. Let's go.
Why are you doing this?

Over there. Come on, let's go.

Get in.
Shane, please, no.

Please... Goddamn it. Shane.
Come on.

Shane. Please don't hurt us,
okay, please?

Not Cassidy, okay?
Just let her go.

You're gonna be safe.
Leave us alone.

Come on, get in.
Just get in, okay?

Goddamn you. No. No, no.
Come here. Come here.

Come on. Let's go, come on.
Cass. No!

Corrine, just stay here, okay?
God, don't. No.

Just stay there.

Corrine, I've got
my family hiding too.

It's not just you.

Shane.

Shane!

Oh, my God!
Hey, listen to me.

Look, as soon as it's safe,
I'll come and get you, okay?

Shane.

Shane. Shane.
Shane, goddamn it, Shane.

Shane!

I'm having trouble
with a former employee.

He's trying to embarrass me.

How?

It's not important.
I'm taking care of it.

But I may not be able to handle
things exactly as he wishes.

May require some money.

I was beginning to think
that you were growing

allergic to my donations.

I cashed your check.
And again, thank you.

But you need more.

How much?

Hundred and fifty thousand.

But it goes without saying

that I would
be tremendously indebted.

Oh, it's... It's done.

And coincidentally,
I have a favor to ask from you.

I'm going to add another check.

It'll be made out to a small
private college in the area.

I'd like you to create
a research grant,

anonymously, in that amount.

Okay, what kind of research?

Voter behavior,

demographic pattern shifts
in Farmington and elsewhere.

I'll give you
the specifics later.

But all the information
comes directly back to me.

Yeah.

Cruz wants to fund a study.

Demographics, voter behavior,
things like that.

Why?
Redistricting.

He can manipulate the votes
to get me, others elected.

Let me see your map.

These were the areas highlighted
on the map in Aramboles' office.

Cruz is the connection.
These are all his developments.

That's low-income housing.
Goes up next month.

And that's Eighth Street
Medical Center.

This?
Uh...

Office park
for small businesses.

Hell, with me in his pocket
and my influence on council,

he's gonna be able to get
contracts easier and expand.

And how does Aramboles
and his Mexican mob money

play into all this?

Think globally.

All right,
the money's coming into the U.S.

From the mob in Mexico.
Anti-terrorism laws

have made international money
laundering much more difficult.

So all their profit in Mexico.

What do they do with it?

Their profit here,
too hard to ship south.

So what?

The Mexican mob
is buying up Farmington?

Along with four or five
other districts in L.A.

Legitimate businesses
are the best front

for organized crime.

They can run prostitution
out of low-income housing.

Sell illegal scrips
out of the medical center.

Jesus Christ.

I gotta take a run at Aramboles.

His secretary said he had
an important meet with a client.

W-Wait.
And risk tipping Pezuela off

that you've turned on him?
That'll start a war,

and we don't know what army
he's fighting with.

No, we need patience.

The review board
doesn't go my way,

I'm out of here in three days.

Vic, this thing can't come down
in three days.

This will take three years.

Then don't let them
take my badge from me.

Forget about our bullshit
history, already.

Help me so I can stay
and finish this.

I was serious
when I said I couldn't help.

But listen,
the board has three members.

The senior member
is Howard Gregson. Now, he...

He has an autistic grandson.

Dotes on him.

Even serves on the board
for Cure Autism Now.

What, you want me
to bring my kids into this?

Two autistic children.

Okay, you're the breadwinner.
There are doctors, therapists.

You know, you say you're sorry
for past transgressions,

but that you wanna change.

You want me to put
my two sick kids on display?

To use Megan and Matthew?

Maybe you sway Gregson.

And maybe he sways
a second vote.

I know, it's 20-to-1.

Hi.

Hey. How are you?

I think we should talk
about last night.

I'm sorry I saw anything.

I don't know
who's been spreading rumors...

I never meant
for you to get hurt.

I liked mentoring you,

but I redirected those feelings

into something
that was unrealistic.

You have nothing
to apologize for.

So let's forget last night
and move past it.

Okay?

Okay.

- Thanks.
- Come on.

This way.
I gotta go, my suspect is here.

Oh, right.

Good luck.

So I got a hit on a Jimmy
Barnes living in Whittier.

Says he's Miracle Joe's nephew.
He's driving down later.

Great. Um, listen,

Billings is AWOL,
my suspect is here.

Do you wanna take a crack
at him with me?

Yeah, I'd love to.
Great, let's go.

Ray's innocent.
You can let him go now.

You admit to killing Joe
yourself?

Ray didn't order it?

I didn't kill anybody.

We have a witness
who saw you dump his body

at the convenience store.

Guess I need a lawyer,
then, huh?

Can't get a public defender
down here till morning.

Yeah, but if these guys
are innocent,

real trail will be cold by then.

Coroner's preliminary report
on Joe Barnes.

Systolic cardiac dysfunction
resulting in heart failure.

He died of natural causes.

Guy survived
about every indignity

and injury a man can suffer,

lived his life alone.

In the end, his heart just quit.

Maybe he figured
this place wasn't worth

sticking around for any longer.

Hey, where you going, Ronnie?
Checking in with Vic.

Stick around, I found something.

Gang initiation on Hauser.
Dealer passed it on to me.

Who's the dealer?
Guy named Burnout.

I know Burnout.
Why is he giving you intel?

We thought he'd walk
on a possession charge.

You guys are being too easy
on these clowns.

So you burned a source
for a gang-initiation tip?

We're gonna stop four kids
getting jumped into a gang.

Stop them young, less problems
when they're older.

Now, we might not
see results tomorrow,

but things are gonna look
a lot better over time.

Yeah, that's it.

Hey, the cops are coming.

Come here. Come here.

- Come here.
- Hold it right there.

- Come here.
- Get your hands off me.

What you doing, man?
He ain't complaining.

He doesn't need to.
I saw it with my eyes.

What do we do
with the little ones?

- Can't hold 'em.
- Let 'em go.

Take their names,
call their parents.

He's good enough to travel.

I'm gonna take him
to Mission Cross.

All right, take it easy.

What the hell
is Burnout doing there?

Hiatt squeezed him,
Burnout gave him a tip.

Hiatt popped him anyway.

What was the tip?

It was no big deal.
It was gang initiation.

Hey, man.

Call your boy off.

Keep it down.

This guy's a CI of mine.

Oh, yeah?
Where's his paperwork?

He's unofficial.

You won't be needing
him anymore.

Three days, right?

Burnout gives decent intel.

What good does burning
that bridge do?

Listen,
that door is always open.

So when he's ready
to deal again,

maybe he'll try a little harder.

These assholes
banging on each other,

it keeps the rage in-house.

Once these kids are in the gang,
they're in for life.

I'd rather give him a chance now
than a set of cuffs later.

I'm with HTZ Security.

Had a bunch of silent alarms
go off in your neighborhood.

Need to talk to a Mrs. Mackey,

get her to sign off
so I can reset your system.

Sure, yeah. Come, uh...

Come on in.

I'll go get her.

Aw, you dumb shit.

All right, it's your lucky day.

I don't have time
to bury a body, so listen up.

Look, it's over for Diro.

Rezian pulled off a power play,

taking control
of the Armenian operation.

So you got a choice.
Listen to me.

Now, you either join him,

I let you drive
yourself to the hospital,

or you bleed out here and die.

What is it?

What happened?

Woman was assaulted
by a kid with a lead pipe.

Simple assault.
Why are you here?

Well, we got a heads-up
that the suspect was a kid

that we had in custody earlier.

We broke up a Spookstreet gang
initiation this morning.

This is round two.
We don't know that.

Kids gotta earn their way in.

Take that away,
they turn outside.

Anyone who skulls
a woman like that

is gonna do worse
once they join.

Kids were getting assaulted.
We couldn't let that happen.

How many were being jumped in?
Besides him, one more.

Well, let's find him, see what
he's doing to earn his stripes.

Hey, any chance
you can pick me up?

Help me clean up Hiatt's mess?

Heard your recruitment's
been taking a few hits, Streetz.

I ain't heard of none.

First your gang
initiation gets shut down.

Then one of your baby bangers
bashes a woman's head in.

Woman's dome got cracked?

I'd send flowers
if I gave a shit.

Besides, I hear your ass ain't
gonna be on the streets no more.

Maybe. Maybe not.

If so, my hand-picked
successor is Ronnie.

You, him, don't much matter
if I can't bring in new talent.

To show I'm fair,
schedule another.

I'll make sure
it doesn't get broken up.

Don't help us find this kid,

we'll show you how
we jump someone in.

Anything I can do for you

on that thing
you've been working on?

No. Guess I'm gonna have
to cool my heels for a while.

Hey, you sure this kid
is around here?

Wetback shops on Alvarado.

Nothing more specific?

They gotta think
on their own some, right?

The cream rises to the top.

Oh, I think that's him
right there.

You think?
He ain't even in the crew yet.

Hey!

Don't move. Give me your hand.

Get off... Don't fight.

Gun.

Sorry, kid.

Gang life will
just have to wait.

Good news is, you've been
cleared of all murder charges.

The bad news is,
we can still charge you

with desecrating a corpse.

When's my lawyer rolling up?

Can't get a public defender
down here today.

Which means you can spend
a night in County with Ray,

or come clean about what you
did with Joe's body,

go home.

Look, man, I found him cold.

Figured since he was just a bum,
who would miss him?

Why did you dump his body
at the Fast Mart?

'Cause the new owner's
an asshole.

The old one let me hang inside,
and beat the heat.

This guy called cops,
said I was loitering.

So you dumped a corpse
on his front door?

Who wants to step over
a dead body to buy a Slurpee?

He ruined my day,
so I figured I'd ruin his.

That clear enough for y'all?

What happened
with the Joe thing?

It's done. Where have you been?

It's nice to know
I closed my last case.

I'm getting out
of this shithole.

Here's the official paperwork

confirming my disability.
My doctor just signed it.

I'm suing the department.

My lawyer's gonna
have you subpoenaed.

Suing for what?

Three-point-four
million dollars.

Pain and suffering,

for making me work
after being injured.

What injury?
Don't you remember?

I got knocked down
trying to break up the fight

between Mackey and Kavanaugh?

I've had headaches, neck pain,
and nausea since.

Don't act like
I never mentioned it.

Steve. You understand
insurance fraud is a felony?

Dutch knows all about
the headaches.

I've got everything documented
by my physician.

Go ahead and read it.
It was nice knowing you.

Who's Dr. Nero Yamamoto?

I didn't do nothing.

Is that the last one?
Yeah.

He was about to shoot somebody
on a crowded sidewalk.

Nice save.

Uh, that Aceveda thing...

Too big to solve in a day.
Or three?

I'm not out yet.
Well,

if you are, what next?
Don't know.

Always thought
you were three steps ahead.

Well, there's still
the review board.

I have a few last words.

Are you gonna use those words
to save yourself

or burn this place down?

You always wanted to do
what was better for other cops.

What's next for you?

With the San Marcos case closed,

well, at least officially,
thanks to me,

there's no threat
of this place closing down.

You gonna put your chips
on Hiatt?

He'll get there.

This isn't AYSO,
everybody plays.

You need someone
who can read the streets.

You brought him in here
to move me out smoothly.

You really ready to ride him
all the way home?

Get his parents down here.

Call juvie.
Got it.

Since when have you
been working on this?

You took a shit on the streets.
I'm just scooping it up.

Vic.
We just got a shots-fired call.

It's Corrine's address.

Asher. Where's my family?
I don't know, I don't know.

The lady across the street
made the call. Place is empty.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Did you look in every room?
Yes, we did.

There's a notebook full
of family numbers in the drawer.

Start calling, see if anyone's
heard from Corrine.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, my God.

My lawyer tells me the DA

suddenly seems open
to a lesser plea.

Yeah, well, I guess
some evidence went missing.

How's your problem?

It's solved.

Temporarily.

But you need a permanent fix?

I do.

Here is my fix. I offer it once.

No discussion, no negotiation.

I'll make sure
that your cop friends

and their families
don't get hurt.

You tell me where Kesakian is.

The old man and the girl.

I'll handle transfer of power.

The organization
lost over $2 million

when that money train
was robbed.

I need to be reimbursed.

Your favors and your protection
will serve as ongoing payment.

You expect me
to be your gratis snitch?

Until we're even.
Well, I can't do that.

Sure, you can.

Because the moment you
don't do something that I ask,

get a shipment into the country,
warn me about a bust, whatever,

first I kill the children,
then the wives,

then I kill your friends.

That's our deal.

Taxi's on the way.

That's it?
No explanation, nothing?

I'm sorry it had
to happen this way.

- You do not do this to me.
- Mom, it's okay.

Just let him go.
No, Cass, not okay.

This is not okay!
Do not walk away from me!

Look, you know who you married.

That's the only explanation
you need.

Hungry, honey?
You want something to eat?

Oh, here's Mommy.

Daddy.

It's okay, sweetheart.
Daddy's here.

Okay. Hey.

What happened to you?

Shane pulled a gun on us.

He took us somewhere
to East L.A.,

he locked us in a truck.

I thought he was gonna kill us.

He said he was doing
it to protect us

from something that you did.

Uh, look, Shane's in business
with some very dangerous people.

This is him trying to scare you
to get back at me, okay?

What are you gonna do about it?

- Hey, Asher. Come here.
- Yeah?

Take my family to my house.
Stay with them.

Come on, kids,
here you go. Come on.

Let me finish up here, okay?

I'll handle Shane.
Okay.

You'll come home after?
Yes, I will.

I got a work thing tonight,
but I'll be there.

Found a shell casing.

Trail of blood
leads to the street.

Whoever got shot walked away.

Also found a cigarette butt
inside. Armenian.

Shane's sending us a warning.

He and his Armenian friends

can get to our families
any time they want.

What do you want me to do?
Watch him.

Figure out what he's doing,
who he's doing it with.

And then we're gonna crush him.

You know, Vic should have called
me with the lead.

You and Tina Hanlon.
Something you want to tell me?

Uh, not especially.

Well, I can't keep ignoring

everything I've been hearing
about you two.

What about the rumor
there's a witness?

Okay, you can tell
your old partner

that I'm not pressing charges
for being a peeping tom.

You're obligated to disclose
a sexual relationship.

You outrank her.
It's not ongoing.

It was a one-time thing.

A wink and a look the other way
every other place I've been.

Not here.

This is about me
and the Strike Team.

The circumstances you
walked into were difficult.

I haven't even had a chance

without Vic Mackey
looking over my shoulder.

I don't want Vic.
Too much cost.

But I need someone
with a little Vic.

The right kind,
and that's not you.

I've got to look out for the Barn.
Hey.

I had departments
fighting over me,

I'm gonna land on my feet.

I guess somebody else
just got lucky.

Hey, kids, here's your dad.

- Hey.
- Hey, Dad.

Kids wanted to be here with you.

I guess they're running
a little late.

You ready?

I've got a plan.

Well, we're all here for you.

Yeah.

Detective Mackey.

The review board
is ready to see you now.

Well, whatever the
plan is, good luck with it.

Detective?

Detective Mackey?

Vic?

Jimmy Barnes?

They call me Jim now.

Detective Wagenbach.
This is Officer Sofer.

Hi.
Hi.

We're very sorry
about your uncle.

Thanks.
Sit down.

I appreciate you finding me.

He deserves a proper burial.

You should know,

your uncle wasn't
just a homeless guy.

He was a legend around here.

Everybody really liked him.

And, uh...

I'm...
I'm sorry that he was alone.

He always had that way
with people.

You know?
And alone is how he liked it.

So I guess this is you?

We found it in his wallet.

When was the
last time you saw him?

Almost 12 years ago.

Joe was my dad's older brother.
They were really close.

And when my dad got sick

the doctors told him
that he only had a year to live.

So Joe quit his job,

dropped everything
to take care of him.

Kept him alive for five years.

When my dad died
Joe just lost it.

And disappeared.

We finally found him
living on the street.

And we tried a couple of times
to bring him home,

but he didn't want that.

He just asked us to leave.

I guess he's with my dad now.

I'm okay. Um...

I sometimes just get hit
by the little things.

Give me a serial killer
and I'm fine.

Hey.
Hey, I'm... I'm okay. I'm okay.

Hello, officer.
Hi.

Is there a problem?

I don't know yet.

Keep a pretty clean car.

Wanna pop the trunk for me?

Have I done something wrong?
Yeah.

You didn't open the trunk
liked I asked.

Okay.

Stop the car.

Get out.

I sent my men away
so they would be safe.

Rezian sent you to kill me?

Look, you need to leave
right now.

His people are on their way.

Just go home.
Back to school in Germany.

Just leave before they kill you.

You didn't need to warn me.
Thank you.

Look, you can't stay here.

They're on their way
here right now.

I'm not leaving his fate
up to those monsters.

I will be with him for it.

Look, it needs to be fast.

Look, I'm sorry.

Your sentiment will destroy you.

Wanna tell me why
I had to come in a taxi?

Jesus. That's some equipment.

Aramboles' car.
Pulled him over.

Is this Maria Echeveria?

She's the mayor's
financial adviser.

Well, someone's conducting
a tongue audit between her legs.

This is a paternity
suit for Rabbi Korman.

Drug-rehab receipts
for Judge Quail.

Well, this one's labeled, uh,

"Senator Bradwell
and the Campfire Boys."

Holy shit.

That's how Pezuela's
getting everyone

on board the train
to Cartel Town.

Blackmail.

Just like he did you.

You think this goes far enough
up the ladder to save my job?

Are you ready for this?

Take my car. I have a ride.

Uh, don't let this guy
see your face.

All right, asshole.
Come on, let's go.

Get out.

Call Pezuela.

Have him give you a lift.

On the ride home,

you can explain to him
how you just lost

his trunk full of leverage.

Buenas noches.