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Wheelchair to Admitting.

Wheelchair to Admitting.

I'm on. I'm on it.

–5′7″, short hair. –Christ.

–Are you okay? –You didn't have to come.

–What happened? –I was patching up this Asian guy…

and I saw he had a gunshot wound to the arm.

When I went to call it in, he freaked out.

Damn it.

You know, nothing's broken. I'll be okay.

I got all the details.

–Any gang tats? –No, just track marks.

He's either on something or off his meds.

I told you this place was a zoo.

Come on, I'll take you home.

I can get a ride.

No lectures, I promise.

–He's still working with Matt? –Not now.

What happened?

I'm okay. Some guy just went off at the hospital.

–Jesus. –Calm down.

–Gonna get Matt worked up. –He can handle feelings.

–You an expert on my son now? –I am.

–Vic. –Mommy?

–Mommy had an accident. I'll be okay. –Cassidy, go get your homework out.

–I'll help you in a minute. –I can handle things here.

Because you're an expert on my whole family.

No.

You should come down to the Barn, look at the mug books.

Is that a good idea? I mean, he knows where you work.

What's to stop him from coming back and hurting you?

I'm what's stopping him.

She picks him out, I find him…

make sure he knows going back isn't an option.

It's not worth it. I mean, just leave it alone.

You know I wouldn't ask you to do this, if I didn't think it was safe.

I'll call you. We'll figure it out.

Fine. You let me know.

–Sir, Aurora's on the phone. –Tell her I'm in a meeting.

Are you? Because I don't like lying to people.

I'm in a meeting.

Whatever you say.

–We heard dudes fighting or something. –Yeah?

Saw the gate. Merril always locks it.

–You guys did good, calling us. –Thanks.

Hey, hey, hey, wait here. Wait here, all right?

–I'll go right. –All right, I'll flank left.

No.

Danny!

There's a Merril Jindrich, runs the community centre…

says the name of the victim is Klee Jones. Local kid.

–Banger? –Kid had no ink.

No gang tags anywhere.

He painted this.

He's got others around the neighbourhood.

It's beautiful stuff.

I always wondered who the artist was.

We could get the Strike Team and the Decoy Squad…

to help us run down leads.

We don't know if it's gang or drug related.

I wanna give Walon more cooling-off time.

Right now all we have is a homicide.

This boy wasn't just murdered.

He was lynched. You better know there's a difference.

I know. You two can handle it.

–How's the stomach? –Doc's got me on scrips.

Listen. I can understand you not wanting to say anything…

in front of the others.

But if you took our missing cash…

–Vic. –For any reason…

I promise, we'll make it all right. –Look, I didn't take it.

Okay, I just had to ask.

Well, you know what, man? Ask someone else.

Where's your mom and dad?

Dead.

Me and Klee pretty much raised each other.

You know of anyone who would wanna hurt your brother?

People barely notice him. He's so quiet.

–Everybody loved his paintings. –We saw.

They're amazing.

Ask Gitana.

I bet she's got something to do with this.

Who's that?

This Mexicali girl Klee hooked up with.

Her ex-boyfriend, all his friends, they're straight up gangsters.

Los Profetas.

Klee was different.

I mean, not all about getting at my ass and tits.

I mean, we'd talk about stuff.

Art, love, you know, life shit.

This made me realize I could do better for myself.

Better than Neron?

We understand your ex-boyfriend was a member of Los Profetas.

–Neron's a Cristo boy. –Didn't work out, huh?

He wanted me to go to church. Meanwhile, he's on the street thugging.

Klee's sister thinks that your gang affiliations have to do with his death.

A lot of the gangs was pissed about him painting over their tags.

Maybe Neron got jealous, you dating a black guy.

I'm fine…

but I'm not killing-fine.

I gotta ask you something…

I counted right the first time.

I counted right the last time and I didn't take the money.

Lem said you asked.

You ask Shane yet?

Sir.

I have Aurora.

No, I have her here.

Any leads on the lynching?

Claudette and Dutch are on it.

Anyone in custody?

Just witnesses. Why?

People are terrified.

The black leadership's convening a rally at the Hope Center.

–You need to go. –It's a crime scene, not a photo op.

This isn't for the cameras.

You've to say that you have everyone protected.

You sound like I'm checked out.

The last thing we need is for a dark-horse black candidate…

to capitalize on this. Run as an Independent.

Crazier things have happened in this state.

Well, I'm not worried.

I've given you space to get through whatever this is.

If you don't want to tell me what the problem is, I'll find out another way.

Sir, you need to take this call.

We heard some of the gangs were upset…

because his murals covered their tags.

He got some threats, talk mostly.

I think some of the gangs dug his stuff. It just wasn't cool to say so.

Now what?

Do I really wanna know?

Father Zavala. Stabbed five times.

Must have come out from the sacristy. Wounds are to the back and neck.

Any witnesses?

–Just the calling card. –One-Niner payback for Klee Jones.

–Klee wasn't a banger. –This is bigger than gang beefs.

He was a black boy hanging from a tree.

The One-Niners think the Los Profetas are responsible.

Zavala was their spiritual counsel.

Bring in the Strike Team.

Track down the Decoy Squad and use them too.

Now that we know it's gang related?

–Vic, we got trouble. –What's up?

It's the money-train fed.

He was asking me where Aceveda and Dutch are.

–What's he want? –Nothing we do.

Yeah, they told him to wait upstairs.

Detective, your team's needed right away.

–Any inside info on Los Profetas? –Killers with a conscience.

Got their piece of the street, usually keep to themselves.

–It's biblical, with these cats. –Eye for an eye time.

You cover the priest. We'll stay with the hanging.

Hey, look, in this hood, if a black kid ends up dead…

it's because a deal went bad, and someone's pissed off.

Guilty until proven white?

Yeah, maybe we should get the ACLU to solve it.

We'll look under our rocks, you look under yours.

These guys can't hear anything right now.

Let's check out the Niners first.

What's up, Tob?

What's this, “bring your daddy to work” day?

Community outreach. Neighbourhood's in mourning.

I see that.

–Take the Shriners outside. –All right, let's go, pops. Let's go.

Let's talk.

Give up the booth, Twizzy.

–Where's Kern at? –I think he's in Prague, touring.

19 Playaz, huh?

–One-Niners funding that tour? –We're creative partners.

Kern's put a lot of faith in you guys.

Bet he'll be disappointed when he finds out you knifed a priest.

You'll be disappointed when you find out we didn't.

No? Then who wrote “One-nine” across his face?

He was tagged, asshole.

What kind of crew you running here?

One hand don't know who the other hand's stabbing?

Look, if one of mine did it, I'll find out.

Make sure you give him a medal for it.

People loved that kid's murals, but I didn't order no hit on no priest.

But, at least, now the Prophets know what it's like to lose a local hero.

You wanna tell me why you were breaking bread with the thugs?

–Like he said, community outreach. –You went to them for protection?

–Don't make me dig deeper. –You see that billboard?

Can you read it? I can't.

Decade ago, this whole block was black-only.

Now, me, Perry, all that's left.

Latin gangs hit my liquor store 19 times in the past year.

Paying out to the One-Niners isn't robbery?

Banger gets shot in a drive by, that's one thing.

You put on the colours, you live and die the life.

But that boy, the painter, he was just trying to do good.

You know, we got grandsons coming up in this neighbourhood.

One-Niners might be the only thing keeping them from the noose.

You wanna feel safe, you come to me.

I heard that for the first time 40 years ago, after Watts.

Been hearing it ever since from you boys, every few years.

Los Profetas didn't rope that guy.

Is that what the Niners think?

Is that why they killed Father Zavala?

Your ex-girlfriend had nothing to do with it?

Gitana?

Gitana was just a hit, like nothing real.

You think going to weekly confession exempts you from being a shitbag?

Klee Jones saw an ugly world, tried to make it a little more beautiful.

He gave back. What'd you give?

What's everybody getting so torn up about?

–There's dudes getting dead every day. –This dude…

was lynched.

–I thought he was hung? –Lynching is being hung.

–You ever read a history book? –I tried not to.

Lynching's what they used to terrorize the ex-slaves.

That's how the Klan dealt with race-mixers.

If I'm gonna do somebody…

I'm not gonna look for a tree and a rope…

when there's a million guns lying around.

David.

Shut down street trade and lock them up? How you gonna follow up on that?

A rally in two hours, I don't want bloodshed.

Using that guy as your errand boy is a short-term fix.

That's all we got time for.

Now get him out of here so he can pass on the message.

Look what crawled out of the gutter.

Thought you guys were deep in that homeless-torching thing?

–Six days of undercover gone to shit. –What happened?

–Claudette brought us for this lynching. –Why?

It's pure gangland. It's not a Decoy thing.

Oh, I'm sure she's got a plan.

Why the hell did you pull us off?

I want Trish and Annie in the community rally.

You want my team pressing a crowd?

Two homicides have created enough racial tension…

Three homeless dead, another will be toast…

because you can't keep… –Stop that right there.

Last week you tanked a case, now you want us as mall security.

–It's bullshit. –I made a mistake.

I start digging in your jacket, I won't find a few?

None that almost killed a cop.

If you can't find it within yourself to work with me, fine.

You're docked. Catch up on paperwork.

You signing off on this?

The job gets done when we trust the decisions of our superiors.

–If he's out, we're all out. –There's a chair.

There's six weeks of F.I's to file.

Mr Rabinowitz?

I thought you were a doctor. I've been waiting here 40 minutes.

–You were mugged? –Corman Street.

This man jumps from nowhere with a pipe…

yells, “Give me your money.” –And you did?

Yes. And then he smashed my knee.

Took my streimel.

–He didn't have to hit you. –What did I say?

When these things happen, we must be strong.

–Can you give us a description? –Asian, black hair.

Had a bandage on his arm.

Bandage?

Our arrest percentages are down 30 percent since we've been here.

We never had this at Wilshire.

–It's not right. –We gotta get free again.

This team is the assistant chief's baby.

Phillips will listen to me.

I just need a witness.

Look, I don't wanna be the one responsible for letting you slip away.

It'll all be off the record.

Phillips just needs to know that I'm not overreacting.

He does that sometimes.

–I can relate. –You can count me in as a witness.

Hold on, hold on.

You really want out?

Okay.

I'll back you up. But you gotta do the right thing.

I need Trish and Annie to work the rally.

My guys are the wrong shade of black.

Hey, Vic, you got a sec?

They're all yours.

Mugging call at Mission Cross, might be the guy who attacked your wife.

–Leads? –I'm tracking the stolen cards.

–Let me know. –Okay.

This guy hurt Corrine.

He can't come in feeling good about it.

What's the favour?

He turns up…

before you bring him in, you call me.

Okay.

Ready?

You bet.

We appreciate your support and your concern.

Our purpose for being here today…

is not to just to talk about this travesty that's happened…

but to create a forum…

for our awareness, answers.

Right now I'd like to turn over the mike to Reverend Leeman.

Would you all be kind enough to join hands, please?

Lord Jesus, we ask you to guide our hearts and our minds.

Renew our faith, O Lord, and open our eyes…

I hear you're responsible for having Trish and Annie change their minds.

Walon was way out of line.

Thanks.

No problem.

What do you guys got?

Not much conversation, but spotted six sporting One-nine ink.

–Couple baby bangers. –Four of them with unnatural bulges.

Okay, point them out to my guys.

They'll be the first ones we jump if this goes ugly.

Okay.

It's all stirred up, isn't it?

–Yeah. –Hey, Vic.

Sorry, boys, crusade's been cancelled.

Isn't a holy war, homes.

–Just come to listen. –You're too smart for this.

Come on, why don't you guys bounce on out of here.

Ladies and gentlemen, stay where you are. Let the police officers do their job.

This Captain Aceveda is right…

Hey, ese, you got balls coming here and break up our rally.

They're not looking to fight, neither are you.

No, we're just looking for a priest-killer, homes.

–Anybody hurt? –Everyone clear this area now,

or you will be arrested, clear the area now.

–You got a name for me? –Yeah, I got a lot of names for you.

–Keep that sense of humour. –Why are you locking me up?

We was there like anybody else, man.

No one else was jamming clips into semi-nines, asshole.

What? The thorn heads came up in there looking for blood and shit.

Talk through the fence, maybe some racial harmony will break out.

–Man, you ain't nothing but a rat. –What's up?

We found firecracker scraps. That's what incited the shootings.

Pol Com and the archbishop have riot fears.

They're pressuring us to bring in the FBI.

–Put the National Guard on stand by. –That's a bad move.

–Sends a message we've lost control. –Oh, so we haven't?

We'll solve these, calm the waters.

How much time before the feds show up?

The chief wants me reporting from here the next 24 hours.

That buys us some time. Let's see where we are by then.

I sense some disharmony between you and Tobar.

–Kern keeps us civilized. –Kern's in Europe.

–I should've come to you first. –Come to me about what?

I gave Tobar the chance to give up the Niner who offed the priest.

He blew it. I'm making you the same offer.

Okay, where's my upside?

When you give up the killer, with some proof…

I'll get you your boys out of lock up.

Let you do business rent free.

Come on, Mackey. Everybody knows you've been shut down.

You're not on the street enough to landlord.

I'm getting the keys to the city back.

Spoke to Lem and Ronnie.

When you gonna ask me about the cash?

Don't have to. None of us took it, none of us spent it.

Trail won't lead back to us.

Yeah, I believe Lem and Ronnie too.

But that seven grand didn't just spontaneously combust.

Now Aceveda's pulling his marked-money list from the safe.

He's hooking the Treasury guy up with Rodriguez.

Nothing's gonna lead back to us.

Okay. But if those flagged bills have anything to do with our missing cash…

I'd sure like to know who the hell's spending it.

Rodriguez, I thought you were pulling those like-crime stats for me?

Sorry. Wagenbach's working the hanging.

I got stuck working this Armenian-mob thing.

I'll be in the car, we better hurry. It's a long trip. Place closes at 4.

–Where you headed? –Some bank in Indio.

–Where the hell's that? –Palm Desert.

Sounds hot.

How did our cash end up in the desert?

It's not from the 20 grand Diagur took. Those marked bills were scooped up.

What gang's running meth through there?

I don't know. Aceveda and the chief had us out of the loop for months.

Street sweeps and dime-bag bust quotas let us lay low.

Laying low's kept us in the dark. We gotta get back to basics.

Plug back into the street intel.

Make ourselves indispensable to the department again.

Best defence is a good offence.

How we gonna get Aceveda and the chief to unleash us?

We won't have to. Walon's gonna do it for us.

Meantime, as long as there's no paper trail…

leading from the marked bills in Indio to us, we're golden.

How long was Klee painting that mural?

About two weeks.

Did you ever see anyone harass him, complain about it?

No.

–Did you ever talk to him at all? –No.

He was right across the street for two weeks. You never spoke to him?

–He didn't come in, buy a soda? –Didn't pay the boy that much attention.

Not an art lover, huh?

Oh, his painting's good and all that. Just sends the wrong message.

What message is that, sir?

You know, in this neighbourhood, you gotta choose a side.

I'm black. That's my side.

Should've been his side too.

Hey, Vic.

We pulled a match from the books.

Tung Yung? I wish I felt like laughing.

The other victim's in synagogue.

We're gonna need your wife to make a positive ID.

Okay.

Circulate this. There's a steak dinner in it…

for the first one who gets me a face-to-face with this prick.

My squad's being wasted here.

Aceveda twisted the chief's arm to get you guys.

He's got us reporting to Wyms. Burying us in commands. It's not working.

I got my problems with Wyms too. Aceveda threw her in the deep end.

It's not her fault she's drowning.

You want me to unplug you…

I'm gonna need a better argument than a personality clash.

Providing for the homeless is the mayor's pet project, right?

Yeah.

Might have a hard time explaining…

why your crack Decoy Squad was pulled off the homeless case…

to file month-old robbery reports.

I'll need details.

That's my case.

We're admitted six goddamn days.

Perfect cover…

–What? –I figured out why Tobar was flaking…

on giving up the knifer. –Why?

It was his boy, Link. You'll find the blade and bloody wear at his crib.

Good work.

Next thing, me and my team are ear-deep in Barn shit.

Hey, we got a break.

Murder weapon. Blood-stained Yankee jacket.

It's a slam-dunk.

–Great. –This job's still only half done.

Where are we on the hanging?

All of the likely suspects have come up clean.

He doesn't circulate in the usual world.

We're hitting dead ends.

Decoy Squad hit a dead end too?

Father Zavala was killed by gang violence.

–That's the Strike Team. –I know what the Strike Team does.

You have the Decoy Squad in your house too.

Why not put them on this?

Because they were docked for insubordination.

–You docked them? –I did.

We're keeping the lid on a racial pressure-cooker.

–I know that. –You put an entire special unit…

on a dead Latino priest and docked the team on the lynching of a black?

–That's not the truth. –The truth is whatever it looks like.

And this looks like racial prioritizing, councilman.

–Come on. –Yeah, yeah.

–About time you let us out of here. –Long enough to do this.

Elias Linkletter, you're under arrest for the murder of Father Oleos Zavala.

–This is shit. –No. This is proof.

Tob, man, I didn't kill him. I ain't killed no priest, Tob.

You can let this half go except for that one.

Aiding and abetting.

Hey, man, you hurt us, you hurt Kern.

Kern's licking caviar off a Czech whore's nipple.

He won't be too hurt.

–Tell me what's wrong. –Aurora…

I went to Rigoberto. Spoke to him.

Whatever your secret is, he's keeping it.

There's no secret.

You tell your cousin but not your wife?

A less secure woman might think there's someone else.

–Babe, I'm not screwing around. –You're hiding something.

–Please let this go. –What is it?

–Act like a husband. –Please.

Just trust me.

–Trust me. –Aurora.

I'm very scared, David.

Those guys I fought…

one of them assaulted me.

But you're okay now.

They tied my hands.

And they made me get on my knees.

They made you…

suck?

–Both of them? –Just one of them.

You didn't.

Wait, you're a cop. You're trained in…

I was alone. I was in… I was…

No, David.

How could you let that happen?

Because I wanted to live.

I wanted to live for you and Sophia.

I can't talk about this here.

I never saw that knife…

and I'd never be wearing no Yankee rag.

I was born in Boston. Man, I'd rather take a knife than wear N.Y.

I'm not sure if I'd use the Red Sox defence in a Dodger town.

That was a horrible thing they did to Klee Jones.

Lynching a brother's some wrong shit.

Maybe you wanted to send him a message.

Make sure it didn't ever happen again.

You got the right message, but the wrong messenger.

No, we don't.

You stabbed Father Zavala five times this morning.

No.

This morning?

–I was in my group. –Group?

Anger therapy.

Kern's shrink?

Been learning to keep my emotions in check.

He's probably lying about the therapy sessions, at least when he got there.

The parish raised bail for the Prophets.

One murder still unsolved and now all the players are back in action.

Put Walon's team in. Let them spend the night and see what they hear.

–You said you'd back me on that. –Just do it, already.

Hey. Whatever's been eating at you lately, don't take it out on her.

She's keeping this place glued together.

–That's enough, Dutch. –No.

You got her juggling a full detective load plus this supervisory post.

Then hang her out to dry? That's not leadership.

How's your detective load, Wagenbach?

Anything new on the sick bastard raping grandmothers?

No.

Hey, Cobalt, how's business?

Looking for a friend of yours, Asian guy trying to score painkillers.

–Aren't we all? –Mind if we take a look?

Mind letting me see a warrant?

That's okay. We'll just wait for him here.

Greet your customers.

Who you looking for?

He was around.

Tried to give me a ton of Sudafed, for a few Percocet.

–This is a cash-only slot. –Where'd you send him?

A Thai cat sells scrips out of a clinic on Hanover and Carmen.

Should be there in the morning.

Thanks.

His anger-management alibi checks out.

He's got a shrink and eight fellow hotheads who can account for his time.

How did the knife and bloody sweatshirt get in his place?

I'll follow up on that. I need a minute.

–What is it? –I bet on the wrong scumbag.

How'd you do that?

You've had me buried the last couple of months.

–I'm out of touch. I'll bring in that guy. –It's my fault?

–Good. –But I'll never let this happen again.

I'm no good half in, half out. Now you gotta make a choice.

You either let me do what I do or I'll pull the plug on the Strike Team.

Take my boys to another part of town.

–Lose the hardware! Lose it! –Get on the table. On the table.

Drop it.

–What the hell's going on, Mackey? –It's closing time.

My first task as the new landlord, get rid of the old tenants.

This was not a part of our transaction.

That deal went south the second you screwed everyone in this room.

Screwed who?

Shit.

Seems you fingered a man with an ain'tight alibi.

–Pigs turning us against each other… –Shut up, bitch.

I can see I'm in the way.

What? You can't leave me here with them.

I can't take you with me. You're an innocent man.

Unless you got something to confess, Twizzy.

I didn't do nothing.

Okay. Take care.

Vic, where you…?

All right. All right, Vic. All right.

How'd the knife and the Yankee rag end up under Link's bed?

Not so sure if I remember all the details now.

Let me refresh you on the math.

You framed number two, which implicated number one…

which bounced you from number three to the new number one.

And that gets you zero.

All right, asshole. Let's let Tobar and Link finish the interrogation.

Let's go clubbing.

Hey, man, look what we found at Twizzy's place.

It's the same rope Klee was hanging from.

Shit.

No one's gonna save your ass, Twizzy.

That camera hasn't worked in months.

Now you talk to us or you can talk to your boys between beatings.

I strung him. You damn right I did.

Someone's got to be the martyr here. It might as well be me.

Why?

That Rainbow Coalition shit was crushing us.

Kern and Tobar caved on me.

They punked out.

Wanna strike deals with the Lats.

So you decided to set off the racial bomb.

The priest?

I wanted to see the Prophets cry.

Fuel the war.

Get the Black back.

Farmtown…

Jack Uzis…

the local businessmen…

I got them all sitting down.

Talking about working together. I did.

Black on black lynching.

Is that better or worse?

Worse.

Hi.

–What's that? –Open it.

–It's locked. –It's funny, you know.

I never really lock my lock-box.

Okay.

The reason I never lock it…

is because I can never remember where I put the goddamn key.

But somebody locked it.

I was looking for some old photos, some stuff.

I don't know your family or…

You know, I really know a lot about your family.

I called your mom in Indio.

She told me about the $7·000 care package that you sent.

You'd disappear at night.

I saw you take the key a couple times.

So you decided that you would steal from me?

I found a receipt for a storage facility…

with your handwriting and a fake name.

You'd been lying to me. What did you expect me to do?

Jesus Christ. You have no idea what kind of trouble this is.

You know what trouble I've been going through?

–Why are you hiding money from me? –You stole from me!

You stole from me!

That trunk was filled with cash. I just took what I needed.

For us. Us.

What happened to us?

–You gonna lie to your child too? –Hey, don't you go turn this around.

My mother's a goddamn cancer. She was being evicted.

She would've showed up on our doorstep.

I didn't want her to ruin this.

You shouldn't have looked into those trunks.

Is there money in all those trunks?

–Is it drug money? –You don't get to ask that question.

–But it's from your job, right? –Just stop asking.

Should I ask Vic instead?

Is it Vic's money?

–Did you steal it from him? –No.

–Then where did it come from? –Just forget that you saw it.

–How am I supposed to do that? –Look, I…

You just do it.

Hey.

Look, you don't take any more cash.

Don't breathe a word about this to anybody.

We gotta figure out what your mother says if people start asking questions.

–Who's gonna ask her questions? –The money wasn't to be spent.

When it comes to money, we can't trust her.

Then we're gonna have to find a way to control her.

Because if this money gets traced back to me…

this is life and death shit…

for all of us.

Is this the man who attacked you?

–Yeah. That's him. –Great.

The old Jew he mugged has been in temple lockdown.

Now, we can finally arrest this prick.

Did I say something wrong?

–I'm sorry, are you Jewish? –Someone keyed Owen's car.

Scratched “stay away” across the trunk.

You think I did it?

It had to have been done last night before I left.

If I wanted you to stay away, I wouldn't scratch it in your Volvo.

You'd scratch it across my face?

–What are you telling this guy? –Nothing I can't see.

You keep your mouth shut in front of my kids.

–Don't yell at him. –Stop it.

I wrote it.

–Cassidy. –No, I'll do it.

I don't want him here.

Owen makes your mommy happy, honey.

Why can't you make Mommy happy?

I'd be hurt if I were you too.

I will always be your dad.

And your mommy will always be your mommy.

That's never gonna change.

Everything is changing.

Yes?

The Decoy Squad's being transferred to South Central.

–When? –Tomorrow.

–Who? –It's the assistant chief's call.

I didn't fight it. It wasn't gonna work.

We can still get done what we need to with the Strike Team.

Vic and his guys are going back to full-time anti-gang and vice status.

You're putting them back on the street?

I'm no longer running the team.

I had no time to consult with you. It all went down pretty quickly.

You…

You'll resume your regular detective rotation.

So strike one and I'm out?

It was my fault. I had you half in, half out.

–And I should've just let… –You're the boss.

You don't have to explain your decision.

Charges against your boys have been dropped.

I heard.

You also hear that we know who did it?

Tell Los Profetas no more retribution.

That's God's decision.

God's decided to put me back in business.

My streets, my rules.

–Niners ain't playing by the rules. –Twizzy was a rogue.

Kern, Tobar never would have let that happen.

We still got pain.

Twizzy will be in county until his hearing.

That'll give you a few weeks to get someone inside.

Stop the pain.

Anything after that, commit any sins…

I'll be nailing you to a cross.

Thank God you caught the guy.

Yeah, people are relieved.

The election should be smooth sailing.

Good.

I just came home to change.

Okay.

Oh, he's early.

Tung Yung?

Stay down.

Stay down.

What's the target?

Blue house.

Russians. Fresh from the Kremlin.

Moving in, moving weight. China white.

I got some bad news, Boris.

Air just tastes better today, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Vic, I…

What?

It's good to be back.

–Where do you want him? –Put him in 2.

Down, now.

Welcome to the neighbourhood.

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