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–Move. Move! –Go, boy!

Here we go. Get him.

Get out of town.

–Blast right now. –That's me.

Love you.

There you are. Oh, get out.

–Damn it. –Respect me, bitch.

I love you too, baby.

All right, we're going again.

–Everything cool with Mara? –Yeah, why?

I don't know. Seemed like she was in a mood or something.

Shit.

Everything's fine.

Just that this first trimester's like a 90-day PMS ride.

Yeah, or maybe she thinks you're not taking it so seriously?

–We're getting married, aren't we? –Set a date?

–No, not yet. –What about a ring?

I bought her a Lexus. She can wear that on her finger.

–She knows I love her. –Yeah, dude.

But a ring lets her show the rest of the world that you love her.

You getting your vagina waxed next week?

Man, come on. You gotta stop that.

Well, you gotta pony up for the rock.

–Yeah. –Hey, it's me.

I need you down at the storage unit ASAP.

–Where's Lem? –He's with me.

Is there a problem?

Not on the phone.

Got here as quick as I could.

Figured we'd catch another case. Who knew it'd be this soon?

–Maybe it's a sign. –What's the situation here?

Actually, it's pretty quiet. Seems to be a total lack of a situation.

The message said there was a drug dealer working here.

Well, I may have over-exaggerated the police nature of this call.

And I suppose you've got a key to one of those rooms in there.

We've been dancing around each other for a couple of years.

I'm just wondering what would happen if we ran out of excuses.

–I'm on duty. –I'm not.

–You got a pager if they need you. –I've got a boyfriend.

–We already established that. –It's really not a good idea.

You're right. You should get back.

What am I supposed to do with Koto?

Do you need to get that?

That's what voice mail's for.

That's the hello line.

Quiet!

Hello?

Hi, Mama. It's Toya.

Trish, you all right?

Nothing. Just chilling.

–I ain't gonna make it by for dinner. –Can you say where you are?

I'm gonna kick it with some friends tonight.

Holler at Walon for me, all right?

I love you too, Mama.

Trish is in trouble. Walon too.

–No more calls. –Why? What's up, boo?

That white dude you hooked us up with is a cop.

–Oh, no. No way. –Undercover.

–Quit clowning. –I just got confirmation.

Where you heard that?

What do you know about him?

Tips good. Drinks Scotch. Shitty marriage. You know.

I thought we were coming here to have some fun.

We could be in some shit.

–You included. –Fifties can't do nothing.

–You ain't even done the whack yet. –No, but I agreed to.

You'll stick with me till I can get this shit taken care of.

All right.

Just let me check my face.

–Who is it? –It's me. Open up.

What's going on?

There's money missing.

–How much? –We're 7 G's short.

I was going through the stash, getting rid of the marked bills.

Couldn't find a few. So I did a count.

–We're missing 7000. –Including some marked money.

–You sure you counted right? –I triple-checked.

Somebody dip in…

before shit hit the fan? –I didn't take squat.

Don't even look at me.

If somebody did, speak up now, it's forgiven.

Important thing is to figure out where the money was spent…

before Treasury gets a whiff.

I'm serious.

We're the only people who knew it was here and the only people with a key.

Last chance.

Oh, come on.

We've been a team through all of this.

Now, who took it?

Trish was able to make the call, so let's assume her cover's still intact.

–But Walon was made for sure. –What's the emergency?

–Walon and Trish. –Any idea where Trish was?

No, we're tracing it. I'm gonna need four units ready to roll.

Decoy Squad's been working undercover on a murder-for-hire sting.

Farmtown Twelves been doing contract hits, making them look like drive-bys.

Since when is the Decoy Squad a gang detail?

Trish was our best way into the case.

Walon's supposed to drop the money for the hit.

We've got to get him before the Twelves do.

–You try his cell? –He was worried he'd be searched.

Which raises the question how this happened.

More important question is, how are we getting our people back?

Claudette's got us on goddamn janitor duty the last month…

meanwhile Walon's out hunting down banger trophies.

I didn't take that money.

Okay.

Think there's any chance Tavon swung with it?

It's not enough you put him on life support…

now you gotta call him a thief?

Look, if he knew about the money, he would've come to us for a piece.

Just so you know…

I'm getting Mara an engagement ring.

All right.

–Don't go hog-wild. –I'm not. I'm going through Taylor.

You're using a fence to buy your wife a ring?

He knows this guy who sells them wholesale.

–It's on the level. –Why not go to the jewellery mart?

Because Taylor's guy's cheaper and I don't speak Farsi.

May I help you?

I just gotta get my corn rows tightened.

What up, homegirl?

–Man, I'm straight with you. –I need another favour.

Yeah, well, you're fresh out of favours, One Time.

You're not hearing me too well under there.

I can see why Pretty Boy drops the cheese…

to keep his female looking tight. –Think he'll keep her when he hears…

she's been going out with a Spooktown soldier?

–Still sleeping with the enemy, Desiree? –No.

Trick question.

We know you are.

I'm just trying to get my hair did.

I need to know who in the Twelves is selling hits.

Pretty Boy don't talk business with me.

Coo in his ear.

You got half an hour or I start cooing in his.

–Hands where I can see them. Now. –Hands up.

Let me see your hands.

Clear in the back.

–Storeroom clear. –All clear.

–Canvass it. –What's going on?

The Farmtown Twelve made a call from this phone an hour ago.

–Where'd they go? –Don't know.

What were they doing here?

–I let them use my office sometimes. –Why?

Beats having them burn it down.

Desiree. Thirty seconds to spare.

I was just about to call Pretty Boy.

Let him know his number one cooch was on the loose.

Kaliel Wilks. Street name, Li'l Psych.

Any idea where we can find him?

Yeah, well, you work on Pretty Boy.

–He gives you anything, call me. –I'm running it.

Got the address where Walon's making the meet.

I got the name of their guy who runs contract hits. Kaliel Wilks.

–Got a reputation as a bit of a psycho. –Ever hear of him?

No, but Shane's on it.

You have any idea how their cover got blown?

Maybe they tailed Walon.

Walon might stink, but he's not sloppy.

Rapist works in the area.

Delivering pizza, cable-TV guy, meter reader, who knows.

He uses his job as camouflage and scopes out his next victim?

Exactly. Thanks for coming out on your own time.

I'm learning tons.

Still, gotta be raising hell with your social life.

Please, I kicked my social life to the kerb last week.

This guy bought me this tennis racket…

so we could hit together, then he insisted I leave it at his place.

Talk about control issues.

–Cop? –No. Just some guy.

I play.

–Yeah, you any good? –Yes. I am, actually.

Well, I'd say that we should hit together sometime, but I'm lousy.

Probably bore you.

I'm not that good.

Think I want this goddamn ulcer?

–I didn't take that money. –Nobody in here took anything.

–You gonna ask Shane? –I'd bet on his loyalty…

before I'd bet on your math skills.

When we're done with this, I want you to go back with Lem, count again.

Check the lock for tampering.

Got a picture of our homey. Kaliel Wilks, a.k.a Li'l Psych.

–What took so long? –No rap sheet.

–Had his Marine Corps file. –He's a jarhead?

Was. Duked it out with his CO, they booted him. Section Eight.

Let's see how he feels with our size 11s up his ass.

We've got 90 minutes until the meet.

Plainclothes has secured the area.

We'll roll out in 10 to take our positions.

–ID'd our trigger boy. Combat-trained. –Shit.

Make copies for everyone.

Once Walon's secure, I'll call to scoop up the Twelves.

–What if Trish isn't with them? –Make them tell us where she is.

The captain and I will set up in a surveillance van.

–How long's Trish been into this guy? –He just popped up a few weeks ago.

Walon kept her on the sidelines.

She went to work at Polebusters, got close to the Twelves.

Polebusters? She's under as a stripper?

Cocktail waitress. She cosied up to the bangers.

They bragged about their murder-for-hire racket.

She introduced them to Walon.

And his murder they'll do for free.

Tell me what I have to do to get back in.

You hired a thief to break into your home, a thief that…

No jury's gonna believe a murderer over a cop.

–Your sister-in-law corroborated him. –My lawyer says it's hearsay.

DA's spinning it, so the department has no choice but to wash their hands.

I need you to talk to them.

–Tommy, you can't come back. –It wasn't my fault.

I know you didn't mean for this to happen. I can only imagine your pain.

I can't have you working here.

I'll do what I can so you don't serve jail time.

–Jail time? –You have to look out for yourself now.

And you still have friends here.

Tommy?

What are you doing, man?

Aceveda's making me clean out my locker.

Walon and Trish are missing?

Yeah, they fell off the grid a few hours ago.

–Let me help. –Tommy.

Just tell me what I can do.

Why don't you come to the house this weekend, we'll watch De La Hoya?

Sure.

What the hell is up with that guy?

Doesn't look like he's bird-watching.

–Hang on, pal. –What's up?

Wanna tell me what you're doing back here?

Oh, just now?

Check the occupant.

–Hands behind your back. –I have permission.

–Hands behind your back. –No…

Sorry to bother you. We apprehended a man looking through your window.

Yo, girl.

It's all good. Dude with her.

–What's wrong? –Honey, tell them to take these off me.

–Do you know this man? –Married to him long enough.

–He's your husband? –I told you.

–No one's breaking the law. We're… –Playing.

Right. Role-playing on the way to work.

With our friend.

Six hours out there, all we get is a practising cuckold.

See something like that, you wonder if we shouldn't stay home, read the Bible.

Thanks, my partner already does that. How you gonna solve this one?

You don't hope for another victim. But the fact is…

this guy hasn't made the mistake's gonna get him caught yet. Sorry.

Yeah. Well, thanks a lot.

See any Twelves yet? Or Walon?

No, nothing yet.

Sit tight.

Farmtown crew coming in.

Any sign of Trish?

Negative.

Psych's not with them either.

I got Walon.

–Where? –You should see him.

Shit. Trish isn't with him either.

–Pick up Walon. –Give Trish a few more seconds.

They're gonna make him.

Pick him up.

I got it.

Cover's been blown.

Okay. Ready?

Let's move on these assholes.

Trish called the hello line. It's a set-up.

–Where is she? –Still missing.

–What do we know? –Not much.

–Stop them. –We'll shake them down…

find where Trish is. –No.

Li'l Psych will make her. Let these guys check in.

Walon says we should let these guys go.

Keep Trish's cover intact.

Trish can take care of herself.

Pull them.

Shane, Ronnie, abort. Abort.

I think I forgot my wallet.

Let them go.

What do you mean, he didn't show up?

Well, how'd he know not to show?

I got one more job to do.

I gotta grease that witness, pick up a quick 10 grand.

Then we get the hell out of town.

Just sit tight.

What you got for me, daddy?

How do you say you met this cop?

I didn't know he was a cop. Why we gotta keep talking about this, boo?

You know something, you better spit it now.

He's just some white cat that I met up in the club…

wanted his business partner killed.

Please stop. Please?

–How long you known him? –Few months.

If he's a cop, then I'm in deep shit too.

I know.

I'll take care of both of us.

Yeah, I'll bet you will.

Here…

sniff this.

Real power shit.

No.

I want a clear mind our first time.

We lost the Twelves in the subway.

Didn't you have surveillance in place?

The plan was to take everybody down. You had us abort it.

Look, every available unit is in on this.

–Who's shaking the trees? –We're taking off right now.

Any idea how you got made?

Any idea?

–It's the mole. –What mole?

The mole in the system, the one I told you about.

Keeps warning the Twelves every time a warrant is put through.

–We never discussed a mole. –IAD's tracking it for me.

–It's in my case notes last week. –I didn't see that.

It's in the case notes. You have people in the field…

and no clue what they're doing?

Hey, easy. If there's a mole, it's not Claudette's fault that you got made.

It is if she's submitting wiretap requests for us.

–I sent one yesterday. –Jesus.

All right, I'll call IAD and see if they're zeroing in on this mole.

What else aren't you reading?

You and Trish's names were not used. I only used the case number.

–Her cover is still good. –What if it's not?

I must have read this quickly. This mole thing just didn't register.

I don't get her back in one piece, I'll use every favour…

I've banked for the last 14 years to get your lazy ass fired.

Come on.

Everyone seems to have heard of Li'l Psych, but no one can locate him.

–What do you got? –IAD's look into the mole.

–They've only had the case a week. –They got shit.

Not exactly. They've narrowed it down to court offices on Hoover.

–How many employees there? –Twenty-six FTEs.

Give me five minutes, I'll find your mole.

–What does five minutes entail? –A shortcut you can live with.

I'll come with you.

–Ligature marks. –Both strangled manually.

–Time of death? –Off the top of my head, four hours ago.

Oh, for Christ… I was three blocks away then.

Landlord found them when he brought the mail in. This one's her daughter.

Been looking after her mom every day, apparently.

–Goddamn it. –Always get this worked up?

I've been after this guy for a month.

Two people are dead because I didn't catch him.

Presence of semen on the older victim's abdomen.

The other victim wasn't raped?

–Have to wait for the coroner's report. –Three blocks. Horseshit.

It's gotta be the Cuddler.

Daughter came home, interrupted the rape.

Killed her, finished his business, then murdered the older woman.

Never gotten this violent. What makes you so sure it's your guy?

–It's him. –Witness give you anything?

What witness?

Saw a man leaving the building this morning.

Excuse me, ma'am. You saw someone leaving this house earlier?

–About 8. I was walking my dog. –Did you get a good look?

Well, he walked right past me.

I was picking up after my dog at the time.

You know, not enough people in this neighbourhood do.

You hear anything about Li'l Psych, you just buzz me pronto, all right?

These aren't stolen, right? I'm not giving my fiancée stolen shit.

No, no, no. Look, it's on the level, all right?

Hey, check this one out, right, this brother caught his fiancée bent over…

pulling a train with his groomsmen.

You can imagine his desire to relieve himself of it.

I'm trying not to.

–What else you got? –Okay.

Oh, that's a killer piece of ice.

What's the back-story?

Diamond guy I know had a bad run at the race track.

So he unloaded a little inventory on me below cost.

Yeah, it's beautiful.

Check out the four C's:

Cut, clarity, carats and colour.

Yeah, what about the fifth C, cost?

–Two grand. –Two grand.

You give a bitch a rock like that, she will get on all fours for you…

and bark like a dog. –She's my fiancée.

Two G's will keep her that way.

You got pounds of paperwork coming at you every day.

Detective duty on top of that. Anyone could've missed it.

Yeah.

Your real problem was going with the Decoy Squad…

and leaving your starters on the bench.

The gangs are our thing.

–Okay, listen up. –Attention, please.

Police. Everybody on your feet.

Let's go.

You, you, you.

You back there, and you two in the corner. Come with me.

–What's this about? –Police business. Keep typing.

I'm getting Judge Banks.

Faster than that.

–Where you from? –Detroit.

–Santa Monica. –Go sit down.

–You? –Jersey City.

–Compton. –You go, you stay.

–You? –Leimert Park.

Inglewood.

–Where'd you go to school? –Belmont.

–How about you? –Wilson.

Oh, that's bad for you. It's not in Compton.

–I moved to Farmington when I was 10. –What block you live on?

Earl Street.

You two, split.

–You know any Farmtown Twelves? –Who didn't?

–You been giving them a heads up? –No.

Sure you did. You gave up a wiretap yesterday. You gave up a cop.

–No. –Here comes the judge.

I'm gonna have the big boy here…

crawl up your ass, find out who you been hanging with.

How much you wanna bet he finds gang ink on your taint?

Answer now or spend the next eight to 10 wishing you had.

–Raheem Pyrums. Pretty Boy. –What the hell is going on here?

Judge Banks. We need a warrant.

I'm gonna barely be able to make rent this month.

But the look on Mara's face will make it all worth it.

You think there's any chance Vic took that money?

What?

He's getting a divorce, a mortgage, rent.

Kid with special needs.

It's not like he hasn't taken the money before.

Shut the hell up.

Who's Nancy?

Police. Open up.

Man, ease up on my door. That's real oak, that ain't home-centre shit.

–Hands against the wall, Pretty Boy. –Desiree.

Spending a quiet day at home with your man, huh? Must be love.

Turn around, honey. Spread them.

Y'all go on and search. Ain't nothing on me.

Sit your ass down, skid mark.

Looking for your boy Psych and some bar skank he's hanging with.

–We ain't seen or spoke in weeks. –Really?

I got a county clerk crying how she gave you and him…

some police intel just yesterday.

Tell us where Li'l Psych and the woman are, we'll forget we were here.

Y'all don't know nothing.

Oh, I know a few things.

Maybe a few that might surprise you.

You wanna know what I know, Chunk?

Go on and tell them where Psych at.

You shut your face.

Look, you said yourself he was nothing but trouble.

Why you think they call him psycho?

Don't let that fool bring the whole crew down.

–Call him up. –Hell, no.

You know what, forget this. I ain't messing with no fool.

And I damn sure ain't waiting around for no jailbird neither.

Now, you call him or I'm out the door.

A little rounder.

Yeah. Yeah, like that. That's perfect.

Let's see.

–You said you got a good look at him. –Yeah, that's him.

This is an ear attached to a head.

It's a pretty good drawing.

Did he have a couple of eyes? Maybe a nose and a mouth?

–Don't take that tone with me. –This doesn't help us.

He walked by quickly.

And as I think I mentioned, I was scooping poop at the time.

I just heard.

You okay?

Aceveda didn't lift a finger for me. What am I gonna do? Work security?

Hey, we all end up there in 20 years anyway.

Tommy, you got some big stuff hanging over your head right now.

Hey, you got him to give you your job back.

Different situation.

You know what to say. Maybe he'll listen.

All right.

–You don't wanna talk to him. –No. Look, I will.

–You think this was my fault. –No, I don't.

You name a night and I'll have you over for dinner.

We can talk about where you should go.

Oh, you mean God's plan? Yeah, thanks.

Appreciate it.

Gotta do this hit and get paid. Let's go.

I don't know why you dragging me in this. I don't wanna see that.

You brought that cop in to buy a hit. That makes you just as guilty.

Might as well be in on the shit. Yeah?

Li'l Psych. Where you at?

Going to that job on Doyle Street.

–Already? –I'm about 10 minutes out.

–You know the spot, right? –2130 Doyle. Why?

I'm just making sure you know.

You holler back when you finished, I'll cash you out.

–What the hell are you doing? –I got you an address.

If I told him to stop, he'd have known something was up.

–Mark's in there? –Ratted on a G, so his Christmas…

is getting cancelled. –Look, boo, the cops are after us.

Maybe we should just bounce on out of here.

I don't get my paper till this snitch starts leaking.

It's on.

No. What the hell you doing?

Vic.

What happened? Trish.

Get an ambulance.

Can you talk?

Grey Monte Carlo. I got the plate.

–It says “To Nancy, Love Donald.” –Really?

I checked our computers. It was reported stolen two weeks ago.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

–I told you to get a ring that wasn't hot. –Yeah, but you gave me the code.

–What code? –Well, you winked.

–Like this was on the hush-hush. –I didn't wink.

–Yes, you did. –No, I didn't.

How did you expect to get a $10·000 rock for 2, huh?

Can you get me one that's on the level?

Yeah, but it's gonna cost you like 3 or 4.

Just get me a ring that I can use.

Okay. Okay.

Paul and Chris spotted the licence-plate number you gave us.

I had them hang on so you could hook him up.

Thanks.

–At least your stuff was good. –Let's go.

It's a relief that you're all right.

A little worse for the wear, but I was never the Miss America type.

I had to do some coke to keep my cover.

I'll put an injury on duty for you. Do you need to see a doctor?

I should get checked out for STDs. Get the morning-after pill.

Son of a bitch.

If you feel like you need to talk to somebody…

I put a guy out of the murder business.

I'm okay.

–So sorry, Trish. –That's cool.

Of course, that may be the coke talking.

You ready?

–Hey. Didn't expect to see you so soon. –This is Hunter, my boyfriend.

Can we talk to you?

Sure.

Tell him what you told me.

Tell him.

What happened today was a mistake.

It can't happen again.

And?

I'm with Hunter. Don't call me.

Got that?

Elderly victim. Same geo-profile.

Apartment was visible, just like the others. It's gotta be him.

Lucas said they found semen at the scene.

–I thought your guy didn't ejaculate. –Maybe he found killing arousing.

This guy makes the first killings of his life…

and then spends the next couple hours cuddling?

I thought the other rapes were in the early evening. This was early morning.

Danny, you saw me put my gun in my locker, right?

Yeah, I think so.

I can't find it.

I'll be right back.

Tommy? What are you doing?

Walk away.

Okay, Tommy, get out of the car.

–My lawyer says I should plead. –You don't have to do any…

I'd get less than a year in a prison.

We can make sure that the truth comes out.

–Truth is I probably deserve more. –You don't. Come on.

We can talk about this.

Look, man, you got people inside who care about you. Julien, me.

–We know what you're going through. –Yeah, I can see that.

Let me talk to Aceveda.

He's got pull. He can use it if he wants to. I can make him change his mind.

–So now you'll talk to him? –Yeah. I should have done it before.

Tommy, you still got family. Let us help you.

Okay.

Get Aceveda.

Give me the gun.

Let's hear what Aceveda's got to say first.

Okay.

All right, good.

Hey, officer in distress. Outside. Officer in distress. Officer in dis…

–This way. –Shot fired.

What's going on?

–Move, move. –I got it.

–Right there, keep down. –Somebody radio for a paramedic.

Radio for a paramedic.

The department's providing a counsellor tonight.

You two can leave early to attend.

–He was a coward. –He thought the job was all he had left.

Yeah, and we have to clean up his mess again.

Session's at 8:00 at the Fischman Center.

Thanks, I think I'll pass.

–So? –We're 7 G's short.

Just like Ronnie said.

–And the lock? –Not a scratch.

And besides, who's gonna steal 7 grand and leave a fortune behind?

So which one of us did it?

None of us did it.

Look, this whole Tommy thing's got us all a little raw.

Ronnie reported the money missing.

Lem didn't even wanna steal it in the first place.

So when you gonna talk to him?

–Day from hell, huh? –Yeah, worst on record.

If they don't realise it yet, you're the one who got them back safely.

I thought you were talking about Tommy.

That too.

What about that murder-rape?

First it felt like the Cuddler, but then I threw that out.

Your first instinct's pretty good. What's your gut say?

The daughter showed up. He killed her to keep from getting caught.

Murder excited him. So much so that he finally orgasmed.

He gets off on murder?

But why would he cuddle for hours afterwards?

Witness saw a man leaving the house well after the time of death.

Maybe he left and came back.

Back to the house. Bodies hadn't been discovered.

See what he'd done.

Show the whole world just how potent he really is.

Sick. It's plausible.

You gonna see that counsellor?

There's something else I've been putting off.

Listen, Julien, sometimes suicide puts thoughts in people's heads, you know.

Why don't you go with me, see what that guy has to say?

That's the last thing on my mind right now. I'm in a much better place.

I've got Vanessa. Randall.

–We're gonna start our own family. –All right.

Call me if you wanna talk.

Okay.

It's late. You've missed your last three appointments.

I'm a cop. My schedule's kind of crazy. Can you just get me in now?

When you're done, place the specimen here.

There are some visual materials there if you like.

Okay.

Where is she?

Whoa, take it easy, man.

–Stay out of this. –Hey, I'm with you.

Come here.

She belongs behind a desk.

Not messing with what we do on the street. Doesn't mean anything.

–She's got Aceveda and the chief. –You think I give a shit about that?

She's been playing both of us against each other from the jump.

Now, if we start playing ball together…

She can't command if we don't let her.

Great minds think alike.

Do you need anything? We're closing up in five minutes.

I'm fine.

–Yeah? –It's me.

I'm sorry about before. He caught me in a lie.

He kept wanting more details.

–I didn't wanna lie anymore. –How are you?

I have some things I have to work out. I've been with him for four years…

I understand.

–Don't do anything on my account. –I know.

Sorry you got put in this position.

I'm not.

Okay.

Okay.

You think you can buy me off?

Sit down.

–I'm cleaning. –Just sit down.

Come on, just sit down.

Playing my favourite song's not gonna work either.

It's for the baby.

–What if it's a girl? –Just open it.

It's incredible.

I've just been such a pain.

–It's just that being alone… –Don't worry about it.

–And dealing with my mother… –You're not your mother.

And I'm nothing like my father.

This thing's gonna work.

Oh, baby.

–I love you. –I love you too.

Vic?

Hey. What's going on, man?

–Bad timing. –No.

We just got engaged. Officially.

Look.

–That's nice. –What's up, man?

It can wait.

–You sure? –Yeah.

You celebrate. Celebrate.

Hello?

Detective Wyms, sorry. Can I help you?

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