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The more jobs we do with these guys...

The more they squeeze us.

Fucking Russians.

Vassili kept things tight, at least you knew where you were.

But this bitch...

I don't know.

Shit.

I can almost feel her breathing down our necks.

I'll tell you what though, man.

This job — it's keeping her nice.

Yeah. Well the less we know the better.

Alright, so what are we talking about, bringing more bodies?

Franco and Marcus?

— That's our move? — We could do it ourselves, but——

Inside is three minutes. Nah, it's not possible.

Job needs to be done in broad daylight.

That means civilians. That means terrain.

We need them.

Don't worry. I trained with Marcus.

Ah shit! Fuck!

Watch the leather, man.

So yeah, these guys are going to handle themselves.

Trust me.

I'm telling you, Mike.

Me and Marcus go way back.

It ain't Marcus I'm worried about.

Alright. We go in two weeks.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I just don’t get how you can love a dog more than a chick is all.

You got a girlfriend now. You can talk about women, huh?

Hey Russell, where did you say your brother met that girlfriend he has now

the one he's in love with?

Need you all to tighten it up for me.

Hey, you heard him.

‘fighten it up.

You better be right about this one, Mike.

...one day the Czar's gardener came to report

that someone had been stealing the fruits from the garden.

Determined to catch the thief, the Czar ordered his three sons

to watch his precious garden through the night.

Let's make this one for the books, huh.

Here’s some pages to get it done.

Check them!

Radio check Check Check One. Two.

We're good.

— We good? — Yeah.

Down! Everybody down!

Franco, guy on your left.

Be advised when responding, robbery in progress.

First City National——

Mike, call just went out.

Stand by for responder ETAs.

Hands out where I can see them. You too.

Face on the floor!

Don't move.

Open your mouth.

Alright, 512 and 511 responding.

Three in route. They're getting close, Mike.

Two and a half minutes.

815

Répido. Répido.

Open it.

ETA one minute, Mike.

Responses coming from the south.

Working on a game plan. One sec.

I'm on it! Don't move!

Everybody on the floor!

Gabe remember, north on Hill and east on Ninth.

Come on. Hurry up.

Go!

That's what I'm talking about!

Okay, you're approaching an intersection.

You got a window. Take it.

Here. Right here.

Fucld

Gabe, do not take the highway entrance ahead.

What the fuck?!

Do not let him decelerate, Mike. Do not let him decelerate.

Take this oncoming lane.

I can't see shit! What fucking lane?!

Now!

I'm cut off behind the collision, Mike.

You're on your own.

Franco, make some noise. Keep these people back

Fuck..

Gabe, let's move. Get the box!

— Come on! — Fucld

Franco, you've made your point. Stand down.

Let's

Let's move. Move! Move!

Stupid, you full of shit!

Yeah, yeah, yeah. like I was planning that shit!

Fucking amateur. Fucking fuck!

Shut up!

The fuck you thinking you greedy piece of shit?!

They put the bait in there for dumb fucks like you!

Marcus! Put your shit in the truck.

— Bitch! — Three days.

Unless you hear from me different.

Yeah, you know what? It was a gamble!

But you'd all be blowing me right now if that shit hadn’t been rigged.

— Fuck you! — And you know it!

Is this a game?

Yo, put it away Franco.

Franco, man...

You ever point a gun at me again you'd be a fool not to use it.

You understand me?

— Copy that. — Copy that shit.

Go catch some bad guys, Detectives.

You pull that shit out there, what you think's going to happen?

Huh?

What the fuck you think is going to happen to you?

What?

Can't you see what I'm trying to do here?

— Get off me! — I ain't getting off you, little brother

because you're going to end up fucking dead.

You've been saying the same shit me and Marcus saying.

Fuck what. C0 shit again?

Fuck..

Mike is pissed.

But Mike's still Mike.

These other two, Marcus and Franco...

H€Y'

Do we have to worry about that?

Cops look after cops.

Same as you Special Ops do.

It's fine.

Okay-

Alright?

Gabe's been clean for six months.

He‘s trying-

He was a good cop.

Look I know you don't give a fuck

We're family, man. We're family.

White devil establishes himself by rape!

Murder! Robbing people!

God hates the white devil.

He’s the illegal immigrant.

You, sir!

You have satin around your neck like a hangman's noose.

God and righteousness will prevail.

The original man will rise.

He will rise again!

Detective Allen.

They fired a warning shot.

12—guage tactical round.

Run it.

Yeah, we're dealing with a crash and bash, four man team.

We’re pulling surveillance now.

The dye pack burned what they made off with in cash.

But their focus was on a security deposit box.

— Belonging to who? — It belonged to...

a wealthy Russian named Dimitrije Petkov.

Family claims they have no idea why would he keep a box here?

That's Sims, the bank manager right there.

Get me that report.

Walter.

Detective Allen. First time being robbed?

— No fun, right? — They've got pictures of my family.

My daughters. Where we live.

— My daughters school. — Walter, you’re a bank manager.

You should be smart enough to know the monster has gone digital.

Be careful with what you insta—google—tweet—face.

Fucking—sonsf—bitches.

Hey, hey, Walter.

Give ‘em hell, baby.

Bye, Daddy.

Everybody, listen the fuck up!

I just found out Captain is still waiting

on a current gang initiation report from some of you.

Smith.

Same as always, Sarge.

They get in a circle and then they kick the shit out of each other.

And then they hug it out.

— Just get it done. — Sorry, Sarge.

Also, First City downtown got held up this morning.

Apparently they were heavily armed and spoke Spanish,

which narrows it down to just under a quarter of the city.

I resent the racial implications of that remark there, Sarge!

And they all live in your one room duplex,

so they shouldn't be hard to find.

Oh Marcus is mine, he was at my place.

Make calls, check with our people.

Jeffrey Allen from Major Crimes is heading up the investigation.

Speaking of, allow me to introduce, his nephew, Chris.

Where’d you come from again?

Zone Two. FIT Unit.

Crossing guard.

Two, huh?

Belmont. Pair up with Allen.

Maybe he can get you to come to work on time.

Are you serious?!

And remember, first to find a gun out there, gets the day off.

— That’s all l’ve got. — Hey Sarge, can we talk about this?

Hell no.

We looking for anything in particular?

Always.

Hey Shanice, come on down from there now.

Hey! Snaps, baby!

You're in trouble nmv.

Look, I was minding my own til these motherfuckers showed up.

— Come on down from there. — I'm just having me a good time.

Come you ass dawn!

— Damn! — How the fuck you got up there?!

Alright, come on over here boys.

You better not be watching my motherfucking ass.

Yeah listen, I'm going to call you back

Yeah, thanks.

How's work? Anything from Marcus?

Quiet as a mother's prayer.

Good. I'll see you guys in two days.

Come.

You know how this works.

Take it easy, man. The safety‘s off.

— Hey little man! — Daddy!

How are you doing? Alright?

I missed you.

I missed you.

There really is no love quite like a fathers love for his son, no?

Come.

So you know, Michael,

we are grateful for your work

but in this case we need to withhold payment.

— There is a second job. — No!

We done the job. Pay the fucking money.

My sister...

My sister always went for stupid men.

Why? I do not know.

Perhaps it is that my sister too is stupid.

A terrible thing for a sibling to say, I know.

But she is a great beauty, yes, which goes a long way in this world,

but look in the eyes and you will see it.

A great yawning stupidity

and a complete and utter lack of judgment in men...

But love— love makes great demands of us all...

What do you want?

He’s going to be calling again.

Hello, Michael.

Elena.

What's going on here, Irina? The fucking feds?

What the fuck are you in?

Yes, I have just been speaking to Michaeu

I was just about to discuss that with him.

This wasn't the fucking deaU

Michael is still resistant about the second job.

I know this.

The FBI have traced the files.

They are in the possession of Homeland Security.

Of course not.

Yo, man. We got a problem.

— What's that? Irina? — Yeah.

We need to meet now. All of us.

They're fucking with us, man. There's another job they want us to do.

There's no dealing with these people.

We should have cut those ties years ago, after Iraq.

Guess it's not so clean when you got a kid in the mix.

I'll call your brother. See you in a few.

Yeah, alright.

...and she's like give me a kiss, give me a kiss, daddy.

And I'm like whoa baby, that's against police protocol.

Strictly speaking, you shouldn’t even be sucking my dick

— Yo. — What are we doing here, Mike?

— Where's Russell at? — Hey man, he’s your boy.

Put a GPS on his ass.

Yo, Gabe. Where's your brother, man?

Don't ask me. He was a no—show.

What are we doing here?

— She ain't paying. — Bullshit!

— There's another job. — The fuck you talking about?

She says it's worth three mil on top of what she owes.

Of course she did. She didn't pay now, why the fuck pay later?

Bullshit, she's playing you.

She got what she wanted, right?

—She got what she wanted, right? —The fuck I got to deal with this bitch!

You’re the one who got us hooked up with this bullshit.

This come from your end.

— You deal with it. — Yeah?

You too are really in it now, Franco.

— How you figure? — She got the feds in her pocket, baby.

— Yeah... — Feds?...

I've seen them. They're all up in there, one big happy family.

And I don't got to remind either one of you,

how much the feds love dirty, fucking cops.

Look who decided to show up.

Check the side!

Back up! Back up!

— Get him out of here! — Get off me!

Get him out, Michael. Come on. Get him out.

No, his hands are tied. I can't get him.

Get him out the car, Mike.

Ah shit!

How's it look?

It ain't good, man.

He ain't gonna make it.

Russell...

I'm going to take care of you now...

FucId!!

It's Michael again.

I know.

You know?

He’s not calling for me.

I'm going to bed.

My, what big teeth you’ve got.

Some guy used this in a robbery a couple nights ago.

Ingenious...

Hit the lights, panda bear.

So we agree the whole Spanish speaking thing is bullshit.

No way these guys are Cartel.

Tell me if you notice anything.

This isn’t street.

These guys have had tactical training.

Some of these guys are military for sure.

The Czarina, what’s she after?

She ain't said yet.

Whatever it is, it's in an unmarked Homeland Security building.

DHS uses it as a weigh station for sensitive materials

coming in and out of the country.

— How many guards? — Unknown.

Unknown. Probably a lot.

Definitely some private tactical teams.

Some kind of rent—a—SWAT.

So what are we talking? Four minutes? Five minutes tops?

No man. No. We're looking at ten.

That can’t be done.

Response would be on us in three.

They'll kill every last one of us we don't get this thing.

We could pull a 999...

That's not such a bad idea.

That’d buy you ten minutes.

— Oh my god... — Twenty minutes.

You're kidding?!

— It was a joke! — Enough of this cop shit!

English.

999?! The fuck is that?!

Jesus Christ...

You gotta fuck’n love this job...

Hey, try not to get a stain on your shitty suit.

I'm not worried. I've got two.

Looks like the Lae Me sent us a kite from prison...

Looks that way.

Hey genius, can one of you turn that off?

Chris, this is Sergeant Franco Rodriguez. Detective.

Detective, that's Chris.

Homicide...

This is my new partner. Got called down from Zone Two.

So what does working in Zone Two tell you about all this?

I don't know. Let's see.

Which means loose lips sink ships.

In American...

Right?

Something like that? Okay, I'm going to go look for a witness.

Nice to meet you, Rodriguez.

Any familiar faces?

Not these two losers, but this right here...

This is Pedro Marquez.

— Affiliated? — Loco Sur Trece.

Next county over...

But I don't know why the fuck they'd be over here.

Probably looking for their bodies.

Hey, any of you talk to these guys yet?

Nah, not yet.

What's going on, guys?

Y'all been out here a while?

Hey, I'm just going to ask you some questions man.

You don't have to square up on me.

You come in here and blame us for them fools.

— I didn't say that. — That’s exactly what you said, motherfucker!

I didn't I'm just trying to find out if somebody saw something.

Fuck you, jura!

— Alright... — Tell you what,

I'll get balls deep in your fucking pink, you feel me.

You wanna take care of your partner over there?

Motherfucker...

Them cuffs a little too tight. Fucking punk bitch——

Shut the hell up!

Yo Snaps. What's up with your hyna here... pinche mayate!

Hey, didn't the cop tell you to shut the fuck up? Listen!

Get him. Come with me.

Back up. Back the fuck up!

Come with me.

Hey home boy, go and get a cigarette.

Come on, man.

You're closed for five minutes.

The fuck are you doing, man?

I could ask you the same thing.

I didn't throw a guy down and incite a fucking riot!

He was running his mouth. You didn't hear him.

Running his mouth? What, did he hurt your feelings?

It's the fucking streets, that's what people do.

— You even know who that is? — That was obstruction.

He was getting in the way of my investigation.

Get out of school, man. There ain't no obstruction up here.

That's Luis Pinto. He's a Mara Salvatrucha lieutenant.

You think somebody gonna talk now?

— Oh he's a lieutenant... — Yeah.

Oh I didn't realize. I'll just go an apologize to him then.

This ain't a fucking game, Chris.

The rules around here are different. This ain't Buckhead, alright?

So you better learn fast!

Hey let me tell you something.

You got a problem with me, put it on the table,

but don't pull me aside and question me

like you know something I don't know.

You let an asshole like that blow up on you

in front of the whole neighborhood,

you're the one who's got some explaining to do.

Now get off my back and let me do my job.

Oh, you know the whole game now, huh?

Unlock the door, stupid.

So we do this 99 we get ten clear minutes?

Kill a cop? You get all damn day.

A 999 gets called in,

all units in the area converge on the downed officer.

It's open—season.

Everybody wants a piece of a cop killer.

It's like pulling the plug and the whole force going down the drain.

And you’re absolutely sure you can make this happen?

Oh yeah.

Alright.

You the police.

You need to hard check that fucking liability.

Worry about the 999, Franco.

I'm going to go bury my friend...

His brother.

Unless you want to help us dig a hole.

Yeah. I didn’t fucking think so.

Yo.

Yo, my man.

Fucking come on, man. Let's get out of here.

You good?

Alright. Come on.

I should have known better.

There's got to be a different way.

What, are you suddenly getting saintly

because this guy wears a shield?

There's a difference, Franco. And you know it.

— Really? — Yeah.

Bullshit.

How many cop funerals have you been to in the last five years?

And you tell yourself the same thing every cop sitting there tells themself.

Better him than me.

If you're having a problem with this, Marcus...

I'll do it...

I don’t have a problem taking out a cop.

I'll do a cop just like-

A little to the right.

What are you doing in there, Uncle Jeff?

Nothing's happening over here.

How's your job going?

I don't know, it's going alright man, but...

I would like to make a difference.

I know how that sounds — what are you laughing at?

You don't make a difference. You're not going to make a fucking difference

Get that notion out of your head.

You know what you need to do?

Your job — keep your head on a swivel.

Out monster the monster.

And get home at the end of the night.

— Can you do that? — Are you kidding me?

You know what kind of spots I've been in?

A lot hairy than——

No. I am worried about you.

You don't realize — any one of these snakeeyed motherfuckers

you know, could be strapped right now.

I owe it to your mother

I owe it to her...

Look it—— I can't look after you——

Fuck these motherfuckers. Any one of these cock——

Hey! Hey!

Are any of you cocksuckers strapped right now?

— Jeff... — You — you got a gun on you?

Jeff, hey. Sit down. Sit down.

Say, what does little Trevor want for his birthday?

He wants a gun.

A Sun?

No. He wants a toy gun.

A toy gun.

Yeah. Of course.

How you doing, boy?

— You good? — Yeah.

Alright. Let's get this off you, man. Go on, sit down.

There you go.

Just sit there for a second while I go speak to your mother.

You’re fucking late.

You’re lucky you get to see him at all.

I need to see your sister.

Why the fuck ain't she answering my calls.

Michael, I had to convince my sister to spare you. Okay?

— Have a little gratitude. — You need to do this for me, okay?

Or you need to get the fuck out!

I'll see what I can do.

Now hurry, okay.

I only have an hour.

Felix, come here. Come here.

No, no. you're not going to do that in front of my son.

Go on. Find your mother.

Sit down, Michael.

Have some tea. We have much to discuss.

We do?

What do you want to talk about? Do you want to talk about Russell.

— Yes. That. — You want to get this thing done,

you stay the fuck away from my crew.

There you go, sweetie.

So now that all of that is out of way,

Vassili would like to know how things are progressing?

Tell him we've got a way to it work

This is fantastic news!

Yes.

You know, I think I’d prefer it if you just watched porn.

I was about to.

Oh good.

Are you sulking, baby?

No.

You look like you're sulking.

Listen, you wanted this job. Remember?

That's before I fucking knew it came with an asshole for a partner.

Come on, baby.

You need to work with these guys.

Don't let anyone get to you.

Don't worry about me.

Oh stop feeling so sorry for yourself.

Are you coming to bed?

My partner is not a problem.

Are you sure about that?

Look, I don't give a fuck about this guy. Alright?

He's perfect. The minute Jeffery Allen hears his nephew is down,

he'll send every cop to the call. Right, Franco?

I've seen him.

He's our guy.

I've got a spot in mind.

Those abandoned projects over on Washington.

Alright.

Sounds like a settle.

This guy’s done nothing.

Does he have a family? Do you even know?

I don’t care.

If it comes down to us or some cop,

I'll be damned if it’s not us who walk away from this thing you understand?

Say it, man.

Say you understand.

Russell would’ve found another way.

Look, it's one more fucking job...

Just another fucking job.

If you're in, get your shit together right now.

There must be...

don't do this Mike.

You got a better idea?

You?

Fucking look at yourself, man.

Fucking look— fucking— get the fuck out, man!

Get the fuck out!

Now this is the house, right here.

That's our boy. Fat one on the porch.

I'm going to talk to my source.

You want to come with me, see how that great police work

you did yesterday paid off?

You’re a fucking riot.

Who are you?

— Who are you? — Don't tell him your name, homie.

You the cop who busted up Luis the other day.

That was a misunderstanding.

Like, why don’t you bother some other homies, know what I’m saying?

Why don't y'all go to school, you know what I'm saying?

Man, youngins getting home—schooled.

— By who? — Me. Teaching him mad skills, yo.

For real? Well I got a question for you.

The Mara Salvatrucha sign... where's it come from?

It's from here.

This is from here?

Black Sabbath.

Who the fuck is Black Sabbath?!

Hey, you rug rats don't go to school?

Get out of here. Go to school, man.

I will arrest your little ass.

— Okay, stay on that. — Okay.

I've got two or three more sources to check in with.

I'll call in later.

Yeah. Oh, someone named Sweet Pea called you back.

Okay-

Come on, girl.

Girl, (30 me a favor go inside and set the bar... I need five minutes.

— Girl, I got you. — Thanks.

You’re looking good, Sweet Pea.

Thank you, daddy.

What have you got for me?

Child, I don't want no parts of this.

...I am listening.

Baby—doll.

Mama will get killed if the tea gets out.

So this shit is going to cost you, and I ain't talking shortbread.

You gonna have to show me a whole lot of coin.

Five G’s if it goes anywhere.

Alright, look I'm going to tell you, but this is it, Jeffery.

I mean, I'm working here now okay.

I'm doing what I do.

So no more favors.

Okay-

AnyW3Y---

The other night I heard some fucked up bitch talking to another girl

about some creepy motherfucker,

fierce, scary shit like out of a horror movie.

Now I only heard bits and pieces but this bitch kept going on and on

about some dude covered in red dye looking like the devil's dick

The bitch that was doing all the talking-

she said that this man of hers — said that he robbed a bank

and honey, all hell broke loose.

Now the girl who told you this... What was her name?

She goes by Leah.

Some old working junkie bitch...

She dances here off and on, and I see her on the street from time to time.

They don't have a baby. They just have a stroller full of dope.

How'd he do that. Stroller, kicked it, folded it up like a pro.

Unit 406 to perimeter. We're going to let the woman leave.

Pick her up once she's out of the compound.

Fernando Rivera, AKA Termite.

Hitter for the Mexican Mafia, fresh out of the pen.

Just did an eight year stretch for trafficking.

His P0 issued us a violation warrant

so we can talk to him about the severed heads last week

Let's see what he's go to say, boys.

Barry you're shield. Smith you're second. Gomez, breach.

Second team — Jackson, shield. First cover.

Hey Chris, you up to take the lead on this?

Vwndowl

Go!

Going up!

What the fuck are y'all doing?!

— Get the fuck back in the house. — Fuck you!

This is my house. Don't be telling me to get the fuck back inside my house.

Breach!

Police!

Check that closet.

Clear!

Couch on the left, stairs on the right. Moving.

Check that couch.

Clear!

Moving UP-

Check that bathroom.

Clear!

There's a baby in the bed in the bedroom on the right.

I'm going right. Go left.

Move.

Clear!

Check the closet behind me.

Get some hands for that baby.

— Contact! — Clear!

Termite, come on out you dumb—fuck.. Lets not get your baby killed!

Go in. Go for that door.

Covering.

Two, check the closet on the left. Three, go behind the door.

I'm going left. I got it.

— Door clear. — Closet clear.

Moving UP-

Bathroom on the right.

Bathroom clear.

Three, clear the closet on the left.

Two, go right.

— Got the closet. — Check under the bed.

Clear!

Moving UP-

Three, go bedroom on the right. Two, go bathroom.

— Bathroom‘s clear! — Bedroom's clear!

Moving down.

He's outside. He's on foot. He's on the run!

Go, go, go!

Get down! Get down!

Get down! Get on the ground!

— Hey, you good? — I'm good.

Go!

Chris...

Chris!

Chris, come on. Come on.

Are you okay?

— You alright? — Go! Go!

South—side headed east. Marcus, give me your twenty, man.

Hands! Show me your hands! Get on the ground!

Get on the ground — hey, did you see somebody?

Where'd they go?

Get back, motherfucker or he die!

What was his name?

Tank

— That's a good name... — It's a great name.

— That's a good name... — Yeah.

Alright, man.

I can't remember one shot from yesterday.

Isn't that weird.

No man, it's called Survival Stress Reaction...

Chemicals flood your brain.

Fowvard brain stops working,

your mid fires up and you're just...

I didn't see him coming.

Right? I mean, he just came out of nowhere.

It could happen to anybody, man.

It didn't happen to you.

I'm a bad ass motherfucker, dude.

I'm going to take a piss.

Have fun.

Do you know what that song is about, Michael?

No?

Then I will tell you.

It is about two lovers

betrayed by the secrets they keep for others.

And they must choose.

Exile or death.

Like me and my dear Vassili.

Vassili is finally coming home to me.

Once you have completed this job,

they will release him into Israeli custody.

We are going to be a family again!

— Where’s Felix? — We own the secrets of kings, me and him.

This is why we have survived so long.

Where's Felix?

Felix and Elena won’t be joining us tonight.

Here. Hear it for yourself.

— Elena? — Michael.

Where are you?

Irina didn't tell you?

I'll ask you one last time, Elena.

Fuck are you?

Felix, baby. It's your dad. Daddy wants to speak with you.

I swam with dolphins Daddy, me and Mommy.

We’re staying at the beach

and auntie Irina said she's going come here

to take me to the zoo, for my birthday.

— Okay, love you. bye. — No — wait a second——

Felix No—— Felix"

Eilat. Our family home. Three hours South of Tel Aviv.

Felix seems to love it.

He loves the sea. Me, I do not like it much myself.

There is something idiotic about it.

Take a look He is so cute.

See, there is Elena.

Irina... we're doing the job.

We’re doing the job.

She has very nice ass, my sister...

So — this is the objective.

It is the security key and gate codes you will need.

The case arrives tomorrow night,

is there for twenty—four hours, then it ships.

We meet one more time after this.

How that goes is up to you

and then we will decide when Felix comes home from vacation...

The room goes quiet — everybody listen up.

This is a cop's brain.

This is a cop’s brain high on some shit.

This is a cop asshole.

This is a cop’s asshole in Super—Max

— Any questions? — That's a big asshole!

Hey, I've got to talk to you.

Don't worry, boys. Hey Jack, get them some drinks.

Alright, you got it.

Alright, you heard the man. Drink's are on Marcus.

You fucking nuts coming here!

You think someone in my precinct might recognize you?!

Get up, you stupid fuck

Don't fucking do this, Marcus!

You come near me again, I swear to God, I will fucking kill you!

You ever actually used your gun?

Put one in someone who didn't have it coming to them?

I know you, man! You might not think I do! But I know you!

— You ain’t gonna do this! — Shut up!

I can see it in your eyes! You are a fucking coward.

You think this is gonna make you a man?

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

It's alright, guys. He was just leaving.

Didn’t you hear the officer!

What was that all about, man?

Some piece if shit source I used to use.

Alright, let's go get a drink.

Forget about it.

Get the fuck inside. Just get the fuck inside.

Get your ass inside — no, you're not doing this tonight.

You're not pulling anymore tricks tonight.

— That’s the boyfriend? — Yeah.

Piece of work

Put a tail on both of them.

Alright. I've got a full detail on them.

Not a healthy diet...

That's disgusting.

Waste not, want not.

— Speak — Hey, I got you that info.

Gabriel Charles Welch. Thirty—five.

He served three years on the force.

Oh shit.

Racked up a slew of reprimands

before getting dismissed for a questionable shooting.

Questionable how?

Suicide by cop.

Associates?

Yeah. None on file.

If there’s one there’s another.

Ling, you always come through for me. I have no doubt you will again.

Fucking cop...

That's it.

Kicking dope, huh.

No fun, right.

Oh, it kicks in nice.

This can go down one of two ways for you.

The girlfriend says Gabe and his brother run with a Michael Atwood.

Get eyes on him.

She also claims Gabe’s brother Russell wound up dead the other day.

Let's see if we can't turn up a body.

Got it. Hold on a sec. Ling’s been trying to get a hold of you.

She said that Gabe Welch finally stopped in Highland Park

He's been on his bike in front of some house.

Highland Park What’s the address?

806 Vwllow Drive.

Apprehend him right away!

Get every available unit to that address!

— Are you guys okay? — Yeah, we're fine.

Hey, boss. We lost him.

Goddamnit!

Lost who?

Why weren't you answering your phone?

Sorry. Look Jeff, we're fine man. Everything's alright.

Who is this guy?

Gabe Welch. Ring any bells?

— No. — Never heard the name in my life.

Well he was a cop — hey there little buddy.

How are you doing?

I'll get him back

He was a cop. Now he's part of the crew we're investigating.

Why would he come here?

I don't know. You're investigating him, maybe he came looking for you?

That's just too coincidental.

— Speak — Michael Atwood.

Ex—Private Security Contractor. He worked for Blackwater.

He and Russell Welch were set to be indicted for arms smuggling

in a federal investigation with Vassili Vlaslov in ‘08.

The case was dropped after four witnesses went missing.

What’s a Vassili Vlaslov?

A Russian—Jew. Russian mob boss to be exact.

Get this; Putin's so scared of this guy,

he put him in the Gulag four years ago without charges.

Vlaslov’s wife Irina has been running the organization from here.

— Totally visible. — It's the big, bad wolf, baby.

The fucking La Kosher Nostra!

Exactly. The Captain wants us to put eyes on her.

He’s already detailed us bodies.

What?

You're doing something about Gabe.

I told you I’m handling it.

Oh, really?

Gabe now is under fucking surveillance, Mike.

They’ve got people all over him, right now as we speak

How?

The whore girlfriend of his talked.

They on me?

Not yet.

But soon.

And he knows it all.

I ain't asking you.

I'm telling you.

Do something about Gabe.

— Mike—— — You see what you made me do, man?

— You see what you’ve made me do? — I’m sorry...

— Mike. Mike. Mike... — You're out, Gabe!

I'm through with you! I'm through with you, do you understand?!

Mike. Mike...

If it weren't for your brother I'd bury you and your whore right now!

It's going down and you need to stay the fuck away!

Fine. Fine. Fine. Please.

...What happens to Leah?

Just disappear, man.

I'm gone. I'm gone. I promise. I promise. Mike...

Mike! Michael — hey, I promise!

Mike!

Fucld

Have we found Gabe Welsch?

Uh no. We're still looking.

What about Michael Atwood?

I've got units posted outside his place, but it's empty.

Irina Vlaslov?

Judge denied our request for a surveillance warrant.

Why don't we followed up on ex—military with records?

Yeah, there’s hundreds. We're still going through them.

So that’s it?

So far, but we got Patterson working on something...

Does anyone believe in Jesus Christ, our Lord and fucking Saviour

and all his miserable, dog—faced saints?

— I was raised holy. — Can't say I do, boss.

So does anyone believe that cops have a sixth sense?

They intuit things?

— Maybe... — Yeah.

So does anyone believe that something very big

is about to go down?

Sure, boss.

Yeah, of course.

So does anyone believe that maybe it's better

to do something more than sitting around

giving me a bunch of ‘I don't fucking knows‘?

Huh?

Yeah.

Right.

Give me a holla if anything changes.

Surveillance lost Gabe last night.

And Major Crimes is looking for you.

Well they'll be looking a long time after today.

You alright with this, man?

Everything cool with you?

Yeah, home boy.

We’ve got him right where we want him.

Detective Belmont... you ready to do some dirt?

— I'm dirty... — Yeah you are.

I know you are.

We got here.

You alright?

Yeah man, I'm cool. You?

— Yep. — Cool.

— So where are we going? — Going to see an informant of mine.

A dopeboy named Cory Dubose.

So every time he hears the Rollin 40's are moving something

he gives me a call and lets me know what's up.

Let's see what he's got. Let's go.

1012, Smith and Marys.

1086, domestic dispute in progress.

Now where's this guy at?

Marcus?

Hey man, where you at?

Marcus, where‘d you go?

Shit...

Shit...

Police! I'm with the police department.

Put your gun down! Put it down! Put it on the ground, man.

— Wait, you're marked. — I'm going to shoot you.

Drop the fucking weapon. I will shoot you.

— You're a mark—— — Drop it on the ground——

Behind you!

342, shots fired. Subject down.

Eighth and Washington.

Perp running is ID Luis Pinto.

Hey man, talk to me.

How are you doing, man?

Marcus!

Marcus!

Hey, Marcus!

Hey man, look at me.

What's your name, man?

What's your name? You'll be alright.

You'll be alright.

You're alright.

Just put your hand here, it'll help with the blood.

Listen to me——

H€Y'

What's your name?

Slow down.

Call it in, man. He's bleeding out.

Call it in.

Pinto came through. He came out of nowhere, Marcus.

He just shot him — call it in, man.

Marcus.

Oh shit...

Hey Marcus...

You hear me, man?

This is Unit 342, I have an officer down. 999!

Unit 342. Officer down. Triple nine!

Advised and responding. Shots fired on scene.

All units copy. Triple nine. Eighth and Washington.

There it is!

No, no, no, no. Wrong entrance.

Back it up.

Back it up.

You guys have been here before.

You knmv what-

Let's go. Triple nine. Let's go!

Jeff, did you hear the dispatch.

Yeah. It's triple nine.

It's Chris.

— Fucld — Let's go!

Lock down the scene.

They know who made the call?

I don't know, Jeff.

I see him.

So we don't know if Chris is down?

We're not sure, Jeff.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Move!

Talk to him. Talk to him!

Just do what the fuck they want!

Just do what the fuck they want!

Just do it!

On you feet. Hands up.

Come here. Against the wall!

Come on. Move!

Come on. Go. Go!

I need a unit for a 2-11 Adam in progress at the DHS building.

Repeat. 2-11 Adam.

Should we respond to that?

Are you guys hearing this 2-11?

Yeah, I fucking hear it!

Northwest corner or Eighth and Washington. Officer is down.

What the fuck is going on?

Alright. That's good enough.

You’re going to do exactly what we ask of you.

You got ten times that amount strapped to your head.

We can’t open the vault. It's on a time lock

There's no override.

— Received. Any units in the vicinity? — Fuck Send the other car!

Ling, you guys are on the 2-11.

No. No. Jeff!

Watch it! No!

Dispatch, Charlie 463 responding to the 2-11.

— Fuck — I'm seven out.

Fire in the hole.

Two. One.

Response is in.

One car so far. ETA is seven minutes.

Chris Allen. Where’s Chris Allen?

This way.

Tattoo Mike. Eleven o'clock high. Four units.

Hold it until prisoners are out of range.

Okay, that's it. Green, green, green!

Weapons free!

Get an updated ETA on this.

So this guy's Latino, about thirty years old.

Light build. Lots of tattoos.

Captain, it's Franco.

I'm on the 999.

I'm en route now.

Dammit.

So you say you haven't seen this Gabe Welch before?

I saw him about a week ago. He came to the bar me and Marcus were at.

They got into an argument. I don't know — I didn't hear much of it.

But Marcus said he was just some CI he was working with.

So you saw him at the bar. At your house.

Here.

Now that is a cosmic series of coincidences.

Remind me to get a lottery ticket.

Now what about Luis Pinto?

Luis Pinto surrounded by SWAT a few blocks from here.

Detective Rodriguez. Homicide.

Detective Allen. Major Crimes.

Alright, well maybe we’ll get some answers out of him.

You think they're just going to arrest him...

— Put him in a comfy cell. — They're not.

He's right.

You know this guy?

No. I didn't know him.

But Marcus sure did.

If you gentlemen will excuse me.

Rest of you get the hell out of here.

We need to get to that 2-11, boss. It’s a cluster fuck

Let me guess... our crew?

That's what it sounds like.

Well not all of them.

What the fuck that this, did you wrap it for us?

No man, it’s for Felix.

I was not sure you could pull it off.

I wasn’t left with much choice.

What about the rest of your crew, huh?

I should like to meet them finally.

They're gone.

Are they?

So you don't think I could shake some trees around the department

and watch a few dirty cops fall from the limbs?

Don't give me that look

You and I, we pray at the same altar!

Irina, I’ve been listening to you talk just about as long as I'm gonna.

Where's my son?

Where's my son you wretched fucking cunt?!

Felix!

I would be happy to Happy to tell him

that this is a goodbye gift from his father.

Anything for that boy.

H€Y'

The bullet fragment is embedded-

Are you okay?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

— You're bleeding. — It's not mine.

— How's he doing? — He's out of surgery.

He's got a bullet lodged in his skull

and they can't get it out because of the swelling in the brain

which may or may not go down.

Hey Chris.

What's up, man?

Sergeant Nelson just phoned. Pinto’s dead.

SWAT put a dozen holes in the motherfucker.

He went out blazing.

They brought him in an hour ago. I haven’t had a chance to clean him up.

— Are those his things there? — Yeah. They are.

Is this everything?

Yeah. That's it.

8th + Washington. 4pm.

Hey Mike, it's me. Franco.

Take it easy, man.

Just fucking with you.

You're a fucking funny guy, Franco.

You got our money?

We're all good.

How's Marcus?

That dumb fuck's still breathing.

I'll take care of that.

Just like I took care of Gabe‘s whore. An extra body in a shopping cart.

Are you alright?

I'm a little sore.

Yeah.

So that’s it, huh?

Until the next one.

Yeah Franco.

Yeah.

Come here, dude.

So my boss, he's got a rule right.

First one of us who takes a gun off the street gets the day off.

Get to go home. Sit around with my feet up.

See that dude, he just told me something.

I bet ifl lifted up your shirt you'd have a gun.

You know what I'm saying...

— Yeah. — Huh?

Now tell me something and I'll forget about that gun.

What do you want to know?

You know my partner Marcus?

Was he here the morning he go shot. Was he at the park without me?

That morning, pulled up, talked to my boy, Luis.

Marcus came here and he talked to your boy Luis the day he got shot.

Yeah.

— Don't mess with me, man. — No man, I'm serious.

Alright dude. Hey, give me the gun.

— Who is it? — Jeff, it's Chris.

Jesus, man.

If your mother could see me now.

There's people you can talk to about that, man.

There's no shame in it.

I'm talking to you.

IA is saying nobody's above suspicion including me.

And Rodriguez from homicide

is dismissing the thing as pure coincidence.

What?

You know, I think it might be worse than that.

I think Marcus was in on it.

I think he had Luis Pinto try to kill me.

Can you prove that?

Maybe I can.

Marcus and Gabe had history.

They were stationed at the same Precinct together.

Four man crew.

Michael Atwood and one and a half dead cops.

You've got to ask yourself... who's that fourth guy?

H€Y'

Gabe Welch’s girlfriend, my Cl.

Took two in the chest and one in the back of the head.

I should have seen that coming...

Somebody‘s cleaning up after themselves

and my bet is he wears a badge.

— Boss? — I need a favor.

I need a hard copy on Leah Green's murder.

I need the name of the lead cop on the scene when they found the body.

Sure, but it needs to be our little secret though.

Look at you...

Look at you, you worthless motherfucker!

Figured I’d find you here. How's he doing?

What's up?

Just wondering if you wouldn’t mind coming back to the station with me.

I still didn't get a full statement from you.

— Oh really? — Yeah.

Alright.

Hey Jeff, I’m in an elevator. I might lose you.

— Chris? Chris? — I can hear you. Go.

Don't do anything. It's Rodriguez.

Hey, say that again?

It's Detective Franco Rodriguez.

Alright. Yeah, I'll come by in a bit.

Bye bye.

You alright, man?

My car is over there.

I'll see you at the station.

Unit 342, Shots—fired! All Saints Memorial.

The roof of the parking structure. Repeat, shots fired!

— 999. All Saints MemoriaL — Fuck..

Repeat. Shots fired! Officer down! 999! All Saint's Memorial.