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NARRATOR: Previously on The Shield…

We can order some Chinese food.

I got a bottle of wine I want to open.

Is this a date?

Do you want it to be?

Looks like Moses finally made it to the land

of milk and underaged honey.

[GRUNTING]

Lem, I'm sorry. But I had to, right?

We're gonna find out who did this.

And we're gonna kill him.

You know what, maybe he didn't do it, man.

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

Look at him, man. If he had a name,

don't you think he would have told us by now?

Just means he was acting alone.

[GUNSHOT]

[EXHALES]

-Whose jacket? -Kevin Hiatt.

Used to be a rising star at INS.

He's ours starting next week.

You won't add anyone to my team I don't have approval of.

He's not your addition, he's your replacement.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

-[GUNSHOTS] -OFFICER: Gunfire!

[CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

[CAR DOORS OPENING, CLOSING]

VIC: Come on boys, let's go.

-Don't shoot! -OFFICER: Hold your fire!

SANTONINO: It wasn't me! They got guns in there!

[SIREN WAILING]

OFFICER: Stand back.

Please, stand back, everybody.

Give me the CliffsNotes.

No read on how many inside.

Can't get a visual. No one's talking.

Any shots fired since you got here?

A couple. Sounded semiautomatic.

OFFICER 1: He's coming in, hold positions.

OFFICER 2: We got him covered.

CLAUDETTE: Vic. Kevin Hiatt, your replacement.

Hey. Looks like I found the fun.

Gang shootout. Multiple shots fired, called 10 minutes ago.

[GUNSHOT]

Stay down. Both of you.

Go, go, go.

Uh, did he just give me a time-out?

[GUN COCKS]

MAN [ON RADIO]: …Sunday's predawn attack…

Curious crowd through the streets of Cairo,

Beirut and Gaza City, and prompting Arab leaders

who have been the strongest advocates of peace

to issue statements…

In Egypt, which has a peace treaty with Israel,

dozens of opposition lawmakers

joined hundreds of protesters in the streets of Cairo…

Hey! Let me see your hands!

RONNIE: Now or never, asshole!

-Shit. -RONNIE: Jesus Christ.

CHELLIE: One of them Niners shot us up and then took off.

[CHELLIE MOANS]

Put some pressure on that, sweetheart, okay?

[METAL BANGING]

Hey! Get your hands on your head!

Now! Get your hands on your head!

I can't, man. I can't move.

Hey.

I was getting splinters in my ass sitting on the bench.

Figured I'd chip in.

Asher. This one's not colored up.

Keep him away from the One-Niners.

You got it.

He had Lem's gun, man.

It was in my trunk. He probably just pulled it out.

Tossing you out is bullshit.

Doing it for some cop in diapers?

How do we squash this?

How about some official introductions,

since we all have our hands free now?

Shane Vendrell, Ronnie Gardocki, this is Kevin Hiatt.

How's it going?

I'll take that.

Listen, I, uh… I heard about your boy. Lemansky.

Um, I lost a partner on the border three years ago.

It's a bitch of a thing and, uh, I'm sorry.

Lem was more than a partner.

Well, of course he was.

Listen, uh, ride with me. Yeah.

I can give you the rundown on the One-Niners

on the way to the Barn.

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

I've reassigned units to enforce the One-Niner injunction.

VIC: Well, that should keep things to a low boil

until we know what we're dealing with.

Having Hiatt around here might be a good thing for you.

Give you a chance to show you can play well with others.

Ah, it's a little late for me to win Miss Congeniality.

What do you think: Spookstreet or the Byz Lats

heard that the One-Niners were having a square dance,

decided to crash?

Hotshot here learns three gang names

on his ride in, has to show off.

I was about to tell Vic that you're gonna bring in

your own guys, eventually expanding the team.

What about Shane and Ronnie? Plan is to keep them on.

I'd like two teams here under Hiatt's supervision.

There's not a lot of people who can do this job.

I know. That's why I set up an appeals panel

to review your retirement.

We meet in two weeks.

If the panel's convinced that we need you…

Heh. Aceveda will never support that.

He's got a lot riding on the Barn.

And if you're not in charge, he'll feel more comfortable.

But if you want me to make that case,

show me you can make it work.

[PRISONERS YELLING]

VIC: Listen, I gotta deal with this.

I'll make it work.

[SHOUTING]

Well, I gotta say I'm a little confused.

I lied to Mackey. In three weeks he's gone. Period.

But if he knows that, he'll start working some angle,

looking for loopholes. I'm trying to keep him

on his best behavior.

Especially for your sake.

Well, that's kind of cold.

What do you know about Vic?

Rumors, mostly.

I know he's made an ass-load of arrests.

And I know that two guys on his team

got dead in the last three years.

Another went head first through a windshield.

[SCOFFS]

So if we're banging down doors

I better make sure Mackey's where I can see him.

You'll be fine as long as he doesn't have a problem with you.

Now I've taken care of that. Have a seat.

How about I start putting my own team together now?

Swing the numbers my way a little.

We do have good cops around here.

I'll think on it.

-Everything okay? -I'm fine.

No, no, no, stay. Um, maybe you should all hear this.

I feel really stupid for saying this out loud

and normally I don't even believe in this stuff.

But I woke up this morning

and I felt like was given a message.

VIC: What are you talking about?

I had this dream last night and we were all there,

in our old backyard, having a barbecue.

Only… Only it wasn't our old yard, you know?

It was… It was this beautiful place by this precipice.

And Lem was there.

And, uh, he was wearing his usual jeans,

but he had on this pinstriped shirt.

And… And his hair was shorter.

And he was younger, like when I first met him.

He was wrestling with one of you guys.

I don't remember which.

But then he wanted burgers for you guys.

Uh, really well-done. No pink.

The thing is, when I turned to give him the burgers,

he got really mad, and he said I made them all wrong.

I'd never seen him like that. He was shouting.

And then… And then you came over to him

and you said, it's all right

you'd learn to eat your burgers like that.

Then he got really calm and he said,

"Okay. It's all gonna be okay."

And then he stepped off the cliff

and he didn't go up or down.

He just disappeared into this, like, haze.

I know this sounds crazy, but I think it was Lem.

I think he wanted me to tell you this story.

Maybe it means that everything's gonna be okay.

Right?

[♪♪♪]

Let it go, man. It's just a dream.

Corrine knows we've all been hurting lately,

thought it would give us some comfort. Just go with it.

He didn't disappear up in the sky.

He disappeared sideways. How is that comforting?

He lost friends today.

We lead with that.

Don't show sympathy.

Gangbangers see weakness, they tighten up.

I've done gang work before. Well, this isn't the Valley

or the Rio Grande. This is the majors.

[SCOFFS]

Listen, you're not ready for this.

I know immigration isn't a cakewalk…

I saw shit on that border even you can't imagine,

four years' worth.

I understand. But all those Mexis

too smart to get picked up? We got them.

Plus black gangs, Russian mob, Salvadorans, Asians,

Armenians and more, all in the same square mile.

What do you want me to say?

You're right.

So you know, get me ready.

VIC: All your dead buddies were wearing

the same One-Niner ink as you.

Altered, just like yours. You starting up a new faction?

Either you're founding a new set or you're trying to jump out.

Both are punishable by death.

My guess is you wanted to get out.

In which case, you're not a bad guy.

But I'm looking at you now, man, with your…

Your locked jaw, your pissed off stare.

Man, I'm a black man, and you a cop.

So picture me with a puppy.

Give you that warm, fuzzy feeling.

Look, man, banging ain't my life no more.

I been straight for four months.

Well, explain the .22 you were carrying when we popped you.

MAN: It's a thing we call self-defense, man.

If you're so squeaky, why are you and your boys

meeting up with the One-Niners?

I need to know about Vantes, man.

If he got out.

All the other dead were wearing One-Niner colors.

Now, start talking.

Cervantes is the leader of the revolution.

And Vantes say, "Oppressors are oppressors.

It don't matter if you black or you white."

You already know how much One-Niner soldiers make

hustling all day, all night.

They all might as well be just flipping burgers.

That's oppression.

Breaking ties with the One-Niners

over drug money ain't exactly noble.

We quit selling. That's why we quit paying.

Banging doesn't come with an out clause.

So, what was your escape plan for getting out alive?

Just a bunch of boys from the block,

we all jumped out together.

HIATT: Safety in numbers.

How many?

There's about seven.

I mean, the meeting was supposed to be

us settling up with the Niners.

Making sure everything was solid.

Why the guns?

We ain't stupid, man.

Anyway,

the Niners, they shot first.

[VIC SIGHS]

And the revolution begins.

WOMAN: Come on! Stop that!

JULIEN: You with me? Yeah.

JULIEN: One-Baker-23, we're code six to the alley rear.

MAN: I almost finish up!

JULIEN: Hands up!

Get your hands up!

No.

DANNY: Get back!

What do you want? What do you want?

I do nothing. I do nothing.

You all right? Hey?

[MOANS]

One-Baker-23. I need a paramedic

for an assault victim. Hey, I was watching that.

Hey, get a life, asshole.

YOUNG MAN: Got one, Officer.

Vantes Carter. He's a low-level One-Niner.

I sent him to Corcoran about a year ago

for dealing, possession, but this kid,

he's more of a thinker than a slanger.

He spent his eight months reading Malcolm X, Huey Newton.

As soon as he was released, he started pulling his buddies out.

They stayed under the radar until they stopped paying taxes.

HIATT: That meet this morning was a setup.

Get the rebels in one place, take them all out at once.

Look, these kids are trying to get their lives straight.

Make up for their mistakes.

How many of these revolutionaries are there?

Minus the two that are dead,

and the one in interrogation, four. All in the wind.

With a hundred or so One-Niners after their heads.

Got a plan? Find Vantes and his boys.

Get them off the streets, for starters.

Yeah? Thanks for weighing in.

First thing we gotta do is have a sit-down with Moses.

He's the head of the One-Niners.

See if we can't convince him to back off.

We can introduce him to the new guy, while we're at it.

Meantime, let's get the ball rolling, find these kids.

Keep me informed.

Shane's still real raw about Lem.

It's nothing personal.

Ah, it hits everybody different.

Yeah.

How are you doing?

I been better lately.

Fifty bucks says Mackey and the new guy

get into it by the end of the day.

Heh. No, thanks.

Lowe and Sofer interrupted a rape in progress.

The victim's Graciela Sanchez. She's in the system.

She ran away from her fourth foster home

two months ago. She's at Mission Cross.

I love the smell of underage sexual assault in the morning.

I didn't mean that the way it came out.

Julien and Danny are, uh, riding together?

Uh, for the moment. Suspect's been apprehended at the scene.

Uh, what about Tina? She out sick?

No, she transferred out.

Finally make your move?

Scare Hanlon and her bikini briefs out the door?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

GIRL: He said cops would be coming.

Come on.

We're all out back.

SHANE: Hey, after all that shit we've cleaned up for Moses.

We shouldn't be talking to this asshole in front of Hiatt.

What? Do you think he's gonna admit to killing Kern?

For Christ's sakes, Hold it together. Yeah, good.

'Cause I've got a shot at keeping my job.

There's an appeals hearing for me. I'll fill you in later.

But for now, help me be helpful.

Mackey's lackeys.

Rib eye's almost done, but I got a minute.

Who's this?

Detective Hiatt. But you can call me Detective Hiatt.

You're gonna be seeing a lot of him.

Let me save you time asking. I gots nothing for you.

Low-level shit ain't my concern.

Your boys set up a shooting gallery at a chicken shack.

If one of my lieutenants is having problems in his quadrant,

he solves it.

I got zero knowledge.

VIC: Might be good for you

to let Vantes and his boys go their own way.

I mean, what's seven soldiers in an army full of assholes?

You fall for that "Vantes the Revolutionary" shit?

Just a scam to take more cut for himself.

You got an eye cramp?

Thought we told you to stay away from the tweener pussy.

You be having a good day, now.

Graciela's tox report came back

with extremely high levels of GHB.

She was practically in a coma when we got her.

Date-rape drugs.

21st century chivalry in action.

Yeah, we've gotten lazy as a society.

Why write a sonnet when you can slip a girl a Mickey?

Yeah, anyway, her rape kit reads from A to Z.

In addition to fresh vaginal tearing,

she showed signs of significant anal trauma.

There's something else.

BILLINGS: Jesus.

Before he raped her?

Appears to be one or two days old.

What do you think it means?

DUTCH: There's no point in lying, Mahud.

Two police officers caught you raping her.

I screw her, but I no rape her.

What does "Go Home" mean?

So, what happened? Uh, you… you get a hard-on,

you slipped her a roofie at some club? Huh?

You give drugs? She go sleep?

I find her, she look like hooker. I say:

"Give 20 bucks for quick bang?" She nodded okay.

Either way, at some point she became unconscious.

What? I'm supposed to stop?

DUTCH: Yeah!

Why do you want her to go home?

I give her 20 bucks, in her pocket. Look and see.

[SHOUTING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Come here.

BILLINGS: What?

He didn't cut her up.

Great.

WOMAN: Vantes framed this himself.

Said it reminds him of where he's been

and don't want to go again.

Look, let us get your son somewhere safe.

He's better off on his own.

Hey, hey. Hey. Shit. Get inside.

VIC: Keep your head down.

What's up?

HIATT: What's up, man?

Yo, cracker.

[CAR ACCELERATES]

Yeah, got a hard one coming through here, man.

Get out of here, assholes.

[TIRES SCREECH]

Niners been driving by here

every five minutes all day, acting tough.

My boy's got to hide from them and you just the same.

Tell us where your son is. Vantes can't do this on his own.

Oh, he won't have to.

See, a lot of people think my boy is a hero.

Look, please.

If you want your son to be a live hero,

not a dead martyr, have him call me.

I just want to talk.

If I would have known I was gonna see you today,

I would've worn that little top you like.

I thought you were gonna stop seeing that asshole.

I know.

It's just hard to find the moment.

Well, try harder.

I don't want him touching you.

Okay, baby.

[CHUCKLES]

What you want?

You. But I need Moses' lieutenant

who's cracking down on Vantes.

[SIGHS]

Lieutenant's Angelo Owens.

But he's just doing this because Moses came down on him.

I mean, them boys, they been friends their whole lives.

Where's Angelo?

[SIGHS]

Blue house on Wornall, by the gas station.

Look, don't get me in trouble with the Niners.

Anybody messes with you, Tilli,

they're the ones in trouble, okay?

End it with Moses. Today.

I need you to do that.

For me. Okay?

One-Niners are all clamped down. They wanna settle this in-house.

What about families? Somebody knows where these kids are.

The Niners have got them too scared to talk

or they don't know where they are.

I want to send a message. Somebody wants out of a gang,

we're here to protect them. Find Vantes and his friends.

Anything you need to bring them in safe, you got it.

Hey, man, where's Shane?

Said he had some CI.

Somebody from when he was in Vice.

Shane was in Vice? That explains a lot.

Vice guys are pretty intense. Just picture Shane with a puppy.

It'll give you that warm, fuzzy feeling.

That's Hiatt's interrogation technique. No shit.

Heh. What are you trying to get? Answers or pussy?

[VIC, RONNIE LAUGH]

HIATT: Whatever it takes, right?

Glad to see everybody's having fun.

'Course, Lem's still dead.

Anyone else give a shit about that?

-Hey, we were just… -Shut up, man.

You don't belong here, in this room.

Two minutes of breathing your air,

I could tell you're not half the man, or cop, Lem was.

I got thick skin, man, but you're starting to chafe.

You guys just act like everything's fine, man.

Like shit just moves on, right?

It does. Yeah?

Not for me.

I actually give a shit that he's gone.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, Lieutenant's Angelo Owens.

Got a location over on Wornall.

Good. Thanks.

My CI says, uh, Angelo set up the shootings

but, uh… but Moses didn't give him much choice, so…

I just… I just want him back.

I look at that guy, man. I mean, he's not Lem, you know.

Hey. Here's what's real, all right?

You keep this up, I'm not the only one around here

that's not gonna have a job.

You, maybe Ronnie too.

You know Lem wouldn't want that.

In a couple weeks, when this appeals panel

is deciding whether to send me packing or not,

I'm gonna need this Hiatt on my side.

He says he needs me, I got a shot.

Yeah, I hear that.

What happened with Lem,

the slate's clean.

We made that right.

Right? You think killing Guardo

made any difference, man? Lem's dead.

Jesus Christ. Corrine said he's pissed.

She said she'd never seen him like that. Stop.

I can't deal with a goddamn dream right now.

[PHONE RINGS]

[SIGHS]

Look, just find this lieutenant.

Let's save who we can save today.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

-Mackey. -MAN [ON PHONE]: Hey.

You wanted me to call.

Vantes, where are you?

Don't matter.

I gotta handle this.

Look man, let me put you into protective custody.

Moses even knows I talked to the cops,

Niners ain't going back to the table.

Moses wants you dead. Where are you?

You read Dubois?

Do I…?

No.

He wrote about the path of honor and humanity.

I die, I still got that.

More than most people got.

Just wanted to tell you, stop looking.

-Vantes… -Don't feel like being found.

Come on, man. Vantes.

Shit.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

So the site's coming along. You're making quick time.

Thanks to your support with the housing commission.

-Only a few more… construction hurdles. -Gracias.

It's an easy sell.

It's a worthwhile project.

Noticed something else you've been selling.

The cleaner, kinder Farmington PD.

ACEVEDA: Well, there was a bad apple.

He got deep, got himself killed.

Police committee wants the, uh, community to know

that the rest of the barrel is still here to protect them.

That's tough to buy when you've got 12 dead Mexicans

slaughtered in that house on San Marcos with no arrests.

Those murders were handed off

to Robbery Homicide. Farmington's out of it.

RHD doesn't give a shit about a dozen illegals.

If they did, this would be solved already.

I'll make some calls. See if I can light a fire.

A couple guys on the crew came to me.

Said they've heard rumors that a Salvadoran gang

called La Raza Guanaca is responsible.

I'll pass it along.

If Farmington PD were to crack this case,

it could go a long way toward

allaying your constituents' belief

that the police don't care.

Could reflect well on you.

You should have been a politician, Cruz.

PEZUELA: I leave that to the experts.

You remember that runaway, came in six months ago?

Claimed she'd been kidnapped? Rings a bell.

I dug up her taped statement.

Oops. Sorry.

That's okay. I…

I thought I'd have some privacy in here.

-You can use my office anytime. -DANNY: Thanks. I'll go in there

and finish up, if that's okay?

CLAUDETTE: Sure.

DUTCH: Princess Gaines. Ran away, came back a month later.

Mom found blood in her pants, asked about it.

Princess said she was abducted, anally assaulted,

and held captive for two weeks.

He was white or Latin.

Yeah, he was a Latin dude.

CLAUDETTE: Can you tell us anything else?

Not too much. Had me drugged or something.

"Or something"?

So the last thing she remembered

was begging outside of a burger place.

Next thing she knew, she woke up in a strange room.

Man was holding her prisoner.

DUTCH [ON TAPE]: It would really help us.

CLAUDETTE: Any little detail.

He kept saying, "Go home now. Go home."

DUTCH [ON TAPE]: And then this man just let you go?

I'm here, ain't I? One morning I just wake up in the street.

DUTCH: What did you do then?

Did what he said, went home.

We didn't believe her.

Yep. She wouldn't take a rape kit,

toxic screen came back negative.

Case didn't add up.

So this guy targets runaways,

uses GHB to, uh, keep them out of it

just long enough to do what he pleases.

All the while, telling them to go home

like good little girls.

So Graciela got double pumped.

This prick does her in the rear,

left the vaginal cavity intact

for Mahud to spill his load in the alley.

The, uh, cutting's an escalation.

He'll go further next time.

I'll call the mom.

Bring Princess in.

[DOOR OPENS]

[HORN HONKING]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

VIC: So your lieutenant set up a slaughterhouse this morning

without any encouragement from you?

The streets are full of liars.

Ain't my fault somebody says I got fingers in this.

You're a two-striker. All I need is one good bust.

You're gonna plant some shit on me?

You wouldn't do that, right, Mackey?

Leave me out of options?

We stay on you, we'll get you fair and square.

Might take a couple months, but you can bank on it.

Just you.

Hey, fellas, what say we trade some names?

Oh, man. Vito, come here.

Vantes is the one causing me problems.

He dies.

The other ones, I'll pull the order

as soon as Vantes is cold.

That's what I'm offering.

Now, what do I get for my generosity?

What do you want?

Back off my boys.

I don't wanna see no po-po for six months.

Two months, and me and my guys stay away.

I don't control the black-and-whites.

You control the new meat?

But you pull the order on the other three right now.

[ENGINE STARTS]

MAN: Keep going, man.

Lovers' quarrel?

Moses had a proposal.

Sacrifice Vantes, the other three stay safe.

So, what's stopping us hauling his ass in

on conspiracy charges right now?

I took the deal.

At least, that's what he thinks.

I teach you all my tricks on the first day,

what are we gonna do tomorrow?

[CHUCKLES]

[ENGINE REVS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

You're looking for Princess Gaines, 16.

According to her mother, she ran away for a second time

a couple of months ago.

Start with, uh, Runaway Row,

shelters, fast-food places, huh?

Thank you.

Um, I… I'm, uh…

I'm sorry about, uh,

busting in on you. I, uh…

I… I know it's all perfectly natural…

Don't worry. I'll keep them locked down from now on.

Wow. They put Hanlon on a poster.

DANNY: Oh, great.

She gets to be Miss Farmington, huh?

I'm stuck with her P1 duties.

Let's ride.

BILLINGS: Take one home tonight, drool in private.

Right now, we got the files of every Latin sex offender

in a ten-mile radius to go through.

Where'd this come from? Captain told me to put them up.

Well, yeah, but where did it come from?

Do I look omniscient?

[SCOFFS]

Hey, uh, what… what's the deal with the poster?

The old "new face" was caught filing bogus OT.

She's out, Tina's in.

Posters, public appearances, whole bit. She's citywide.

But Tina wanted to be a detective.

This is straight from the chief's office.

She was picked from the PR photos they shot the other day.

BILLINGS: Okay, thanks. We'll be right down there.

Dutch man. Graciela's awake. We got a sketch.

One-Baker-23. Have a description of the vehicle?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Do you copy? Shit! The sink.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: Roger, One-Baker-23. Driving a blue Honda

-last seen southbound on 12th. -DANNY: Okay. Gracias.

Can't afford a babysitter that speaks English.

-Shit. -One-Baker-23.

We are code six at 12th and Effie.

WOMAN [ON RADIO]: Roger that.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]

[ENGINE, RADIO CUT OFF]

VIC: Vantes was your friend, your soldier.

Him, Marten, Jason, they're all still out there

trying to escape your hit.

HIATT: Fine way to treat your friends, Lieutenant.

What do you do on birthdays?

I didn't want to.

VIC: Make the call, Angelo.

Put an end to this right now.

I didn't push the button, I can't un-push it.

HIATT: Moses is laying all of this on you, man.

So why don't you tell me something different?

Give me Moses, we can work out a deal.

[CHUCKLES] Cop says "deal," you go to jail.

Call off the hit. You can still make this right.

I do what you want, I'm a dead man, and my family too.

Life is just the way life is.

Who is it? Is it Vantes?

-Danyel Billup. -VIC: You're sure?

Positive.

HIATT: Goddamn it.

I guess Moses wasn't planning

on keeping his end of the deal either, huh?

Guess not.

One down, three to go.

Hey, step back, sir. Step back.

Move it, come on.

I don't wanna see this shit like this. Damn.

Danyel was on a peace mission.

Vantes sent him back to the table.

HIATT: Yeah. Someone sure shoved the peace pipe

right back up his ass.

RAY: I don't wanna go over there. No, man.

That's my nigga, man. Damn. Damn, man.

-Go on. -VIC: Give him to me.

-RAY: That's my nigga, man. -VIC: Hey, Ray.

You see this?

That's what's gonna happen to the rest of your friends

if you don't help me find out where they're holed up.

One-Niners took his cell phone.

Any call Danyel made, they're gonna know about it.

Only a matter of time before some One-Niner

finds that person.

My man Vantes can defend himself, man.

He might be a revolutionary, but he ain't bulletproof.

We find them, or the One-Niners leave the rest of their bodies

for us to find, Ray,

How many funerals you wanna go to?

Bag him.

VIC: Look at me. Ray.

You've done a lot of bad things, Ray.

You sold drugs, stole money, murdered.

You do this one last good thing for your friends.

Vantes would've called his cousin, Aquille, man.

He'll know where they at.

All right. Take him.

Let's find this Aquille.

[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]

VIC: Police! Open up!

The hell with it.

Hands on your head! Don't move!

-VIC: Hands on your head. -HIATT: Hold still.

Sending your cousin on a little trip?

Where's Vantes?

WOMAN [ON PA]: Nurse Williams to the desk.

Nurse Williams to the desk.

GRACIELA: The mask was red.

DUTCH: Anything else you remember?

Maybe he took you somewhere?

Maybe you remember something about his hands?

He have an accent?

BILLINGS: Detective Wagenbach?

Girls this age need a gentle touch.

You're the gentle touch expert?

I happen to be a wonderful father.

Two weekends a month.

I'll be outside.

Sometimes I think humans need a subspecies

to categorize these bastards.

Hey, I saw Vic this morning.

He's doing better.

I, uh, hear he's handling the situation

with his replacement well.

CORRINE: Oh, they filled Lem's spot?

Vic's replacement. Some guy named Hiatt

is taking over the Strike Team when Vic retires.

That's not for years.

Um,

the department's pushing him out

at his 15 mark.

That's in, like, a month.

So how's Hiatt working out?

He's nothing like Vic. I love him.

Hm. The, uh, dead Mexicans Dutch found,

they were killed with a machete?

Several machetes, based on the number of body parts.

I got word today from a community back channel

that a Salvadoran gang did the job.

You heard of La Raza Guanaca?

I didn't realize they'd come this far north.

It could be the murders are the Guanacas' response

to the influx from the prison closures in Mexico.

Salvadorans putting out the unwelcome mat

for the Mexican competitors.

It occurred to me that Hiatt's background in INS

makes him the perfect candidate to get to the bottom of it.

Maybe. If he was at Robbery Homicide. It's theirs.

I had the case transferred back to the Barn.

You said you weren't gonna pull any strings.

Come on. Handled correctly, this could be the big PR win we need.

Or a crime-stats nightmare that shuts this door forever.

You solve this, that's a dozen murders in the win column.

And just might be enough to put

your quarterly stats over the top,

keep these doors open.

Man, this wire shit, this is straight-up dirty snitch, man.

SHANE: Blame Aquille.

If he'd given us the info we need,

we'd be off saving your friends by now.

-He's set. -VIC: Once Aquille gives you

the location where Vantes is hiding, give the signal.

Don't make it obvious. He gets suspicious,

we're shit out of luck.

Got a sec?

Sure.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Here's a possible man for your team.

Take a look at his jacket, see what you think.

Will do.

You know, Mackey played Moses today.

He let him think he was making a deal:

Vantes dies, the others go free. It's a smart strategy.

I mean, it didn't work but it got me thinking.

So far, it seems that Mackey's usually spinning

three different wheels at once. Creating the perception

that he's willing to cut a deal, go off the grid, it's a way in.

Maybe this reputation

has more to do with that perception than with reality.

Hmm. Vic is showing you his good side

because it's in his best interest.

Don't be fooled.

RAY: Can't you get up off me? Hey.

You keep mouthing,

I'm gonna stick you in the other cage with them.

[ALL MUTTERING]

Hey, man, I can walk by myself, man.

VIC: Let's see how you sit.

Anyway, uh, the poster looks great.

Give me a call if you want.

Hey, uh, I worked up a profile on our guy.

Single dad, probably had a daughter

who disappeared or died, uh, prematurely.

Thinks he's teaching his victims a lesson: Go home.

Good advice if it didn't involve kidnapping, rape, and torture.

Profiling's overrated. Shoe leather is what cracks cases.

Come on, you just like making stories up in your head.

Kind of like the one about you and Tina.

Fact is, you don't have a shot.

Looks department alone, you're a total mismatch.

What, you're such an Adonis?

I know the kind of lady who's attracted to me,

and it ain't Tina.

Helping her improve her skills

had nothing to do with any interest in her.

Right. She happens to have talent.

Even if others don't see it yet.

Face it. You took advantage of her vulnerability

just like our mystery psycho.

Except your drug of choice was power

and the false hope of career advancement.

Tha… uh… that's ridiculous.

You have a reputation, Holland: chasing unis.

Mackey's ex, wives of murder victims.

I think a profiler would call that

a pattern of shitting where you eat.

I happen to be devoted to my job.

I don't exactly have time to hit the bar scene.

If I wanna ask Tina out, I will.

-You let me know how that goes. -DUTCH: Okay.

Stamos found Princess Gaines. He's bringing her in.

DUTCH: Thanks, Paula.

PAULA: Mom's on her way too.

Here he is at it again.

Congratulations on getting another girl ass-raped.

I'm sorry we didn't believe you.

At the time you came in, we just couldn't corroborate your story.

But that may have changed.

Ain't no never mind to me.

I cried my tears all out.

I whipped this girl based on you telling me she lied.

And now you telling me she didn't?

DUTCH: There's another girl.

Certain details in her story

match what Princess said happened to her.

I told her to go to the police, tell them what happened.

I said the police would help. We are so sorry, Mrs. Gaines.

We just didn't have enough evidence at the time.

Well, that beating I gave her is on your two heads.

Just ask her what she knows.

I want my daughter home.

DUTCH: Do you remember any details

since we talked to you last?

Wish I didn't.

CLAUDETTE: Anything you can tell us:

What he looked like, where he held you?

It was a girl's room, only from a long time ago.

CLAUDETTE: How so?

PRINCESS: Posters on the wall were all wack.

White boys in these gay poses.

One of them was called, like, "65 Degrees" or something.

BILLINGS: 98 Degrees.

I took my oldest to the concert.

Do you recognize this man?

I know it's not much of a sketch.

Those are his eyes.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Ray's got Aquille chatting.

Shouldn't be long before we learn Vantes' whereabouts.

A little light reading?

Package just came in.

"Not looking forward to the eight-by-ten cell

"or fighting for the top bunk,"

"but I figure the least I can do"

"is come out smarter than I went in."

"Send these to me wherever I land."

I'll miss you. Lem."

He ordered these online

the night before he went on the run.

Art, sports, history, Stephen King.

Look at this. Birds of America.

Dreams and What They Mean.

[BOOKS THUMPING]

So, what do you wanna do with these books?

Hey, Vantes is a big reader, right?

Well, we're gonna find him and the other two.

We're gonna send them someplace peaceful.

Safe.

We're gonna give the books to him.

[PHONE RINGS]

Corrine? Yeah, where are you?

What are you doing out there?

All right, I'm on the way up.

Give me a minute.

You could have come inside. I've only got a half hour break.

And I don't want everyone in there to know our business.

Except I guess they already hear everything first anyway.

Your so-called retirement?

Aw, shit. Look, I was gonna…

What? Were you gonna send me a postcard from Florida?

I just spoke to the captain.

It's probably not even gonna happen.

What if it does?

I mean, are you figuring things out? Making plans?

Or do you think your check's

just gonna magically appear in my mail?

I'll work it out. I've always taken care of the kids.

Yeah, I know.

And I see what it costs you.

I don't want that anymore, Vic.

I don't want me or them responsible

for what it makes you do.

That's all in the past.

I hope so. You've lost enough.

Hey, wire worked. We got a location.

Vantes is holed up with the other two.

I'm not gonna lose my job. I promise.

God, the amount of time

I spend attached to that machine…

I hope this is enough to get Lee through tomorrow.

What?

Nothing.

You think I should've taken my full six weeks?

Be there to feed Lee myself. I wasn't thinking that.

Come on, Julien, you had nine months

to lay your judgments on me.

I'm not saying anything.

I'm sorry. I'm just… just so tired.

Besides, it beats riding with Tina.

I'm gonna get my groove back, I promise.

Night. All right.

Good night, Captain.

Night.

Everything all right?

Sleep deprivation.

Hiatt's decided to add another member to the Strike Team.

I suggested you.

Say yes.

Working with Vic?

Hiatt will be taking over. It's an opportunity.

More money, more prestige, making a difference.

Those guys will never accept me.

They won't have a choice.

It may still be called the Strike Team,

but it's a different animal.

No more bullshit antics. You can handle this, Julien.

Say yes.

All right.

Thank you, Captain.

New life starts tomorrow. Good luck.

[EXHALES]

Vantes, it's Vic Mackey.

I just wanna talk.

He's back here.

He's hurt. He was shot this morning.

HIATT: Clear!

Holy shit.

Vantes. What happened? He was shot this morning

at the restaurant. You gotta help him.

Shit. And you just let him bleed?

He wouldn't let us get help. He said Moses would find us.

He wouldn't even let me tell his cousin.

Niners will come.

Shit, he's going into shock.

Vantes, open your eyes. Wake up, man.

He bleeds out, Moses lets the other two live.

All three of them live.

Keep your eyes open. Stay with me.

Need an ambulance, 9246 Norton. Come on, Vantes.

Come on, open your eyes. Stay awake, man.

[GASPING]

Shit.

Come on, grab his legs.

-He just called an ambulance… -Grab his legs goddamn it!

He stays here, he's gone.

-VANTES: No, Moses… -SHANE: Take it easy.

We're gonna get you to a hospital.

You're gonna be fine, you hear me?

Get these guys to the Barn. Let's go.

-Let's go, out. -VIC: Stay awake. You hear me?

Stay awake, kid.

[HORN HONKING]

Hey! Hey, Keep your eyes open.

Stay awake. Come on, buddy. Come on.

VIC: Your mom wants you to come home, man.

She wants you to stay alive for her, all right?

-[VANTES GASPING] -For the revolution. Shit.

[HORN HONKS]

Come on, man.

VIC: You're not gonna die on me.

I'm not gonna let you die.

Almost there.

We're almost there. You're gonna be fine.

We need a doctor in here! Hey! Hey!

A doctor, goddamn it! Let's go! Move!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Gunshot. He's bad, he needs help.

I… I'll page a doctor.

Ah, shit.

[VANTES GASPS WEAKLY]

Hey!

Corrine.

Corrine!

DOCTOR: More sterile strips. Corrine!

[POUNDING ON GLASS]

VIC: Corrine! Corrine, I need you.

Hey, Corrine!

Corrine!

[VANTES GASPS WEAKLY]

NURSE: Excuse me, what are we gonna do?

DOCTOR: I don't know.

[DOCTOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

NURSE: All right. We have to take…

[DOCTOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

VIC: Lem… in the dream, did Lem…?

Your dream was… [GASPS]

Lem…

In your dream, did Lem…? Agh.

What is it? What's going on?

Oh

God!

[SOBBING] Oh, God.

CORRINE: Oh! Vic!

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Hey! Stop! It's all right. We're cops.

-He can't… -Leave him alone, all right?

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

[CROWD MUTTERING]

MAN [ON RADIO]: Number One to Medic Six, pick up 74-year-old male,

shortness of breath, down at…

[SIREN APPROACHING]

[VEHICLE DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

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