All language subtitles for The SHIELD - S07 E08 - Parricide (720p - BluRay)

NARRATOR: Previously
on The Shield:

VIC: My here and now is
how to bring down Pezuela

in the ten days I
still have a badge.

ACEVEDA: Pezuela is one of the
biggest contributors to my campaign.

These files turned
up at my office.

I realized Pezuela
was using them

to blackmail prominent citizens.

CHAFFEE: And the Mexican drug
cartel is using Pezuela as a front.

This is an ICE
investigation now.

Chaffee is making
this case a priority.

VIC: We need someone
on the inside,

and that only means me.

OLIVIA: Pezuela's guard's up.

That's why I have to give
him back the blackmail box.

I got a plan that will give
Lem the justice he deserves.

SHANE: Take a look around.

Vic and Ronnie tried
to kill me tonight.

They set me up.

They think I'm too stupid
to even realize it.

Now we have no idea
what Shane knows,

what he suspects
or what he'll do.

[GRUNTING]

I think he broke my goddamn jaw!

CAPUCHINA: Two-Man
snatched her by the hair,

bashed her in the face.

I know I was never going
to see that breezie again.

SHANE: Two-Man,
I arrest you for murder,

but you can work with me.

Work with you how?

I need your help
getting rid of somebody.

That's gonna mean looking
somebody in the eye,

pulling the trigger though.

TWO-MAN: You ain't serious.

You don't know how
goddamn serious I am.

♪ You don't make things worse ♪

♪ Wild dreams come true ♪

♪ What to do then ♪

♪ Confusion and glory ♪

♪ And a man's gotta
Think it through ♪

♪ Got to do What you got to do ♪

♪ It's itching to
conquer And take you ♪

♪ Itching to make A
mistake out of you ♪

[SHANE GRUNTS]

JACKSON: I'm not
sleepy, I wanna play.

I know, but not right now.

Why?

MARA: Because it's
time to go to bed.

No, keep him up, all right?

But it's late, he's fussy. Good.

Just let the whole block
know that we're both at home

dealing with a cranky kid.
Come on.

So run through this with me.

MARA: In 30 minutes,
I go online,

lcheck the Georgia
Bulldogs score.

I keep checking
every 10 minutes-.

I log in, answer your e-mails.

Order the pizza at 11:00.
You turn on the shower.

Delivery guy comes,
and I yell at you for some cash.

Make sure he sees this.

I know.

Go.

Okay.

♪ It's a blessing and a curse ♪

♪ Wish it didn't hurt so... ♪

Not used to love letters
so late at night.

What's so urgent?

You think I'm wired?

We're more involved now.
Rules of engagement change.

Midnight texts,
chaperones, engagement.

Sounds like we're
becoming an item.

I need you to put a drug
dealer out of business.

You came to the best.

[SCOFFS]

This is your drug dealer?

Father Morton is letting
gang members deal

heroin and cocaine

out of this mission

for a cut of the profits.

Another one of your
black mailbox buddies?

What do you want me to
do, arrest him?

He submits his yearly fiscal
report to the diocese next week.

I want him to recommend
that they close St. Luke's.

This church is nearby
Pezuela-ville, isn't it?

Across the street from
our renewal project.

You can't get a liquor
permit if there's a church

within a thousand feet.

Looked like they were
gonna close last year,

but they didn't.

So we need to give
them a little push.

Force his recommendation
for closure.

By end of day tomorrow.

Pezuela wants to
close the church

to get his liquor permit.

How many commandments
does that violate?

He wasn't his normal suave self.
He was kinda tweaked.

He had a bodyguard.

Things are heating up.

You got federal
approval to play along.

Rattle the priest,
get him to agree.

It's the first step in
an extortion charge.

I have to clear
the time with Wyms.

I already did. Told her I needed
your gang expertise for a day.

She suggested I take
you for the week.

The love just keeps coming.

About my expertise...

My hearing was yesterday.

I'm out in eight days.

I know.

I'm sorry.

What I've been
doing for ICE here,

I'd like it to be
a regular thing.

You're forgetting
I've read your file.

More importantly,
so has my boss.

The Farmington's become
a cartel hot zone.

Word gets out that
I've crossed the line

and I'm working rogue
muscle for Pezuela,

it's gonna open a lot of doors.

I need a soft landing,
you need a pair of eyes on the inside.

It's a win-win.

Not my call to make,
but I'll pass it up the line.

In the meantime,
follow through with Pezuela's dirty deed.

Hey, uh,

you're not actually gonna let
Pezuela shut that church down?

We'll get to someone
in the diocese

before that happens.

Good. I wouldn't wanna piss off
Jesus on top of everyone else.

[GIGGLES]

Cool car.

Thanks.

How long you been bartending?
Couple years.

But I go to school days
to be a dental hygienist.

Really? Good for you.

[SCREAMS] [GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS] [SCREAMING]

[MOTORCYCLE REVS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUN CLICKS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

VIC: Yeah, Ronnie, what's up?

Oh, shit.
You get a look at the guy?

Black guy,
but his face was covered.

My date took a frag in the arm.

All right, man, don't worry, I'm coming.
I'm on the way.

[VEHICLE DEPARTS]

[TIT]

Holy shit.

Hope he had the wrong address.

Glad I moved to the valley.
It's so much safer.

You feeling okay?

Don't talk to me, shithead.

So much for your
bamboo cage fantasy.

Claudette called North Valley.
Barn's handling the case.

Jesus. And you're in one piece?

What happened to Hanoi Hannah?

Ah, she caught a stray.

She'll live. Not sure I'm
gonna get date number two.

BILLINGS: Number
one ended up here?

I'll explain it some time.

We'll have Corrections spit
out a list of recent parolees.

See if one of the names
don't jump out at you.

I can think of a dozen dickheads

who would try something
stupid like this.

Porch light bulb was unscrewed.
You see or hear anything?

Didn't see his face.
Black guy, though, saw his arms.

He was riding a
motorcycle, had a big gun.

That's all I know.

Three fifty-seven.

Looks like armor-piercing.

Somebody wanted you
dead two or three times.

Only a few places in town you
can get high-end lead like this.

CLAUDETTE: A place to start.
WOMAN: You okay, Ronnie?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.

Shonda here spotted the
cycle, got a partial plate.

I don't like to get
involved in messy shit,

but you helped my cousin out.

I figured it wouldn't
be right not helping.

DUTCH: What did you see?

The bike was black and red.
One of those fast Asian models.

I got some of the plate number.

CLAUDETTE: Thank you very much.

Timing's creepy
with all the shit

going on with Shane lately.

First thing that
crossed my mind.

We'll find the brother on
the other end of the gun,

squeeze the truth out of him.

Hey, wanna crash at my house?

You got a bamboo cage?

For chrissake.

Oh, shit. I got that ICE thing
first thing tomorrow morning.

Olivia's got you
working a Pezuela?

Since Pezuela squeezed her,

Olivia wants to nail that
asshole worse than I do.

But don't worry, I'll cancel it.

No, no. That's gonna
screw you with Pezuela.

Listen, stick with it.

I'll head back to the Barn,
try to find the shithead myself.

I'm not gonna sleep anyway.

Not without my
Asian throw pillow.

All right.

Partial plate provided
by our witness,

we've narrowed this
down to about 400 names.

We just found a connection.
Maceo Padmore.

We know Padmore
better as Two-Man.

Who's Two-Man?

Asshole we banged
around the other day

trying to close that Farrah
thing you stuck us to.

Any reason he'd come after you?

It got physical between us,

but nothing unusual.

How the hell did this
guy find my place?

Any moron with a
laptop and half a brain

can pay you a visit these days.

We should return the favor.

CLAUDETTE: You're
already detailed to ICE.

I hear you flashing a badge
anywhere at Farmington today,

I'll have you chained to a desk
for the rest of your time here.

I want all eyes
looking for Padmore.

Any information regarding him

or the attempted murder
of Detective Gardocki,

I want reported to Detectives
Wagenbach and Billings.

You're gonna be on
desk duty today.

You're a victim of a
crime, it's mandatory.

Shane and Julien can hit
the streets on your behalf.

We got an address on Padmore.

CLAUDETTE: Okay. Notify SWAT.
I'll let the chief

know you'll need a warrant ASAP.

I would have parked Shane
too, but I need the manpower.

You keep an eye on him.

Understood.

Hey, I might be on
loan out to ICE today,

but you find out where
this Padmore prick is,

I'll be there...

I'll be there in a heartbeat.

I know.

SHANE: This is bullshit.

Everyone used to fear this team.

Now word's hit the street,
Vic's on the way out,

suddenly they think it's all
right to take a shot at us?

We need to remind
them who we are,

put this asshole's
dick in the dirt.

We don't need to turn the
heat up any higher than it is.

He almost tried to kill you
over a bloody jaw, man-.

He and everybody else gotta
know that shit ain't gonna fly.

Plenty of time for payback for
this dick when we pinch him.

If he happens to fall in
front of a moving bus,

consider it an accident.

Let's go talk to
his girls for hire.

See where he mattresses up.

Anything we find, man,
we'll let you know.

I suppose it's possible
Two-Man got pissed

did this on his own.

Possible.

I just can't figure out what
leverage Shane might have had

to make him try it.

Neither can I.

Look, maybe we're looking for
the devil when he's not there.

Maybe.

Doesn't hurt for us to
keep our eyes open, though.

Look, uh, this ho?
She's a little shy.

Just let me start
off one on one,

we can go salt and pepper on
her if her tongue freezes up.

Got you. Okay.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING WITHIN]

Hey, Capuchina.

Capuchina?

I was plucking for my next date.

Eyebrows look fine.

I wasn't talking eyebrows.

Listen, I need your help finding
Two-Man before he finds you.

You said you was gonna
keep my name out of it.

I held up my end.

It must have been some perp in
the cage who saw you come in.

All I know is that word is
out and he's looking for you.

Shit.

Tell me where I
can look for him.

You try talking to white Farrah?

She's so spun on crank,

she doesn't know whether

to piss standing up or sitting.

Two-Man knows I ratted him out.

Hey, listen to me, listen to me.
Just listen to me.

Okay? Listen to me.

The best long term solution

is we pretend like
we never even talked.

I mean, you never pointed
a finger at Two-Man.

Even if some other cop
ever asks you, okay?

Okay.

Now, where do I find him?

He got peoples around the way.

Cousin, I think.
Okay, well, cousin's got a name.

So, what is it? [LIGHTER FLICKS]

What is it?

Could have been me or you
getting shot at last night.

Could have been your wife
made a widow by this guy.

This guy. He deserves
whatever it is we give him.

It's not for us to decide.

No, it's up to him.

Two-Man's crazy. He's big too.

He's got firepower,
so he's not gonna come easy.

Are you ready?

I got your back.

Okay. This guy almost
killed a cop last night.

So if he blinks,
let's not let him get it right this time.

[MAN AND WOMAN SHOUTING]

Hey, hey, it's the police!

Open this door.

What's going on?

We're looking for Two-Man.
He's expecting us.

You ain't got no right coming...

Do what? Look for a guy
who almost killed a cop?

You have no right to be here.
Get out.

You got it? Yeah.

SHANE: Shut up!

Stop. Let me see your hands.

All right... Don't shoot.

Let me see your hands!
Don't move!

Whoa, buddy, that's not him.
That's not Two-Man.

MAN: I ain't Two-Man, man.
I ain't Two-Man.

Man, chill.
SHANE: Where's your cousin?

What? I don't know.

Why you sneaking out the window?

You got a message to deliver?

No man,
Two-Man was here for a minute,

but he took his stuff and left, man.
Serious.

How long ago?
About an hour, man.

VIC: Father Morton?
Detective Mackey.

I need to have a little
conversation with you

about some of your altar boys.

MORTON: They come here for a
hot meal and a place to sleep.

What they do on the
street is out of my hands.

Out of your hands and
into your pocket, right?

I know you've been letting
the E-Park Johnnies

deal out of your mission.

I also know you're taking a cut.

No squad car and uniforms?

What's your play, detective?

My play, padre,

is to get you to change
your "mission" mission.

Your review with the pope
wannabes is next week.

You're gonna recommend
they shut down St. Luke's.

Why would I do that?

Photographs of you
and Damon Leeks,

head of the Johnnies,
breaking bread.

Bank statements showing deposits

into your unauthorized
bank account.

This goes into the shredder

as soon as you help
close this place down.

I can't do that.

Hey, you not hearing me?

You'll lose that collar
and I'm gonna gain one-.

You're gonna do
time for this shit.

Then you're gonna
have to arrest me,

because I can't
close the doors here.

[RAP SONG PLAYING ON STEREO]

Damon Leeks.

Shit. Heard they retired
your cracker-ass.

Too young and pretty to retire.
Made them shitcan me.

Which means I only
got another eight days

to shitcan maggots like you.

Brother's all about his thick.
Better go easy on that juice, D.

Brains turn into hot sauce,
shrinks the balls to raisins.

Oh. Sorry, I'm too late.

My brain is fine tuned

and them balls are
the size of cat eggs.

Seen your crew around St.
Luke's.

I know you're supplying
the transient crowd

with H and blow.

Just helping the destitute.
Serving up holy gruel and shit.

Yeah, right. I need to know how
the priest figures into this.

He taking a cut of the sales,
or you just paying him rent?

He's our spiritual
counselor, man.

And I'm the counselor
who's about to crush

your heroin selling summer camp.

Got nothing to crush.
Y'all got no evidence.

Ain't gonna put no homeless
junkie on the stand.

And the priest?

He bound by oath to
keep his mouth shut.

Since when are you a Catholic?

Oh, since Jesus H. Christ.

I've seen the
preliminary results

from the exploratory committee.

Very favorable.

Your years as a police captain

give people a lot of confidence
in your ability to lead.

Research is young,
but indicators are promising.

District Attorney
Lima has also launched

an exploratory committee.

Yes, I know.

Anita is very aggressive.

She's convinced she's going to
be L.A.'s first woman mayor.

Why don't you just say
what you wanna say.

You're a man of vision.

I believe you will be
this city's next mayor.

I appreciate the
vote of confidence...

You're green.

You lack influential support.

You need to surround yourself

with people who can
shape that vision.

I wanna be one of those people.

Thanks for the offer.

I'll take it under
consideration.

I have the influence and power

to make you the next
mayor of this city.

So are you
guaranteeing me a win?

Yes.

I have leverage you couldn't
even begin to understand.

Working with me
is not a decision

that requires any thought.

It's a one-time offer.

Forgive me, but you have sinned,
and I need a goddamn confession.

I am in the middle of service.
Get out.

But I got this question
gnawing at my soul.

Why would a priest
protect drug dealers?

So I went and visited
the little douche bags,

and they're all cocky as hell,

secure in the knowledge

that their humble priest
won't rat 'em out.

And I think, wow,

whatever it is these
bangers have on the Father

is much worse than what
I've laid at your feet.

Now, what would be worse

than a priest losing his
collar and going to jail?

Then it hits me.

A priest going to jail
for molesting boys.

MORTON: Get the hell
out of my church.

What, no absolution?

Come on, come on.

Move it.

Listen,
just because some sick perverts

decide to live out their
fantasies through the collar

doesn't mean every priest
is a gay pedophile.

Then what do the Johnnies
have on you, sir?

I'm not a quitter, Padre.

Two years ago, I had an affair.

One of my parishioners.

Keisha Leeks.

She had a child.

Holy shit. Damon's sister?

Now he's threatening to out you?

Already disgraced my vows.

Damon is a psychopath.

He's threatening to
kill Keisha and Adam

if I don't cooperate.

Those bank deposits are
for Keisha and the baby.

I would never take a
dime of his drug money.

What do you know about
Damon's operation?

Keisha lives with
her grandfather.

She says Damon uses
the old man's place

to cut and bag his dope.

You let me take care of Damon.

What if I can get
Keisha and your kid

into a shelter somewhere?
I already tried that.

The urban renewal project
that's taking over the hood

closed down the last two
shelters in the area.

Now you're doing
whatever you can

to take care of your blood,

I get it.

You leave the good deed
for the day up to me.

CLAUDETTE: Good news.

Squad car picked up
Two-Man on Kenmore.

HOW'd they find him?

It's easy to spot
a moving violation

when the horsepower's
between their legs.

Watched this asshole
run through a stop sign,

nearly clipped a city bus.

Then he gave us a fake name.

But he's got a memorable
mug, even in black and white.

Shot and tried to kill one
of my detectives last night.

I surely did not.

Glad you around to vouch
for my character, though.

Jaw's feeling better.

COP: Right back there.

Hey. You got the guy.

Citywide APB,
rookie comes through with the big bust.

Is he... Is he talking yet?

No. Dutch and Billings
will have first crack.

We'll start with the
tussle of the projects.

He admits to a beef with Ronnie,
that's the open door we need.

DUTCH: Let's go. Good.

Hey, Steve, hold on.

Just because I'm on
the street all the time

doesn't mean I haven't heard
about your little lawsuit.

I don't want your half-assed
brand of police work

you've been phoning
in around here lately

anywhere near a hit on one
of my Strike Team members.

It's not gonna happen here.

The guy shot at a cop,
cuffs are never coming off.

We'll get him.

Maceo Pad more-.

I'm Detective Wagenbach,
this is Detective Billings.

We're gonna wanna talk to you

about an attempted
shooting last night.

BILLINGS: Heard you had a
run-in with Detective Gardocki.

Yeah, his fist ran into my jaw-.

That why you wanted to kill him?

I ain't try to kill nobody.

Then your motorcycle did,
because a witness saw it

fleeing from the scene
of a shooting last night.

This faggot-ass cop
laid his hands on me.

Y'all need to
arrest his damn ass.

Great. Only 20 seconds in,
already we've got motive-.

TWO-MAN [ON TV]: That ain't no motive.
I'm Christian.

I turned the other cheek.
He could turn both,

he'd still be talking
out of his ass.

BILLINGS [ON TV]:
Lucky for Gardocki,

you can't hit a guy 10 feet
away with a clear shot-.

TWO-MAN: That wasn't me,
so I guess we'll never know.

Assuming it wasn't,
where were you last night around 11:00?

Passed out in my bed.
Anybody see you?

Not that I can think of.

Unless dude that jacked
my bike for that joyride

was peeking in my window.

Look,
this is just getting started.

I'm gonna go check
on my other thing.

Yeah, I'll keep you informed.
TWO-MAN: Your neighbors

know where you at every night?

BILLINGS: Probably know
he's not out to kill a cop.

DUTCH: They did hear your
motorcycle leave at 10:30

and return sometime after 1.

Nice of whoever stole it

to bring it back
when they were done.

Nicer if dude had
filled up the tank.

Only chance you have of getting
a better deal is to confess now.

Y'all don't think I
know y'all fronting?

Trying to run a game on a nigga.

From where I sit,
you're about to lose big time.

We're gonna let him
stew for a while.

CLAUDETTE: Because we've
got plenty of nothing?

He knows it. There's no use
going back until we change that.

Anything on the gun?

RONNY: We got unis
at his apartment

and going over the route home.

It's good we know the way,
because we don't find that gun,

we may as well give
him a ride home.

JULIEN: What about the cousin's house?
We checked it out earlier,

Two-Man had been there.
Better take another look.

What are we waiting for?

Search warrant. Make a call.

I can talk the cousin into letting us in.
Save us time.

Great. We'll send unis...

Just me and Julien.
Too many bodies

will look like an occupation
instead of a request.

Okay. Get over there.

Hey. Give me a minute first?

All right. Meet you outside.

SHANE: Hey.

Where you hide the gun?
Getting me out?

Where did you hide the gun?

Look, man,
I've gotta get to it before

anybody else here does.

Or maybe you wanna
put me away with it?

Look, I am trying to save
you, dumb-ass.

Without that gun,
they don't have shit on you,

but I have to get to it first.

Look, they're on their way

to your cousin's
house right now.

If the gun is there,
they're going to find it.

You think I trust you?

You wanted me to kill your own cop
buddy, remember that?

Which means we're in this
goddamn thing together.

Right now, please,
tell me where the gun is.

There's a grate in the backyard.
Some kind of sewer thing.

It's in there, underneath.

Why is the camera off?

I don't think you'd
want a defense attorney

hearing the names I was
just calling this asshole.

I stay undercover for you guys,
keep gaining Pezuela's trust.

And ICE gets a front row seat
to the Mexican cartel show.

As much as your
tainted reputation

may help you on the street,

it concerns the higher-ups.

It's not gonna be an easy sell
making this a full-time gig.

Come on, you guys make
deals with Freeway Rick,

Antwon Mitchell.

Here's a chance to put
one of the good guys

back on the street,
get something done.

[PHONE RINGING]

Yeah.

Send him in.

It seems you're not the only one
that Pezuela's trying to employ.

[DOOR OPENS]

Pezuela say anything else?

Indicate why he played
the mayor card this early?

ACEVEDA: Didn't get to ask questions.
I showed reluctance,

he turned his offer
into an ultimatum.

Demanded a reply by tonight.

Why is Montalban crawling out
of his fine Corinthian skin?

We're not at liberty
to discuss it.

Hey, I'm the one
on the firing line.

Anything coming at
Pezuela's gonna be pointed

right at my dome too.

If it's any consolation,
you won't be alone.

You need to take
him up on his offer.

Accept his support for mayor.

I gave you that box to distance

myself from this guy.
I've washed my hands.

Are you sure those hands are
clean, councilman?

Because I can pull
the threads on your

the-box-showed-up-
on-my-doorstep story.

I risked everything I've worked
for bringing that box to you.

Hey, we're all on
the same side here.

Let's talk about what
needs to get done.

Pezuela's spooked.

We need to keep him in L.A.

Securing you as his
mayor-in-pocket will do that.

So we're getting the liquor
permits for his renewal project.

Both of you have to
get in bed with him.

Jesus Christ.

Pezuela's being evaluated.

Cartel.

Someone's here.

That's why he's with the
entourage, isn't it?

He's scared.

He's being watched. He knows it.

Making some bold moves
to secure the confidence

of his backers in Mexico.

Our one and only goal is to
tie Pezuela to the cartel.

And what happens
when this blows up

and my name gets tied to
Pezuela and the cartel?

Former-cop goes undercover
to catch a cartel player

trying to buy a mayor.

Smells like victory.

My opponent gets hold of this,

it's gonna smell
like something else.

Olivia will be your
point person from now on.

She'll contact you.

Be careful, gentlemen.

Hey, don't worry,
if Pezuela wants you taken out,

I'll be the one
he hires to do it.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Order to keep Pezuela

in play came down from
the Department of Defense.

Means the cartel evaluator is
most likely Mexican military.

D.C. wants us to
track this new guy,

see who and what he plugs into.

If you really want to make
yourself an asset to us,

find a way to align yourself
with this military cat.

I'll see what I can do.

HEY-

You handled yourself
really well back there.

I'm glad you're the
one who's got my back.

I made some calls.

Got Keisha and Adam Leeks into
El Segundo Family Shelter.

That's great.
I'll go let her know.

SHANE: Your cousin's
at the station

being grilled for
attempted murder.

Evidence could be here.

We got nothing to do with this.

You can either let us
take a look around now

or 2O cops show up in an
hour and wreck this place.

It's up to you.

Okay.

You take the front two
rooms, I'll take the back?

[SIGHS]

Shane and Julien came up
empty at the cousin's.

How far does a witness
and partial plate get?

You willing to roll to a jury
with that if he'd been trying

to fill your ass with lead?

CLAUDETTE: Anywhere
on associates?

Other than Bombay, who's
dead, there's no one.

Maybe it's time to
switch up teams here.

Hey. We're doing the best
we can with what we've got.

And the final result's
this asshole walking

with nothing but hunger pangs.

You wanna help,
drum up some evidence.

SHANE: Searched my
ass off for the gun.

The guy's smart to hide it

where we're not
going to find it.

We're not putting this guy away

without that gun
or a confession.

So if you've pushed all
the buttons you can,

then let's get a little
new blood up there.

Who? You?

Me and Julien.

Well, we're...
We're not through.

He doesn't know we
don't have the gun.

RONNY: Risky lie.

Look man,
he catches you in that fib

he hardens,
you've got no place left to squeeze.

We started this, we finish it.

One last shot.

Let's go.

Hey, guess what.

We found the gun you used to
shoot at Detective Gardocki.

Yeah? Where?

That's funny.

Innocent man says there
is no gun to find.

BILLINGS: Guilty asks where.

DUTCH: Earlier today
you gave us motive.

BILLINGS: No verifiable
alibi equals opportunity.

DUTCH: Gun gives us means.

BILLINGS: Means,
motive, opportunity,

the holy trinity
of incarceration.

Question is whether
this gets written

as first or second
degree murder.

Difference of six years,

reducible with good
behavior or 20.

There ain't no gun to find.

Now, if you found a
gun, show it to me,

and I tell you why that gat

and any other shit
you found ain't mine.

How we looking?

If Wagenbach and Billings
do any more jerking off

it's gonna be a goddamn
bukkake party in there.

Let me and Vic have
a run at this guy.

Where are we at with him?

They told him we found the gun.

And we don't have it,
so he's feeling his oats.

Look, it's time to put
the first string in

before this game is lost, coach.

Okay. Okay, come on.

Wait a second,
I got a better idea.

This guy's shot is
knocking around hookers.

He's already pissed off
a bunch of them, right?

Instead of producing the
real gun we don't have,

why don't we produce the
fake witnesses we do.

DUTCH: Do the right thing.

Save the taxpayers
a lot of money

on an unnecessary trial.

Just give us one person who
can establish your whereabouts.

Why don't you give me one
person who says I was there?

[DOOR OPENS]
Detective Wagenbach.

I hear we don't have
shit on this prick.

So here's what we're gonna do.

I, um, can't really see
what's going on down there.

I want you to smile at me
like we've got this bastard

hung to the cross,

and thank me like
you really mean it-.

[DUTCH CHUCKLES]

I appreciate it.

Detective Mackey turned
up two witnesses,

claim you told them you
were gonna kill the cop.

TWO-MAN: That's some bullshit.
Who said that?

Couple pros you use
as punching bags,

Farrah and Capuchina?

They're giving
statements right now.

I didn't say nothing
to them bitches.

You cops getting them to snitch
over the beat downs they earned.

BILLINGS: So now we got you
on a couple of assaults.

We got the gun,

we got two witnesses who
say he planned the shooting,

we've got the witness who saw
the motorcycle at the scene.

I think we're done here.

VIC: There it is.
There's the worm.

Take it.

Come on, it's right in front of
you, shithead. Take it.

TWO-MAN: What if you get
forced to do something

that you didn't really wanna do?

I mean, that's not a
crime, right?

DUTCH: Not necessarily.
It depends.

What are we talking
about exactly?

Be right back.

TWO-MAN: That ho Amber
that got herself killed.

DUTCH: What about her?

He was gonna put my
name on that killing,

I don't do what he say.

He needed a cop merked.

DUTCH: Who wanted him dead?

I ain't gonna get
trouble, right?

I had no choice.

Who are we talking about?
Who made you do it?

That cop in there.

BILLINGS: What cop?

Dixie-Boy.

TWO-MAN: He gave me the .357.

Told me the address,

told me his partner's
shift ended at 11:00.

Told me what kind
of car he's driving,

told me where to hide
so I wouldn't be seen.

Told me two shots
to bring him down,

two shots to the
head to be sure.

Hey, Shane,
I'm in charge of softball sign-ups.

You in this year? Uh, sure.

Wanna play center field?
Yeah, okay.

We lost Asher at shortstop.

Whatever.

It's gonna be $75 this year,
instead of the usual 50.

Shane Vendrell hired
you to kill Gardocki?

I didn't get hired to do shit.

I got thrown on a slave ship
and given a gun for an oar.

Wasn't no money in it.

He was in here earlier.

CLAUDETTE: Mackey. Julien.

Sorry.

Where's Vendrell?
WOMAN: What's going on?

What number do you want?
You pick.

You can have anything but 23, 17 and 35.
What do you want?

Pick the goddamn number
and shove it up your ass.

Okay.

MAN: Call me.

CLAUDETTE: Mackey.

What's going on?
I'm looking for Shane.

Just left.
Who put a cactus up his ass?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

MARA: Corrine?

Hi. You left Jackson in the car?

I need you to listen
very carefully.

Why? Just listen.

Vic murdered Terry Crowley.

Shane was there, he saw it.

And later,
Vic and the Strike Team

robbed the Armenian
mob of over $2 million.

That's why there was an
Armenian hit man in your house

hunting down you and your kids.

Shane shot him and saved you.

And two nights ago,

Vic and Ronnie
tried to kill Shane

and the Armenians that
were a threat to you.

The Armenians got
killed, but Shane didn't.

Last night,
he retaliated out of self-defense.

You're crazy.

No. Someone is finally
telling you the truth.

Well, I'm not listening, okay?

No, just shut up
and pay attention.

There is a lot of shit

going down at the
Barn right now.

Shane and I are
getting out of town.

You are gonna pass two
messages on to Vic and Ronnie.

The first is a reminder
that they started this

when they tried to kill Shane.

The second is that
they are gonna do

everything in their power

to prevent any and all
authorities from finding us,

because if we get caught,

Shane is gonna testify to
so much Strike Team shit

that the two of them will be put
away for 10 natural lifetimes-.

Do you understand what
I'm saying to you?

Yes.

You're gonna be by
your phone every day

at 1 in the afternoon
and 10:00 at night.

I'm gonna call from wherever
we are and check in.

Vic needs to give
you information

on what the cops know about us

and where they
think we're going.

You tell him all of this.

Everything, exactly what I said.

Must have given you some reason

why he wanted you
to kill Gardocki.

No, the man was all about the
whens, wheres and hows.

Why never crossed his lips.

Unis just checked in.
Shane's house is empty.

It looked like a quick pack job.
Whole family's on the move.

Why?

It's clear Mara's an accomplice.

No. Why did this man
try and kill him?

No clue.

Ask Shane.

I will when I catch up with him.

And both of you are not
to leave this building.

I've got questions,
I expect answers.

TWO-MAN: I got love for all, even ho's.
I wouldn't hurt a fly.

BILLINGS: You know you
did shoot that spinner?

Is she all right?

Gonna be left-handed
for the next six months.

Look, I'm sorry she got hit up,
but that cop gave me no choice.

Squeezed me over a
bullshit murder charge

and tried to get
me to cap his dude.

Y'all about bringing
force down on the street.

Why don't y'all take a look
at what you got going on

under your own roof.

Holy shit.
CORRINE: That's right, holy shit.

Okay, okay. We need your help.

My help?

Do it for whatever
reason you need,

for the kids, for Ronnie,
the time we've spent.

But help us now. Please.

If you tell me the
truth and I believe you,

I will help you.

Did you really do
all those things?

I did a lot of things that
I shouldn't have done.

For reasons that made
sense at the time,

but are pretty hard
to defend right now.

What do you want me to say?
That I'm different?

I don't wanna go to prison.
Do you want me to go to prison?

Do either of you
even feel any shame?

I don't think about it.

CORRINE: Well, that's honest.

Sad thing is, I've known.

Maybe not the specifics,
the details, but I've known,

and I have let you infect
me and our children.

I'll help you this
one last time,

and then the kids and
I are out of your life.

That is my price,
and you have to pay

some kind of price.

First call from Mara's
at 1:00 in the afternoon.

You let me know what
you want me to tell her.

Okay, we go in cold,
watch for my signal.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING WITHIN]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

WOMAN: Yeah? What do you want?

Drop off for Damon.

Are you Keisha? Mm-hm.

Father Morton sent me.

Gonna get you and your
kid out of here. Safe.

For real? Promise.
Now, who's inside?

My gramps with my
boy, watching TV.

Damon's in the back bedroom.
Got three of his boys with him.

Good girl. Get her out of here.

It's gonna be all right.

Quick.

Okay, get out of here.

Hey!

Police!

[GRUNTS]

That's all right.

Where you're going,
all you're gonna need is lips.

Come on.

Here's my kid's tuition.

Pezuela gave me an extra
5 grand for the fast work.

The Mackey I read about in your
file would have pocketed that.

I'm not the bastard my boss
tried to make me out to be

while I was logging more
high profiles collars

than anyone else in this city.

And I want the job.

I think you've got
Chaffee half-convinced.

Bring Pezuela home and I think
we'll get all the way there.

With a push from me.

Olivia.

Thanks for doing the
right thing by me.

Wouldn't wanna piss off Jesus.

[DOOR OPENS]

If Shane was gonna retaliate
against both of us,

why only come after me?

And why trust it to
someone like Two-Man?

He needed to give
himself an alibi.

Or he needed
someone to kill you,

because he was
waiting to kill me.

I got your call,

I didn't even get
inside my door.

Huh.

Even with our help,
how long can they hide?

A month?
If they're lucky, a year?

Two-Man couldn't even go a
day without getting scooped.

We gotta find them
before anyone else.

How? It sounds like they're
heading out of state.

Claudette knows we're
gonna be gunning him,

she's gonna keep
us chained up here.

Saw the cage full of Johnnies.

Consider it my going away
present just for you.

Why did Shane try to
get Ronnie killed?

What went wrong with you three?

I'm done.

Officially resigning.

You can send the
paperwork to my house.

I'll turn in my
.45 on the way out.

You have a week left.

I thought you wanted
to play it out hard.

I do, but you'll just
anchor me to my desk.

So it's kiss-my-ass time.

Mackey, you do not
interfere with this case.

Seeing as how I'm
not a cop anymore,

you really don't
have jurisdiction

over what I do, captain.

You rogue out on this,

you do anything sideways
like you did with Lemansky,

and I'll lock up your corrupt
ass faster than you can say:

"How'd I lose this job?"

This is all that's
left of this job.

I don't want it.

[TIT]