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Previously on The Shield ...

OLIVIA: Guillermo Beltran, the Guerrero drug cartel head of security.

The goal is getting him to trust you to the point where

you have access to the cartel's inner workings.

I've arranged a meet‐and‐greet with the black board of directors.

I don't meet‐and‐greet. VIC: I'd be happy to negotiate terms.

Shane Vendrell hired you to kill Gardocki?

There's a reward for anyone who can deliver him.

Your cop buddy's payin' 10 G's for your head, S.

You got almost 100 grand in there. That's more than enough to keep walkin'.

SHANE (ON PHONE): Since you caused us to lose

all of our cash today, you're gonna replace it.

MARA (ON PHONE): My husband's giving Vic a

five o'clock deadline to come up with the $100,000.

MARA (ON PHONE): Corrine is supposed to hand the money to Shane.

SHANE: We just walked Vic into a bust.

VIC (ON PHONE): Code Red. There's a package. You know what to do.

This is for you.

Ronnie's his goddamn errand boy. We haven't got the real bastard yet!

CORRINE: What if Vic figured out that I was working with you?

What's he gonna do to me when he finds out?

What do you make of Shane taking a pass on that bag of free money?

VIC: Shane didn't show up today?

It's time for me to pull my guy. Ronnie got a darkie into this thing.

Vic, I can't say yes to that. That's the way it's gotta be!

I'm tryin' to set us up with Fed badges. I'm gonna run.

If I fail, we'll both run.

MAN: Hey, hold up. Look.

(METAL DETECTOR BUZZING)

MAN: Photo ID?

(ENGINE RUNNING)

How you doing? You need something?

Yeah, I need to take some people's money.

(CHUCKLES)

Omaha high‐low's my game.

(METAL DETECTOR BUZZING)

Appreciate it.

(DOOR OPENS)

(CROWD CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Nothing.

(ALL CHATTERING)

MAN 2: Put your money in the pot.

MAN 3: It's going high.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

(JACKSON MOANS)

Daddy's coming back, baby.

He's just getting us some money, okay?

(CROWD CHATTERING)

(MAN LAUGHING)

Trap. Hey, hey, hey Trap.

You put your hand on me again, you're gonna lose it.

You don't remember me?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Ah, sorry.

I've burned too many of these. What is it?

It's Biddle. Marty's brother.

Right, Marty's... Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, yeah. It's feeling like one of those nights

the tables are itching to clear my pockets.

Think I'm gonna find my old lady,

get drunk, hold on to my money.

Whoa, wait. Chuck's here.

He'd wanna see you. Come on. Who?

Oh! Oh! Oh!

(LAUGHING)

Damn, that son of a bitch is having a hell of a night.

Hey, maybe he'll change your luck.

Yeah, maybe he can.

Chuck, look who came back in town.

No shit.

It's been a long time. Yeah.

So long, he didn't even remember me.

We got some catching up to do. Party's at our place.

As long as you're buying. Ha‐ha!

(PHONE BEEPS)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Ah, goddamn it. That's gonna be my girl calling.

Well, tell her to keep her legs spread.

You'll be home eventually.

Yeah. Hey, baby.

MARA: There's two of them, Shane.

How're you gonna take them both?

I told you I was going out.

Where are you going?

Ah, I don't know what time I'm gonna be home.

What about your gun?

SHANE: Yeah, well, uh, I'll see you when I see you.

Okay, I'll be right behind you.

(BLUES ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

Mm.

(SIGHS)

Oh! Ah.

CHUCK: Cut a few more, B. This is my night!

(ALL LAUGH)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

And our buddy Trap is back.

(ALL LAUGH)

Um, you know what? I think, uh...

I'm gonna step out of here for a minute and grab some air.

CHUCK: Your head's the last thing needs to get clear.

You've been lagging. It's time to catch up.

It'll just take me a second, man.

Hey, I thought you came here to party, man.

Come on, there's plenty of time to get air after that, huh?

(BOTH LAUGH)

Come on. All right. Set it up.

CHUCK: Yeah, come on. BIDDLE: Here's the stuff.

I chose to invest in it.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Not bad, yeah?

Yeah. Hell, yeah.

(ALL LAUGH)

So, uh, have another, man.

Come on. All right.

(ALL LAUGH)

There we go, Trap. Now it's a party!

Damn. I'm gonna need that air.

(ALL LAUGH)

Aw, dude, what'd you cut that with?

Speed.

Uh‐oh!

You seen Marty lately?

Ah, no, no, man. I haven't seen Marty.

How's he been?

Not so good. The goddamn Mexicans killed him.

What, man? Yeah.

They got him in Chino, right in the middle of the yard.

Right where you put him. Goddamn vice cop.

SHANE: Hey, man.

What are you talking about, man?

I'm not a cop, man.

(ALL GRUNTING)

(CRASHING INSIDE APARTMENT)

(ALL GRUNTING)

Shane? Mara!

Somebody's sleeping.

(GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS)

(GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS)

Oh.

Hold it. Oh, my God.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MARA: Oh, my shoulder!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Baby, you okay? (SCREAMING)

Are you okay? Are you? It's okay.

Aah!

Sorry. Come here, baby. Come here.

(MARA YELLS)

Just hang on. (GROANING)

Okay. Come here.

Stand up. Stand up.

(GASPING)

(CRYING)

SHANE: Give me the money. Give me the money!

(MARA SCREAMING)

Shane, let's get out of here!

(CRYING)

BIDDLE: Ran into a guy I hadn't seen in ages. Started drinkin'.

What was his name?

Trap. After the bar shut down

we came back here to keep the party going.

We were here about an hour.

This girl comes in and starts firing.

Is this Trap?

Yeah, that's the asshole. Dude's a cop?

CLAUDETTE: You see what he was driving?

BIDDLE: Red T‐Bird.

Come here. MARA: Ow! Aah!

Right, stop moving. If you broke your collarbone

it could splinter off and pierce your heart.

Aah. Okay? Lean back.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

I didn't mean to shoot her.

I thought you were in trouble, baby.

It's okay. It's okay.

(SOBBING) No, it's not.

I killed her.

If you hadn't come in when you did,

they would've killed me.

Let me see... Oh, God!

Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

Even... There's nothing I can do, baby.

Even if we went to the doctor

all they would do is put it in a sling

and try to keep you from moving it.

Get me something for the pain.

Yeah, the baby.

We don't know what pills could do to her.

Please help me.

I'll just take a little bit. Okay.

I promise.

Um... Ah.

(MARA SOBS)

(MUTTERING)

Daddy, could you play with me?

MARA: What happened to you?

Come on, buddy.

They made me do some coke mixed with speed.

It was some real strong shit.

I know, buddy. MARA: Jesus, Shane.

It's okay. I'm okay now. I'm gonna go get us some, uh...

(SOBBING)

Some medicine and some food.

And I will be right back, okay?

Aah! It's okay.

What's going on?

Sounds like a homicide took place late last night.

Suspects are a Caucasian couple, mid‐30s.

Pregnant woman was the shooter.

Oh, Christ.

House is owned by the brother of one of Shane's old vice collars.

Guy's been put up three times on illegal gambling beefs.

Shane probably thought he could take money off him.

Whatever the plan was, it went sideways.

Witness says that Mara left the scene injured.

They're coming off the rails.

Yeah, and putting you and me on them.

We got to get ICE to start cutting us deals now.

Nah, they won't do it.

Not without a big juicy takedown apple

ready to be plucked off the cartel tree.

When's the soonest we can get Beltran to make his move?

He doesn't plan on importing his drugs for another three days.

Shane's not gonna keep it together that long.

Not after this.

Or if we can get Beltran to move his drugs tomorrow,

then we can guarantee ICE a cartel bust

in the next 24 hours.

Put enough pressure on them to draft

our immunity deals by tonight.

How do we get Beltran to move up his timetable?

Shipment's gotta be moved up.

I don't need you to tell me how to move my product.

Some of the gangs got mouthy about a shipment coming in.

Cops have picked up on the chatter.

My captain got a memo this morning.

"Be on the lookout for a big drug score in three days."

Thought you had the blacks under control.

I'm controlling the damage, and I'm saving your ass.

And I've brought you a solution.

There's a presidential motorcade comin' into town tomorrow,

and that's gonna tie up every cop in the city.

President lands at LAX at 5 p. m.

All extra eyes and hands will be stationed west of the 405.

VIC: All that heat and manpower

focused on moving him safely through the Westside,

you'll move your weight through the Eastside,

unnoticed, untouched.

Tomorrow, two days ahead of the police intel.

(BELTRAN CHUCKLES)

I presume that the shipment's coming in from Mexico,

so you better get it on the road.

It's already in Los Angeles.

Even better. Where?

Sitting in a port container.

But my customs rubber stamper

isn't scheduled to work for two days.

Work schedules can change.

What if we could guarantee that the guy

scheduled to work tomorrow was gonna call in sick?

Could you get your guy there

to stamp the drugs, help us make our window tomorrow?

I'll call him right now. VIC: Great.

We'll meet back here at midnight,

go over the specifics,

how to run distribution to the gangs.

I gotta warn you, things have changed a little bit around here

the last couple of days.

Sounds like for the better.

Hey, Dutch. We gotta talk.

Did you say hi to Danny? Hey.

I need you for a sec.

I'd better tell Claudette I'm back.

Okay.

Look, I know it's been rough waters between us lately

but I need a favor.

The department is threatening to countersue,

claiming fraud. Now it's become a witch‐hunt.

I need you to throw me a lifeline or these guys are gonna push me under.

"Detective Steve Billings suffers from severe headaches

"nausea, loss of short‐term memory

"and general impairment of his exemplary job skills

"after suffering from a major head trauma while on the job.

"I have personally witnessed the steady deterioration

"of this impressive officer's..."

What is this?

It's just a statement I need you to sign.

I can't sign this.

Look, I lose this job, I'm just an unemployed guy

with some empty vending machines.

Maybe that's what you want.

When does it end with you, Steve?

If you're not gonna do it for me, do it for my kids.

You heard about Vic and Shane?

Yeah, Dutch told me.

Glad I can be back to help out.

Glad to have you.

Danny looks great, don't you think?

Getting away from this place does wonders for a person.

Uh, I need something.

I've tried to work it out with Steve. You've seen that.

But it's time for a change.

Something happen? It's not working.

We're not, uh, meshing.

Well, you're not paid to mesh. Try to work it out.

All right, never mind. Forget I said anything.

Dutch, if there's a real problem, you should tell me.

As a friend? Sure.

Steve's ex and daughter came in,

told him they had a sex offender who moved in on their block.

We drove over, checked the guy out. He was clean.

Reported every time he relocated.

Steve ducks out for a few hours.

Next thing I know, the guy's getting hauled away

by North Hollywood Division

because they found child pornography in his bedroom.

You're saying he planted it?

Not him. Somebody from North Hollywood Division may have.

I wish you hadn't told me that.

I can't prove anything. It's just a hunch.

You participated in framing a suspect

and engaged in a cover‐up.

No.

But you just told me someone is sitting in a County jail

for something he didn't do.

It's bad enough Vendrell and Mackey running around,

do I have to worry about you now too?

I didn't do anything.

And I was talking to you as a friend.

I am a friend.

But I also heard this as a captain,

which now forces me to do something.

Wait. I did not come in here to burn cops.

You let me try and fix this first?

Get this taken care of before I have to.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello? Rita? Hello?

New girlfriend?

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Uh, Lloyd's mom.

Uh, the boy who shot the kid in the home invasion.

Three calls from her today, three hang‐ups.

Send some unis over there, make sure everything's okay?

Of course. Thanks.

Hey, Steve, you got a second?

Call you back.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What's up? You need to call your friends over in North Hollywood,

get 'em to release Heap. Why would I do that?

'Cause if you don't, Claudette's gonna move on you guys.

How did this get on her radar? I told her.

Jesus Christ. It came up in conversation.

She shared my opinion. Oh, so she acted like a cop,

not a friend or partner? That sounds familiar.

We need to fix this or Claudette will. I don't want that guy

living on my kid's street. I don't care where he lives.

Just get him released from County and the charges dropped.

You wanna go over to NoHo and accuse 'em, you be my guest.

Heap's innocent. Served his time.

He's been clean since.

Is he really worth burning cops' reputations over?

I'm not unreasonable.

You need something. I need something.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Rita?

Uh, yeah, no, I'm sorry. I thought...

Yeah, I can come right over.

I'll be there in a few minutes. Okay.

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA)

Hey. What's up?

Are you gonna arrest Vic?

We're doing everything we can to stay on top of him.

Well, are you gonna arrest him?

Not yet. Look, Vic is smart.

He's been careful not to expose himself.

That's why he sent Ronnie the last time.

Vic had a legitimate excuse for not showing up with the money.

Doesn't do us any good until we have something solid.

How long are we talking here? I mean, hours, weeks, months?

Corrine, I know this is hard,

but we're just gonna have to wait it out.

I risked myself and my family to help you.

If you wait too long to arrest him,

he's gonna figure out what I'm doing to him. What then?

We're not gonna let that happen.

If we thought for a second Vic had a clue...

What if you figure this out too late?

No, no, no. You need to end this.

You need to end this now.

Shit. What did Mara say?

She said she and Shane are coming for the money.

VIC: When? Tonight.

She said that, um, I should bring

the money with a car and clean plates,

and that it should have a car seat for Jackson in it.

She didn't sound like herself, Vic.

I mean, she sounded crazy.

How am I supposed to get a car?

I'll take care of that. Where do they wanna meet you?

Uh, they don't wanna meet.

She said she wants me to bring the car

to the 10 overpass at Alvarado, 7 p. m.

Mara said to put the money in the trunk,

and the keys in the tailpipe.

Vic, I... I don't wanna go there.

Uh, Mara really sounded crazy on the phone.

Don't worry, you won't have to go at all. I'll handle everything.

After I get the car, I'll meet with you to pick up the cash.

We'll meet at 4:00 at St. Anthony's playground.

Then I'll take everything to the Alvarado overpass alone.

Corrine, don't worry.

I won't let anything happen to you.

(HANGS UP)

I'll go to the drop.

You focus on finding that port guy we gotta jam up.

As desperate as Shane is, this could be a setup. I'll come with you, cover your back.

Shane is broke, with an injured, pregnant wife

who killed her last shot at getting out of this.

He wants to get gone, trust me.

At least let me tail you.

Maybe I can take a shot.

Forget about getting Shane.

We're betting everything on ICE from here on out.

Something spooked Beltran.

He's bringing in the drugs early.

How early? Tomorrow.

Me and Ronnie are meetin' him at midnight to go over the details.

How much weight are we talking about?

Enough so he bought his own warehouse to store all the shit.

Gimme a time and address, I'll bring the cavalry.

Ah, first, we should talk about

wrapping up me and Ronnie's deals.

I'll push on my talks with D. C.

Well you'd better hurry, because we're gonna need these deals in writing

before we meet with Beltran tonight.

Just submitting that request could take weeks in itself.

You weren't worried about bureaucratic bullshit

when you needed me to get next to Pezuela.

I came through for you every step of the way.

All I'm asking is that Ronnie and I get the protection we need

before we put our asses on the shooting range.

Vic, you've got my word, I will try.

I will try... Not good enough.

You will tell Washington that we need a guarantee of jobs,

salaries and full immunity.

Immunity for what, exactly?

(VIC SCOFFS)

Look, when I was a cop,

me and my team, we had to cut some corners to get the job done.

Our methods gave me a reputation.

Also got me on my old captain's shit list.

Same reputation you used

to pull in Pezuela and get close to Beltran now.

Putting the cuffs on him will go a long way to winning friends in here

and getting Wyms off your back.

A bust this big?

it can make people forget who did what to who.

Meanwhile, she's still gunning for me.

I need a guarantee. Now.

You are asking for the impossible.

Then you can kiss Beltran and his international drug pipeline goodbye.

I'm walking away knowing I did right by you.

Something you need to understand...

The federal government is very patient.

And if we don't get Beltran tomorrow,

we'll get him next month.

(DOOR OPENS)

ICE just boned me, and you're next on the chopping block.

What are you talking about?

Beltran's drug shipment arrives tomorrow.

I briefed Olivia, told her it had moved up, that I had everything in place.

Instead of landing me that spot on the roster,

she brushed me off with nothing but an IOU.

Welcome to federal‐government hell.

Don't get too comfortable. I'm only the first cut.

We agreed to look out for each other's endgame.

It's not my fault yours played out first.

You're not hearing me.

By working on her timeline,

Olivia's hanging us both out to dry.

Or did you already sign that paperwork

that you were waiting for, clearing you

of this Pezuela‐Beltran mess before the city primary?

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, well, it's too late now,

because I'm pulling out of this ICE takedown.

Wait a minute, if you terminate your relationship with Beltran,

those drugs are gonna hit the streets.

Not my job anymore, as you keep pointing out to me.

I'm only here to warn you because we had an arrangement.

Vic, if you walk away from this, you will only burn yourself.

Maybe, but if Beltran ever does go down,

ICE is only gonna look after themselves.

Not me, not my family,

certainly not you and yours.

Better hunker down.

Soon, you and I are gonna be looking for a new line of work.

What you lookin' for, white boy?

SHANE: Depends on what you got.

I got it all. I'm like Walmart.

SHANE: Yeah? You got anything for pain?

Like, uh, Oxy or Seconal?

I got shit put your ass in a coma and a smile on your face.

(GRUNTS)

Don't move. I'll blow your goddamn brains out.

Hey, don't play games. I mean it.

Everything you got. Empty your pockets right now, you piece of shit.

People are right. Walmart does have the best prices in town.

We need to talk about Beltran.

David, I've run out of ways to convince you

of the importance of your role in this investigation.

You mean takedown. 'Cause from what I hear, this could all be over tonight.

The decisions made by this office are not mine alone, councilman.

You're just a mouthpiece for a whole army of suits.

Y'all got your police training from the halls of Quantico.

But I got mine on the street.

And then couldn't wait to put your suit on fast enough.

You know, in a sting operation,

you listen to the man on the inside.

Vic's the only lifeline you got to what's really going on. If you choose

to ignore him now, your little cartel problem's only gonna get worse later on.

I appreciate the advice. Vic's out now.

We are still going to stop the cartel,

with or without Vic.

I'll just have to read about it in the papers,

because if Vic's out, so am I.

I'm gonna handle this on the city level,

where I have more control.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Yeah? OLIVIA: We want you to come in.

Chaffee sold Washington on your package.

Job, immunity.

Are you there?

Yeah. Yeah. I'm here.

Your Beltran meet's still set for midnight?

He's just waiting on my word.

Then get down here. (SIGHS)

Federal paperwork tends to be heavy on the fine print.

Yeah, okay.

RONNIE: Good news. I got an address on our port worker in San Pedro.

His name's Nunez. I can head over there right now.

Olivia called. She came through, man.

Our immunity papers are just sittin' there waitin' to be signed.

Feds are gonna pull us out of this quicksand.

Gonna pay us for our troubles.

We can still take care of that Shane thing right now.

No, once we sign that immunity deal,

it won't matter what Shane does. Ever.

I really appreciate this.

You're gonna get your money's worth, I guarantee it.

What is he doing here?

You said our deal was ready.

OLIVIA: I said we had your deal ready.

Singular.

Vic, um, job offer, your immunity is taken care of.

But I couldn't get them to sign off on Ronnie this fast. I'm sorry.

VIC: There's no sorry here. The deal is for me and my guy.

It's just you, for now.

(VIC SCOFFS)

Tell me how I get this fixed.

Not gonna happen.

Your deal's on the table. That's all we can offer today.

We can discuss Detective Gardocki at a later date

after Beltran's arrested and we have the drug shipment.

This is bullshit.

Washington wasn't comfortable extending a deal beyond Vic this quickly.

We'd floated his job earlier to them. They don't know you.

You've only just become a player in this investigation.

Nothing I've done for you people

could've been possible without Ronnie.

Ronnie shows us some good faith

on this Beltran takedown tomorrow,

he'll be signing the same deal in a week's time.

Vic, sign it.

And let's grab these drugs before they get in circulation.

I'm not signing shit. This was never about just me.

It was about me and Ronnie, both of us.

You are making a mistake.

You're the one makin' a mistake.

I'm not handin' you half a win,

so I don't want half a deal.

When you can offer the same thing at the same time to Ronnie,

then you call me. If that's before midnight tonight, great.

If not, I know how patient you feds like to be.

VIC: Never trust a blonde.

Vic, I appreciate...

Don't, man. There wasn't any other choice.

(SIGHS)

What do we do now?

I gotta get that car to Corrine.

And you gotta get to Nunez in San Pedro.

Make sure he calls in sick tomorrow.

This ain't over yet.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I told you to stay away from us. Is Lloyd home?

You know, it's been hard enough for me trying to help him

get over your accusations without having to see your face.

I'm sorry things happened the way they did.

I was worried about you.

Don't you dare pretend even for a second

that you gave a damn about me.

This is all about your obsession with my son.

You're scared, aren't you?

Had to be to call that many times. Is he inside?

I didn't call you. You did.

Uh...

(PHONE BEEPS)

Six times.

I want you to leave my property.

You knock on my door again, I'm lodging a complaint.

Julien.

JULIEN: Red Thunderbird.

Excuse me, those, uh... those egg sandwiches,

are they up yet? It'll be another minute.

Right. Okay.

California 2‐Frank‐Adam‐Nancy‐321.

License number's registered to a Larry Kristiansen

but it belongs on a 2005 gold Acura.

I'll check these stores. You go around back.

(RADIO CHIRPS)

Be advised, subject possibly traveling with a minor.

Please proceed with caution.

(GASPS) Give me the gun.

Hey, hey, hey. Shut up. Don't make a sound.

Tina, where's Julien? Hey, hey, hey, stop it. Okay?

I don't wanna shoot you, but I will.

I will shoot you.

Okay?

Where's Julien?

Where is he?

He's inside, looking through all the stores.

What do they know? How much time do I have?

Three minutes till backup.

And I called in your stolen license plate.

Look, they know what Mara did.

That she shot that woman. And that woman's dead, Shane.

None of this is Mara's fault.

I believe that. I do.

Just give me the gun and come in with me now.

We can have a car pick up Mara and your son,

and they can be safe.

Please, Shane, stop this. Hey, hey.

My wife is not going to jail. (SOBS)

I've always liked you, Shane, but a innocent woman is dead.

And this has gone way too far. You don't want this.

I'm afraid something that bad will happen to you or,

even worse, to Mara. Think about your son.

So please, just come in with me now.

No, it's too late.

No, it's...

You know what? It's too late.

Where the hell is Vic?

He's late, but he'll be here.

Oh, shit.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Vic, where are you?

VIC: The cops are there, Corrine. They're watching you.

The cops are watching me?

How do you know? Where are you?

How did he know? CORRINE: I was careful. I was sure nobody followed me.

Did you hear anything strange on the phone call with Mara?

You think that, uh, they have a wiretap on my phone?

Did you talk to anybody else about this?

No. No, I wouldn't do that. I‐I know better.

We don't have Vic on tape. We got nothing.

CORRINE: Vic. Vic, what do I do now?

Get up and walk away.

Move in and arrest Corrine. Move in. Now, now. Move in.

Shit!

Am I in some sort of trouble?

I mean, what's gonna happen to me?

How do I explain all this money?

Leave it. Leave the bag there and walk away.

Go to your car as fast as you can and go home.

CORRINE: The cops are here. They're coming after me. What do I do? Jesus Christ.

DANNI: Corrine Mackey, you're under arrest.

Vic? Vic? Hello? Hello? (HANGS UP)

Okay, we gotta go through the motions. Vic may be watching.

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(MARA SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES) (MARA MOANS)

Hey.

I'm sorry I took so long. How is it?

Mm, it's awful.

Uh, I‐I couldn't get us anything to eat

because the, uh, the cops, they spotted me.

Holy shit.

Yeah. I had to ditch the car.

You okay?

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

You just, uh...

I want you to take these.

What are they? They're Seconals.

And they will help with the pain.

Mmm! Okay?

(GROANS)

What else did you get?

Um, just some street shit, you know?

Some meth and weed, a little blow,

but I had to do most of it.

Shane.

The stuff that they made me do last night, I was cratering,

and I need to stay focused

so that I can get us out of this.

You can't help us if you're high, baby.

It was just enough to even me out. Okay? I promise.

Any movement on Ronnie's deal?

Not in the timetable you're looking for.

I want my deal, but I need a favor.

It's not for Ronnie.

It's for my ex‐wife.

I got her into some trouble.

She was trying to protect me today.

And she did something that might be construed as aiding and abetting.

"Might be construed"? She's a good woman.

She raises our three kids. Two of them are autistic.

I can't let anything happen to her.

(SIGHS) You give me that deal in time to make the meeting,

and you give her a pass on this one aiding and abetting,

and I'll give you Beltran and the whole goddamn cartel.

Black board of directors on top of it.

I can't do anything for Ronnie yet.

Ronnie can wait until next week.

After the bust.

Your favorite child rapist is a free man.

Hope your morals stay intact when some middle‐school girl's asshole gets stretched out.

"Detective Steve Billings may have sustained

"a head injury possibly leading

"to the lack of judgment and general irritability"?

What's this bullshit?

My statement, as accurate as I felt comfortable with.

Oh, thanks for dressing it up. You're a real stand‐up guy, you know that?

Danni. DANNI: Yeah?

My kids are at the sitter's. They need to be picked up soon.

Do you need me to call somebody for you?

There's nobody to call.

My sitter, she's a student, and I can't leave them there too late.

Okay. Uh, I get off in a few minutes.

I guess I could bring them to my house

and keep them there until you get out.

That's really nice of you.

Sure. I'm happy to help.

Hey.

How ya doin'?

How much longer do I have to stay in here for?

Vic thinks you were arrested.

If he hears anything, asks around, it's gotta seem legit.

Look, as bad as Vic can be, he's not gonna let you rot away in here.

CLAUDETTE: Dutch.

(OUT OF BREATH) We've got a location on Vic.

Any questions?

I need to make sure you understand each section that you're signing.

Section A is your employment agreement.

It's a three‐year contract with the agency that begins as soon as you sign.

Your compensation is $62,000 a year.

You're enrolled in our medical program,

life‐insurance plan, retirement,

even our family‐friendly support services.

Section B is your immunity agreement.

It states that, in exchange for your continued and complete assistance

with the Beltran investigation, and your services for three years,

you will be granted full immunity for any and all

truthful statements you make tonight.

Anything you fail to disclose, or if your statements are false,

or if you ever fail to provide your agreed‐upon services,

the entire deal will be voided.

What about Corrine on the aiding and abetting?

Her immunity's covered in Section C.

Your statement will be recorded.

We've got a few hours if you're gonna meet Beltran by midnight but, uh...

let's try to get through this quickly.

Is there anything you wanna say before I turn on the recorder?

State your full name.

Victor Samuel Mackey.

Also present is Olivia Murray

with Immigration and Customs Enforcement.

The date is...

OLIVIA (OVER SPEAKER): ...ing these declarations of his own free will.

If you agree with this statement, please say yes.

Yes.

Any time you're ready.

(SIGHS)

During a raid on a drug dealer named Two‐Time,

I...

...shot and killed Detective Terry Crowley.

Y‐you killed a police officer?

I planned it. I carried it out.

I shot him once, just below the eye.

VIC (OVER SPEAKER): My Strike Team was committing criminal acts on a regular basis.

At first, it was just, uh, taking drugs from busts,

turning it around and selling it for profit.

We were able to do this by making partnerships with...

local drug dealers and gangs, you know,

that we knew we could leverage.

You son of a bitch.

I killed Crowley to protect me and my guys.

I shot him with Two‐Time's gun

to divert suspicion, but Aceveda knew.

So did Kavanaugh,

the IAD investigator who was after us.

They just couldn't prove it.

I was too good.

Is that it?

How much memory does that thing got?

My team and I left some marked money for a guy named O'Brien.

The money had been stolen from the Armenian mob.

Two million dollars.

(LAUGHS)

We found out later it was, uh...

The cash was part of an investigation into the local Armenian money laundering.

It was only a matter of time

before they connected O'Brien to the cash

and they killed him.

Why did you plant the money on him?

Couldn't let the Armenians know that we'd stolen it.

(DOOR OPENS)

VIC (ON SPEAKER): Could I?

I'm Captain Claudette Wyms. I'm looking for a Vic Mackey.

You found the bastard.

But I guess now he's our bastard.

VIC: The Armenians didn't like getting' ripped off

so they sent an old‐school goon to find it. Margos.

He hacked off half the feet in Farmington looking for it.

Eventually, things started pointing at us.

It was the beginning of the end for my team.

Shane Vendrell's wife, Mara, took some of the marked money.

She gave it away. (SIGHS)

Lem's conscience started getting to him.

It turned us against each other.

What happened to Margos?

I killed him.

I got the drop on him.

I shot him when he dropped his gun.

Massaged the crime scene to make it look righteous.

What kind of detective did you raise over there, captain?

What kind of deal did you give him?

CHAFFEE: Full immunity.

On what?

On everything he confesses to.

Shane killed Lem with a grenade.

I didn't find out about that

until after I'd already tortured and killed

our lead suspect, Guardo Lima.

I eventually got Emolia to recant her story,

but it didn't matter.

Lem was still gone,

and our Armenian problem was just beginning.

The meeting with Beltran is in an hour. I think we should...

Well, we better hurry, because I got a lot more.

And I'm not lettin' you wiggle out of this on a technicality.

So you sit there and let me finish what I've gotta say.

Now, after I'd found out what Shane had done,

I bellied up to...

Claudette? After all they did.

I‐I know.

And they just walk away with it!

Look, he gave up Ronnie, and we're gonna catch Shane.

Yeah, but Vic... Uh...you did the best you could.

Yeah, which is more than I can say for you.

You put careers in jeopardy today with that stunt you and Billings pulled.

What? Oh, don't. Don't act innocent!

You...broke the rules, and it's gonna blow up in my face.

I know you're upset about Vic...

Don't tell me how I feel.

Take some responsibility for once.

If this is about Billings, I'll pull back my statement.

Oh, you think by doing just one little thing

it's gonna make up for all your past indiscretions?

(MOUTHING) We need to get you home.

Oh, get your goddamn hands off me!

You're fired, you sanctimonious son of a bitch!

Fired? You heard.

Go on back to the Barn,

pick up your shit and get the hell out.

Claudette. Claudette.

This isn't you.

(MOANING)

The pills aren't working?

No.

It's like a knife in my chest.

Maybe you should take a few more.

I don't want to.

The baby.

How'd this all happen?

(SNIFFLING)

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm so sorry.

I killed that woman.

I killed her, Shane.

I can't do this anymore.

Hey, don't.

No, don't. Don't give up.

You can't.

I'm a murderer.

Don't say that.

Don't say that, you hear me? That's not who you are.

I never thought I could kill someone.

Baby, I'll do anything for you.

Anything. You just tell me.

Just take me home.

Please take me home.

Shane's still a fugitive.

I was bringing a car and the money I ripped off from Beltran's drug dealer

when I saw them arresting Corrine.

And I think that's the end.

(SIGHS)

You've implicated Gardocki in enough shit

to put him away for the rest of his life.

I know.

But at least Corrine's free of all this.

Anything less than the biggest drug bust this agency's ever seen

will not be considered complete assistance on your part

and that will violate your deal.

Don't worry, I'll give you Beltran

and his entire organization.

You are our employee now.

You do anything to warn Ronnie,

you tell him to run, that will violate your deal.

You'll be prosecuted for everything you've told me.

I need him to take down Beltran.

I'll string him along until we're done.

You are a sick,

twisted man.

Anything else?

I got a meeting.

(RECORDER BEEPS)

Do you have any idea what you've done to me?

(SIGHS)

I've done worse.