All language subtitles for the shield s06e08 1080p bluray x264-rovers.eng

Previously, on The Shield:

My detective found 12 bodies,
hacked to pieces.

Machete's the weapon of choice
for the Salvadorans.

It supports the tip
that Aceveda's cronies gave us

that the killers
were Salvadorans.

The victims were
all Mexican illegals.

Solving it quickly
is the difference between

keeping the Barn open
or closing it.

Salvadoran bangers
sponsored this fair.

This looks like retaliation

for the San Marcos
house murders.

That's Hernan in the blue shirt.

ICE has an undercover operative

high up the Salvadoran
food chain I need to protect.

There's an operative inside
the Salvadorans

who can help solve
the house murders.

Know who the Salvadorans were

who were swinging the machetes
at San Marcos?

It'd be the death of my cover
if I started asking.

Salvadorans are closing ranks.

It's getting
too dangerous for you.

Where's Hernan?
We lost contact with him.

Any way you guys could have
compromised his cover?

Did you talk to Shane?
He killed Lem.

I did what I thought
had to be done at the time.

If I see you again,
I will kill you.

Rick wanted to know how Ben got
ahold of cash down in Mexico.

Then Drew came by today.
Wanted the same information.

We're not gonna let you
get hurt over this.

We gotta get out of L.A...

I'll squirrel enough away
so we can go.

Just imagine every wrong
thing we have ever done.

If anything happens to me,
or my wife, or my son...

that lands on IAD's doorstep.

Tell Kesakhian I got a business
proposition for him.

I'm a cop.
He's gonna need to know.

I'm an associate, Ellis Rezian.

I said wanted
to speak to Kesakhian.

It's been a while since we had

a good relationship
with law enforcement.

That's funny, I'm a fixer.

There's a new
gas station on Talmadge.

The Armenians,
did they put you up to this?

Supplier will be here tomorrow
to fill up your tanks.

Stay.

Respiratory therapist, call CCU.

Respiratory therapist, call CCU.

Thank you.

The nurse said
you are staying strong, Papa.

We need to finish
your English lessons.

I can only stay
for a few minutes,

but I brought you this

to remind you of the colors
in the garden, back in Yerevan.

Can I help you?
I need to speak to Kesakhian.

He's supposed to have
an office here.

He's not here.
Look, I've squeezed

every food-stamp collecting,
Armenian from here to Glendale.

Now, this is where
he works out of.

And I'm not leaving
till I get a little face time.

Do we understand
each other, sweetie?

This way, please.

Take a seat.

I'm Kesakhian.
Look.

I got my nuts
in a ringer right now.

And I don't like it when people
crank the handle, okay?

I need to speak
to the real Kesakhian.

My father's out of town.

But, um, anything you need
to discuss with him,

you can discuss with me.

I'm handling his affairs...

Well, then you pass this message
along to Pops, okay?

I didn't sign up to be walked
into a murder jackpot.

And he better
goddamn well fix it.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Your old man will.

Rezian had me run an errand
for you people.

About me drumming up business
for your gas delivery operation.

Yes, I manage the books
for the fuel company.

Yeah. Well, the owner
wound up dead

with a gut full
of super unleaded.

That shit blows back on me,
for chrissakes.

Please, this is a holy place...
Well, Jesus can kiss my ass.

If that faggot Rezian
needed a goddamn patsy

to pin a murder on,

he just found himself
on the end of a hollow point.

Are you taking mental dictation?

We should take this conversation
across the street.

You know what your daddy
and his crew do for a living?

They're stone-cold gangsters.

I know when and what
my father was.

He came here
from Armenia last year.

He asked me to give up
my studies in Berlin

to come here and help.

Translate.

That's how I know

that all our transactions
has been legal.

Just because people haven't been
getting their feet chopped off,

doesn't get the Armenian mob
into the chamber of commerce.

I'll speak to my father.

And I will ask him to look into

what happened
at the gas station.

Tell your old man
to take care of my problem.

Or I will create a world
of problems for him.

You called?

What's up?
Why don't you two tell me.

I know what it's like
to lose someone close.

The dance you two have been
doing is about something else.

I wanna know what.

Not sure I catch your drift.

You've been hounding
Nancy Gilroy

about Ben's Mexican hook-ups.

And I threatened to charge her
if she doesn't tell the truth.

What's so important
about these contacts

in a case that's been closed
for over a year?

Shane and I had a conversation.

I'd think with your
appeals hearing coming up,

you'd be more helpful, if you're
interested in saving your job.

What were you after?

Lem's killer.
Lem was on the run.

Knew about Gilroy's underground
railroad to Margaritaville.

I thought something might've
gone sideways in that regard.

Coyote pullin' a double cross,
I don't know.

It's a bit of a stretch.

Aceveda's had you detailed
to his dead-Mexican-hat-dance.

It's not like you and Dutch
have done a whole hell of a lot

of finding Lem's killer.

Don't ever use a tone
like that to me again.

Transfer comes through soon,
won't be an issue.

My operative's been dark
for 36 hours.

Since you debriefed Hernan
without authorization,

I have to assume that
his cover's been compromised.

We don't know that
with any certainty.

He called in distress.
He didn't show up to a meet.

What are you people doing
to locate him?

Well, we've been sitting
on his girlfriend's place

for the last 24 hours.

Also, we're running surveillance
on his Salvadoran associates.

My status report
to the bureau chief

assigns accountability
to you and your personnel.

Consider yourself notified.
It's 10:42 a.m.

In case you need a time-stamp
for your ass-cover memo.

If Hernan's still in play,

you will report
any and all contact

with him to my office
immediately.

I see now why Hernan
reaches out to us

instead of his handlers.

Shouldn't have inserted
ourselves in a long-term

federal investigation
in the first place.

Hernan can help us break
the San Marcos killings.

Who else besides our team
knew about Hernan's cover?

Just Dutch, me. That's it.

Listen, Hernan
can take care of himself.

Still, we need to be able to
throw him a rope if necessary.

Now, right now he's MIA.

Stir up the waters
looking for Hernan,

we risk putting him
in a worse spot.

We gotta run a passive search.

Make some bank shots,

see what bounces off of what.

Anything turn up
at Hernan's girlfriend's?

Sat on her house all night
and morning. She was a no-show.

It wasn't a complete waste.

She does do yoga in the nude,
with blinds open.

Now, that really worries me,

Hernan not showing up
at home for that.

I say we work the other side.
Talk to the Byz Lats.

Truce isn't holding.

It's possible Hernan got caught
up in retaliation.

Ronnie and I'll have
a sit-down with Santi.

Take Shane to back you up.
No. We don't need him.

Uh, Shane has a history with the
Byz Lats, could get in the way.

Okay, Julien and I, we'll...
We'll go pester the Salvadorans.

Spread the love around.

Hey, Vic? I gotta worry
about you and Shane?

No. Thanks for your
concern, though.

Look, man.

I can't forgive Shane
for what he did.

But, taking this beef public...
I know, I know.

It's just tough
keeping a poker face

with Shane playing off
Lem's murder

like he's trying to solve it.

Then you need to keep
your anger in the cut.

We're not clean in this either.

And I'm not spending
the rest of my life

wearing state property.

Makes two of us.

Santi in his rat hole?
Thought I smelled bacon.

That keen rodent sense of smell.

Came by to make sure
you ain't misbehaving.

Still making good on the truce
with the Salvadorans?

Byz Lats ain't sittin' down
with no pinche Salvarenos,

on account of you
trying to play us.

Heard about the rat you got

undercover with those fools.

I ain't stupid, homes.

You're full of shit.

If we had someone under
with the Salvadorans,

we'd have taken you
and them down by now.

Well, what my source tells me
is la verdad.

There'll be no sit-down
with my crew until the Salvas

take care of the snitch
in their own house.

'Cause we ain't
walkin' into no trap.

You need a new Ouija board

'cause you're channeling
some bad intel.

Hey, I'm all about the peace.

But you brought
it upon yourself, homes,

trying to double-cross us.

Plus, you haven't come through
like you promised,

handing over the esses
from the San Marcos whack.

We're working on that.

Yeah? Where?

On the way.

Shit. They found a body.

Hernan?

We got a male Hispanic,
20s, 30s, Salvadoran ink.

Hacked to pieces.

Looks like a fresh dump-job.
No I.D.

Well, that's not him.

We just dodged a machete.
It's not Hernan.

Good news.
Doesn't mean they're not

going through the ranks till
they find him.

Get a canvass going.
Spot like this, decent shot,

somebody saw something.
Sure.

My son didn't lie on purpose.
He just didn't say what he saw

on account of the girl
he was with being too young.

I thought she was 18, until she
invites me to her Quinceañera.

Tell them what I heard you
telling your brother.

All right, her parents was gone.

And we're up in the bedroom.

Um, Tricia was on top.

Anyway, sh-she's bouncing
a-and she looks out the window.

And this... This load pulls up
into the alley. Camaro.

What color?

Uh, dark green, with...
With grey primer on the front.

Um, this guy gets out. He dumps
a couple trash bags and splits.

What's he look like?

Vato, regular dude, you know.

License plate was
One-B-J-something.

But I-I didn't get the rest.

You're sure?
Yeah. Yeah.

One-B-J. That's what I told
my chavala I needed.

Like it was a sign, you know?

I spoke to my father.

He asked me to let you know he's
concerned about your situation.

His "concern" doesn't
help me one goddamn bit.

Gonna take names
of people who killed

that gas-station owner
to clear my ass.

He knows that.
And he asks for your patience.

And, for me, in the meantime,

to give you this
for your troubles.

Can I also ask you a favor?

Doing favors for you people is
how I got my ass in this sling.

We own several
apartment buildings.

There have been robberies.

Well, report it to the police.

We have.

But you people have not been
very helpful.

Might have something to do with
the property owner's last name.

There's not a lot of love there.

The tenants are getting nervous.

It's getting harder
to rent out vacancies.

Crimes like this
make it very difficult

to get a good price
if we were to decide to sell.

Could you find out
who's responsible, please?

Finding out who did it, and
getting them off the street's

two different things.
Anything you can find.

I know it's a lot to ask,
but I need help.

Are you a mob daughter
or a damsel in distress?

Give me the addresses.

You pay me for my time.

I'll pull out my shovel,
and start digging.

Leave it by the file cabinet.

I'll fill out the paperwork
when I get over there.

All right.
Hey, Tina.

You and, uh,
Julien responded to a call

a couple weeks back,

I don't know, did we?
It's your report.

The Russian chicks.
Yeah, I remember.

Neighbors called in
a noise complaint.

One of the girls said
that her drunk ex-boyfriend

tore up the place
and then took off.

It wasn't a 2-11?

She didn't mention anything
about him stealing anything.

She wasn't real
cooperative though.

Got the feeling she didn't wanna
talk to cops. She was working.

It's like that, huh?
Any citizen chilling

at the crib in the middle of
the day in fishnets and garters,

it's either a pro
or a cross-dresser.

Thanks.
All right.

Any luck I.D.'ing the car
used to dump the body?

Partial kicked back five plates.

One registered
to one Leticia Cepedo.

Hernan's girlfriend?
Yeah.

I'll put out an APB on the car.

No, no. It'll attract
too much attention.

Vehicle description,
information broadcast only.

Stake and notify us.

Suppose it was Hernan our
witness saw dumping that D.B.

How do we spin that?

We don't until we have to.

Yes. Who is it please?

Uh, it's... It's Matthew.
I called you from the airport.

Who are you here to see?

Well, after hearing
that sexy voice,

I'm hoping it's you, darling.

Hey.

Hey, there.

Answer me, David.

Are you a police officer?
Are you kidding?

Sounds like you're Russian.
That's hot.

Let me see your cock.

Did you want the full hour?

I'm in no kind of rush.

Donation's 300.

Money exchanged is for time
and companionship only.

Anything else is a matter
of personal choice

between consenting adults.

Get comfortable.
You're under arrest.

You let me touch your dick.

That's entrapment.
I know the law.

It's my word against
your magic little fingers.

Now zip me back up.
Put your hands behind your back.

Do you know who did this to you?

Get me out of here.

Okay, we're gonna
take care of you.

In the meantime, can you
describe your attacker?

- No.
- What do we got?

White female vic, stab and grab.
Definitely not from this hood.

Hey, hey, I know you.

I saw you last night,
Sunset and Vermont.

Thirty-feet tall,

You know,
you're a lot prettier in person.

Department just put up
a billboard.

Guess I'm a celebrity now.
Well, congrats.

Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm Detective Billings.

This is Detective Wagen...
She's asking for a lawyer.

Why?
Cedars.

Take me to Cedars.
Dr. Clebanoff.

Why I don't work the west side.
Entitled assholes.

Anybody have a Sharpie?

Guy wants an autograph.

Ma'am, I'm Detective Wagenbach.
This is Detective Billings.

You're aware a woman was
attacked out here this morning?

I no see nothing.
You go.

She may have been a customer.
No customer.

Where does that go?

Locked door. No have key.

Ma'am, please, a woman was...
You no have warrant.

Um, you... You go.

Okay.

Unis found the Camaro.
Fifth and Virgil.

Hiatt know?

Yeah. He and Julien
are en route.

Hernan or his girlfriend
will have to come back

for the car eventually.

Shane's wound pretty tight.

He starts unraveling
one of these days, what then?

There's something
you should know.

He generated a document.

Remembrances of things past,
Strike Team style.

All the shit we've ever been
into in black and white.

You're in it too.

Jesus.

How do you know?
He gave me a copy.

To let me know
he has a suitcase nuke

he can use against us
if he had to.

What did you do with it?
I burned it.

Mara knows everything too.

It's a text message.

"Shitters' Alley. Right now."

Hernan must've seen us watching.

Let's go find out.
No.

I'm gonna go in alone.
Keep it low-key.

Could be a setup.

Or another dead body.

- Everybody hold your position.
- Copy that.

Who the hell are you?

Too dangerous for Hernan
to come. H-he sent me instead.

H-he says not to worry. He...

If you're lying, or this
is some kind of a trick,

your own mother won't
recognize you when I'm through.

Please stop, you're hurting me.
Please. Please.

Who sent you?
Hernan, I swear.

I swear. On my baby
sister's eyes. Please.

He told me to give you
a message.

He... He and a couple
of soldiers,

they're doing a job tonight.

Where and when?

Alvarado, near the park.

Robbing that gun store.

Six o'clock.
Hernan says to let it go down.

But to get the innocents
out of the way.

How much of what he's into
do you know about?

Just that he's some sort of cop.

And that he trusts you
to have his back.

Have you told anybody else
about any of this?

N-no. No one.

No, it'd get us both killed.

Yeah, like that guy
your boyfriend dumped

in that vacant alley
with your car.

Hernan didn't have no choice,
all right?

That guy was a snitch.
Octavio had him executed.

All right? Ordered Hernan
to get rid of the body.

To prove his loyalty.

Can you get a message to Hernan?

All right. You tell him that
he's giving his bosses in DC

a bad case of the nerves.

They want him to come in.

Also, leave the car parked
where it is.

I'll... I'll figure out a plan
to deal with this robbery.

I'll leave any instructions

in the right front
wheel-well of the car.

By 4:00.

All right.
I want to speak to my attorney.

I don't give a shit
if you've got

an illegal fish market running
out of your bedroom.

I just wanna know what went down
at your condo two weeks ago

you didn't want
to talk to cops about.

You do that, you streetwalk
out of here a free woman.

All right, you just bought

you and your moneymaker
30 days in county.

We got jacked.

How much?
Twenty-five hundred.

This guy called
for an appointment.

Sounded white.
Like a regular business John.

I answered the door, three black
men pushed their way in.

They made us lay face-down
on the floor.

Said if we made any moves
or look at them they'd shoot us.

Who you tricking for?
The deal was I tell you

what happened, you forget about
the rest of what I do.

Your bosses know
about the burglary?

Me and the girls been working
double shifts ever since.

No days off
until the money's paid back.

I need you to try and remember
what these guys looked like.

How long's this gonna take?

I got a golden-shower client
this afternoon. Big tipper.

I gotta start drinking iced tea
to get it the way he likes.

I'll be right back with those
mug books and a... A Snapple.

A least Hernan's alive.

Assuming his girlfriend's
telling the truth

in any of this.

My strong sense
and her brown panties

lead me to believe
she's on the level.

If we interdict this robbery,
we blow Hernan's cover.

And whatever big win
he's about to hand us.

We're not letting that heat get
into the hands of these thugs.

Look at the damage they did
with a couple of machetes.

Gotta be a way
to keep those guns

off the street
and still keep Hernan in play.

The longer he stays under,
better the chance he'll give us

who did the San Marcos killings.
Look, screw his cover.

Our instructions are to notify
ICE as soon as he makes contact.

Technically, he didn't.
The girlfriend did.

Can we hold off notifying ICE
until we scoop him?

Gettin' the feds involved
with their situation reports

and their bureau chiefs
will fubar the whole thing.

Your orders are to
head off this robbery,

and arrest the people involved.

And get Shane in on this.

He's with a hooker
in interrogation.

I don't want him
freelancing for vice

while he's still
under my command.

We gotta protect Claudette
from herself, here.

That fed ragging on her
this morning

has got her taking the path
of least resistance.

Reel in Hernan
and turn him over to ICE.

Come here.

It's one hell of a risk
disobeying an order,

and going behind her back when
we don't even know for sure.

You wanna stay in this job,
win on the street?

You don't do it by listening
to upper management.

We pull this off, we keep
the guns out of the wrong hands,

and we preserve Hernan's cover
long enough

to find out about San Marcos.

No guts, no glory, right?

These boost jobs
in your pop's buildings.

It's part of a string
of a dozen or more

over the last six months.

Interesting thing,
this crew only targets places

that escort services
operate out of.

A whole gang of Russian hookers
call your pop's buildings home.

He's not involved
in that kind of thing.

We are real estate investors.

Specializing in Cossack cooch.

It's called the Natasha Trade.

Girl gets a place to live.

One-third, two-third split
with the boss,

who also holds onto
their passports for safekeeping.

Now, whatever legit business
your father's gotten into,

it's just window-dressing

wrapped around the same
old school gangster shit.

And the robbers?

I got a tentative I.D.
on one of 'em.

Still needs to be verified.

I'll be in touch
when I get something

a little more definite.

Thank you. And, uh,
I'm sorry for the troubles.

These gentlemen have agreed
to immunity, Eleanor.

You can tell them
everything you remember.

I know these guys.
It's okay.

My best friend told me
about this place

that has incredible replicas.

I bought three.

A little overboard.
But those prices, I couldn't...

You have a habit of roaming
the barrio for cheap handbags?

Nurses here do it all the time.

He knocked me down,
stabbed me, took off running.

There wasn't even time
to grab my mace.

So you lost the three purses
you bought plus the one you had?

They're not purses.
Two were evening clutches.

The other was a keepall.

And what did this
keepall bandit look like?

Mexican, Puerto Rican.
Smelled awful.

Like when we had a dead rat in
the wall at the Montecito house.

Probably thought
the knockoffs were real.

Figured he struck a gold mine.

Knockoffs are what they sell
in Times Square.

These are quality replicas.
There's quite a difference.

She said for $60 you can't tell

the difference
from the real thing.

These replicas are that amazing.

Well, it's all about
the quality of hardware,

embossed, well-sealed,
good weight.

Men have Hustler Magazine, I
have the Marc Jacobs look book.

I'm a classic Gucci girl.

Medium hobo with the single,
non-adjustable buckle strap.

I keep thinking, some day.
But not at these wages.

I got my diaper bag
from Old Navy.

I've seen those.
They're pretty stylish.

All right, I've coordinated
with the unis.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

The Salvas are knocking over
a gun store. We let them do it.

Vic's walking everyone
through the details.

Danny and Tina
are gonna be running

the checkpoint over on Vermont.

Are they in the loop
on our plan?

No, our priority needs
to be watching their backs

in case this thing
goes sideways.

That's not gonna happen,
as long as Hernan

sticks to the playbook
that we hid on his front wheel.

Problem is,
we've been communicating

by carrier pigeon essentially,

so we gotta be ready
for anything that jumps up.

Everyone clear on
their assignments? Yeah.

What do you want me to do?

I'll fill you in on the way.

Right on time.

Julien, you're about
to have company.

Copy that.

Alive and upright.

He's taking point.

Good.

Take it easy. Just be cool man.
Be cool.

Keys, holmes, keys.

My pocket.

Here they come.

Jesus, nice haul.

Suspect vehicle is on the move.
Julien, you okay?

Affirmative. All good here.

Got a visual.
Eastbound on Sunset.

Coming up on Echo Park.

Copy that.

Okay, we're moving
into second position.

We see you up ahead.
We're five car lengths behind.

All right, don't get too close
to him now.

Hang back, hang back.

Buckle up, Shane.

He's turning into
the check point.

Insurance ready, please.
This is a routine check.

Need your license, registration,

proof of insurance
ready, please.

He's telling his buddies
the car registration expired.

They don't look too happy.

What to do?

Go for it. Pray nobody asks
to pop the trunk?

Or risk going away
for a few decades?

Me, I'd vote with my feet.

Let's hope Hernan
makes the case.

And he's the only one
who pulls a gun.

We've got rabbits.

Shane, go.

Easy, easy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey buddy.

Take it easy.
Take it easy, all right?

Shane, you okay?

Okay, we're clear. It's good.

It's all right. No worries.

It's okay, Danny.

Running a surveillance op.
What happened?

Got what we wanted.

It's okay.

Exploratory committee allows you
to put a finger in the air,

find out what
the public wants to hear.

Why not just announce
my candidacy?

Let me tell you why
that's a shit awful idea.

Say you're running for mayor,

you immediately trigger
a financial disclosure event

under the statute.

Know our supporters,
how much they're giving.

Information our enemies can use.

Exploratory Committee
also allows you to investigate

the feasibility of running
for another office.

State Assembly, for instance.

Would we even
have a shot at that?

With some massaging.

You have a Korean problem.

Conservative, less sympathetic
to our populist Latino platform.

But any election can be won

by cracking, stacking,
and packing.

You're talking about
redistricting?

Crack the Korean constituency,

stack it over three or four
other districts,

you nullify their influence.

Pack the new boundary
with Latinos.

Yeah, then focus our resources
on getting out the core vote.

But I would also annex
these folks here.

Our message doesn't fly
with black folks either.

Doesn't matter. They don't vote.

Represent more people,

the more influence you have
in Sacramento.

And even though
they don't support us...

They don't hurt you, either.

Best part of all this
is you can spearhead

the redistricting
of your future office

right now
from your councilman's seat.

Redrawing these lines
is going to cost

a great deal of money.

Mother's milk of politics.

For the exploratory committee.

Thank you.

It's only for 100,000.

You'll get the other half
when the people responsible

for the San Marcos killings
are brought to justice.

There will be closure.
I promise you.

Before I plough any more money
into a war zone,

I need to see a demonstration
of the rule of law.

Not the law of the jungle.

Should have denied her request
for immunity and booked her.

Yeah, especially after
she slammed Dutch boy

for being too lowbrow
to appreciate the finer things.

Trademark infringement's
a serious deal.

So is assault
with a deadly weapon.

Find the guy with the knife.

At least expedite
a search warrant

for the knockoff emporium.

Is this really a pressing issue?

This place as this place
stays in business,

it'll attract upscale clientele
to a shitty neighborhood.

Could lead to more stabbings.

I'll get to it.
But make an arrest.

Last thing I need
is a well-connected,

pampered socialite
breathing down my neck.

That's what I have Aceveda for.

If you're hovering
for a San Marcos update,

no news to report.

Well, I'm sure you're doing
everything you can.

I actually came down to see
what else you need

in the way of resources.

Additional overtime,
tech support.

All of the above.

What can you tell me
about this latest homicide?

Is it connected?

I'm already in hot water
for briefing you

about the ICE agent we went
after in the warrant search.

Then he went missing.

Claudette, this is me.

You're not suggesting...
Of course not.

But I shouldn't have been

discussing secure intel
with anyone.

Not even you.
It's a note to self.

Well...

Put together a memo
detailing the things you need

and I'll get right to it.

Never hit the streets
of Farmington.

But Hernan's in the wind,

and the other perps
are still at large.

How did that happen?
I called an audible.

Wiser course of action

was not to intercept them
at the gun store,

where these could have been
used against my team.

Safer to wait until they were
locked in the trunk.

At the checkpoint,
the suspects read the play

and were able to elude capture.

But we'll get 'em.

Give us a second, will ya?

That man's in the mix.

You think my bullshit detector
isn't already on high?

Now listen, I made
this call, okay? Not him.

Were the unis in on this?

In on what?

My understanding was
they were operating

a routine insurance check

Authorized by whom?
Because it wasn't me.

I go through that paperwork,

I bet I'll find
your signature or Vic's.

You knowingly put department
personnel in harm's way,

without even giving them
a heads up?

"Harm's way" is part
of the job description.

I brought you in because
I thought you could be trusted.

Because you're not Vic Mackey.

Now you're lettin' him
pull you by the nose

right in my crosshairs.

This entire city is breathing
down your neck and mine

over those 12 dead Mexicans.

Hernan can close
that case for us.

This isn't about Hernan.

You wanna follow Vic
out the door? Keep it up.

Choice is yours.

Hey, Juneteenth Freeman.

Parole officer said I'd find you
out here beautifying America.

Still got about
400 hours left, right?

What the hell you want?

Hey, who are you?

He's cooperating
with a police investigation.

Okay.

Look, I'm all over the game

you and your boys been running
on the working girls.

I don't know what
you're talking about, ossifer.

Pick up enough garbage and kick
this felony to misdemeanor.

Unless I start coming after you,
bunch of B and E's,

"ag assaults" and whatnot.

You can't prove shit.

Try me.

'Course, you could
play this another way.

Cut me in on these jobs
you're doing.

I run interference.

I monitor dispatch so you don't
get all gaff led up

like almost happened
at that condo on Widmer.

I'm gonna need 500 up-front,
earnest money.

And an equal split between you
and the other two.

I gotta ask my nigs.

You mean Pancake and Squeeze?

How do you know it was Pancake
and Squeeze doing it with me?

Saw you had priors together,

but I didn't know for sure
until just right now.

So thank you.

So look, if my dudes
is cool with this,

how am I get with you?

Don't worry about it.

When you said your father
was traveling,

I didn't think you meant
the highway to heaven.

Ran a data search.

Eleven days ago he was
transported here

in full cardiac arrest.

Merciful Jesus heard my prayers.

He's doing much better now.

No, he's not.
I chatted up a nurse.

They don't expect him
to last the week.

How long do you think
you can keep this a secret?

Long enough for a miracle.

And in the meantime you think
you're running the show?

I know.

I'm not gonna let everything

my father spent
a lifetime building

get picked apart by snakes
and vultures who see a weakness.

Seems like you already
got people in the organization

freelancing behind your back.

Running whores out of your own
buildings, doing murders.

People loyal to my father.

Many of them.

I can count on you, yes?

After you lied to me?

Said he had
the gas station whack handled?

When the guy
can't even open his eyes?

At the last time there was
an Armenian jump-off,

that Old World hitman, Margos,
crawled out of the woodwork.

A nice choirgirl like you,

y-you don't want any part
of that kind of bloodbath.

And if he could talk, he'd tell
you the same goddamn thing.

I would like
those names, please.

You paid for 'em.

You got much bigger problems
than these idiots.

Eleanor wasn't kidding when she
said she had an eye for detail.

She described her attacker
right down to the pock mark.

Yeah, right before she
got medivaced to Cedars.

Yeah, said the guy had
the b.o. of a cadaver.

If you two can stave off Tina's
paparazzi, start on skid row.

I don't get it. This woman
could have anything she wants.

Is saving a few bucks
worth a couple stab wounds?

When it comes to Louis,
Gucci, and Fendi.

Coach, Prada, Chanel.

You know, and if you're on
a budget: Dooney and Bourke.

Every time her bag passes off
as the real thing,

when her friends pay through the
nose on Rodeo Drive, she wins.

You know, it's the thrill
of the kill.

Are they hearing themselves?

It's a girl thing.
You guys just don't get it.

Like us trying to understand
why you guys love your balls

so much that you gotta play
pocket pool all the time.

Hernan just texted me.

Everything went smooth
on his end.

Got props for getting
his people out.

Called for a meet tonight.
He's got some intel.

Better be worthwhile, after
the ass reaming I just took.

I'll get the team.

No need for everyone.
I'll take Ronnie.

Okay.

The check you gave me
on Shane today, I heard you.

As long as he's on your team,
I'll make it work.

If it was up to me,
you'd be staying too.

You're out of here.

It's a done deal.

Claudette's been playing you
since the day I showed up.

She figured you'd be
easier to handle

if you thought
there was a future here.

Meanwhile, orchestrating things
so there won't be.

I'm really sorry, man. I wish
there was something I could do.

You gave it to me straight.

That's big.

We'll be working together
for a while yet.

Claudette's not the only
player at the table.

I just don't get it.

You risk your life
for something that's a knockoff

of something that's
already a knockoff.

Yeah, to haul what?

Tampons and the rest of their
girl shit around?

Get a lunch box, whack a mugger,
at least you'll draw some blood.

Chicks are nuts.

African American male, twenties,
I.D.'d Juneteenth Freeman,

out on parole, found unconscious
in an alleyway

with his testicles cut off.

Some ex is probably carting
his stundeens around

in her knockoff Louis Vuitton.

Paid for with his money.

It's not the only castration.

There's another one
up at Mission Cross.

African American also.
I'll need you to follow up.

Missing bags maybe you boys
can relate to.

Women can be
the coldest winter ever.

Yeah, no shit.

Thank you, thank you.

Just another dirty day
at the office.

That's some perfume
you're wearing.

Oh shit.

Casa Chanel over here

decided to throw
homemade shit balls at us.

Not before we had to haul him
out of the sewer.

I'll take him.
You guys get cleaned up.

No. Don't deny me the pleasure

of throwing his skanky ass
into the cage.

Hey, man, wanna swing by a dive,
take the edge off?

What, I extend an invite,
you throw shade?

C'mon, man, what's that about?

I know what you did to Lem.

So don't "Hey, man" me.

All right?

Vic had to spin what happened
like I'm the antichrist.

Because he knows that
if it wasn't for him,

Lem would still be alive today.

And that is
the God's honest truth.

Vic didn't pull the pin
on that grenade, did he?

That was all you.

What happened was a tragedy.

But it was also
goddamn inevitable.

You even start any horseshit
about how you were

protecting all of us, I will
throw down with you right now.

Look, I don't wanna
fight with you.

Man, I got no beef
with you at all.

What about this journal?

You write all this shit down.

Everything on paper
that we have done.

And you're trying to blackmail
us, and that is no beef?

No, no, no, no.
What am I missing?

Did Vic tell you about it?

Or did you actually read it?

Are you telling me
he's lying to me?

No. No, I wrote it down.

All 24 pages.

Every God-awful thing.

Why don't you ask Vic
to show you page one.

He burned it.

You know why?

Because he doesn't want anyone
reading the first paragraph.

About how he shot
and killed Terry.

While I stood there and watched.

Look, I have been lying,
covering up,

bleeding out of
my goddamn anus, man,

for three years,
trying to protect him.

If you ever get tired of Vic
walking you around on a leash,

and you wanna hear
the real and the raw...

call me.

This building here.

Are you sure this is right?

The Captain's
applied for a warrant.

This place is gonna get shut
down tomorrow or the next day.

It's the last chance.

Hello?
Hi.

What are you looking for?

My friend said that you might
know of a place

that might have Fendi clutches?

You come.

Wait.

You come.

Please, please.

I'm not sure about this.

Just keep thinking Louis.

Besides, I'm packing.

Look, we deserve it
after the day we had, right?

Hell, yeah.

We got pelted
with shit balls this afternoon.

Meth-head puked all over me
first thing this morning.

We deserve this every day.

I get new Prada next week.

You come back.
I give you good deal.

Next week might not work.

Hernan was a no-show.

Did he pass along any intel
through the girl?

Why the Salvas are lookin'
to beef up their firepower?

No specifics.

Only that something major
was about to go down.

Salva captains and the Byz Lats
set a meet for tomorrow night.

Negotiate terms.

And now Hernan will have a seat
at the table.

No. He's on a plane
to El Salvador right now.

I don't know when
he's coming back.

Well, there goes our best lead
on the San Marcos case.

Which means we went through
all that gun shop bullshit

for no goddamn reason.

Hiatt got in a jam
with Claudette.

We're no closer to breaking
the San Marcos murders,

or knowing what the Salvadorans
were gonna do with those guns.

Why would he jerk us off
like that?

They sent him to El Salvador
until the heat dies down.

Way I see it,

Hernan fingered that
chopped-up guy as the snitch.

Framed the guy, to throw
suspicion off of himself.

Salva bosses had him killed,
made Hernan dump the body?

Hernan did more than
just set this guy up.

He did the chopping.

He's in all the way now.

Nothing else makes sense.

The guy he got dead
chose the life.

Probably had it coming.

Yeah. But Hernan's
gotta live with what he did now.

No different
than why you shot Terry.

Had to be done. Right?

Shane tell you that?

Page one of Shane's memoirs
wasn't exactly new information.

It's difficult to prove.
Fortunately for you.

I wish you'd have
been straight with me,

instead of living
a secret every day.

I could have looked out
for you better.

What I need to know...
is when we can finally

leave this all in the past...

where it belongs.

That's quite a cut job you did
on those two black dudes.

I bet the other one, Pancake,
and his jewels

are halfway to Alaska by now.

It was maybe too much?

I didn't have time
to make a better decision.

I'm certain
you got your point across.

You'll also find the names
and addresses of the men

responsible for what happened
at the gas station.

Rezian's people.

Doesn't do me much good

without evidence implicating
them in a crime.

They're prepared to provide
any details you need.

They're gonna confess,
just like that?

Yeah.

For the sake of their families
and their children back home.

They know, the Armenian way,
they suffer first.

That's an Armo first,
giving up your own tribe.

Even if it's your worst enemy,

differences get settled
in-house.

You want to cure cancer,
you cut it out.

It's only a matter of time
before Rezian finds out

your father's out of the game.

If he hadn't already.

When he does,
he's gonna come after you

with everything he's got.

You're not ready for that.

I don't care how many
balls you got

dangling from
your rearview mirror.

You think this is what I want?

This is for my father.
Oh, come on.

Just 'cause your father
was in the life,

doesn't mean you have to be
Daddy's little gangster.

My father is not a gangster.

He's a man who survives.

Who taught me history
at the dinner table every night,

about Armenia,
about the promises of freedom.

All these promises
that were always broken.

He made me understand
the difference between

the future and the past.

Everything was taken
from my people.

He taught me never to let that
happen to us again.

So I won't.
I won't let that happen to him.

My father still has
a lot of men loyal to him.

And now I have you.