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–Here's our enforcer. –Right on time.

Lem's snitch wasn't bullshitting us.

We wait until the money changes hands?

Or until he hits him. Let's go.

Strike Team's back in business, asshole.

–Where is he? –In the back.

He's going out the back.

I got him.

Get the car.

He's in the house.

Hey. Hands up.

Hands in the air. Hands in the air.

On the ground. On the ground.

Hey, I'm a cop.

Shots!

–Don't move. –Shit, man, are you all right?

Shit.

–Bitch. –Shut up.

I didn't know he was a cop. He said it too late.

Well, here's so you won't forget.

You like taking shots at cops, huh?

What do I look like now, you prick?

You look like a cop.

That's good.

That's good.

That's good.

–Great news. –Our Cuddler rapist wants to talk.

I thought he was refusing.

Apparently, a week and a half in solitary made him very lonely.

I sent him a note with the DNA evidence tying him to the bodies.

He knows the jig is up, he probably wants to brag.

–Good. What about the wife? –She still won't talk.

–We don't know what she knew. –She seems harmless.

We'll find out for sure tomorrow.

We rarely talk to someone who's taken a shot at us.

Usually it's their next of kin.

Look, I swear I didn't know you guys was cops.

Look, I see white boys busting in my house, my instincts kick in.

–What's your name, shit-head? –Trick.

Heard about someone shaking down store owners…

we catch this guy handing out a beat-down.

Why's he running to your house?

He working for you?

No, I'm just an everyday stiff.

Macy's open up a drug prescription department?

Check this shit out, man.

Percocet, Oxy, Valium.

Some jackrabbit led us to Dr Feelgood.

–What'd you run here for, Luddy? –So you two are on a first-name basis.

Vic, car's pulling up.

Who is it?

Let's get out of here. Finish it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

It's gotta be my runner picking up that delivery.

This just keeps getting better and better.

I'm gonna open the door.

Play it cool. You try to jet, I'm gonna sic him on you.

It's one of my mules.

Ronnie.

This mule may be strapped, so be careful.

Freeze!

Girl next door says you've got a racket going.

Dealing illegal pharmaceuticals on top of trying to kill me?

You can get the bends going down in shit that deep.

I'd never shoot a cop. It was an accident. I didn't…

You got about 50 years coming to figure it out.

All right, look, look, I'll make it up to you, okay?

Give you everything.

Look, look, I ain't the one distributing. It's my boss, Lewis.

–Lewis Sperling, man. He owns AG C. –The custom car outfit?

Yeah. He runs the scrips. I just recruit the runners for him.

Yeah, from where? The PTA?

No one ever got pulled over for driving while being a soccer mom.

–You know? –So what?

Dealing to the 'burbs doesn't get you time off on attempted cop killing.

Dealing is a small thing that helps with his big thing, man, washing money.

Who's got the dirty laundry?

Bangers, gambling outfits, captains of industry, man, who knows?

Look, Lewis takes your dirty cash, puts it into AG C…

calls you a silent partner and cuts you a share of the profits.

Hey, look, you make sure a DA don't come after me for a cop shooting…

and I'll get you in.

Sounds interesting.

–This asshole tried to kill me. –He didn't know we were cops.

You got him so scared, we're getting a tip we'd never get another way.

I don't wanna work with him.

Aren't you supposed to be riding shotgun with Mara's mom…

prepping her for the big phone call? –Yeah.

Then you focus on that.

Make sure it goes right.

What's the problem? Do you want me to lose my realtor's license?

I don't like this.

Lying to the U.S government with the Homeland Securities and all.

Ma, this is important.

If they find out I failed to report this bonus, I could be in trouble.

How serious?

If there's one thing the government does right, it's collect taxes.

I hate asking you to do this, we both do…

but it'll cost us, kill our careers.

Even if we had to split the bonus with you.

How much is that? A few grand?

Yeah. Yeah, three or four.

I'll do it for Mara.

–Mrs Faulks? –You're bringing in my husband, right?

–He agreed to make a statement. –I need to talk to him.

–That's not possible. –Why not?

You can visit him at county jail.

You don't think I've tried? He won't see me. He won't talk to me.

You have an innocent and a scared man in prison.

His DNA matched semen recovered…

I've heard all about the DNA labs in Los Angeles, that means nothing.

–If you'd be interviewed… –Why?

So you can frame me like my husband?

–So I can clear you of any involvement. –In rapes and murders?

–When's a time for us to speak? –I need to talk to him first.

–I need to talk to you. –Well, I already said no.

Then there's not much reason for you to be here.

Buzz me.

Give me some money. I know you got some.

Pasty ass bitch-ass.

I be ruling with an iron rod…

as the vessels of a potter shall be broken to shards.

Take it.

Hey. Drop the pipe.

–Where's the black man's justice? –Turn around. Turn around.

Put your hands behind your head. Let's go.

Verily I say unto you, be holy for I am holy.

Ain't no half-stepping.

Ain't no half-stepping.

Take a bath lately?

Let's go.

I see you been blinking at me. Blink, blink, blink.

This will be recorded in writing and turned over to a directorate.

And then we'll see who's laughing.

Get in.

Investors in the AG C custom car outfit.

Colón runs the Farmtown Mijos. Del Rubio owns a piece of the racetrack.

AG C's the clearing house for all their dirty profits?

Them and who knows what other guys?

Their drug-running helps him clean the cash.

Without evidence, we can't target people for owning a business.

If we can sting this Lewis Sperling on a drug distribution…

we'll get him to roll on everybody. You net the octopus…

follow the tentacles, get the ink.

What do you need?

Well, Lewis interviews all the mules personally…

and since we lost the Decoy Squad, I'm gonna need a female to meet him.

I was thinking Sofer.

–Danny? She's never gone under. –She can fit the bill.

And if this Trick doesn't pop up soon, Lewis is gonna get suspicious.

I don't like cutting a deal with some prick.

Me either.

But if this breaks right, it'll be the biggest case you or me will see.

It'll set crime in Farmington back 20 years.

Okay. Send her in.

Let me tell you something, black.

The only difference between you and me is I was baptized in dirty water.

Priors for vagrancy. In and out of psych wards.

We should turn him over to MEU for evaluation.

They're blinking at me. The son of man has eyes of fire.

–When do I see the judge? –Be patient.

He is. A mental patient.

Just send him downtown. He's their problem, not ours.

Busting Cardboard Willies, huh? That's always fun.

–That's the job. –This guy smells like dirty ass.

I had something a little more sexy in mind for you, but…

what did you do to piss off Aceveda? –What do you mean?

Well, I need a female undercover, I thought you'd be perfect, but…

–But what? –I had to twist his arm.

You better make me look good.

Thanks. Well, wait a minute. What's the gig?

AG C car company is doing a bunch of scams.

We need you to go after the owner as Harriet Homemaker.

All right, I took Home Ec. Let me know when I can ditch the uniform.

Sure will.

Vic.

–Hi. –Hi.

–One of your puppies make a bust? –Yeah, Koto.

Found five pounds of pot in a locker at Farmington South.

Smoking in the boys' room.

How are you doing?

Ups and downs.

I've wanted to see you, but Hunter's…

–Don't explain. –…always had issues with depression.

But lately, he's been talking about killing himself if I ever leave.

Are you safe there?

Oh, yeah. He'd never… Yeah.

I wanna see you though.

Sooner or later this guy's gonna need a clean break.

I can't do that right now.

But I don't wanna wait either.

You name the place.

Will?

Will. Will!

Why won't you talk to me?

Upstairs. Interrogation Room 2.

Will.

Will. Will.

God damn it, look at me.

Will, you didn't do this.

Will, let me help you.

I can help you.

I have one condition before we start.

You don't get conditions.

I want a grilled cheese on sourdough.

A few strips of bacon on the side, not on the sandwich.

Some fries and a Pepsi.

–Okay. –Thanks.

I've never seen Joanna that upset.

She can't understand why won't you see her.

This doesn't need to touch her any more than it has to.

If she's involved, you can't protect her forever.

You think she's involved?

I don't know what to think.

She won't talk to us until she talks to you.

Bring her up here. I'll get her to cooperate.

Then you and I don't have to worry about it.

Matthew bit another classmate this morning.

–Another one? When… –I was gonna tell you.

Is the other child okay?

He broke the skin. He required tetanus shots.

The last couple of weeks, he's been a serious problem.

It's influencing the other students.

That's about the time we lost his in-house therapist.

We're still looking for a replacement.

We'll increase his one-on-one…

then re-evaluate whether to bring him back.

–You're isolating him? –For the safety of the other children.

How will he learn to socialize…

if you won't let him near others? –Maybe one-on-one will help.

We pay 25 grand a year…

so he won't get stuck in a public school broom closet.

We'll continue to work with Matthew as best we can.

If he injures another child, we'll ask you to find another school.

Please don't do that.

What school is gonna take kid that you've branded as being violent?

Bring back Owen.

He took a job in Phoenix.

We had a fight. I couldn't bring him back now even if I wanted to…

and there's a waiting list at the service for qualified therapists.

I'll come by tonight, talk to Matt about the biting.

I'll set him straight.

–I'd like to talk to him alone. –I'm sorry, I can't allow that.

–Why not? –It's against policy.

–Change the God damn policy then. –Stop it. This won't take that long.

–Did you tell them you didn't do this? –I hate that you got dragged in.

It's all right. It's a mistake.

We have to figure out how to get you home.

Any questions he asks, answer. You're not involved. Tell the truth.

–Neither one of us is involved. –I did it, Jo.

I raped those women. I killed them.

I brought you things from their houses.

–They making you say that? –Joanna, I did it.

–No. –Best case scenario is…

I'm going to prison for the rest of my life…

so you need to move on with yours.

We're never gonna see each other again after today. Do you understand?

I won't ever agree to see you.

People are staring at me like I…

The school has told me not to show up until this is all settled.

There's cameras, there's helicopters flying over our house.

People are throwing trash on our lawn. What do I do, Will?

–What am I supposed to…? –She needs to leave.

My mother said I was a bad wife. Was I a bad wife?

–Take her or I won't talk. –Mrs Faulks…

Tell me. Was I supposed to know?

Was I supposed to know this? That you were…

All right, come on. Let's go.

Look, no gun, no wire.

We'll be out front, but basically, you're on your own.

–What's going on? –Danny's interviewing with Lewis.

You're kidding me.

You and Lem back her up. We'll be with knucklehead.

Always thought when I went undercover, I'd be a hooker.

Don't lose that dream.

Ronnie, hook up Danny with a fake ID.

Toss Shane's buddy in the cage for safekeeping.

Get up.

A case this big is good for us in 100 different ways.

How did it go with Mara's mom?

Okay, I think. The Feds want her to stop in when she gets back to Indio.

I'm gone a couple hours, suddenly we're in bed with a cop killer?

–Aceveda signed off on it. –Long as you and Aceveda are cool.

–What are you pouting for? –He took a shot at me…

and no one gives a shit.

–He's gonna do time for that… –Not enough.

What are we doing to prep Mara's mom for her face-to-face?

Maybe next ride I'll catch that bullet.

You won't have to worry about a connection. You can just…

Just lay it all at my door.

Man…

You're under arrest for three murders and seven rapes.

I'm guilty of all those crimes.

Are there any other crimes that you'd like to confess to at this time?

No. just did the three murders and the seven rapes.

What about your wife?

How could Joanna not know what you were doing?

I was good. She didn't.

You were out all day scoping your victims, out all night raping them.

–She ever wonder where you were? –I told her I was working. Or writing.

She never called to check up on you?

She never had reason to.

She didn't see that side of me.

You were married for eight years.

She didn't want to see it.

Being married doesn't mean you know what's in a person's heart.

–You married? –No.

Ever? Or any more?

–Any more. –You leave her or she leave you?

When you were married to her, did you know what she wanted?

What was really in her heart then?

Or did you only find out later, when she was gone?

We're deaf and blind here.

Be ready for anything.

Yeah, copy.

What was that back in the Clubhouse?

Just because we're on the team doesn't mean we can't be a problem.

If there's one thing Vic's good at, it's solving problems.

Dude, Vic's never gonna kick you off the team.

If Vic ever thought me or Mara were becoming a problem…

you'd let me know, wouldn't you?

Regular customer, strictly recreational.

–Got some smarts. –You hit it?

–No, it's too white. –It's all pink, nigga.

Yo, give me your license.

–Got any kids? –No.

Buy a car seat on your own dime. I don't supply startup costs.

Spill something on it. Some crumbs, couple of toys. Kids are messy.

–You take a nice picture, Danielle. –Thanks.

I'll hold onto this. Make sure you're the real Danielle Spencer.

–Come back when you're fitted out. –All right.

What's the status of that homeless guy you and Danny brought in?

Tried sending him to county on a 51/50 for observation.

–No beds. –You called around?

Call around where?

Private facilities. There's that shelter on Bonnie Brae.

You know if he's in the military? He could go to Veteran's.

I'll check.

Throwing that guy to the gladiators in the city lockup…

ought to be the last resort, don't you think?

I said I'd check.

He's indicated to me you're not involved.

–You're cleared. –I'm cleared?

You should go home.

Oh, because I'm innocent? People think I'm guilty of living with him…

and not telling them he was a monster.

You're not guilty.

How does a wife not know?

How does she live with somebody and love him and not know…? Ask him that.

Ask him where my life goes now and then tell me what his answer is.

You got the directions.

Give the bag to Weston, wait on the porch…

he'll give you something. –Okay.

Five miles over the speed limit.

No more, no less. Get popped, you own it.

It gets back to me, I'll make sure you never have kids.

You guys follow, make sure the drop goes smooth.

–Hey. –Shit.

Go, go, go.

Go, go.

Stay put, asshole.

–You okay? –Yeah.

–God. –You okay?

–God damn it, he got the drugs. –You sure you're all right?

–Yeah, I didn't wanna blow my cover. –Vic.

–Oh, shit. –God damn it.

God damn it.

Cheap piece of shit.

No sign?

Glad we partnered up with this asshole.

If I don't deliver, we can't sting Lewis.

–Aceveda's head's gonna explode. –We gotta make this right.

You want your first gig to go south before it got off the ground?

I'll go back, make it right with Lewis. Tell him what happened.

–No. Trick already phoned you in. –Lem's right. No way.

He's only been running five minutes.

He'll be running for 20 more before he makes a phone call.

–I gotta go back in now. –Hey.

Okay. I'm giving you three minutes…

then we'll come and get you.

So some nigga just walks up to you and grabs my shit?

I didn't know what to do…

What you do is not hand it over, you stupid ho.

The guy had a gun.

Like this?

Is that what he did?

You just passed the test, bitch.

They were my guys.

Making sure you're honest.

You're good in the fire.

Came straight to me.

Where did Trick find you?

Around.

You borrow too much money from that shark?

How much you into him for?

Enough that I need this job.

Then get to work.

–What's your sex life with Joanna like? –Good.

–Yeah? Just like anyone else, huh? –She's never been big on blowjobs.

Thinks they're demeaning. Other than that…

–You'd say you have a normal sex life? –Yeah.

Why? Still thinking I'm impotent?

You shouldn't have told people I was something I wasn't.

Well, it's just the profile of the kind of man who rapes elderly women.

–There's usually a dysfunction at work. –Profile?

You think I'm a chapter in a book?

I just think you're exaggerating your prowess.

Yeah? Why don't you ask my God damn wife then? She'll tell you.

Talking to me about profiles, I'm telling the truth.

–You raped seven women. –Nothing to do with Joanna.

Then cuddled with them for hours.

Why old ladies, Will?

You think I resented my mother or something?

–You're digging the wrong hole. –Point me to the right one then.

Maybe I picked them because they were old…

and they couldn't fight back. You ever think about that?

What went though your head as you waited for them to come home?

Did you plan exactly how you were going to rape them?

I didn't go there to rape them. I went to kill them.

The first four you just raped.

To set the table.

The cuddling was just to keep them calm…

while I decided whether to do it or not.

If not, I just left.

Bullshit.

Killing somebody is about the most selfish thing you can do.

Taking away all they've got left…

just so you can feel that thing for one single moment.

The victims I chose didn't have much life left anyway.

Just seemed less selfish on my part.

Everything on track?

Yeah. We're just swapping out scrips for dummy dope.

I'm on my way to Lancaster to make the drop. See who's on the other side.

I filled in the assistant chief. He's pretty excited.

Yeah, we all are.

And no problems?

No.

I talked to Ronnie. Trick hasn't been home or to his mom's.

That means he's gotta collect some cash to get out of Dodge.

Hey, you were Trick's shakedown muscle.

Who owed him money?

–Bunch of people. –Yeah?

What people?

What people?

Dude works out of some burger joint.

Couple Lithuanian taxi humps.

Who's the smallest and who owes the most?

Thought we had a DB, but the guy's still alive.

Our panhandler? I thought you found him a shelter.

He got into a beef with a counsellor and bailed.

Someone tried to suffocate him with these.

–Bag that up. –Hey. No trespassing. No, no.

We did the canvassing. No one's talking.

–Who called them? –I did.

You think they're gonna cooperate now?

Here he comes.

Looks like Trick chose the path of least resistance.

Pussy.

Let go. Come on, man.

–Shut up. –Hey. Come on, man.

–Shut your face. –I'll take one with everything on it.

Let's go back to when you first moved to Los Angeles.

Why?

There are a few open cases from back then I'd like to talk…

I didn't do anything back then.

–Serial offenders start earlier than 39. –More book stuff?

You're just telling me the truth about the crimes I've already got you on.

Why would I lie?

Why would you rape?

Why would you kill?

I came here so you could tell me.

Do you know what it's like to have a passion…

a thing that drives you, consumes your thoughts…

but never to be able to say a word about it to your parents…

to your best friend, to your wife?

I came here to talk about this thing.

To finally be able to talk about it, to share it with someone…

to have you tell me why I do it.

Now, can you help me or not?

–Yes. –Then tell me, why?

–Why do I do it? Am I just sick? –No.

You're an organized sociopath with tendencies…

No, that's just labels.

Just tell me why I do it.

–To dominate. To feel the… –No. That's not right.

–To exert your power over… –No.

You're compelled to.

–By what? –Organized sociopaths tend to…

Is that who you think you were chasing this whole time?

A type? Some answer on an exam?

Who would you be chasing if you hadn't found my parking tickets?

But I did find your parking tickets.

What happens if the next guy reads the street signs?

Over here.

Here you go. Tell them your name.

–Where's Shane? –Booking a suspect. He'll call you.

I need to talk to him about treasury. I can't talk about it on the phone.

You sure as hell can't talk about it here.

They left another message for my mother to meet them tomorrow.

–What does that mean? –She'll be just fine.

No, everything's not fine. We need to get…

Look, you've done what you were supposed to do. Now leave.

Not until I know what the plan is.

Would you stop talking like you're part of my God damn team?

You sucked us into this shitstorm and I'll get us out…

but not with you chirping in my face.

If I want you to do something, Shane will let you know.

You have questions, you keep them to yourself, you sit at home…

and keep your mouth shut.

Look at y'all. You got nothing real.

Bitch, we've got Trick downstairs…

you distributing pharmaceuticals, possession and intent to sell.

Those scrips came from across state lines.

We're talking RICO. With Feds, you won't be out in less than eight.

Tell us who's doing what at AG C.

We'll let you stay open. Customize cars with one small addition.

–What's that? –Bugs. Cameras.

Bug my partners? You're crazy.

We catch them on tape, they hang themselves…

end of the day, you can play ignorant. Blame one of your mechanics.

All you got's Trick.

Who's gonna believe a homeboy with a rap sheet long as my dick?

Trust me. That's long.

Meet our star witness.

Hey, boss.

Is Callan a friend of yours?

He didn't have friends. He…

He had issues.

So who tried to suffocate him?

I don't know.

This was found in your shopping cart.

This is the same kind of rope found tied around a bag over Callan's head.

He's always stirring things up. Picking fights, stealing stuff…

babbling his black Jesus shit.

But I didn't put no bag on his head.

So someone else must have got some of your rope.

–They must have. –Come on.

No one gets near your cart without a fight, isn't that right?

I need a drink.

I'll give you what you want, but I'm not doing any time.

Out of the question.

I'm talking about handing you gangsters, brokers, producers…

businessmen, dealers, even throw in a few Republicans…

but like I said, no time.

Not a day under 10.

–Okay, 10. –Good.

As long as you subtract a year for every conviction I get you.

End of the day, you gonna owe me time.

Thank you.

I need a name.

Crazy Eight.

No. That was just to get you even.

Let's talk about taking a shot at pulling yourself up.

–Artie Cabravansky. –Who's that?

Artie likes bringing hardware into South Central.

Who else?

Rob Kenneally.

Who?

Runs the Wilshire branch, L.A Savings.

Floats off-the-books loans to his buddies.

What about this Alison Harden? What's she into?

Moves underage girls.

Wanna bust some tweener slit, she's your hookup.

Keep going.

Hey. You should hear the names Lewis is spewing up there.

What did you say to Mara?

We're taking care of it and not her.

–She was trying to help. –We don't need her help.

She's in this too. Deep.

In waters we know how to swim.

She starts drowning, she'll take us all down.

–You could show her more respect. –Why? She stole money from you.

Look, man, you've known us for years.

She's gonna be gone in a couple of months.

We all see it.

Just because you can't doesn't mean I'm gonna let her split us apart.

A year from now you're gonna be thanking me.

You talked about a thing.

What?

Twice now.

Talked about a thing at the moment when…

Yeah.

Explain that to me.

Have you ever killed something before?

–Ants. –Bigger.

When I was a kid, I found a bird on the ground, barely moving.

I felt bad so I stepped on it.

What did you feel the moment your foot came down?

–I was scared. –No.

Listen. When I was a kid…

I brought a puppy home one day.

My father told me never to bring home a stray…

so he made me go down to the stream and drown it.

He gave me a bag and some rope…

and I walked down the hill to the stream.

Got ready to drown this puppy…

but it didn't seem right to kill it…

just because my dad said so.

So I took it out of the bag and I started petting it.

Just kept on petting it until I kind of found myself choking it.

There's a look in the thing's eyes.

People too, right before they die.

They're on the edge of this great big hole…

and they'll do anything not to fall in.

And at that last moment…

looking into their eyes…

You see the face of God.

No.

Well, yes, but that's not what the thing is.

The thing's not in their eyes.

It's in here.

It's… It's feeling this…

–Power? –No.

–Intimacy? –No.

Compassion?

I'd like to go back to my cell now.

What?

You can't help me.

I heard you were still here.

I'm sorry. I…

I wanted to get the names and addresses of the victims' families…

because I… I wanted to write to them to tell them how sorry I am.

That's probably not a good idea right now. Maybe later.

Oh, because, obviously, there must be something I can do.

A charity or something.

Just tell me what it is.

Just tell me what I should be doing.

I can't help you.

You know, Mara taking the money and her mom involved.

–Shane feels pretty bad about it all. –It's not his fault.

–What, you tell him that? –He knows.

I mean, he just wants to feel like we're not turning our backs on him.

We're not.

He wants to feel safe.

He is.

–He's part of this team. –Well, Terry was part of this team too.

–And? –And he got killed.

The way Shane was talking, it's like he thinks we didn't do everything we…

And you believed that?

Shane bother telling you about his latest mistake?

Sending Tavon flying through a windshield.

–What? –Tavon and Shane were mixing it up.

Mara cracked him in the back of the head with an iron.

He got back in the van, swerved himself into critical condition.

Shane tell you about that?

That he came to me looking for help?

That I put my neck on the line cleaning it up for them?

You need to stop questioning me and start helping me…

to put a lid on Shane's queen bee and her mom.

If you wanna keep this team together.

Let's get married.

–We're going to. –I don't wanna wait anymore.

You mean, you just wanna go now?

Right now. We can be in Vegas in a few hours.

But my mom and… Well, should we call someone?

–Someone to meet us? –No, just us.

Just us.

I'll… I'll pack. I just wanna look…

You do. You do. You're beautiful.

–Now? –Yeah.

Where's Matt?

What's the matter?

–He was fighting with Megan. –Are they okay?

–Everyone's just great. –All right, I'll go talk to him.

He didn't start it, she did. Bit him in the arm.

Well, she's just copying him.

Have you seen her artwork?

All right, I'll get a painter to go over it.

She keeps drawing lines until I take the marker out of her hand.

And then keeps drawing as if I never took it away in the first place.

There's something wrong with her.

–She's a baby. –She's almost 2. She barely speaks.

She doesn't make eye contact, just like Matthew.

She… She just likes to play by herself.

She's autistic, Vic. Just like him.

–She's autistic. –We don't know.

We are going to take her to the doctor and he's gonna tell us that it's autism.

Megan.

–Oh, God. –Matt?

You're locking him in his room now?

To stop them from fighting. To keep him calm.

Stop it.

–Matt, stop it. Matthew. –Mommy's gonna give you a squeeze.

I'm gonna give you a big… I'm gonna give you a big squeeze.

Mommy loves you. Calm down.

Mommy loves you. Calm down.

Mommy loves you. Calm down.

Mommy loves you. Calm down.

Mommy loves you. Calm…

That our would-be murderer?

Yeah. He was afraid if Callan kept smashing up cars…

the police would crack down on the block.

Caused the thing he was worried about.

You ever thought about joining the Black Officers Association?

Look, no disrespect, but why are you all over me?

–Well, I wanna help. –I wasn't aware I needed any help.

You're becoming one of those cops who's content to let things slide by.

I made P2. I pull my weight.

Going on blue runs with Vic Mackey?

Excessive force charge in that church a couple months back?

All I see is you taking shortcuts.

–You need a new mentor. –Anything else?

I don't wanna bore you with what it was like for me coming up 25 years ago.

There was a handful of black cops. We pushed each other.

We looked out for each other, we made us better.

You opened a door for a lot of us and we're grateful.

Yeah, opened it wide enough so that when a black officer flushes out…

no one really notices anymore. –I am not flushing out.

Well, in a couple of months, Aceveda will be out…

and I'll be making that decision.

Hey, sweetie. Yeah.

Yeah, I'm… I'm just wrapping up a crime scene.

It was good.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

Oh, really?

Yeah. What did he say?

No, I already ate. Yeah.

Yeah, no.

Well, don't wait for me. Why don't you go ahead and eat without me?

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