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Previously on the shield:

You're sick.

Dutch, I was here yesterday.

I'm here today. I'll be here tomorrow.

Kavanaugh: Six months ago

we found this kilo of pure heroin

in the glove compartment of your car.

But you never logged it into evidence.

Lem got picked up by iad. Got him wearing a wire.

Councilman, a moment of your time.

Aceveda: He came by the office.

You didn't have regular sit-down meetings with him?

He's trying to figure out

which uniform you're wearing.

It sure as hell isn't mackey's.

Kavanaugh's gonna get emolia to give you up.

You're not safe here anymore.

We gotta go. We gotta move you. Why?

What happened? We got possible leaks.

You said Vic wouldn't find out.

Vic, what the hell?

You didn't return any of my calls.

Kavanaugh. What did you tell him?

That I saw your guy take the heroin.

That's it.

Six months you could have warned me.

One of my men, maybe all of us

are going to jail because of you.

I found you once, I can do it again.

Hey.

Oh, Jesus. It's you.

What are you doing here?

I had no idea that Vic knew about

you giving up one of his guys.

That's my fault. I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

But now I can make sure that you and sebastio are safe.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

I gotta get him to school now.

You-you need anything?

You want anything? No, I'm good. Thanks.

Can your guy take me back now?

Sure he can. Sure.

You know that you may have to testify

against Vic and his guys in court.

That's part of the deal you signed.

You know that, right?

No. Not with them there.

Yeah. I'm sorry, it's part of the conditions.

No, you never said that.

Just get him to admit stuff, that's all.

But you haven't got him to admit anything, emolia.

[Speaking in Spanish]

I don't wanna do this no more.

He's been good to me.

I don't want your money.

Please, take it.

Scott.

Scott.

Yeah?

Double up security, take her home.

Other than the kid going to school,

no one comes, no on goes, no one calls. All right?

Christ.

See you next time, dad.

I can't wait, sweetie.

Jump in. Buckle up.

Love you.

Mi amor.

I can't believe how much homework kids get.

Yeah, I know. Sixth grade.

Jesus Christ.

Watch her.

Crazy bitch, get off him.

Hey, stop.

Help the driver. Help the driver.

Get off.

Oh, god.

Get on top of her.

Shit. Jesus.

Sir, you're okay. Don't move. It's okay. Just calm down, sir.

We're gonna get some help, all right?

We're gonna help you, no problem.

Just calm down.

Nice work, man.

Where's cass?

Uh, nurses' lounge.

She thought it was cool.

Been hanging around you too much.

Hey, this was your world this time, not mine.

Yeah, speaking of your world,

is there anything I need to know about that special work thing?

No, everything's okay with that now.

Man: Corrine, good.

This is Dr. Lesser, runs our er. Wanted to talk to you.

Vic mackey. What about?

The girl who just died.

Yeah, our officer said they found her

strolling down the 110 freeway.

Nothing new.

She's a total nut job, schizophrenic.

But I found these meds on her.

Brother says she's been taking them for the last month.

French label. No doctor. Bad scrips?

What's on the label, what's inside,

two very different things.

This shit's killed five people in three months.

Thought you guys would've made a dent in this by now.

We've been on this? Yeah.

Filled out a complaint with your captain last month.

Who do I need to bitch to?

Let me do the bitching for you.

Where did your sister get her meds?

The drugs were supposed to stop the psychotic breaks.

Where did you get them?

Just, you know, the drugstore.

What kind of drugstore fills a bottle

without a doctor's name?

Could you give us a minute?

You be gentle. His sisterjust died.

I'm oozing gentle.

Sis was screaming about devils before she died.

I hope she wasn't talking about you feeding her bad meds.

I-I didn't know they were bad.

Then tell me where you got them.

And don't tell me rite aid.

Clinica esquina.

The guy who runs it helps locals with affordable prescriptions.

Black market blue cross.

Better than nothing at all.

Kavanaugh's gotta know

we were on to Lem's wire.

Now he's tracking down emolia.

Why hasn't he arrested Lem yet?

This guy doesn't follow a script.

We can't assume anything.

You think you convinced emolia?

At the time.

But I'm sure kavanaugh's inside her head.

Who knows where she's at now.

So the next move is...?

Get a note to Lem. Keep him up to date.

Everything else, business as usual.

Man: Hey, easy with that.

Hey, billings.

You remember a doc over at mission cross

filing a bad scrip complaint?

Yeah, sort of.

The body count's sort of piling up.

The hospital board's about to bring in feds.

It's gonna make noise.

Shit. I just thought it was some bogus Viagra.

Stone was gonna get around to it, time permitting.

Five dead citizens, Phillips is gonna be crawling up your ass.

All right, look, it's drugs. That's you guys.

Run with it. Just keep me plugged in.

So Vic got to your cl, huh?

He is resourceful.

It won't happen again.

I can tap some justice contacts,

maybe we can get her into witness protection.

She's protected. Thanks, though.

Yeah, well, they're on to you.

So when are you gonna arrest lemansky?

You ever get one of those, like, really bad feelings?

You can't explain it, can't explain it at all,

but you can't shake it off either.

I got one of those about you and mackey.

And I think this investigation is going off point

because you're too distracted about those bad feelings.

I got emolia ready to testify

and one of his own men on the edge of turning.

So if you are, for whatever reason,

maybe... working on both sides of the street here...

Well, I appreciate the friendly heads-up.

But I know what side of the street I'm on.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Check this out.

What's this?

This would be one of my good feelings.

Lem: Remember Vic told us about that clinic selling the scrips?

Most of the prescriptions came from a French drug company,

they went bankrupt two years ago.

Doc was right, pharmacology is hit-and-miss.

Pretty much a loaded gun.

Tell billings we need a warrant for this esquina clinic.

So what?

They probably already know you've got Lem wired.

It's not just scumbags dying, it's families.

They're sending him on another one of those bullshit errands.

That way, he's out of earshot.

The threat out of sight,

they now feel comfortable to share.

Vic: How's Lem feeling?

Shane: He won't go to the doctor.

I think he's puking blood again.

Shit.

You bugged the clubhouse too?

Yeah.

Oig signed off on it.

I planted it last night in the base of a softball trophy.

Did you know that they were police league champs?

Make sure all our heads are straight.

Yeah, okay.

Don't worry, I got this whole thing sealed off.

[J'j'j']

Hey, that's sophisticated machinery.

Dude, it's a vending machine.

You put money in, shit comes out.

It's a gourmet quick-mealer, asshole.

It ain't nothing without power.

Where are the goddamn outlets?

[Phone ringing]

Hey, this is Danny. Leave a message.

I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.

Billings: Sofer.

What happened to the outlets?

Oh, shit.

You were supposed to call the electrician.

I'll chalk it up to hormones,

but you better get down here and fix this.

[Sighs]

So how'd we do?

Some of it looks legit.

Fda seals, valid expiration.

But there's over a dozen boxes that don't have seals.

No record of these being logged in.

Lem: We'll run them against

the bad scrips at mission cross.

City council in the house.

How did aceveda get here so quick?

You think this is the source of the drugs?

What the hell is aceveda doing there?

Billings: I should get back.

Keep me posted and so forth.

Bring out Dr. Feelgood.

Okay.

My office got a call, I wanna make sure

everyone's getting the care they need.

Well, it looks like half their stock are bootleg meds.

I'm shutting it down.

Mission cross has been overflowing

with bad scrip deaths.

We hear your clinic is ground zero.

Our drugs aren't bad.

They're illegal.

Yeah, but they're not bad.

Look, I make a few deals, cut some corners.

But it's not about the profit,

it's about helping these people cope.

These are different than the ones we got from the er.

Real labels. American. Where did you get these?

Gruhani brothers.

Persian dudes,

run a small trucking company.

Got a contract with pyren meryl pharmaceuticals,

distribute to east la.

Gruhani skims off their shipments.

I buy at a third the price.

Take him. Come on.

You know, a lot of people can't afford these drugs any other way.

I'm not looking to hurt this place.

But I got black market scrips poisoning the farm.

I gotta come down on everyone until we figure it out.

Yeah, I know.

But the sooner we can get

this place up and running again...

I'm working on it.

Someone I want you to meet.

Who?

Shane: It's that lawyer chick, right?

Yeah.

You hitting that?

No. I hired that.

You hired a lawyer? Why?

Not me, us.

She's walking us through this thing with Lem.

Collecting intel on the whole suit-and-tie side of things.

You think we're gonna need lawyers?

I just wanna be prepared.

It's a whole new playing field we're on right now.

Holy shit. A lawyer?

Should I get my own?

Shane. Relax.

She's just advising. All of us.

Detective.

Counselor.

This is detective Shane vendrell.

Hello.

Welcome aboard.

Some place private we can talk?

Sure. Let's go inside.

Hey, Ricky, park that for me?

Yeah, no problem.

This makes sense?

I think it does.

Right over here.

I was just getting Shane up to speed on our arrangement.

The others too?

Lem's still wired,

so we have to keep him in the dark for now.

Rebecca: How did you find out about the wire?

We were hooping in the back and I felt it on him.

We got him in here, scribbled a few notes.

We found out it was iad.

So, uh, you have any luck?

I went digging. The rabbit hole's deep.

The iad investigation was initiated by captain rawlings

a little over six months ago.

Shane: Rawlings set us up?

I don't think it was a search and destroy.

It was to prove we weren't crooked.

Cover her ass.

Shit. She was trying to warn me, I didn't listen.

When the chief's staff saw it in play,

they took it in another direction.

And what direction is that?

The way of politics.

This new chief wants to move past

the stain of the last five years.

The riots, lawsuits.

He sees the strike teams as a failure of the old regime.

You're a high-profile team leader.

Hanging you and your guys puts a face on that failure.

Brass puts some distance between then and now

it buys them their public cleansing ritual.

Yeah, and we get screwed by a history lesson.

What about kavanaugh?

Closed book.

All I found out was he's way inside.

Looks like he reports directly to the chief.

Vic: Goddamn it.

You need to shift perception.

Start piling up some wins in bigger cases.

Make internal affairs look like they're hurting the good guys.

Vic: Okay.

Shane: Yeah.

That's a huge help. Thanks.

Looks like I'm on board. You know what that means?

You're gonna need a retainer. How much?

I'm a one-gal shop.

I'll need at least 10 grand to get started.

If I strike early,

I might be able to make a deal for Lem.

Vic: Deals are for the guilty.

Shit.

You need to know the financial realities.

We're talking about legal counsel for four.

That's a shitload of man-hours.

On cop's salaries, you both have families.

We'll worry about that later. No compromises.

We all get cleared, we all keep our badges.

Nothing less.

Okay.

Look that over and call if you have any questions.

I'll be in touch.

Vic: Thank you.

Shane: Thanks.

What's the matter?

Attorney-client privilege.

It's all inadmissible.

This quasi-pharmaceutical shit

caused an aneurysm in your sister,

it stroked her out.

When we find out you knew these drugs were illegal,

we're gonna arrest you for manslaughter.

You get these from the clinic?

Clinic charged 45 bucks for her prescriptions.

And that wasn't cheap enough for you?

I knew they were Russian mob.

Had the same kind of drug. Ten bucks a bottle.

I was afraid to tell you.

Where can we find these guys?

Operate out of a strip joint on hensley.

That's Popovich's place.

Popovich stepped in for tretiak. He's running the clan now.

Sounds like a guy we should get to know.

Yeah.

Somebody trashed the gruhani office.

Checked the homes. Looks like they left in a hurry.

Both zal and babak are Mia.

Zal and babak? Heh. Billings: Yo, Vic.

Vic: Hey.

[Vic chuckles]

Found these up your ass. Heh.

[All chuckle]

Man: Hey, close the door.

Is that pussy smiling at me?

Hey.

Oh, shit.

Come on, girls, you know this is a patch-the-snatch zone.

Here's your pink slip, ladies.

Mikula Popovich.

[Laughs]

Vic: I hear you're the czar to know.

Do you have warrant to be here?

Violation of pornography laws, assaulting a police officer.

Probable cause. Search and seizure, boys.

Ronnie: About a half a dozen of these in the supply room.

Vic: Not much of a supply. It's French label.

It's the same shit we got from the er.

You selling hangover cures, Popovich?

No.

I just like pussy.

Popovich: Dancing pussy.

[H ip-hop music playing]

Lem: Turn around.

Last time I saw you,

you said you were headed back to saratov.

Mikula lets me strip, better money.

Safer than being whore.

Heh. Congratulations on your promotion.

Your boss is selling bad prescriptions

out of this club.

Killing a lot of innocent people.

I need to know where he keeps his supply.

I just dance.

I know nothing about drugs or gambling or anything.

How about I share with Popovich

how you ratted out tretiak?

Kaboom.

I know they have a garage on Savannah.

Blackburn auto.

Well, that's a start.

Tough shit, white cop. I tell you nothing.

You go shit yourself.

Nice touch.

You wanna wait up there?

No. Paramedics are here if I don't make it.

Fear of gates? Border flashback?

Claudette: Maybe he just likes a challenge.

He told us he got hit by a car. Knocked him down the hill.

Witnesses saw it different.

[Speaks Spanish]

A neighbor saw him jump out of a moving car. Red infiniti.

Gang retaliation?

Lots of scratches, no ink.

No, no.

[Speaks Spanish]

[Speaks Spanish]

[Grunts]

[Speaks Spanish]

He doesn't wanna go to the hospital.

Forearm's gotta have a fracture.

No ins.

[Speaks Spanish]

[Claudette speaks Spanish]

We can't force him. Dutch: We can.

Trespassing, destruction of property.

You're under arrest.

Dutch: Take him. Make sure he gets medical attention.

Fill him in, huh?

Okay.

People are gonna break their necks on those wires.

Then tape them down. People gotta eat.

Oh, shit. Men's toilet's clogged.

Take care of that next. Julien: Detective wyms.

Tina talked to hidalgo down at mission cross.

Wants to tell the truth. He jumped out

because he was scared.

Gave us a description of the woman driving.

Black, 40s, heavyset.

Picked him up for day work at the home depot on third.

Drove him out to the Angeles crest.

Made him dig a hole.

[Claudette speaks Spanish]

[Speaks Spanish]

What?

She wanted him to Bury a body.

Julien: She must've seen him getting skittish.

Said she threatened to report him to the ins

if he didn't finish the job.

Tina: That's when he freaked and jumped out of the car.

That's, uh, really good work.

Both of them.

Absolutely.

Right.

[Speaks Spanish]

Dutch: Wow.

H-How tall are you?

6'4".

She asked him to make it this big?

[Speaks Spanish]

[Both speak Spanish]

Tina: Yeah.

She told him to make it longer. Julien: Hey,

you guys done?

Yeah, you done?

Uh, yeah, sorry. Good job.

Shane: Clear.

Got nothing, man. There's nothing.

Think the whore lied?

Vic: You mean the stripper.

[Person moans]

What the hell is that?

[Moaning persists]

Hey. Jesus, in here.

Vic: Holy shit.

Lem: Okay? You got it?

Who did this to you? Shane: Hey, Vic.

Lem: Get him up, man.

[Man coughs]

He's zal gruhani,

it's one of the brothers who owns the company.

Jesus Christ. This is chemo medicine.

Do you have cancer?

[Wheezes] No. Why?

Popovich knew this French shit

was killing people, so...

[Coughs]

He wanted our supply, take over our shipments.

I said no.

Then he throws me

in that hole for two weeks

and pumps this poison in me.

Until you change your mind.

Yeah.

Can't say you're not committed.

Where's your brother?

Babak runs our westside office.

[Ragged breathing]

But the Russians don't know him.

He's hiding at our mom's.

We hide the drugs

in her garage.

Lock it on that side.

So pick up the scrips at the mother's?

Charge Popovich with attempted 187.

Yeah.

Hang on.

Have a seat, Ivan.

Mikula.

Shane (on microphone ): Yeah, whatever.

They're back.

Popovich: What is this room?

Vic: This is the room of endless possibilities.

Away from the department's cameras.

We have a business opportunity we'd like to share.

Turn it down, it's a short walk back to the cage.

Vic: We know about the garage and your cancer research.

Popovich: Don't know garage.

Just manage club. Shane: We know.

Dancing camel toe.

I can arrest you and your guys.

Squeeze one of 'em till we find out where the drugs are.

But I'm all about diplomacy,

raising the iron curtain.

Popovich: So, um...

You're talking maybe relationship.

Shane: Just like the way you guys like to do things in Moscow.

Vic: You like to help out folks who can't afford the, uh...

High cost of medicine.

We appreciate that.

Vic: We just wanna make sure your product

doesn't kill anyone.

That's just bad business.

We'll trade you that French shit

you've been dealing

for all-American, fda-approved shit.

We'll give you access to the gruhani brothers' supply.

You give them 20 percent.

Why would gruhani agree to this?

Vic: If he doesn't,

we'll arrest him and his brother.

They'll lose everything.

Popovich: What's in it for you?

We get bad drugs off the street.

[Vic chortles]

We also get 10 percent off the top

for putting you on the right track.

Ronnie: That's 70 percent in your pocket.

Easy half mil a year.

Shane: You say yes,

you walk out of here, free and clear.

You say no, or try to burn us,

perestroika dies.

I can say yes

to this relationship.

Good.

You bring the bad French scrips to the garage.

I'll get gruhani's brother, babak,

to bring what he's got in storage.

We're gonna need a piece of our fee up front,

good-faith gesture,

$10,000.

[Shane laughs] Vic: You get a better product,

we track down the bad drugs.

Everybody gets a win.

Huh?

Who says there is never police around

when we need them?

[Popovich laughs]

Who says that?

[Laughs]

Yeah, who says?

Kavanaugh: Faster than that, Leo.

Tell them it's for me.

What's going on?

I got mackey making a deal with the Russians.

Hot prescription drugs.

You know anything about that?

They closed a city-funded clinic today

for doling out illegal prescriptions.

People were dying.

He didn't call you about it?

Talk to you about it in one of his private conversations?

No.

Kavanaugh: Did you know our boy

has hired a lawyer for him and his team?

Checked around, it sounds like her.

Rebecca Doyle.

Yeah. You know her?

Met her a few times.

Well, it makes sense.

She knows how to protect career criminals.

Shane: There's another brother

of a dune coon mother.

Fill our persian drug boy in on the plan.

I'll... I'll wrangle the big man.

Yeah.

What's going on? Shane: Come on.

Sofer told me you released Popovich.

I thought he was the one pushing these bad meds.

He is. We don't know where he keeps his supply.

We couldn't hold him on the shit we found.

Well, Phillips drilled me a new ass channel

for my lack of community awareness.

This bullshit's gonna totally ding me.

I'm working on something

that might cool your anal burning.

I'll let you know.

There was two missing persons over 6-foot-4,

guess who reported one.

Peaches pyman.

Reported a red infiniti stolen this morning.

Puts Alex gardling missing may, 2004.

6-foot-5.

A perfect peg for a very large hole.

You found my car?

Yes, we did.

There something I gotta sign?

Claudette: Just need to ask a few questions.

Anyone else have the keys, peaches?

Not to the car.

My realtor has the house keys.

Just sold my house.

Moving out of state?

No. Just out of the 'hood.

Where were you when the car was taken?

Sleeping in.

I run a sports bar.

Didn't get to bed till after 3.

Yeah, while we have you here,

we also need to ask about

that missing persons report you filed.

On Alex?

That was over a year ago.

You'rejust following up on that now?

Dutch: Alex your boyfriend?

He was.

He sent me an e-mail a few months later.

I should have reported that, I guess.

Claudette: So he's alive?

No, I don't think so.

He was terminal.

Some kind of blood disorder.

He didn't wanna put me through that.

He moved to Panama.

Wanted to die in his boyhood home.

So he e-mailed me to apologize

and say goodbye.

Had the techs plant cameras and Mikes in the garage.

Gives us a 360-degree view of the whole space.

Front row seats to mackey's drug swap and cash infusion.

Hey, he's on.

Vic: How's our cancer victim?

He's doing okay.

He's real worried about his brother.

Well, he should be.

Vic: How's your gut?

Lem: Oh, it's the same, I guess.

You should stay home tonight, take it easy.

We can take care of things.

Okay. Um, you hear anything else about that other thing?

No. We're gonna give our guy a call.

See if there's any movement.

All right, man. Thanks.

[Cell phone rings]

Officer: Yeah, yeah.

We're in a holding pattern.

Yeah? Vic: Hey.

Our cl's

giving us the, uh, 20 on those bad scrips.

Thought you might wanna be there,

spin it that aceveda way.

I'll give a call. You bring the cameras.

Officer: Yeah, I understand. Right.

Aceveda: It was mackey.

He wants to turn picking up the bad drugs into a media event.

Kavanaugh: After he makes the trade and takes the payoff in private.

Steals his cake and eats it too.

Look, I got a district to take care of.

You don't mind sticking around, do you, councilman?

Why?

Help me get rid of that bad feeling I got.

You know, prednisone's pretty toxic stuff.

Hi, drew.

You looked in my desk?

Your drawer was open. I glanced over.

[Scoffs] Oh, unbelievable.

Why don't you talk to me about this? I just wanna help.

It's not about what you want.

Woman: What's going on here? Who are you?

I live here. Shonda cromwell.

Well, we got a warrant to search the house.

Oh, my god.

What did peaches do?

Julien: Detectives.

Claudette: What is it?

You're not gonna believe this.

Dutch: Is that a...? Is that a body?

Tina: Damn.

He must've pissed somebody off.

Yeah. Or maybe he was caught

rifling through their drawers.

Or maybe his dying wish was "dry clean only."

You, um, recognize this guy?

Breaking up is hard to do.

Dutch: We found him that way.

In your garage. Oh, my lord.

[Gasps]

Oh, no, no, no.

[Sobs]

Alex, baby.

[Sobs]

Oh, no.

[Sobs]

No, no.

No.

[Sobs]

No.

That's not the response of a woman

who just tried to Bury a guy in the woods.

No, it isn't.

Sit down. Someone will get your statement in a minute.

What's that about? When you gotta go, you gotta go?

Hey, I checked out that e-mail

that peaches said came from Panama.

Turns out our it guy says it came from an Internet cafe

in Burbank. Long way from the canal.

No kidding. Heh. Thanks.

Nice catch on that infiniti by the way.

Oh, sure thing. Oh, god.

Man: What happened?

Danny, you all right? Danny: Oh, shit.

Julien: You okay?

No. It's just stupid.

Shane: She ran into the pole.

Just help me up, okay?

Dutch: I'm... I'm sorry.

Are you sure you're okay?

Mmm.

[Sobs]

No, I'm fine.

Just...

[Chuckles]

Who put the goddamn pole there?

I got it.

Dutch: I was... I was walking this way.

[Toilet flushes]

How's the head?

I just gave Tina a whole lecture

on "never let them see you cry

then I go and give them a ticket

to my emotional breakdown.

Christ.

When I was pregnant with my first,

I trashed the aisle at the ralphs,

'cause I couldn't decide which disposable diaper to buy.

[Laughs]

I just don't... I don't...

I don't know what I'm doing here.

None of us do, sweetheart.

They all need to mind their own damn business.

You just worry about what's in here.

Let the rest of us Wade through the sewer.

[Rock music playing over wire]

[The 22-20's "devil in me" playing over stereo]

J'and I see j'

j'and I know j'

j' get the devil j'

j' outside of me j'

so how you gonna handle it if he makes the deal with the Russian?

You gonna just go in, or wait till you have more?

Gonna use the shock and awe to our advantage.

Take 'em into custody, separate 'em.

Full court press.

One of them will turn on the others.

J' 'cause I hate the world j'

Lem: See you later.

Good luck tonight.

J' I'm gonna lead the word j'

j' the word he gave to me j'

j' what he gave to me j'

j' what he gave to me j'

[rock music playing over wire]

Hidalgo was afraid of being deported.

I told him wee weren't gonna do that.

Claudette: What else?

Said sometimes people who cooperate get their green cards.

No wonder he was so happy to help.

It's true.

Well, yeah, if you, like, help bring down a cartel.

But it worked. He's been cooperating, right?

He ID'd the first black woman you put in front of him.

Now the witness is an illegal coerced into a statement

by a false promise of citizenship.

Shit.

It seemed like the right thing to do.

It wasn't.

It'll be okay.

Dutch man's got a plan.

Ah, sorry to keep you waiting.

Oh, it's okay.

Is that pregnant cop all right?

Ah, she'll be fine.

It's a crazy day.

God, no kidding.

Jeez, and with peaches killing Alex like that.

I just can't believe it.

Dutch: Well, no one can.

What do you mean?

We mean, peaches didn't kill Alex.

She loved him.

You killed Alex.

And you a crazy bitch 'cause I ain't killed no one.

Then why did you send this man to dig a grave

in the Angeles crest this morning?

Dutch: What's the going rate for day workers?

Claudette: You also work two blocks from the café

you e-mailed his dead John letter from.

So peaches would stop iookin'.

And your shrink-wrapping preserved Alex so well

we've got your DNA all over him.

You were trying to move the body

before peaches sold the house.

Oh. Shit.

First rule of hole digging:

If you're standing in the hole, stop digging.

So tell us the truth.

One crazy bitch to another.

[Sighs]

All right.

Look. He was with peaches.

But then he came on to me.

It's understandable.

We started havin' some fun.

But then he falls all in love with me and shit.

Wants to tell her everything.

Peaches own the house,

she would have kicked my ass out.

He wasn't worth all that.

Dutch: What happened?

Shon da: We had sex.

Started fightin' about peaches.

I keep a bat 'side my bed.

Shit just happened.

Up against the truck.

Don't you trust us?

Vic: Sure. What makes you think I don't?

Oh, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch, ch.

When do we see the drugs?

Don't you trust us?

[Both chuckling]

Shane: Hey, Vic.

Old French Zocor.

I think I arrested him once.

Russian: That's all of it. Everything we have.

Good.

Open it up. Let's get the real meds in here.

We ready?

Go on my call.

[Reverse signal beeping]

Vic: Babak...

Meet your new boss.

I want to see merchandise.

Got just what the doctor ordered.

Show him.

Yes.

You got that tingling feeling like I do?

[Grunts]

We got it right here.

Here's our good faith.

The 10,000.

Come on, you deserve it.

Just take it.

Yes.

[Chuckles]

That's bullshit.

He almost kill my brother.

He poison him and then he take our business.

Aceveda: What's he doing? Where'd the gun come from?

Let it go.

Hey. Hey.

You son of a bitch.

Go ahead. I don't give a shit.

Can't let him walk out of here.

He'll give us all away.

[Panting]

What the hell?

You take care of it.

No. He's your problem.

He's our problem.

Man, come on. There's gotta be another way.

No other way. You want relationship, huh?

Just not in the face.

Go in. Go in.

We're a go.

Vic. Vic!

[Crash]

Officer 1: Freeze! Freeze!

Officer 2: On the ground.

Officer 3: Let's go.

Officer 4: All right. All right.

Officer 2: Let me see 'em.

[Groans]

Officer 3: Don't move.

Officer 1: Secure. All clear here.

Officer 4: Sir. All suspects are accounted for.

Vic, what the hell is going on?

Vic: lad just shit all over our sting.

Who's this? Who's this?

Detective baham.

There were blanks in the guns.

Aceveda: What are you running?

We were trying to establish

a relationship with the Russians.

Knew Popovich wouldn't let

the persian threat get out alive.

Killing the competition

would have been the blood tie that binds.

Prescription drugs is just the tip of the iceberg.

This shitbag's got ties back to the kremlin.

Would've been a huge win for us.

Vic: Did you think I was makin' a deal with Russians?

That I'd actually kill someone?

Ha.

I don't know where you got your intel, but it's wrong.

He ran the whole operation by me this afternoon.

I guess iad will spin any kind of fiction

to stain good cops bad.

Uncuff my men. You idiots did enough damage for one night.

[Handcuffs clacking]

Book him for attempted murder and illegal dancing pussy.

It won't topple the roc

but at least it'll make a dent in the local machine.

[Chuckles]

Councilman.

Gannon come out of retirement?

Hey, if it ain't broke, it ain't the barn.

Heard about iad. That's bullshit.

Yeah. Typical.

How you feelin'?

Mm. A little better.

Thanks.

Uh, can I get you something to eat?

I sort of lost my appetite.

Right.

Should we talk?

About what?

Well, maybe I can help.

Looks like the dad's not in the picture.

Yeah, well, the dad doesn't know.

I think it's better that way.

| just...

I don't think that he could handle it right now.

I'm gonna do this on my own.

If you change your mind,

offer still stands.

All right.

Thanks.

I've got lupus.

I've had it for 15 years.

It's just been flaring up lately.

Fifteen years?

Got my girls. James.

I've got family.

I just need you to be you.

[Southern rock music playing over radio]

Little southern'll comfort that belly.

I think I'll stick with the pink.

Vic: I like the pink.

[Laughter]

Billings wants us to clean.

Make sure there's no code violations.

Seems someone ratted him out to the fire marshal.

Vic: Who would do something like that?

[Laughter]

You know what we should do?

Should get rid of this shit on the locker.

Looks a little too close to this light.

Shane: No, not the trophy, man. I went 3 for 4 to win that.

You were 0 for 5. But who's countin'?

You know what? Screw it. It's a cheap piece of shit.

You know what?

We'll just beat iad again next year.

[Muffled sounds over speaker]

[Sighs]

Hey.

Hey, Dutch.

I just wanted to thank you.

You keep going out of your way to help me,

and, well, I just really appreciate it.

Oh, sure thing. Uh, anytime.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow?

Uh, night. Night.

Word is iad stepped on a big sting

you guys were setting up on the Russians.

They just keep hurtin' the good guys.

Could've picked it up on lemansky's wire, maybe.

Thought you guys were making some kind of deal.

Possibility.

There's egg all over iad's face.

If this tipped kavanaugh that you're onto the wire,

he's gonna be pissed.

I have Ronnie sweep for bugs every day.

He found one in the clubhouse.

We knew it had to be kavanaugh.

So we spun it our way. Just like you said.

Jesus Christ.

You knew the place was bugged when you talked to me.

That conversation...

You used me too?

Any part of that is privileged.

No. You withheld information.

They can't... you lied.

No. It... it happened fast.

Look, I'm wingin' it here.

I'm sorry.

Any move he makes against us now

just seems like part of an ongoing misguided vendetta.

I better prepare our next move.

Because kavanaugh is going to arrest lemansky.

And he's gonna try to hurt you by hurting him.

We'll be ready for that too.

Vic [over recording]: You know what? We'll just beat iad again next year.

[Recording rewinds]

You want me to go back to the barn?

Plant another one some place else?

Ronnie: Billings wants us to clean up in here.

Make sure there's no... Don't bother.

Seems someone ratted him out...

You know, Farmington did beat us in the semi-finals.

Could have been talking about that.

Thanks, buzz.

You should get going.

Shane: Not the trophy, man. I went 3 for 4 to win that.

Lem: You were 0 for 5. But who's countin'?

Shane: You know what? Screw it. It's a cheap piece of shit.

Vic: You know what? We'll just beat iad again next year.

[Screaming angrily]

[Screaming]

[Glass smashes]

[Screaming]

[Panting]

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