The Shield (2002–2008): Season 6, Episode 5 - Haunts - full transcript
Shane is hospitalized after a beating, and his wife leaves him for having an affair. An unlikely suspect emerges in the serial rapist case, and an undercover agent in the Salvadoran gang tells Vic that Guardo didn't kill Lem.
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Got 1 2 dead Mexicans slaughtered
in that house on San Marcos.
-No arrests.
-I'll make some calls.
A name keeps popping up
in my interviews: Hernan.
Undercover in the
Salvadoran organization.
Stop trying to contact him.
Moses. Thought we told you
to stay away from tweener pussy.
-Stop seeing that asshole.
-I know.
-So this guy targets runaways.
-While telling them to "go home."
-There's another girl.
-We didn't believe her.
Congratulations on
getting another girl ass-raped.
Anything you can tell us?
Where he held you?
It was a girl's room.
Posters on the wall
were all white boys
in these gay poses.
This is Kevin Hiatt.
He's ours starting next week.
You're not adding anybody
I don't have approval of.
He's not your addition,
he's your replacement.
Hiatt's decided to add
to the Strike Team.
-I suggested you.
-All right.
Shane?
Lem, I'm sorry, but I had to, right?
We're gonna find out who did this,
and we're gonna kill him.
It's Guardo. We stepped on his
drug protection play twice.
Maybe he didn't do it.
-lf it wasn't Guardo, who was it?
-Well, look at him, man.
Watch this corner.
Found him swirling in a gutter.
-Conscious?
-ln and out.
Contusions, possible fractures.
Vitals are stable.
-Put him in Curtain 2.
-All right.
Call a Resident to check
for internal bleeding.
-Better tell him to hurry.
-Thought he was stable.
He is, but we found this.
He's a cop.
Shane?
Corrine. What happened?
He was beaten pretty badly
and doesn't remember how.
-Where? When?
-Found him a few blocks from here.
Oh, man.
No shit from you guys.
-Already took one pounding today.
-What happened?
I was walking to my truck, next thing l
know I'm coming to in a meat wagon.
-You didn't see anyone?
-They left my wallet. Badge, gun.
Think it might've been Salvadorans?
Some lame attempt at one of us?
-Payback for Guardo?
-Wouldn't be having this conversation.
This was just a good
old-fashioned shit-kicking.
It's probably some asshole we sent up,
fresh out.
I'll run down recent releases,
check in with the POs.
Tell me something first.
Who's this guy?
New girlfriend likes baby-smooth skin
between her thighs.
You should have her call me.
Oh, my God. What happened?
-What did the doctors say?
-The x-rays are all good.
-I'll get working on who did this.
-Baby, what happened to you?
-How's Shane doing?
-Hurting for certain.
Not especially pleasing to the eye
at the moment.
I'm gonna post a protective detail
outside his room until we know more.
What do you know
about San Marcos?
-I heard about them. Grisly stuff.
-Robbery-Homicide's running with it.
We got the handoff.
Aceveda's all over this.
Ten days ago my detective
found 1 2 bodies hacked to pieces.
Well, 1 1 bodies, one arm.
Machete's weapon of choice
for the Salvadorans.
Supports the tip Aceveda's
cronies gave us...
...that the killers were Salvadorans.
Victims were all Mexican illegals.
-Three women, nine men.
-lDs?
All but the arm. Mexican government
had them in their system.
-lf you call that a system.
-All from the same prison.
Released two days before.
All in there.
This becomes the Strike Team's
top priority now.
Solving it quickly is the difference
between keeping the Barn open...
...or closing it for good.
They're shutting this place down?
Put a dozen murders
in the win column.
Make our rate too
good-looking to lose us.
Get with Dutch. He found the bodies.
The Barn going out of business
stays between us.
Last thing Farmington needs
is cops who feel like lame ducks.
All right, let's have a look at it.
Give me a sec.
No one on the street's bragging
about giving Shane a beat down.
All right. Well, have the unis
keep their eyes and ears open.
-What, man?
-Guardo's girlfriend.
She could've figured out we used her
to get him, told his people....
-The Salvadorans are after us.
-I don't think so.
Shane got hit with a fist,
not a machete or a grenade.
Let's go.
RHD's pretty thorough.
They give us a starting place
with the victims?
Released from a prison in Sinaloa,
connections to the same cartel.
-All with guest worker visas.
-Let me see that.
-Prisoners don't get work visas.
-Especially not real ones.
A-plus forgeries then.
Yeah. Where do you want me
to start, jefe?
It's either give you a hand
or be out on the street, right?
I've still got some drag at lNS. I'll get
them to run a quick lD on the arm.
You know these streets
better than anyone.
-Where do you wanna start?
-With the visas.
Know anyone that does
that quality of work?
I might know a guy.
By the way, welcome to the team.
Won't let you down.
He's the boss now.
Don't let him down.
Let's go.
Graciela Sanchez is getting out
of Mission Cross today.
How we doing lD'ing her rapist?
Billings is pounding the pavement
with the sketch.
The feds are running the profile
I came up with...
...through their database
for UNSUBs.
Contact the local Ys, shelters--
I did it. I did it.
No one's gotten back to me.
-Stay on top of them.
-Our guy's m.o.'s escalating.
Wouldn't surprise me if he's already
got a fresh victim.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing?
Details of the crime scene. Create a
written report for the files on this case.
Who wants what, and why, and how
slaughtering all those people...
...in this room helped
achieve that goal.
That's all you need
to be writing down, man.
-Hey, hey. I don't want to be here.
-Too bad.
Twelve people.
Three of them women.
Cut to pieces in this place
1 0 days ago.
I read about it in the paper.
I didn't need to see it.
They were carrying these.
Only one guy good enough to
produce this kind of work. That's you.
-I changed careers.
-lf not you, then who?
I couldn't say.
-Paper men, we have a code.
-You have a code.
You see the blood on these walls,
huh? You see it?
You have no idea of the pressure
to point the finger.
No matter how bogus that lD.
Look again.
These were done in Mexico,
not here.
-How can you be so sure?
-The font.
They use an older version.
It's almost the same, but not quite.
Mexicans and the Sals, troubled times.
Latinos can't even trust each other.
Wait outside.
Brown on brown. It's a place to start.
Body count like this,
the Aztecs and Mayans...
...are squabbling over more
than who invented the burrito.
So let's start with the Salvadorans.
Thank you, sheriff.
Didn't expect to see your
grenade-tossing ass...
...for at least 30 years.
-It's your lucky day.
-Guardo's number two has a mouth.
Why are your old amigos
beefing with the Mexicans?
Day trip for me,
but you wasted your time.
Get your feet down.
I'm just enjoying the air.
What's it gonna take to make it
worth my time?
I wanna know if Guardo
or any other Salvadorans...
...were behind
the San Marcos murders.
You get one request. I deny it, that's it,
you're back in your hole...
...but if it's something reasonable....
I want my dick sucked by a hottie.
Right here on the table.
Thought it was gonna
be something difficult.
All right. Info first,
dick sucking next.
They killed Guardo. The Mexicans.
-When?
-He came back to L.A. a week ago.
-Then, bam, just disappeared.
-Explains why we can't find him.
Guardo worked for the cartel.
Why the bad blood?
-Hey, dick ain't gonna suck itself.
-No, that's the straight-up truth.
Beaners the ones started this beef.
Salvas gonna finish it.
So Guardo's MlA, presumably dead,
you're wearing orange.
Who's gonna take up the fight?
Being worked out in upper
management. Octavio, Rodrigo...
...Hernan....
I've heard of the first two.
Who's this Hernan?
New guy.
Wants to be the shot-caller.
If he's a player,
how come he's a mystery?
Just here from Salvador.
Yeah? Where?
Hey.
What about my hummer?
Asher. Come here.
-You're a hottie in some circles, right?
-Damn straight. Why?
This is Tejado. He's got
a special request for you.
Yeah? What's that?
-That was Moses.
-The One-Niner baller?
Yeah. He's got some intel
on Shane.
I know this is the
first priority, though.
Wyms wants you on a short leash,
so don't walk into traffic.
You'll make me look bad.
Your friend Graciela's
been released.
-You know, she was raped.
-Who's Graciela?
According to the girls at the rec center,
you two are pretty tight.
How long you been on the street?
By law we're required
to send runaways back home.
If you cooperate, tell us
everything you know about Graciela...
...and promise to go back home
on your own...
...we'll take you at your word.
Haven't seen her lately.
Any strange men ever
followed her around?
-Acting suspicious toward her?
-One guy at Ray's...
...who was creeping us out.
The burger stand on Wilcox?
J.B.
We'd smile, he'd give us burgers
and shit.
-Ever feel sick after J.B. feeds you?
-No, why?
According to the girls, you were
friendly. Giving them food.
-They're lying.
-lf you stole from your employer...
-...that's a parole violation.
-You homesick for the joint?
Look, maybe I talked to them
once or twice.
Gave them leftovers. So?
Talking to them's one thing.
Spiking soda with GHB...
...sodomizing and torturing
them's another.
I didn't do that shit.
It's gotta be tough to meet
a nice girl your age.
Ex-con pulling minimum wage.
But a homeless, hungry
1 5-year-old runaway...
...easy to impress
with a burger and fries.
Hey, hey. It's cool. It's cool.
You better pray you didn't hurt that
foot sticking it up a white cop's ass.
Easy dude. I'm rocking a pimp stick
because I'm cold like that.
You got something to say
about Shane? Start talking.
Remember Tilli?
That chick I was with
the last time we met.
That 1 2-year-old
you're sticking?
She's 1 8. Old enough for your boy...
...to be tapping that ass
behind my back.
-Shane is banging that chick?
-That's what I said.
I brought y'all down
because y'all have reason...
...to think I beat him.
Riding up in your girl's steeze
works as motive for me.
I ain't hit that shit in a minute,
and I ain't about no sloppy seconds.
Word, I did not take flight on your boy,
not that I would have minded.
-Then who did?
-Ask the little ho.
Seems like she all about telling
the white man what he wanna hear.
-Hey. I'm Detective Wagenbach.
-Carlos Morganza. Children's Beacon.
The runaway shelter.
You sent out an alert to us.
Thanks for coming. You're the first
person to get back to me.
When I heard what happened...
...I put together a list of kids I thought
were most at risk.
You know, drugs, prostitution.
Is there any way we can confirm
which kids have been seen...
...in the last 24 hours?
I'll do what I can.
Thanks for coming in.
My daughter, Sabrina, went missing.
It's been three years now.
Her case got cold.
The police had other priorities.
If you could take a look.
When I get a chance, absolutely.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
Okay. Just take it easy.
Go slow.
-Hey.
-Sorry.
Jesus. We're gonna find out
who did this.
How you doing?
You just saw the only part of him
that's not bruised.
The captain sent me over here
to take a statement.
-I already told Vic everything.
-Yeah.
I have orders to park out here
as your protective detail.
I'll be fine. I was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.
-I got orders. I'll be right outside.
-Thanks.
You got it? Okay.
Feds faxed over some suspects
that fit your profile.
Anything turn up at J.B.'s?
No signs he used the place
to imprison runaways.
He'd have to take his victims
up four flights of stairs.
Paper-thin walls. Hard to believe
he could do that...
-...without somebody noticing.
-Good luck.
Detective Wagenbach.
Carlos. Detective Billings,
Carlos Morganza.
He's a counselor at
Children's Beacon.
I got involved three years ago
when my own daughter went missing.
-Sorry to hear that.
-Listen.
My colleagues and I checked into that
list of high-risk kids.
These are the ones
we've lost touch with most recently.
-This is great. Thank you.
-Sure.
Listen, I can run through them
with you.
I'm in the weeds.
If you sit at my desk...
...I can get a uni to take notes.
-Sure.
-Thank you.
Dutch-man.
Remind me again
your profile of our bad guy.
-Why, so you can shit all over it?
-No, I'm serious.
He's a single father whose daughter
disappeared or died prematurely.
What kind of douche bag
breaks his ass trying to help the cops?
-Well, he's got a missing--
-Right?
A lot of these freaks like to insert
themselves into the investigations.
You know what, Carlos, I think I can
make time for you right now.
Claudette Wyms,
this is Cruz Pezuela.
I wanted to introduce Cruz
to the new captain.
More like the fresh meat
in Farmington. Hello.
It's a pleasure.
What's the latest on
the San Marcos massacre?
I'm sorry. Are you with the
Police Committee as well?
-No.
-I can vouch for Cruz.
He's respected in the community.
He passed on that information about
the possible Salvadoran connection.
I know a lot of people
who are devastated...
...by this new level of violence.
-As are we all.
-Claudette has full support.
-How many detectives you got on it?
-The entire Strike Team.
-Mackey too?
-Kevin Hiatt's taking point.
He was with lNS for four years.
The victims are all Mexican.
He's more than qualified.
I should hope so.
-Could you give us a minute?
-Course.
-Don't ever ambush me like that again.
-He has concerns. I share them.
I don't care how plugged into
your constituency that guy is.
Bringing a civilian into a
confidential police matter...
...undermines the investigation
and my authority.
I meant no disrespect.
Perhaps you wouldn't be taking it
personally if you had more facts.
I'm sorry, captain.
I didn't know you were in here.
Would it be okay if we used this room
to talk to Mr. Morganza?
No. I'm in the middle of something
with the councilman.
Sorry to bother you.
Would it be all right if we talked
in lnterrogation? Less personal.
-Sorry.
-Sure. Yeah, no problem.
Hey. Tilli.
Get over here.
Yo, why you calling me out
in front of my people?
I'm a cop. I hear you like cops.
That some sort of code
or something?
We know about you and Shane.
He's in the hospital.
-What for?
-Somebody jumped him.
-Figured you could tell us who.
-Wait, he caught a smackdown?
Is he all right? I wanna go see him.
Which hospital?
-His wife's with him right now.
-I'll say I'm a friend.
Shane doesn't have too many
teenage, black friends.
-How'd you get this?
-My stepdad.
Your stepdad know you
spreading your legs for Shane?
He got pretty angry.
I told him it wasn't his business.
If he tried to stop it, or put his hands
on me, Shane would kick his ass.
-Where's he at now?
-Hell if I know.
-Where's he work?
-He don't.
He about that monthly check
from the county.
Look, if he did that to Shane...
...what do you think
he's gonna do to me?
Stay away from the hospital
and from your old man.
I'll take care of him.
Corrine, that Percocet's not working.
-I'll ask for something stronger.
-Thanks.
Listen, before I forget,
these are his personal items...
...including his car keys.
One of the unis removed the bullets
from his gun.
-Those things scare the hell out of me.
-Thanks.
-Can you give us a minute, please?
-Sure.
-Goddamn you. How could you?
-Shit! Jesus. What?
Why do you need condoms
when I'm three months pregnant?
They must've been from before.
Mara, I'm not doing anything, baby.
I swear.
Son of a bitch. Yes, you are.
Does it have anything to do
with why you're here?
Does it?
Oh, no.
-Mara, it's nothing.
-It's nothing?
It's not important. Look, I'm....
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's just I've been all--
"I'm. I'm." You? This is us, okay?
Our family. You threw it away.
And for what?
I've been trying to help you
through all of this.
You waking up screaming,
and then you're--
I can't believe you. Jesus.
This is for the pain.
When Sabrina went missing,
everyone pitched in to help find her.
Friends, neighbors, my church.
But after a while, people go back
to their routines.
Life goes on.
Even the police move on
to other business...
...but she's still out there.
We appreciate you helping.
All I can say, as a parent myself,
is it's gotta be awful.
Your heart breaks all over again
every day you don't hear from her.
There are 15 kids on your list.
Is there any one you feel is
a particular risk to this predator?
Probably...
...Rosanna.
She had a pimp had his claws in her,
and once that happens...
...it sets up a whole victim mentality,
and that's an open invitation.
When was the last time
anyone saw her?
Two, three weeks ago.
Dutch? Kevin Hiatt. New here.
-Yeah, I know. Welcome.
-Thanks. Hey, listen.
We're running the
San Marcos murders.
I was just wondering if you
had any files I should see.
Yeah. Give me a few minutes,
I'll get them together.
What do you know about a guy
named Hernan?
Come here.
He's a fed. He's undercover
in the Salvadoran organization.
-So how do I get in touch with him?
-You don't.
I tried.
Female fed showed up
at my door at midnight...
...saying she's Hernan's handler
and back the hell off.
What agency?
ICE, so don't waste your time.
Well, it's my time to waste, right?
What's this handler's name?
Vic Mackey!
Jesus Christ.
The ghost of Christmas past.
You're looking good for an old guy.
I see them baldness cures
still ain't for shit.
Watch it.
Hey, I heard about your guy.
Curtis was a good kid.
None of us get out of this place
in one piece, right?
Yeah. I was away for the funeral.
Is there some sort of a charity...
...or a memorial fund
or something?
Audubon Society.
-Lem was really into birds, turns out.
-Okay.
-Things really turned around for you.
-Yeah.
You know, I got my feet
underneath me.
Doing pretty good. It took a minute,
but I'm doing pretty good.
-I got a business proposition for you.
-Look, rain check, man.
I got 1 2 DBs, no suspect.
My partner took a beating.
Not only am I flying solo, I gotta locate
who did it and return the favor.
Come on, Vic. You helped me
through a rough patch.
I'm just trying to, you know,
pay back the kindness.
Come on, come on.
Take a ride with me.
I'll have you back in 30.
Living large, driving around in a
high-end pussy magnet like this.
Only now I got a 26-year-old Filipina
I gotta keep in Gucci.
Buzz is you're getting
squeezed out, man.
-Maybe without a pension.
-I'm not getting squeezed out.
Nobody's got their hand
in my pocket, either.
-What's the job?
-Citizen. East L.A.
He owns an apartment building.
Wants to spruce it up and raise rents.
Only there's this undesirable element
camped out there.
So the landlord wants
to hire a cleaning crew.
Jamaican dope operation's
got the run of the place.
Terrorizing tenants.
Can't evict them
long as the rent's on time.
Need a little hand persuading them
to move elsewhere.
-My plate's pretty full right now.
-There's families living in this place.
Little kids riding their bikes
next to dope deals.
Landlord's paying good money,
too, right?
Cash, all right? Half up front.
Look, man, just scope it out.
If it looks good to you,
having a real badge...
...will make this thing
go smoother.
Besides, I can't do it without you.
Let's look.
Spotter.
Embedded with innocents.
Glad I was wrong about your
getting shoved out.
-It's a shitty way to go.
-Everybody knows you got a raw deal.
It was goddamned embarrassing.
You shit blood for them, then you don't
get to leave on your own terms.
Hope you never have
to go through that.
Yeah.
-There's security.
-Yep.
Probably two more upstairs.
Cashier guy, one at the door.
I'm gonna take a pass on this, Joe.
Whether you realize it or not,
you should do the same.
You don't understand, Vic.
This is my only paycheck this month.
I really gotta get going back.
Can you at least run priors?
Let me see what level asswipe
I'm dealing with here.
Yeah, sure.
Rosanna.
She had a pimp had his claws in her,
and once that happens...
...it sets up a whole victim mentality
and that"s an open invitation.
Is that him, baby?
-I'm sure that's his voice.
-You're positive?
I was pretty out of it, but if there's
a voice I'll never forget, it's his.
Entrance off the alley.
Yeah, he pulls up, takes the victims in
the side without anyone seeing.
Yep.
Hope your profile didn't say anything
about him being a neat freak.
You wouldn't want a cleaning lady
if you were holding a girl prisoner.
Dutch.
Rosanna?
Sabrina's room.
Concert poster Princess
remembered.
What 1 5-year-old
keeps a room this neat?
Mess in the rest of the house,
he's falling apart.
In here, he's preserving her memory,
or an idealized version of it anyway.
God, and what a cleanup job.
Shampoo. Wax.
Wouldn't count on any hair fibers.
Yeah.
We talked to Tilli.
Her old man got the drop on me.
-It's nothing. It's just a thing.
-Jesus Christ, Shane.
Like no one in this car's ever had a
little out-of-bounds ass.
You know, this is an 1 8-year-old girl...
...who's bedded the head
of the One-Niners.
She's done with him. Ask her.
You saying this is about more
than getting laid?
Look, everything's cool.
She just shot off her mouth about us...
...to the dickhead stepdad.
I got blindsided.
Yeah, I can see that. You may wanna
raise the mistress bar a little bit.
If you still want a wife
and kid to come home to.
Ever think about just coming clean?
About everything?
No.
Yeah, I know.
Guess we just have to live with it.
All right, it's dealer's choice
on the stepdad.
Ronnie and I can take care of him
or wait until you're strong enough.
No. No, just let it go.
This guy knowingly laid hands
on a cop.
This isn't just about
your bruised ego.
There's a principle.
Look, I don't want you
to do anything.
Please.
I got enough to deal with.
Mara?
Mara?
Mara.
Mara?
Mara, come on.
Look, this is stupid.
Mara, please just open the door.
Some black bitch called
on your phone.
She wanted to know if you were okay.
She sounded like she was 1 0.
Is that who you're banging
while I've got morning sickness?
-Mara--
-Just....
-Always been an asshole.
-Mara, please, I just--
Yeah, I know, you're all torn up
over Lem.
Get out.
I don't want our son or the new one
growing up anywhere near you.
Get out.
-What's up?
-My guy at lNS lD'd the arm...
...from the San Marcos house.
Eduardo Romero.
That supposed to mean something?
A mid-level bureaucrat in the Mexican
government. Presidential appointment.
Traveling around with a bunch
of drug-connected convicts?
One of their officials. Should've been
the first one the government lD'd.
So why didn't they tell us?
Could've embarrassed a lot of people
on both sides of the border.
That's right.
Stop. No notes.
This doesn't exist right now.
-The captain asked for an update.
-You heard what I said.
-What am I supposed to do?
-Hey, hey, no report.
This is raw intel. We don't
know where it leads.
The difference between unis
and the Strike Team...
...is you don't hand your superior
pieces of a puzzle...
...you hand them
the whole picture.
Sorry to keep you waiting so long.
We talked to local pimps,
put unis out on the street...
...trolling the places you said
Rosanna works.
Are there any other places
you can think of we should look?
-Not really, no.
-Think hard.
Sometimes we can locate kids just
from personal information about them.
Movies they like. Where they eat.
Music they listen to.
Yeah. I mean, you show me a kid's
room and I can tell you their life story.
You searched my house,
didn't you?
Why would we do that?
You looked in my daughter's room.
You won't find anything there.
We've got witnesses
that can lD you.
They recognize your voice...
...and remember the poster
in your daughter's room.
My lawyer will have me out of here
before your shift ends.
I'll be home before you guys.
You want to find your daughter,
right? Right?
You tell us what we wanna know,
I will personally re-open her case...
...and do everything I can
to find her.
You want answers?
All right. I'll give them to you...
...but only in front
of a news reporter.
I want Sabrina's story aired on TV.
I won't let you all bury her away again.
Couple of 21 1 's, possession.
One of them caught an F
for ag assault. Mostly minor stuff.
You round up a few more guys.
-I'm sorry to leave you hanging.
-No worries.
My buddy's waiting outside.
We can handle this.
Lot of ghosts in this place, man.
And every day's Halloween.
I'll walk you out.
Goddamn freeway. This city's
turning into a third-world shitbag.
-This is Lester. Vic Mackey.
-Know you by reputation.
I haven't been south of Pico
since I turned the badge in.
This'll be good exercise for you,
then, huh?
You should take a couple more bodies
with you on this one, Joe.
Be so stoned they won't
know what hit them.
These guys seem on their game.
One of them caught a
weapons charge recently.
Trust me. Raids like this
I used to do in my sleep.
Literally.
-Hey, Joe.
-Yeah?
Still need a wingman?
I'll have you back here in an hour.
What's your shot in all this?
Punishing girls...
...for running away, get back at
your own kid for disappearing?
If it gets one girl to go home
back to her parents....
That's a gift I was never given.
These girls were only
anally penetrated.
That wasn't about pleasure.
It was punishment.
I'm having trouble understanding
how putting these girls through hell...
...was gonna get your
daughter back?
You people gave up looking for her.
Three measly goddamn months of
investigating and you just gave up.
Look, I'm responsible too.
I could've made it easier,
but without her mother--
Wait. Why'd she leave?
Look, I've told you my story.
Find her.
She's been missing for three years.
You know, I may have to rework
the rapist's profile, Steve.
Our suspect is beginning
to look like a person of interest...
...in a murder investigation.
I didn't kill Sabrina.
My own daughter?
Look, she's alive, I just
can't find her myself.
You're still not telling us the truth.
The deal's off...
...unless you come
a hundred percent clean.
You didn't kill her? Why'd she leave?
Give me the videotape and get out.
-Give me the video.
-Okay. Okay.
No, I'll tell you.
Just make her turn the camera
off first.
Turn it off.
Sabrina's mother died
when she was 9.
Hodgkin's disease.
Sabrina never got over it.
I mean, neither of us did.
She began to look more
and more like Carly.
When l'd....
When I'd hold her in my arms
in bed at night...
...it was almost like my wife
was still with me.
I don't think Sabrina understood
just how much like her she was.
-ln every way.
-You molested your daughter?
Turn the camera back on, please.
Sabrina, honey, if you hear this...
...I never meant to hurt you.
Oh, Jesus.
I never meant to be so selfish.
Come back home. Please.
How long's it take to cop?
Spook gives the money,
spook gets the dope.
Been in there for 20 minutes.
With brothers, goddamn handshakes
can burn up ten minutes easy.
Garlic? Makes you stink.
Gives you an intimidating
psychological advantage.
I'll pass. I'd like to get laid tonight.
I heard that.
-Hey.
-Let's do this.
Let's go.
Clear.
Hey! Hey.
Get away from that damn door.
Get away from it.
Down on your knees.
-Come on, move, man.
-Hey, watch it!
Son of a bitch.
Let me go!
Fore.
Clear now.
You a sheepdog?
That's how she made you?
-Just reading them--
-Come on, man. Come on, man.
-Easy, man, come on now.
-Who wants what?
-You ain't no real cops.
-Shut up.
How much you want?
We'll cut you in for half.
Give me the super glue.
Get his hands. Get his hands.
Come on.
There we go.
Alrighty. Get up. Come on.
-This is some felonious bullshit, man.
-Shut up.
Assholes who don't listen
don't get to speak.
Hey, hey, hey. That's enough.
What do you want, man? Money?
Come on, bitch. Come on, bitch.
Crawl like a bitch.
Come on, get in here. Come on.
Piss or bleed. Your choice.
Attaboy.
That's it, baby.
Yeah.
Like a good fella, take a drink
out of the toilet. Lap it up.
-Lap it up.
-No, man. I ain't--
You heard the man. Come on, drink.
Drink.
Come on, lap it up, boy. Lap it up.
Yeah. Yeah.
That's it. Jesus Christ.
This is your official eviction notice.
You're no longer
tenants of this building.
-You hear me?
-Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
Landlord's got another
apartment building.
-I'm done.
-I'll get rid of Lester.
I'll help you with that.
I guess all that badass noise
I heard about you's bullshit.
Guess so. You guys
are going the other way.
-I'll call a black and white for a ride.
-Vic, get in.
Let him go, man.
We don't need him.
Most of the guys on his team
end up dead anyhow.
Vic.
Vic.
Detective. Did Sabrina
make the news?
-Yeah. It was the lead story.
-Good. Oh, that's good.
After the segment ran, another division
got an anonymous tip.
Said they'd find her body
out in a grave near Lake Elsinore.
Police there just dug up a body.
No. No, no, that's somebody else's
little girl. That's not....
That's just some kind of a prank
is what that is.
Some asshole saw the story
and just wanted to hurt me.
My Sabrina just needs to hear me
ask her to come home.
Your daughter's dead. You made her
run away. She got killed.
That's Hernan in the blue shirt.
I sweet-talked lCE into letting us
have some face time with her boy...
...so long as I promised
we'd be subtle.
Gonna have to treat him
like any other bad guy.
-Ready?
-Yeah.
Here we go.
Split up.
Come here.
Hey, stop. Stop fighting.
We know who you are.
You're Hernan? Agent Zinman
told me where to find you.
-Who are you?
-We're on the same side.
Get up. Come on.
Make it look good for the boys.
We're hearing about trouble with
Salvadorans and Mexicans.
Tell me you didn't
risk blowing my cover for that.
What we got is the Salvadorans...
...might have called for a hit
on the San Marcos house...
...then the Mexicans retaliated
by killing Guardo Lima.
Wasn't the Salvies.
Word is it was some
other Mexicans.
Killed their own? Unlikely.
Especially when one victim
was a government official.
-Eduardo Romero. You know him?
-No.
Probably some internal beef.
Look, my guess:
-Guardo was collateral damage.
-Serves him right.
-Prick blew up a friend of mine.
-What, that cop?
Guardo didn't do that.
I don't care what side this guy's on,
he's full of shit.
We all knew Emolia
was snitching to lAD.
We knew she was up
in the safe house on Harvest.
We know she's up in Seattle right now
at her sister's...
...but the word came down:
no distractions.
These guys didn't
take out their own rat.
No way they'd kill a cop.
It was somebody else.
Shit, Guardo wasn't even
up here then.
He was in Mexico with me.
Is anyone gonna make this
look good?
Come here. Come on.
Get over here.
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
-Maybe he's wrong.
-He's not wrong.
He's not wrong.
-Get out.
-Baby, please.
-Just go.
-Please, just ask me to come back.
-No.
-Baby, please. I'm begging you.
Please, just ask me to come back.
Right now, please.
Our son is in the other room.
Look, you've got to forgive me.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What I did was wrong. I know it.
Please, Mara. Please, God.
Please, just take me back.
You want me to forgive you
for sleeping with a girl...
...that is barely out of an inner-city
middle school?
Forget it. Go ahead, shoot me.
Shoot yourself.
No, I'm not forgiving you.
Jackson can never know
what I've done.
Our son can never know
what I've done.
Did Vic get you involved
in something?
He doesn't even know.
I killed Lem.
I did. I did it. I did it.
I dropped the grenade in his lap
and I just walked away.
And he was....
He was still breathing. He was alive,
and I just....
I just left him there, you know?
I just....
Mara, I killed him.
Why?
For us. Mara, I did it for us.
I thought he was gonna take a deal.
That he was-- He was
gonna give us all away...
...and I thought he was gonna
take me away from you.
From Jackson. From our baby.
I didn't know what else to do, Mara.
Now it's all wrong. It's all wrong.
It just keeps going all wrong.
God, please. God, please.
Please, forgive me.
Please. I can't--
I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry. Please, just ask me back.
Got 1 2 dead Mexicans slaughtered
in that house on San Marcos.
-No arrests.
-I'll make some calls.
A name keeps popping up
in my interviews: Hernan.
Undercover in the
Salvadoran organization.
Stop trying to contact him.
Moses. Thought we told you
to stay away from tweener pussy.
-Stop seeing that asshole.
-I know.
-So this guy targets runaways.
-While telling them to "go home."
-There's another girl.
-We didn't believe her.
Congratulations on
getting another girl ass-raped.
Anything you can tell us?
Where he held you?
It was a girl's room.
Posters on the wall
were all white boys
in these gay poses.
This is Kevin Hiatt.
He's ours starting next week.
You're not adding anybody
I don't have approval of.
He's not your addition,
he's your replacement.
Hiatt's decided to add
to the Strike Team.
-I suggested you.
-All right.
Shane?
Lem, I'm sorry, but I had to, right?
We're gonna find out who did this,
and we're gonna kill him.
It's Guardo. We stepped on his
drug protection play twice.
Maybe he didn't do it.
-lf it wasn't Guardo, who was it?
-Well, look at him, man.
Watch this corner.
Found him swirling in a gutter.
-Conscious?
-ln and out.
Contusions, possible fractures.
Vitals are stable.
-Put him in Curtain 2.
-All right.
Call a Resident to check
for internal bleeding.
-Better tell him to hurry.
-Thought he was stable.
He is, but we found this.
He's a cop.
Shane?
Corrine. What happened?
He was beaten pretty badly
and doesn't remember how.
-Where? When?
-Found him a few blocks from here.
Oh, man.
No shit from you guys.
-Already took one pounding today.
-What happened?
I was walking to my truck, next thing l
know I'm coming to in a meat wagon.
-You didn't see anyone?
-They left my wallet. Badge, gun.
Think it might've been Salvadorans?
Some lame attempt at one of us?
-Payback for Guardo?
-Wouldn't be having this conversation.
This was just a good
old-fashioned shit-kicking.
It's probably some asshole we sent up,
fresh out.
I'll run down recent releases,
check in with the POs.
Tell me something first.
Who's this guy?
New girlfriend likes baby-smooth skin
between her thighs.
You should have her call me.
Oh, my God. What happened?
-What did the doctors say?
-The x-rays are all good.
-I'll get working on who did this.
-Baby, what happened to you?
-How's Shane doing?
-Hurting for certain.
Not especially pleasing to the eye
at the moment.
I'm gonna post a protective detail
outside his room until we know more.
What do you know
about San Marcos?
-I heard about them. Grisly stuff.
-Robbery-Homicide's running with it.
We got the handoff.
Aceveda's all over this.
Ten days ago my detective
found 1 2 bodies hacked to pieces.
Well, 1 1 bodies, one arm.
Machete's weapon of choice
for the Salvadorans.
Supports the tip Aceveda's
cronies gave us...
...that the killers were Salvadorans.
Victims were all Mexican illegals.
-Three women, nine men.
-lDs?
All but the arm. Mexican government
had them in their system.
-lf you call that a system.
-All from the same prison.
Released two days before.
All in there.
This becomes the Strike Team's
top priority now.
Solving it quickly is the difference
between keeping the Barn open...
...or closing it for good.
They're shutting this place down?
Put a dozen murders
in the win column.
Make our rate too
good-looking to lose us.
Get with Dutch. He found the bodies.
The Barn going out of business
stays between us.
Last thing Farmington needs
is cops who feel like lame ducks.
All right, let's have a look at it.
Give me a sec.
No one on the street's bragging
about giving Shane a beat down.
All right. Well, have the unis
keep their eyes and ears open.
-What, man?
-Guardo's girlfriend.
She could've figured out we used her
to get him, told his people....
-The Salvadorans are after us.
-I don't think so.
Shane got hit with a fist,
not a machete or a grenade.
Let's go.
RHD's pretty thorough.
They give us a starting place
with the victims?
Released from a prison in Sinaloa,
connections to the same cartel.
-All with guest worker visas.
-Let me see that.
-Prisoners don't get work visas.
-Especially not real ones.
A-plus forgeries then.
Yeah. Where do you want me
to start, jefe?
It's either give you a hand
or be out on the street, right?
I've still got some drag at lNS. I'll get
them to run a quick lD on the arm.
You know these streets
better than anyone.
-Where do you wanna start?
-With the visas.
Know anyone that does
that quality of work?
I might know a guy.
By the way, welcome to the team.
Won't let you down.
He's the boss now.
Don't let him down.
Let's go.
Graciela Sanchez is getting out
of Mission Cross today.
How we doing lD'ing her rapist?
Billings is pounding the pavement
with the sketch.
The feds are running the profile
I came up with...
...through their database
for UNSUBs.
Contact the local Ys, shelters--
I did it. I did it.
No one's gotten back to me.
-Stay on top of them.
-Our guy's m.o.'s escalating.
Wouldn't surprise me if he's already
got a fresh victim.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing?
Details of the crime scene. Create a
written report for the files on this case.
Who wants what, and why, and how
slaughtering all those people...
...in this room helped
achieve that goal.
That's all you need
to be writing down, man.
-Hey, hey. I don't want to be here.
-Too bad.
Twelve people.
Three of them women.
Cut to pieces in this place
1 0 days ago.
I read about it in the paper.
I didn't need to see it.
They were carrying these.
Only one guy good enough to
produce this kind of work. That's you.
-I changed careers.
-lf not you, then who?
I couldn't say.
-Paper men, we have a code.
-You have a code.
You see the blood on these walls,
huh? You see it?
You have no idea of the pressure
to point the finger.
No matter how bogus that lD.
Look again.
These were done in Mexico,
not here.
-How can you be so sure?
-The font.
They use an older version.
It's almost the same, but not quite.
Mexicans and the Sals, troubled times.
Latinos can't even trust each other.
Wait outside.
Brown on brown. It's a place to start.
Body count like this,
the Aztecs and Mayans...
...are squabbling over more
than who invented the burrito.
So let's start with the Salvadorans.
Thank you, sheriff.
Didn't expect to see your
grenade-tossing ass...
...for at least 30 years.
-It's your lucky day.
-Guardo's number two has a mouth.
Why are your old amigos
beefing with the Mexicans?
Day trip for me,
but you wasted your time.
Get your feet down.
I'm just enjoying the air.
What's it gonna take to make it
worth my time?
I wanna know if Guardo
or any other Salvadorans...
...were behind
the San Marcos murders.
You get one request. I deny it, that's it,
you're back in your hole...
...but if it's something reasonable....
I want my dick sucked by a hottie.
Right here on the table.
Thought it was gonna
be something difficult.
All right. Info first,
dick sucking next.
They killed Guardo. The Mexicans.
-When?
-He came back to L.A. a week ago.
-Then, bam, just disappeared.
-Explains why we can't find him.
Guardo worked for the cartel.
Why the bad blood?
-Hey, dick ain't gonna suck itself.
-No, that's the straight-up truth.
Beaners the ones started this beef.
Salvas gonna finish it.
So Guardo's MlA, presumably dead,
you're wearing orange.
Who's gonna take up the fight?
Being worked out in upper
management. Octavio, Rodrigo...
...Hernan....
I've heard of the first two.
Who's this Hernan?
New guy.
Wants to be the shot-caller.
If he's a player,
how come he's a mystery?
Just here from Salvador.
Yeah? Where?
Hey.
What about my hummer?
Asher. Come here.
-You're a hottie in some circles, right?
-Damn straight. Why?
This is Tejado. He's got
a special request for you.
Yeah? What's that?
-That was Moses.
-The One-Niner baller?
Yeah. He's got some intel
on Shane.
I know this is the
first priority, though.
Wyms wants you on a short leash,
so don't walk into traffic.
You'll make me look bad.
Your friend Graciela's
been released.
-You know, she was raped.
-Who's Graciela?
According to the girls at the rec center,
you two are pretty tight.
How long you been on the street?
By law we're required
to send runaways back home.
If you cooperate, tell us
everything you know about Graciela...
...and promise to go back home
on your own...
...we'll take you at your word.
Haven't seen her lately.
Any strange men ever
followed her around?
-Acting suspicious toward her?
-One guy at Ray's...
...who was creeping us out.
The burger stand on Wilcox?
J.B.
We'd smile, he'd give us burgers
and shit.
-Ever feel sick after J.B. feeds you?
-No, why?
According to the girls, you were
friendly. Giving them food.
-They're lying.
-lf you stole from your employer...
-...that's a parole violation.
-You homesick for the joint?
Look, maybe I talked to them
once or twice.
Gave them leftovers. So?
Talking to them's one thing.
Spiking soda with GHB...
...sodomizing and torturing
them's another.
I didn't do that shit.
It's gotta be tough to meet
a nice girl your age.
Ex-con pulling minimum wage.
But a homeless, hungry
1 5-year-old runaway...
...easy to impress
with a burger and fries.
Hey, hey. It's cool. It's cool.
You better pray you didn't hurt that
foot sticking it up a white cop's ass.
Easy dude. I'm rocking a pimp stick
because I'm cold like that.
You got something to say
about Shane? Start talking.
Remember Tilli?
That chick I was with
the last time we met.
That 1 2-year-old
you're sticking?
She's 1 8. Old enough for your boy...
...to be tapping that ass
behind my back.
-Shane is banging that chick?
-That's what I said.
I brought y'all down
because y'all have reason...
...to think I beat him.
Riding up in your girl's steeze
works as motive for me.
I ain't hit that shit in a minute,
and I ain't about no sloppy seconds.
Word, I did not take flight on your boy,
not that I would have minded.
-Then who did?
-Ask the little ho.
Seems like she all about telling
the white man what he wanna hear.
-Hey. I'm Detective Wagenbach.
-Carlos Morganza. Children's Beacon.
The runaway shelter.
You sent out an alert to us.
Thanks for coming. You're the first
person to get back to me.
When I heard what happened...
...I put together a list of kids I thought
were most at risk.
You know, drugs, prostitution.
Is there any way we can confirm
which kids have been seen...
...in the last 24 hours?
I'll do what I can.
Thanks for coming in.
My daughter, Sabrina, went missing.
It's been three years now.
Her case got cold.
The police had other priorities.
If you could take a look.
When I get a chance, absolutely.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
Okay. Just take it easy.
Go slow.
-Hey.
-Sorry.
Jesus. We're gonna find out
who did this.
How you doing?
You just saw the only part of him
that's not bruised.
The captain sent me over here
to take a statement.
-I already told Vic everything.
-Yeah.
I have orders to park out here
as your protective detail.
I'll be fine. I was in the wrong
place at the wrong time.
-I got orders. I'll be right outside.
-Thanks.
You got it? Okay.
Feds faxed over some suspects
that fit your profile.
Anything turn up at J.B.'s?
No signs he used the place
to imprison runaways.
He'd have to take his victims
up four flights of stairs.
Paper-thin walls. Hard to believe
he could do that...
-...without somebody noticing.
-Good luck.
Detective Wagenbach.
Carlos. Detective Billings,
Carlos Morganza.
He's a counselor at
Children's Beacon.
I got involved three years ago
when my own daughter went missing.
-Sorry to hear that.
-Listen.
My colleagues and I checked into that
list of high-risk kids.
These are the ones
we've lost touch with most recently.
-This is great. Thank you.
-Sure.
Listen, I can run through them
with you.
I'm in the weeds.
If you sit at my desk...
...I can get a uni to take notes.
-Sure.
-Thank you.
Dutch-man.
Remind me again
your profile of our bad guy.
-Why, so you can shit all over it?
-No, I'm serious.
He's a single father whose daughter
disappeared or died prematurely.
What kind of douche bag
breaks his ass trying to help the cops?
-Well, he's got a missing--
-Right?
A lot of these freaks like to insert
themselves into the investigations.
You know what, Carlos, I think I can
make time for you right now.
Claudette Wyms,
this is Cruz Pezuela.
I wanted to introduce Cruz
to the new captain.
More like the fresh meat
in Farmington. Hello.
It's a pleasure.
What's the latest on
the San Marcos massacre?
I'm sorry. Are you with the
Police Committee as well?
-No.
-I can vouch for Cruz.
He's respected in the community.
He passed on that information about
the possible Salvadoran connection.
I know a lot of people
who are devastated...
...by this new level of violence.
-As are we all.
-Claudette has full support.
-How many detectives you got on it?
-The entire Strike Team.
-Mackey too?
-Kevin Hiatt's taking point.
He was with lNS for four years.
The victims are all Mexican.
He's more than qualified.
I should hope so.
-Could you give us a minute?
-Course.
-Don't ever ambush me like that again.
-He has concerns. I share them.
I don't care how plugged into
your constituency that guy is.
Bringing a civilian into a
confidential police matter...
...undermines the investigation
and my authority.
I meant no disrespect.
Perhaps you wouldn't be taking it
personally if you had more facts.
I'm sorry, captain.
I didn't know you were in here.
Would it be okay if we used this room
to talk to Mr. Morganza?
No. I'm in the middle of something
with the councilman.
Sorry to bother you.
Would it be all right if we talked
in lnterrogation? Less personal.
-Sorry.
-Sure. Yeah, no problem.
Hey. Tilli.
Get over here.
Yo, why you calling me out
in front of my people?
I'm a cop. I hear you like cops.
That some sort of code
or something?
We know about you and Shane.
He's in the hospital.
-What for?
-Somebody jumped him.
-Figured you could tell us who.
-Wait, he caught a smackdown?
Is he all right? I wanna go see him.
Which hospital?
-His wife's with him right now.
-I'll say I'm a friend.
Shane doesn't have too many
teenage, black friends.
-How'd you get this?
-My stepdad.
Your stepdad know you
spreading your legs for Shane?
He got pretty angry.
I told him it wasn't his business.
If he tried to stop it, or put his hands
on me, Shane would kick his ass.
-Where's he at now?
-Hell if I know.
-Where's he work?
-He don't.
He about that monthly check
from the county.
Look, if he did that to Shane...
...what do you think
he's gonna do to me?
Stay away from the hospital
and from your old man.
I'll take care of him.
Corrine, that Percocet's not working.
-I'll ask for something stronger.
-Thanks.
Listen, before I forget,
these are his personal items...
...including his car keys.
One of the unis removed the bullets
from his gun.
-Those things scare the hell out of me.
-Thanks.
-Can you give us a minute, please?
-Sure.
-Goddamn you. How could you?
-Shit! Jesus. What?
Why do you need condoms
when I'm three months pregnant?
They must've been from before.
Mara, I'm not doing anything, baby.
I swear.
Son of a bitch. Yes, you are.
Does it have anything to do
with why you're here?
Does it?
Oh, no.
-Mara, it's nothing.
-It's nothing?
It's not important. Look, I'm....
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's just I've been all--
"I'm. I'm." You? This is us, okay?
Our family. You threw it away.
And for what?
I've been trying to help you
through all of this.
You waking up screaming,
and then you're--
I can't believe you. Jesus.
This is for the pain.
When Sabrina went missing,
everyone pitched in to help find her.
Friends, neighbors, my church.
But after a while, people go back
to their routines.
Life goes on.
Even the police move on
to other business...
...but she's still out there.
We appreciate you helping.
All I can say, as a parent myself,
is it's gotta be awful.
Your heart breaks all over again
every day you don't hear from her.
There are 15 kids on your list.
Is there any one you feel is
a particular risk to this predator?
Probably...
...Rosanna.
She had a pimp had his claws in her,
and once that happens...
...it sets up a whole victim mentality,
and that's an open invitation.
When was the last time
anyone saw her?
Two, three weeks ago.
Dutch? Kevin Hiatt. New here.
-Yeah, I know. Welcome.
-Thanks. Hey, listen.
We're running the
San Marcos murders.
I was just wondering if you
had any files I should see.
Yeah. Give me a few minutes,
I'll get them together.
What do you know about a guy
named Hernan?
Come here.
He's a fed. He's undercover
in the Salvadoran organization.
-So how do I get in touch with him?
-You don't.
I tried.
Female fed showed up
at my door at midnight...
...saying she's Hernan's handler
and back the hell off.
What agency?
ICE, so don't waste your time.
Well, it's my time to waste, right?
What's this handler's name?
Vic Mackey!
Jesus Christ.
The ghost of Christmas past.
You're looking good for an old guy.
I see them baldness cures
still ain't for shit.
Watch it.
Hey, I heard about your guy.
Curtis was a good kid.
None of us get out of this place
in one piece, right?
Yeah. I was away for the funeral.
Is there some sort of a charity...
...or a memorial fund
or something?
Audubon Society.
-Lem was really into birds, turns out.
-Okay.
-Things really turned around for you.
-Yeah.
You know, I got my feet
underneath me.
Doing pretty good. It took a minute,
but I'm doing pretty good.
-I got a business proposition for you.
-Look, rain check, man.
I got 1 2 DBs, no suspect.
My partner took a beating.
Not only am I flying solo, I gotta locate
who did it and return the favor.
Come on, Vic. You helped me
through a rough patch.
I'm just trying to, you know,
pay back the kindness.
Come on, come on.
Take a ride with me.
I'll have you back in 30.
Living large, driving around in a
high-end pussy magnet like this.
Only now I got a 26-year-old Filipina
I gotta keep in Gucci.
Buzz is you're getting
squeezed out, man.
-Maybe without a pension.
-I'm not getting squeezed out.
Nobody's got their hand
in my pocket, either.
-What's the job?
-Citizen. East L.A.
He owns an apartment building.
Wants to spruce it up and raise rents.
Only there's this undesirable element
camped out there.
So the landlord wants
to hire a cleaning crew.
Jamaican dope operation's
got the run of the place.
Terrorizing tenants.
Can't evict them
long as the rent's on time.
Need a little hand persuading them
to move elsewhere.
-My plate's pretty full right now.
-There's families living in this place.
Little kids riding their bikes
next to dope deals.
Landlord's paying good money,
too, right?
Cash, all right? Half up front.
Look, man, just scope it out.
If it looks good to you,
having a real badge...
...will make this thing
go smoother.
Besides, I can't do it without you.
Let's look.
Spotter.
Embedded with innocents.
Glad I was wrong about your
getting shoved out.
-It's a shitty way to go.
-Everybody knows you got a raw deal.
It was goddamned embarrassing.
You shit blood for them, then you don't
get to leave on your own terms.
Hope you never have
to go through that.
Yeah.
-There's security.
-Yep.
Probably two more upstairs.
Cashier guy, one at the door.
I'm gonna take a pass on this, Joe.
Whether you realize it or not,
you should do the same.
You don't understand, Vic.
This is my only paycheck this month.
I really gotta get going back.
Can you at least run priors?
Let me see what level asswipe
I'm dealing with here.
Yeah, sure.
Rosanna.
She had a pimp had his claws in her,
and once that happens...
...it sets up a whole victim mentality
and that"s an open invitation.
Is that him, baby?
-I'm sure that's his voice.
-You're positive?
I was pretty out of it, but if there's
a voice I'll never forget, it's his.
Entrance off the alley.
Yeah, he pulls up, takes the victims in
the side without anyone seeing.
Yep.
Hope your profile didn't say anything
about him being a neat freak.
You wouldn't want a cleaning lady
if you were holding a girl prisoner.
Dutch.
Rosanna?
Sabrina's room.
Concert poster Princess
remembered.
What 1 5-year-old
keeps a room this neat?
Mess in the rest of the house,
he's falling apart.
In here, he's preserving her memory,
or an idealized version of it anyway.
God, and what a cleanup job.
Shampoo. Wax.
Wouldn't count on any hair fibers.
Yeah.
We talked to Tilli.
Her old man got the drop on me.
-It's nothing. It's just a thing.
-Jesus Christ, Shane.
Like no one in this car's ever had a
little out-of-bounds ass.
You know, this is an 1 8-year-old girl...
...who's bedded the head
of the One-Niners.
She's done with him. Ask her.
You saying this is about more
than getting laid?
Look, everything's cool.
She just shot off her mouth about us...
...to the dickhead stepdad.
I got blindsided.
Yeah, I can see that. You may wanna
raise the mistress bar a little bit.
If you still want a wife
and kid to come home to.
Ever think about just coming clean?
About everything?
No.
Yeah, I know.
Guess we just have to live with it.
All right, it's dealer's choice
on the stepdad.
Ronnie and I can take care of him
or wait until you're strong enough.
No. No, just let it go.
This guy knowingly laid hands
on a cop.
This isn't just about
your bruised ego.
There's a principle.
Look, I don't want you
to do anything.
Please.
I got enough to deal with.
Mara?
Mara?
Mara.
Mara?
Mara, come on.
Look, this is stupid.
Mara, please just open the door.
Some black bitch called
on your phone.
She wanted to know if you were okay.
She sounded like she was 1 0.
Is that who you're banging
while I've got morning sickness?
-Mara--
-Just....
-Always been an asshole.
-Mara, please, I just--
Yeah, I know, you're all torn up
over Lem.
Get out.
I don't want our son or the new one
growing up anywhere near you.
Get out.
-What's up?
-My guy at lNS lD'd the arm...
...from the San Marcos house.
Eduardo Romero.
That supposed to mean something?
A mid-level bureaucrat in the Mexican
government. Presidential appointment.
Traveling around with a bunch
of drug-connected convicts?
One of their officials. Should've been
the first one the government lD'd.
So why didn't they tell us?
Could've embarrassed a lot of people
on both sides of the border.
That's right.
Stop. No notes.
This doesn't exist right now.
-The captain asked for an update.
-You heard what I said.
-What am I supposed to do?
-Hey, hey, no report.
This is raw intel. We don't
know where it leads.
The difference between unis
and the Strike Team...
...is you don't hand your superior
pieces of a puzzle...
...you hand them
the whole picture.
Sorry to keep you waiting so long.
We talked to local pimps,
put unis out on the street...
...trolling the places you said
Rosanna works.
Are there any other places
you can think of we should look?
-Not really, no.
-Think hard.
Sometimes we can locate kids just
from personal information about them.
Movies they like. Where they eat.
Music they listen to.
Yeah. I mean, you show me a kid's
room and I can tell you their life story.
You searched my house,
didn't you?
Why would we do that?
You looked in my daughter's room.
You won't find anything there.
We've got witnesses
that can lD you.
They recognize your voice...
...and remember the poster
in your daughter's room.
My lawyer will have me out of here
before your shift ends.
I'll be home before you guys.
You want to find your daughter,
right? Right?
You tell us what we wanna know,
I will personally re-open her case...
...and do everything I can
to find her.
You want answers?
All right. I'll give them to you...
...but only in front
of a news reporter.
I want Sabrina's story aired on TV.
I won't let you all bury her away again.
Couple of 21 1 's, possession.
One of them caught an F
for ag assault. Mostly minor stuff.
You round up a few more guys.
-I'm sorry to leave you hanging.
-No worries.
My buddy's waiting outside.
We can handle this.
Lot of ghosts in this place, man.
And every day's Halloween.
I'll walk you out.
Goddamn freeway. This city's
turning into a third-world shitbag.
-This is Lester. Vic Mackey.
-Know you by reputation.
I haven't been south of Pico
since I turned the badge in.
This'll be good exercise for you,
then, huh?
You should take a couple more bodies
with you on this one, Joe.
Be so stoned they won't
know what hit them.
These guys seem on their game.
One of them caught a
weapons charge recently.
Trust me. Raids like this
I used to do in my sleep.
Literally.
-Hey, Joe.
-Yeah?
Still need a wingman?
I'll have you back here in an hour.
What's your shot in all this?
Punishing girls...
...for running away, get back at
your own kid for disappearing?
If it gets one girl to go home
back to her parents....
That's a gift I was never given.
These girls were only
anally penetrated.
That wasn't about pleasure.
It was punishment.
I'm having trouble understanding
how putting these girls through hell...
...was gonna get your
daughter back?
You people gave up looking for her.
Three measly goddamn months of
investigating and you just gave up.
Look, I'm responsible too.
I could've made it easier,
but without her mother--
Wait. Why'd she leave?
Look, I've told you my story.
Find her.
She's been missing for three years.
You know, I may have to rework
the rapist's profile, Steve.
Our suspect is beginning
to look like a person of interest...
...in a murder investigation.
I didn't kill Sabrina.
My own daughter?
Look, she's alive, I just
can't find her myself.
You're still not telling us the truth.
The deal's off...
...unless you come
a hundred percent clean.
You didn't kill her? Why'd she leave?
Give me the videotape and get out.
-Give me the video.
-Okay. Okay.
No, I'll tell you.
Just make her turn the camera
off first.
Turn it off.
Sabrina's mother died
when she was 9.
Hodgkin's disease.
Sabrina never got over it.
I mean, neither of us did.
She began to look more
and more like Carly.
When l'd....
When I'd hold her in my arms
in bed at night...
...it was almost like my wife
was still with me.
I don't think Sabrina understood
just how much like her she was.
-ln every way.
-You molested your daughter?
Turn the camera back on, please.
Sabrina, honey, if you hear this...
...I never meant to hurt you.
Oh, Jesus.
I never meant to be so selfish.
Come back home. Please.
How long's it take to cop?
Spook gives the money,
spook gets the dope.
Been in there for 20 minutes.
With brothers, goddamn handshakes
can burn up ten minutes easy.
Garlic? Makes you stink.
Gives you an intimidating
psychological advantage.
I'll pass. I'd like to get laid tonight.
I heard that.
-Hey.
-Let's do this.
Let's go.
Clear.
Hey! Hey.
Get away from that damn door.
Get away from it.
Down on your knees.
-Come on, move, man.
-Hey, watch it!
Son of a bitch.
Let me go!
Fore.
Clear now.
You a sheepdog?
That's how she made you?
-Just reading them--
-Come on, man. Come on, man.
-Easy, man, come on now.
-Who wants what?
-You ain't no real cops.
-Shut up.
How much you want?
We'll cut you in for half.
Give me the super glue.
Get his hands. Get his hands.
Come on.
There we go.
Alrighty. Get up. Come on.
-This is some felonious bullshit, man.
-Shut up.
Assholes who don't listen
don't get to speak.
Hey, hey, hey. That's enough.
What do you want, man? Money?
Come on, bitch. Come on, bitch.
Crawl like a bitch.
Come on, get in here. Come on.
Piss or bleed. Your choice.
Attaboy.
That's it, baby.
Yeah.
Like a good fella, take a drink
out of the toilet. Lap it up.
-Lap it up.
-No, man. I ain't--
You heard the man. Come on, drink.
Drink.
Come on, lap it up, boy. Lap it up.
Yeah. Yeah.
That's it. Jesus Christ.
This is your official eviction notice.
You're no longer
tenants of this building.
-You hear me?
-Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
Landlord's got another
apartment building.
-I'm done.
-I'll get rid of Lester.
I'll help you with that.
I guess all that badass noise
I heard about you's bullshit.
Guess so. You guys
are going the other way.
-I'll call a black and white for a ride.
-Vic, get in.
Let him go, man.
We don't need him.
Most of the guys on his team
end up dead anyhow.
Vic.
Vic.
Detective. Did Sabrina
make the news?
-Yeah. It was the lead story.
-Good. Oh, that's good.
After the segment ran, another division
got an anonymous tip.
Said they'd find her body
out in a grave near Lake Elsinore.
Police there just dug up a body.
No. No, no, that's somebody else's
little girl. That's not....
That's just some kind of a prank
is what that is.
Some asshole saw the story
and just wanted to hurt me.
My Sabrina just needs to hear me
ask her to come home.
Your daughter's dead. You made her
run away. She got killed.
That's Hernan in the blue shirt.
I sweet-talked lCE into letting us
have some face time with her boy...
...so long as I promised
we'd be subtle.
Gonna have to treat him
like any other bad guy.
-Ready?
-Yeah.
Here we go.
Split up.
Come here.
Hey, stop. Stop fighting.
We know who you are.
You're Hernan? Agent Zinman
told me where to find you.
-Who are you?
-We're on the same side.
Get up. Come on.
Make it look good for the boys.
We're hearing about trouble with
Salvadorans and Mexicans.
Tell me you didn't
risk blowing my cover for that.
What we got is the Salvadorans...
...might have called for a hit
on the San Marcos house...
...then the Mexicans retaliated
by killing Guardo Lima.
Wasn't the Salvies.
Word is it was some
other Mexicans.
Killed their own? Unlikely.
Especially when one victim
was a government official.
-Eduardo Romero. You know him?
-No.
Probably some internal beef.
Look, my guess:
-Guardo was collateral damage.
-Serves him right.
-Prick blew up a friend of mine.
-What, that cop?
Guardo didn't do that.
I don't care what side this guy's on,
he's full of shit.
We all knew Emolia
was snitching to lAD.
We knew she was up
in the safe house on Harvest.
We know she's up in Seattle right now
at her sister's...
...but the word came down:
no distractions.
These guys didn't
take out their own rat.
No way they'd kill a cop.
It was somebody else.
Shit, Guardo wasn't even
up here then.
He was in Mexico with me.
Is anyone gonna make this
look good?
Come here. Come on.
Get over here.
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
-Maybe he's wrong.
-He's not wrong.
He's not wrong.
-Get out.
-Baby, please.
-Just go.
-Please, just ask me to come back.
-No.
-Baby, please. I'm begging you.
Please, just ask me to come back.
Right now, please.
Our son is in the other room.
Look, you've got to forgive me.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What I did was wrong. I know it.
Please, Mara. Please, God.
Please, just take me back.
You want me to forgive you
for sleeping with a girl...
...that is barely out of an inner-city
middle school?
Forget it. Go ahead, shoot me.
Shoot yourself.
No, I'm not forgiving you.
Jackson can never know
what I've done.
Our son can never know
what I've done.
Did Vic get you involved
in something?
He doesn't even know.
I killed Lem.
I did. I did it. I did it.
I dropped the grenade in his lap
and I just walked away.
And he was....
He was still breathing. He was alive,
and I just....
I just left him there, you know?
I just....
Mara, I killed him.
Why?
For us. Mara, I did it for us.
I thought he was gonna take a deal.
That he was-- He was
gonna give us all away...
...and I thought he was gonna
take me away from you.
From Jackson. From our baby.
I didn't know what else to do, Mara.
Now it's all wrong. It's all wrong.
It just keeps going all wrong.
God, please. God, please.
Please, forgive me.
Please. I can't--
I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry. Please, just ask me back.