Original subtitles

Previously on the shield:

Aceveda: We're talking about a case that puts mackey behind bars.

And I want you to help me prove it.

Okay.

[J'j'j']

Detective Terry crowley was pronounced dead

at 2:13 this morning.

No!

We killed a cop.

Get over it and don't bring it up again.

Stay on mackey.

All of his guys.

You sure? I wish I wasn't.

Man: Your captain's been relieved of duty.

We need someone to cover in an interim capacity.

What was that about?

He asked me to be the company-yes-man jellyfish.

Told him to shove it.

Where's your stash? Man: It's in there, man.

If we find the dead girl's body, you get this back.

Those drugs were never logged into evidence.

Wally called in one of my colleagues immediately.

They were able to ID lemansky from her description.

Searched his vehicle while he was sleeping,

procured the heroin and replaced it with a nonnarcotic.

Vic likes me and my boy. He wants to take care of us.

We can use that.

I thought you were Vic's cl.

Whoever's got the money.

[People screaming and yelling indistinctly]

[Grunts]

Woman: Stop it!

Woman: Stop it. Stop it!

[Man speaking indistinctly over police radio]

[People yelling and screaming indistinctly]

Man: Police.

Police!

All right, let's split them up.

Hey, hey.

Shane: Come on, Joe.

You, let's go. In the other room.

Vic: Get out.

[Grunts] [Screams]

Get in the other room. Man: Get him out of here.

Get in the other room right now. Get out of here.

Get out!

Stay there. Vic: Ronnie, you all right?

Yeah. Lem: Everybody, just be quiet.

Who hit me?

[Gasping]

Jesus Christ?

Come on, man, turn around. Let me see hands.

Anything? Nothing. No blood on the mexis.

Lem: Blacks are clean too.

Shit.

Go to the er, get that looked at.

Get a wagon.

Haul in the grieving families.

Tell the captain I said to send it.

All right.

Bullshit uni calls.

Better get used to it.

Sir.

You see who domed my guy?

Black kid. Got, like, a blond afro.

I see him hanging out in front of kwiky's liquor

on my way home.

Look, what the hell's going on here?

This is, like, the second black and latino brawl

I've had this week.

Where do you live? Culver city.

Shane: You better learn

how to coordinate your colors, westside.

[Laughs]

Last week, some black guy went hit-and-run

on a Mexican kid.

Crushed his skull.

We couldn't generate any cooperative witnesses.

Cholos took it on themselves.

Hunted down the driver and beat him to death.

Black hood jumped in, killed two Mexicans.

Went sideways ever since.

I didn't know.

Yeah. Thanks.

EMT: She's got three punctures in her back.

Who found her?

Ajunior. Uh, zellie praza. She's pretty devastated.

She's in my office. Do you have any metal detectors?

Some of them don't work very well.

Han lon: Any other witnesses?

There's 1500 students. I would think so.

Thanks.

Good questions. Nice work.

Woman: Officer, would you like to see zellie?

The detectives will. Keep her until they get there.

Tina? Tina. Hey.

Hey, t... Tina. What?

You're contaminating the crime scene.

Oh, shit.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

All right, guys. Come on.

Captain's gonna address the troops

in the briefing room. Let's head in.

This should be educafional

hey. Hey, come on.

I'm hormonal and I expedite your paychecks.

So let's move it.

What's going on?

Captain's calling a pep talk. Shane: Yeah,

'cause when I think pep, I think billings.

[Chuckles]

[Chuckles] Billings: Okay.

Thanks for joining me.

Betyoulunch he says "and so forth"

at least twice.

As you probably know,

yesterday, measure 16 on the city ballot failed.

So it looks like those temporary budget cuts

are now permanent.

Uh, that will be 17 percent across the board.

[Officers grumbling indistinctly]

Which means...

Uh, which means we'll have to make due

with the lack of manpower here in the barn

and on the street and so forth.

[Officers grumbling louder] Captain: Uh...

The chief wants you to know this is by no means

a reflection of the fine job

that you're all doing for our city.

[Officers grumbling loudly]

Of course not. Captain: Uh, listen.

Uh, starting next week,

we're gonna be going to single-unit patrols.

I know. Which means

if you have more than six months on the street,

you're gonna be flying solo.

Woman: What? Man: Bullshit.

And, uh, speaking of flying solo at six months,

officer sofer might be mum on who the daddy is

but she'll gladly spill the beans

on your new assignments.

[Chuckles]

[Officer clears throat]

Okay, um, that... That's all I have.

You guys keep up the good work.

All right? [Whispers inaudibly]

Hey!

Cheap bastards don't wanna cough up

a half a cent of sales tax, screw them.

Next time somebody bitches p.D. Didn't show up,

tell them that could have bought two cops, on time.

[Officers laugh] Right on, man.

So let's keep showing up.

Everything else will even itself out.

Billings: That's right.

Everything always evens out.

And so forth.

[Officers grumbling indistinctly]

Don't hate me 'cause I'm always right.

We need to talk to the rest of zellie's class.

Well, the juniors are at lunch.

The entire class?

We'll be here all day.

[Girl screams] And? [Glass shattering]

[Students screaming indistinctly]

Boy: Move it! Julien: Hey, hey.

Julien: Hey!

Girl: Get down. Get down.

[Grunts] [Grunts]

Hey!

Come on, move it.

[Grunts]

Get down. I said, move. Move!

Stop! Girl: I'm out of here!

[Gunshots]

Drop the gun!

Come on. Tina!

Julien!

Julien: Tina.

Girl: Oh, my god.

[J'j'j']

We got a riot at wellman-chase high school.

Shots have been fired.

Officers need help.

Tactical alert. All we got. Get them there now.

Have fd and ems stage two blocks out.

Tell them it's chaos-on-arrival. Wyms: Got it.

[People screaming indistinctly]

[Grunts]

[Grunts] Ah!

Officer: Stay down. Officer: Stay down.

Let go of me. Let go!

Ahh! [Grunts]

Officer: Hey, kid, get off him. Yeah!

Back off! [Glass shatters]

Officer: Get off. Get off him.

[Grunting] [Woman screaming]

[Car horn honking]

Shit.

Go on, get out of here. Get the hell out of here.

Officer: Stay back! Vic: Hey, let me borrow that.

Give it to me.

All right, fire it up.

[Sirens wailing]

Officer: Vic, Wilshire east came through.

Set up a mobile field force.

Come on. Get up, punk.

This was your solution?

Turn the goddamn fire hose on my kid?

What was I supposed to do, open fire?

Never stopped you all before.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm David aceveda. Your councilman.

I can assure you that it was the safest option

to protect all these kids.

Right.

EMT: Let's get a gurney over here.

Have to bag him.

Get the lab rats to lift those prints.

May be our knifer.

It's not.

Paramedics?

Julien: Officer hanlon.

She got a little bit too close to the crime scene.

I've already discussed it with her.

You went into the bathroom?

It's my fault. I should have...

Preserving the scene is training officer 101.

That's how murderers go free... Murderers go free. I...

Tina: I'm really sorry, detectives.

It won't happen again.

It's okay.

Let's go.

Dutch: It was a rookie mistake.

She's way too young for you.

I am mature and distinguished.

A lot of young women appreciate that.

You really ought to cut back on the porn.

Please move back.

Dutch: This shooting related to our stabbing

or was this just for extra credit?

Wyms: Either way, he's not graduating.

Dutch: You okay?

I'm fine.

I can grab those paramedics.

I said, I'm fine. Let's give that to Vic

and we'll stick with the stabbing.

Okay.

Danny: Parents wanna take their kids.

Nothing would make me happier.

Unfortunately, all the little shitheads

are suspects and witnesses.

They wanna talk to a captain.

And I want more hair.

All right, you handle it. It's good mothering practice.

Vic, what do you got?

Armed and dangerous. Taser.

He was in the cafeteria when the kid got shot.

All right. Listen.

Anything you can do to quiet this shitstorm,

get it off my plate,

it's got my blessing.

[Door slams]

You a member of the varsity taser club,

Weston?

Eleven of your classmates are in mission cross.

Some critical, one dead.

And this...

Puts you at the top

of the most-likely-to-be-tried- as-an-adult list.

The knife and gun did the damage.

That don't mean shit.

Shit.

Shane: Persuasion by proxy. I didn't hurt nobody.

Yeah, what do you use this for, huh?

Toasting pop-tarts?

Protection, man.

Shit's crazy going on.

What shit?

[Sighs]

[Taser buzzes] [Yells]

[Winston gasping]

Goddamn, shit ain't right.

All... all right, all right.

It's a kill clock.

Some Mexican's gotta kill a couple brothers by tonight.

Why?

I don't know the whys, just the what.

Who's the Mexican?

If I knew that,

I wouldn't be carrying the zapper.

That's for being a wiseass.

Claudette, I might know what your stabbing's about.

Guy in one thinks

there's a kill clock ticking. Kill clock?

Yeah, gangs use it to set a time limit

on an initiation or a retaliation...

He heard some Mexican's gonna try to kill two blacks.

Just randomly? You think it's legit?

Well, it doesn't matter.

If it stirs up enough fear, it's real.

It would explain why our witness isn't talking.

Yeah. Vic: All right. Keep at her.

I'm gonna tap into a ci of mine. Yeah, okay.

Hey, that girl that was stabbed, Caroline tylin...

She just died in surgery. Sorry.

Hey, how you feeling?

Dan NY: How do I look?

Great.

Yeah?

Pretty much how I feel.

Thanks for asking.

Dutch: We know about the black-brown retaliation.

And right now you're the closest brown

to our dead black girl.

She died?

Wyms: Which means you were involved or you know who did it.

Dutch: By not talking,

you're interfering with an investigation.

And that's a crime.

[Sighs]

All right, I saw him running out as I came in.

And then I saw her by the sink,

all bloody and shit.

Who was it?

[Sighs]

Lorenzo lavedra.

All right, this kill clock's gotta fall gangland.

Vic and I should follow up on this.

Okay, we'll take over the cafeteria shooting.

I'll tell the captain we traded cases.

Ah, why confuse him?

That it?

Kavanaugh: For now. You'll hearfrom me soon.

Something else?

Uh, no.

Excuse me.

You're here early. Come in, please. Come on.

Come on. Have a seat.

I've only got a few minutes.

How can I help you, lieutenant kavanaugh?

You know that iad has been

looking into detective mackey

and the strike team he ran while under your command.

Captain rawlings began that investigation.

I was aware of it.

That investigation's still ongoing?

Yes, it is.

Well, what have you got?

What have we got?

We've got...

Lemansky.

He lifted a brick of tar off the El Salvadorans.

We've been waiting for it to spin into something more.

Which means you've got nothing on mackey.

His day job's keeping him busy.

He hasn't had the freedom to navigate much game.

But we got a ci next to him and when hejumps dirty,

we'll know.

Until then, I was hoping that you might be able

to help us out.

[Laughs]

You've got my letter.

And I've got nothing else to add.

Mackey's your problem now, not mine.

No, perception is your problem.

I'm going after mackey and his team.

Now, you can get on board and be proactive

or you can sit back and spectate.

Just like you did when he was running dirty on your watch.

Hey, I did everything I could to rein him in.

Don't sit there and threaten me with bad PR.

You're right. That was out of line.

Hey, I'm sorry. Please, come on.

Sit down.

Mackey's jacket is like a 20-page

cautionary tale.

This is a lawsuit waiting to happen.

I just wanna get him off the street

before he does any more damage. That's it.

Pd. Is looking for a poster boy for corruption.

They crucify one of their own,

the public will trust the rest.

And next time,

that ballot measure, it passes.

Hm?

When you were captain,

mackey and vendrell were interrogated

about the shooting death

of a detective Terry crowley.

From the notes, it's very clear

that you thought mackey was involved.

And your comrades ruled it line of duty.

I was hoping you might be able to shed some light

on the specifics.

The rumor has it that the feds might have been

involved with that.

Is that true?

What's my end?

Your suspicion.

This is your letter.

We say you got the ball rolling.

You followed it through

even after you left the job.

Now, that's the man that I would want to be mayor.

I would vote for that man.

Vic and his guys are tight.

And lemansky, he's a soldier.

He'll follow mackey anywhere.

But he's also the one with a conscience.

So you're gonna need something

to drive a wedge between him and mackey.

I need that wedge, councilman. I need that wedge.

If I give you this, I'm done.

I don't want that guy's stink on me anymore.

My word.

[Sighs]

Terry was working with justice to bring down mackey.

And I think Vic had him killed.

What kind of proof?

Detective crowley's deal with justice.

[Chuckling]

[Whispering] That's good.

That's good.

That's...

[Normau can I get the intel by the end of the day?

Sure.

No, thank you.

Come on, this is a fresh pack.

It's juicy fruit.

I said, no. Thank you.

You hold this out long enough,

some people feel compelled

to take the gum.

It's a sign they'll crack under pressure.

I know.

[Chuckles]

Ahh...

Hey, listen, uh... Oh, there he is.

Hey, sebastio, how you doing?

Look how big you got.

Ooh. Oh, oh. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

How did that get in there, huh?

[Laughs] You want that?

Ba. [Laughs]

You want anything?

No.

Here on business.

Got a kill clock ticking.

Mexican-on-black.

These things usually start on the inside

so check with your prison contacts, okay?

Okay.

Good.

Uh, your ci renewal papers hit my desk.

Oh, you... You need me to sign them?

Look, I know it pays the rent.

But ci work is a roll of the dice.

We've had a good six months

but you should get out before you get hurt.

I need that money, Vic.

What else am I gonna do?

Anything else.

I'll help you find something.

You're worried about us.

I just want this to end on good terms.

Now, tell me you'll think about it.

Okay. I'll think about it.

Good.

If you hear anything about this kill clock...

I'll let you know. Good.

Was the riot gang-related?

Well, we're still putting the pieces together,

trying to get a clear picture and so forth.

Well, what the hell started it?

We don't have a motive yet, but we have a suspect.

Good. I need a minute.

Shut the door.

[Sighs]

This about me hosing down those kids?

Rather have them pissed off and wet

than dead and dry.

[Lau g h s] What?

You breaking up with me, Roy?

Got a call from pensions.

Chief's having them put through your papers.

They want you out when you hit your 15.

[Sighs]

You're putting me on the beach?

This referendum failing, cutbacks are hitting hard.

Anybody near their 20

or carrying a risky jacket is getting the push.

At least you'll get a piece of your pension.

There aren't enough cops as it is.

It's not personal, it's policy.

If it's not personal,

then why am I getting the news

hand-delivered to me by the chief's inner circle?

Figure I owed you a face to face.

It's bullshit and you know it!

It's some suit making a judgment call.

Can't you put in a good word,

turn it my way?

I'm not Gilroy.

It's a different time.

Play this smart, Vic.

Don't give them a reason to pull your pension.

Hey, ac.

Hey.

Uh, kid who did the stabbing. Lorenzo lavedra, 17.

A couple misdemeanors.

Nothing violent. No gang ties.

His pops, however, is, uh...

Is doing a dime in chino.

Assault.

Good.

What's up?

Jesus Christ. These are retirement papers.

Yeah.

Am I missing something?

Department's cutting its liabilities.

Phillips wants me out by the time I hit my 15th year.

That... that's, like, in four months.

That's crazy.

Um...

What are we gonna do?

I'll walk out the front door on my own

before I'll let someone push me out the back.

[People talking indistinctly

this is between you and me.

Not a word.

[Lem laughs]

That's right. Yeah.

Hey, how's the head? Ronnie: Intact.

Man, nothing can hurt that cabeza.

Ah, sh... [Vic laughs] Is it sore?

Yeah, uh... huh?

Ronnie: Okay, okay. Let's see it.

Man, I want that asshole who clubbed me.

Vic: Ah, we'll get him.

'Hood needs a little reminder: You hurt us, we hurt you worse.

We'll make sure that measure passes.

Vic: We got a clock to kill first, guys.

Let's go.

[Knocking on door]

We're looking for Lorenzo.

Haven't seen him since this morning.

Hasn't been home all day today?

Don't know, just got here.

Was picking up Cisco from soccer.

[Motor revving]

Hey, that's our guy!

Stay here.

Hey.

[Car wheels screech]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, he went down.

[Shouts indistinctly]

[Students screaming indistinctly]

[Grunts]

Oh, god.

Asshole's trying to finish the kill clock.

Can't let him out of browntown.

Shane: I got it.

[Car horn honks]

Get out of there or I'll shoot.

Shane: You okay? Hey, give me your keys.

Right now. Shane: Get down.

Ah, damn it.

Get out of the car! Hey, get out of the car!

Hands on your head right now!

[Whimpering] Don't move or you're dead!

Let me see hands!

Shane: Let's go, let's go!

Come here. [Grunting]

Let's see your hands, buddy. Stop struggling.

Got him? Yeah, I got him.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Why are you arresting him?

He ran a stop sign.

Where's Cisco? Woman: He's downstairs.

The black guy. The guy with the Bible.

Is he dead?

Vic: Lost a lot of blood.

But he'll live to see armageddon.

My son was scared. He panicked.

He sees what white cops do to Mexican kids.

Oh, really? He panic

when he stabbed Caroline tylin today?

Got a witness, saw him fleeing from the bathroom.

No.

Tell him you didn't do it, renzi.

What time is it, mama?

You got some place you gotta be?

I don't feel so good.

I wouldn't feel too good either

if I just slaughtered an innocent girl.

I'm guessing you didn't download the death photo

with your ring tones.

Woman: Oh, Jesus.

Lorenzo. Oh, Christ.

Take him to the bathroom. Please.

Hey, officer hanlon.

Got a little job for you.

Anything you need, detective.

Clean him up. Get him to thejohn.

Okay.

[Tina sighs]

Man [scoffs]: I'm Mexican.

Why am I gonna be offing up some other homes?

Dutch: A beef with him?

Wyms: Maybe it was so crazy

you got caught up in the rush, fired off some shots.

I didn't do that. Dutch: Sure you did.

No, I didn't. Wyms: Then who was it?

I don't know. Because you shot him.

[Laughs] Why do you keep saying that?

'Cause the truth rolls comfortably off my tongue.

Heard you were bragging

about the new gun you bought.

Telling kids you pack it for protection.

Man, that was just me talking.

And I didn't even bring it to school.

Dutch: You snuck it past the metal detectors.

You pulled it out during the riot

and you shot him in the back. Man, it wasn't me.

Dutch: Fine. Call juvie.

Let him spend a few weeks in lockup.

Get a taste of his future.

Maybe a little truth will seem like a good idea then.

It's every-day.

What's every day, that you shoot somebody?

Evan dayne.

Call him every-day. Bangs with the hope hill set.

He can't know it was me that said anything.

[Grunting] [Grunting]

[Officers yelling indistinctly]

Vic: Whoa, hey. Officer: Get off.

[Yells]

Wyms: Get him off!

[Lorenzo gasping]

Dutch!

Woman: Stop it. You're killing him!

Dutch! That's it. It's over. That's it.

[Grunts]

[Gasps]

Dutch: Are you okay?

Fine. I'm fine.

[Officers groan]

Officer: Oh, man. Shit.

Goddamn it. This is a new suit.

Have a wonderful day. Bye.

Bye, guys. Love you.

Bye.

[Footsteps approach]

Man: Hey.

Jon. I'm new here.

Ah. At the school.

Corrine. Uh, which one's yours?

He's inside already.

Corrine: Oh. Orientation.

Gum?

Oh, no thanks.

Come on, it's a fresh pack.

Here you go.

Sure, thanks.

That's your boy?

Yeah. Yeah, and our daughter.

Two.

Wow, that must be tough.

Man, I'm struggling with just one autistic child.

It's the challenges of single parenthood.

Yeah. Yeah, doing it alone is hard.

You too?

Yeah.

The daddy's not in the picture?

Uh, he does what he can.

My ex, she...

She doesn't even acknowledge our child.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I wonder why I even married her, frankly.

You ever feel like that?

I'll see you around.

Could I call you sometime?

I'm sorry, it's just that they told me that I should try

to get to know the other parents and...

I'm out of my depth.

Uh... I could talk to you

or to your husband.

Either one, if... You know, whatever you...

Yeah, uh... Okay, last name's mackey.

And, um,

you can call me about the kids or the school.

My husband's not gonna be much help.

Thanks.

[Clicks tongue]

Thank you.

Hi.

Hey, Julien.

You gotta give me the scoop on Danny's baby.

What do you mean? The father.

The pool's up to 1100 bucks. Of course, there's a, uh...

You know, broker's fee for any insider trading, but...

She won't say. Why don't you guys just

leave her alone?

Oh, come on, man. Help a brother...

Tina: Who would you take?

Oh, I always take Shane in these things.

[Sighs]; Not me, brother. I'm married.

That means no sticking, just licking.

Oh, charming. Besides, I like my women tiny.

So your dick fits better?

[Ronnie laughs]

Shane: Oh,

easy.

[Officers laugh] Shane: Easy.

Tina: Put me down for 20 on the sperm bank.

I gotta get this organized.

Tina, 20, Turkey baster.

[Tina laughs]

You okay, mijo?

See you later, darling.

I got it.

Turn around.

Woman: Are you on drugs?

[Gasps]

I didn't raise an animal.

You hear me?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Who set the kill clock?

[Grunts]

Don't you touch him!

Shane: Vic. Vic.

The little kid who got run over last week

was a nephew of a los mag capo.

Doing 20 in chino.

Los mags are reaching out to settle the beef.

Chino's where Lorenzo's pop is stretching.

'Hood's been under the microscope.

Maybe the mags used a proxy.

Make sure no blood blows back in their direction.

I got a fewjuvie graduates in chino.

I'll find out what pop's story is.

Come on, buddy.

Shane, give me a minute.

Yeah.

Where's sebastio? Uh,

my mom's watching him.

Here.

It's okay, I'm...

I'm on the clock.

Well, I know how much gas costs. Come on.

More and more. [Sighs]

Thanks.

Any thoughts about hanging this up?

Still thinking.

A los mag captain

set the kill clock from chino.

Same cellblock where your father got caught

helping the black brethren distribute smokes.

Pissed off the inked vatos.

Shane: That asshole can't even play by the rules in prison.

My guess is Lorenzo senior

offered you up as a junior assassin.

Settle both scores.

Woman: Is that true?

Does that bastard have something to do with this?

[Bangs on desk] Answer me!

Mommy can't help you.

You grow a dick. Tell the truth.

It's about justice.

Thought I could help the cause.

It's mexi-pride.

[Woman sighs]

Jesus. My god.

Lorenzo: I didn't wanna hurt no one.

Dad started crying.

Said if I didn't kill two dark by 10 tonight

los mags were gonna waste him.

It was him you were on the phone with last night?

I gotta finish it or he dies.

Woman: Why?

[Crying] Why would you do this for him?

Not for him. I hate him.

But if I don't do it, it falls on Cisco.

He was on the other line. Dad told him too.

He gave us the combination for the guns.

Guns? There's more than one?

Woman [crying]: Oh, no.

Cisco still thinks my dad's like a real dad.

He'll do it.

He'll throw it all away for that asshole.

Vic: Paula, where's the kid

that was sitting in that chair?

Woman: Cisco!

What kid?

Shit. [Sighs]

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Description of the shooter sounds like our brother.

Go.

Look. Hey, whoa.

What happened here?

Little spic came in, shot him cold.

Tommy never saw it coming.

He's gone. Which way did he go?

Man: Out the back. Come on, Shane.

Man: You know that crazy kid stopped

to take a goddamn polaroid? I stuck him with my best pair.

Shane: With your scissors? [Siren wails]

Shit, they're here. Let's go. Go, go, go.

Hey.

Vic: Yeah.

Easy.

Hey.

Cisco? Put the gun down, kid!

Put it down right now or I'll shoot!

I gotta get this picture to my dad.

H-Hold it.

All right.

We'll talk about the picture after you put the gun down.

You'll take it to him?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll take it to him myself.

[Sighs]

Vic: That's it. Where we can see it.

Good boy. Go.

All right, give me the camera.

Good. Cisco: This really hurts.

[Grunts] No!

Shit! Oh, Jesus Christ.

All right. Hold on. Put pressure on it.

Go get those paramedics! Goddamn it.

Oh, Christ almighty, here we go. Got it?

Watch out. Go, go, go.

All right. Hurry up, Ronnie!

Wyms: What happened in the cafeteria, Evan?

Look, I heard those shots and hit the floor

like everybody else.

Anyone else see that?

Don't know. We all ran for the door.

Dutch: We got three people who saw you pull the trigger.

You got three liars. Dutch: Three against one.

Those aren't very good odds for you.

I'm used to it.

We're gonna need a little more than bad attitude

to be convinced of your innocence.

You best tell pale boy here

to get out of my goddamn face.

[Sighs]

Look, I ain't...

I ain't been playing trouble for a while now.

Y'all can ask around.

We did. That's how we got the statements.

From who? Some chilli-shitters?

They're killing us niggas.

They wanna put another one away.

That sounds like motive to me.

Lazy-ass cop.

Hey, I bust my ass on thisjob.

Well, your busted ass suck at it.

Hey, book him for murder.

But this is wrong, man.

I didn't kill nobody, man.

Come on. It's been a long, shitty day.

Every day.

EMT says he's gonna make it.

Gracias a dios.

Yeah, I wouldn't be too thankful.

He just killed an innocent man.

[Gasps]

I wanted to kill their father a dozen times

and I never did, for their sake.

Los mags should slit his throat from ear to ear.

Officer: Ma'am.

[Woman cries]

She's right, you know.

That prick should die.

He will.

Just not today.

Look, this isn't the way I wanted to do it.

But at least it'll end this round of blood.

Talk to your guy in chino.

Find out where those pictures go.

You got two hours to get 'em there.

All right. Stop the clock.

I'll get it done.

Got a call from a teacher at wellman.

He just realized his gun was stolen out of a locked drawer.

Evan dayne in any of his classes?

Homeroom and science.

Now we know where every-day got his weapon.

Whatever happened to rapping a kid's knuckles

with a ruler?

Uh, good job. Thanks.

It's, uh... it's Vic's kid.

I got 50 bucks in the pool.

That's funny, 'cause I got 50 on you.

[Doorbell rings]

I tried calling. No one answered.

Something wrong?

I thought maybe I'd... I'd try to catch them

before they went to bed.

Say good night.

It's not your usual night. I know.

Vic, you can't just show up. I mean, they have a schedule...

And mine's always changing.

You want me to ever see them or not?

These aren't my rules. It's the custody agreement.

Oh, Jesus.

[Sighs]

Is that blood?

Shit, I thought I got it all.

Twelve-year-old.

It's been a shit day.

I just wanted to kiss them good night.

Wash it off before you see them.

Hey. Cassidy: Daddy!

[Laughs]

[Grunts]

Oh, my baby.

Heard you have a suspect in custody

on that cafeteria shooting.

Most cases are solved within the first 24 hours.

After that, the odds of solving them

decrease exponentially.

I'm gonna learn a lot from you, aren't I?

Could be.

Have a good night, detective.

You too.

Relax.

What?

Gun-residue test came back on Evan dayne.

Negative.

We're sure about this guy?

He knows when to wash his hands.

[Sighs]

So do I.

We're looking for a brother.

Blond afro, tall, hands might be cut up.

Ain't seen nobody like that.

Shane: Yeah, we know he hangs here.

And we know this shop's been hit nine times last year.

Twice last month.

And it took you guys three hours to show up

last time I called. Vic: Well,

next time, you call us.

We're your new 911.

We'll make sure that people don't mess with your shop.

Steer that kind of business some place else.

Talking straight about keeping my place safe?

I got a badge, don't I?

Darius McBride. D-Mac.

Came in this morning. Bought some band-aids and beer.

Lives over in belmont green.

Vic: Consider your protection clock running.

Hey.

Anybody, any color, hits this store,

I will beat them half-dead

and plant enough shit on them

to send them away for a 10 stretch.

Spread the word.

Screw.

[Toilet flushes]

Guys like the girly girls.

Who says you gotta look like Janet Reno, right?

You replaced your breastplate with lipstick and tampons?

Well, a place to put your shit, you know?

[Danny sighs]

Yeah, well, that's a reprimand.

As well as probably getting you killed.

Lose those hoop earrings

before someone rips your ears off.

Did I piss you off? You know what?

You have a job, sweetheart.

All right? Take it seriously.

You're a cop, not a Kelly girl.

Okay, look.

I-I appreciate you being straight with me.

It's just hard to catch a break

with these guys.

Treat you like you don't belong.

Yeah, I know.

They talk about equality, but the truth is

the shitheads just think we're a bunch of little girls

playing cops.

So we have to prove them wrong.

Yeah, we do.

Thanks. I-It's good to have some backup.

Here you go.

Julien: You still here?

I thought you were supposed to be more 9 to 5.

Thanks. Tell that to billings.

[Laughs] You pretty much run the place.

Yeah, I'd rather be running the streets with you.

Hell of a lot easier.

Don't be so sure. I got my work cut out for me.

Tina, she ain't no Danny sofer.

Well, who is?

Anyway, iwouldn't write her off too soon.

She's raw, but she's got potential.

Yeah, guess I made a few mistakes

out there myself.

Yeah, you still do.

You're supposed to have your dfars on my desk

before the end of the shift.

I'll get Tina right on it.

See? I did train you right.

[Coldplay's "til kingdom come" playing in room]

[Knocking on door]

J' ...I feel my time j'

j' my time has come j'

[sighs]

J'let me inj'

[whispers] Damn it.

J' unlock the door... j'

[grunts]

Curtis lemansky.

Yeah.

What's up?

Jon kavanaugh, iad.

I need you to come with us.

What about?

Get dressed. Guys?

Please.

Kavanaugh: Please.

I'll get dressed. Leave me alone.

Walter.

Yeah.

J' hold my hand j'

j' inside your hands j'

j' I need someone j'

j' who understands j'

[tires screech]

J' I need someone j'

j' someone who hears j'

j' for you I've waited j'

j' all these years j'

j' for you I'd wait j'

j' till kingdom come j'

j' until my day j'

j' my day is done j'

j' and say you'll come j'

j' and set me free j'

j' just say you'll wait j'

bye.

J' you'll wait for me j'

hey. Hey.

J' in yours tears j'

j' and in your blood j'

j' in your fire j'

j'and in your flood j'

j' I hear you laugh j'

j' I heard you sing j'

j' I wouldn't change a single thing j'

j' and the wheels just keep on turning j'

j' the drummers begin to drum j'

j' I don't know which way I'm going j'

[grunting]

J' I don't know what I've become j'

Ronnie: Come here.

J' for you I'd wait j'

j' till kingdom come j'

j' until my days j'

enough.

J' my days are done j'

j' say you'll come j'

j' and set me free j'

j' just say you'll wait j'

j' you'll wait for me j'

j' just say you'll wait j'

j' you'll wait for me j'

j' just say you'll wait j'

[sirens wailing]

J' you'll wait for me j'

Kavanaugh: About six months ago

we found this kilo

of pure heroin

in the glove compartment of your car.

We seized the drugs,

documented it on camera

and replaced it

with dummy tar.

But

you never logged it into evidence.

So you've been watching me for six months?

I don't want you to spin a story now.

Really.

I just want you to think about

what this means.

Felony theft

under color of authority.

Intent to distribute.

You're a smart guy.

You've been on the other side of this table a long time.

You know how that will play out.

Does that seem fair to you?

Hm?

Look, if you were arresting me, we'd be at police 1

and you'd be parading me past oig.

What do you want?

I want us both

to do the right thing, Curtis.

Really?

Why is it that the guy with the conscience

always has to get caught holding the bag?

And we never really want that guy.

Do we?

We want the guy

that put him in the motion.

The one who is really

dangerous.

Who do you think I want,

Curtis?

Come on, man. Come on.

Who do you think I want?

[J'j'j']