The Shield (2002–2008): Season 6, Episode 6 - Chasing Ghosts - full transcript
After Vic learns that Guardo wasn't Lem's killer, he begins to suspect that Shane could have been responsible. Meanwhile, Vic does a favor for a city official, hoping it will give him an ally in his quest to avoid early retirement.
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On the ground!
-Grenades.
-We gotta go get Lem.
If he doesn't show,
assume he made the deal.
They're gonna make you
give us up.
Shane?
-Grenades.
-The El Salvadorans.
Their leader's missing.
Name is Guardo. Start there.
We'll find out who did this
and we'll kill him.
Why am I trusting you?
If you care about Guardo,
you'll play it my way.
-Let Nydia go.
-She's how we're gonna get to Guardo.
Maybe he didn't do it, man.
-lf it wasn't Guardo, who else was it?
-Look at him, man.
Tilli, we know about you and Shane.
He's in the hospital.
Your stepdad know
you spread your legs for Shane?
Her old man got the drop on me.
Some black bitch called.
Is that who you're banging while I've
got morning sickness? Get out.
What do you know about Hernan?
He's a fed undercover
in the Salvadoran organization.
-Who are you?
-We're on the same side.
Heard about trouble with
Salvadorans and Mexicans.
My guess:
Guardo's collateral damage.
-Prick blew up a friend.
-That cop? Guardo didn't do that.
The word came down: no distractions.
Guardo wasn't even up here then.
He was in Mexico with me.
Our son can never
know what I've done.
I killed Lem.
Please forgive me, please. I can't--
I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry.
Please, just ask me back.
Who's got it? Eyes up.
Nobody wants to talk.
Don't look at me.
Somebody's got it.
Can't do nothing the easy way.
All right, ladies,
ain't your first time at the dance.
You know the drill. Drop them.
Oh, yeah, pretty boy,
you've got a lot to think about.
Take your time.
Not you. Hurry up.
Come on, move!
I want your shoes.
I want your pants, your shirts.
Neat little piles.
Is he alone?
Sound of it, it's a do-not-disturb.
Yeah, come in.
What is it, Billy?
-You have a visitor, Antwon.
-What does Renee look like?
I know. I'm sorry.
I know my visitor can't be
as half as fine as Renee.
-Ain't that right, baby?
-Better be right.
Some white cop from L.A.
He's pressing the warden
about seeing you right away.
Give me two shakes.
And shut that damn dog up.
Now, I ain't got time
for sweet nothings, baby.
You gonna have to show me what
that good God gave you right now.
Come here.
My day just
gets sunnier and sunnier.
How's life in prison?
Much better now that Kavanaugh
went down for framing you.
Got my privileges back.
I didn't know
we still had business together.
You mean since my guy you put
a hit out on got a grenade in his lap?
I heard about that. Gotta give
somebody points for creativity.
Yeah, you.
You may have wanted
your pound of flesh from me.
Waiting for Lem
to come into jail...
...but he ran.
So you had your guys on the outside
find him, kill him...
...make it look Salvadoran.
One-time offer.
You tell me who it was
on the outside who offed Lem...
...the punishment
will be limited to them.
You don't give me
all their names right now...
...and I'll start tearing up your gang
from the outside...
...and I'll start tearing at your perks
from the inside.
And I promise you, I swear to God...
...I will find a way, no matter how many
guards you have on your payroll...
...to get to you inside here.
And that, ladies and gentlemen...
...is my final encore.
Making the great Vic Mackey
think I'm everyone and everywhere.
Responsible for all
the worst crimes against humanity.
It's sad, really.
You know, chasing ghosts
haven't done you any favors.
I didn't off your boy.
Wished I did.
And so do you, because if
you're coming after me for this...
...that means you lost
your last clue.
Good seeing you, though.
He says, "Daddy, I got a boo-boo."
-Shane.
-"But my boo-boo's on the inside."
-Talk to you later.
-Okay.
-When did you get in?
-Ten minutes ago.
-We got a problem.
-What?
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
No one
in the Salvadoran organization did.
-What?
-Took a flyer at Antwon too.
-One-Niners are a no-go.
-We're back at square one.
No.
Guardo's in a bunch of
charred pieces because--
He didn't do it.
-We got credible intel.
-From who?
Federal lCE agent working
undercover with the Salvadorans.
The feds have the final say?
You know they've lied to keep us
from playing in their backyard?
Doesn't feel like that.
So he's the rare fed that lies well.
Look, we finished this.
There's nothing more to find out.
All right?
Hey, Dutch.
Where are we with Lem's case?
Holding pattern.
Still working on finding Guardo.
That Guardo's a dead end.
I got it right from Hernan.
You met with Hernan?
The lCE told me
I couldn't get a sit-down.
What's the lab report say?
It's not back yet. It's due.
I got a dead cop and no suspect.
Think you could light a fire
under their burner?
-Yeah, maybe.
-Yeah?
Did something happen
last weekend when you had Cassidy?
-Something to upset her?
-No, why?
She won't stay with you...
...when I go to San Francisco
for the Cure Autism Now rally.
-Why not?
-She doesn"t wanna talk about it.
I've already got hotel reservations,
the plane tickets--
I'll talk to her.
Whatever it is, we'll fix it.
Look, I'm stuck here. You think you
can drive Cassidy over here later?
-She won't talk to you.
-It's not up to her. I'll talk to you later.
I'm running a list
of ex-military felons.
Maybe they got Lem's grenade
from Uncle Sam.
-lnteresting reading?
-I was checking out real-estate prices.
Trying to see what this house Mara
and I are fixing up's gonna be worth.
You want to jump in
on this Lem thing anywhere?
It's a waste of time.
-We settled this.
-We can't be sure.
This lCE agent,
he has no reason to lie to us.
You were sure enough to put a bullet
in Guardo before he confessed.
And I trusted you then...
...that we knew everything we were
gonna know about what happened.
And you did
what you had to do.
We all did.
Just put this in the rear-view mirror.
Stop asking questions
that there are no answers to.
Whatever funk he was in
seems over.
He seems at peace with it.
I don't know how I can be
until I know for sure.
When we took down that stash
of grenades the night that Lem died...
...Shane did the count solo, right?
-Vic, come on.
-Did he say anything weird that night?
-About Lem? The night--
-No.
No.
He did say...
...when Kavanaugh's frame-up job was
gone and things looked bad...
...he said something like:
What if he had a grenade
from the bust...
...and he was with Lem
and it went off accidentally.
I just took it as him wanting to lie
to get you off.
What did you say?
It wouldn't help, and he'd
be admitting to aiding and abetting.
What did he say?
Nothing.
You remember Shane's
count on the grenades that night?
-Not here, at the Salvadoran house.
-Jesus. I don't wanna think like that.
Do you remember the count or not?
Write it down.
What do you have?
Seventy-three,
like the home-run record.
We gotta run a check.
What are we saying here?
All we're saying is...
...as soon as we can....
The first chance you get,
you're gonna quietly confirm...
...that Shane logged in
73 grenades...
...and that all 73 grenades
are still sitting there nice and neat...
...in the bomb-squad
evidence locker.
Morning.
Mind if I take one of these?
Was this Lem's?
-Sorry. I didn't--
-No, no, no. It's all right.
You're part of the team.
No reason it should go empty.
Trust me. If I'm wrong,
I'll buy you a beer.
Hey there, gentlemen.
Well, someone had a good night.
Pregnancy sex is the best kind.
Give you something to look forward to.
Thanks, I'll give Mara a call.
The crew I'm looking for. Got a body
in an apartment building on Cole.
Young woman, 20s. Stabbed.
Are we taking
straight-up homicides now?
Victim's Emily Martin. Daughter
of the city controller, Robert Martin.
The guy that's got
the city's purse strings.
-That earns our special touch.
-A lot of people will be watching.
Aceveda called himself
to ask for extra manpower.
Just remember who you work for.
These cases are just one invitation
to get ass-reamed by the bosses.
Let's get it done
and out of the spotlight.
-Let's try not to get ass-reamed.
-Well, it wasn't a robbery.
The extent of the wounds?
-Someone gave her an O.J. shave.
-Long way from Daddy's web of power.
-She got tired of the west side.
-You know the drill.
-Look for nosy neighbors.
-Something there. Maybe a shoe print.
Good work, eagle-eye. I knew
they bumped him up for a reason.
Come on, let's start over here.
Police, open up.
-Hey, there's the poster girl.
-Looking good, Tina.
-All bow down to poster girl.
-It's all good.
I guess wet dreams can come true.
Hey. How you doing?
I'm good. How are you?
Good.
I called you a couple of times.
Is everything copacetic?
Yeah. Well, you heard about
the transfer?
They basically wanted me
in some P.R. role.
Talking in schools, recruitment
meetings, things like that.
-You mean the poster.
-Yeah. That's all that was.
But I got to meet a couple of
people up at the chief's office.
And convinced them that I'd represent
the force better on the streets.
Well, I think you belong here.
Dutch, there's a woman in the lobby
who wants to talk to a detective.
Steve's free.
She said actually
that it's about Guardo Lima.
That's your suspect
in Lem's case, right?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Tina, welcome back.
We should talk
about your new assignment.
Okay.
You heard that Julien's
on the Strike Team?
Yeah.
-So who am I riding with?
-Well, for now, me.
-ls that a problem?
-No.
Well, you're a sergeant now.
And sergeants don't get out much.
That's okay,
I'm gonna keep you busy.
It's only temporary.
You have information
about Guardo Lima?
He's missing.
Something bad's happened.
-When was the last time you spoke?
-He hasn't called me in over a week.
-That doesn't mean anything's wrong.
-We talk every day. He loves me.
Now, no one has seen
or heard from him.
-Was it Salceda?
-Who's Salceda?
A Mexican. He's the one who wanted
to take over the business Guardo ran.
That cop knows all about it.
He's the one who told me
that Salceda wanted to kill Guardo.
Okay, which cop?
I'm the one they had
in protective custody...
...so don't pretend you don't
know what I'm talking about.
Kevin Hiatt,
this is Robert and Patricia Martin.
Kevin's heading the team
doing the investigation.
-I'm sorry.
-Thank you.
The Martins are friends, and
I told them I'd be their go-between.
Emily was a beautiful,
wonderful young woman.
Know what she was doing
in this part of town?
Our daughter didn't deserve this.
My wife doesn't deserve
to be put through anything else.
Of course.
Give me a second.
The Martins
are dealing with a tragedy.
People might try
to paint this a certain way...
...so we can't let anybody
sully this girl's reputation.
Yeah. Sure.
Hey.
Witness says he saw
his neighbor, Rahid...
...hurrying out carrying
two trash bags.
Six flights up, he still took the stairs.
People say he's loud,
gets visitors all night.
When they ask him
to keep it down, he threatens.
-Apartment's right over here.
-Let's pay a visit.
-Vic?
-What? What's the problem?
Aceveda and the old man
want the daughter clean.
We don't know
what we're supposed to be hiding yet.
I'll help you through that.
Just keep it to yourself for now.
Look, city controller on one side,
Claudette's moral code on the other.
So whoever you screw,
you get cut off at the knees.
-Fantastic.
-Trust me, there's a way out.
There always is.
First we find out the truth,
then we figure out what to do.
Late-night visitors
means late-night customers.
He packed up his stash
and got out of Dodge.
If Rahid had parking,
building'll have his plate.
I'll get it on the wire.
-Anything?
-Think so.
Phone numbers. Good.
Call them in.
See if you can get some names.
Hey, Vic. Found this under the bed.
-Guy must have needed a boost.
-Or Daddy's little girl did.
They came and got me one night,
about a week ago.
Took me to the safe house
because I was in danger.
-From Salceda?
-I just wanna find Guardo.
-Could you look for him, please?
-He's supposed to be in Mexico.
The main one said that
Salceda would try to kidnap me...
...to get leverage on Guardo.
And then they just what, let you go?
This one, he said
that Guardo never came back to L.A...
...but they caught Salceda.
Then he dropped me off.
They know what happened to Guardo.
They know if someone killed him.
Her time frame puts all this
during Vic's personal days off.
I understand the time frame.
Vic had Guardo on the phone,
Nydia confirms it.
And there's no Salcedas
in the department's records...
...with connection
to the Salvadorans or cartel.
We are not gonna accuse Mackey
of murder and be wrong again.
Let me put Vic in the room with her.
Set it up as a surprise
but have the camera rolling.
You shook that hornet's nest once.
Haven't you been stung enough yet?
It's not an accusation.
And if the girl's lying, what's the harm?
-Keep it contained.
-Good, I'll keep Billings out of it.
Rahid Moore. How do we find him?
-I don't know anyone by that name.
-That's right.
You're the PTA mom
from Eagle Rock.
Husband, two kids.
Weird we found your number
in Rahid's apartment...
...on the shitty side of the freeway.
A guy with two distribution arrests?
Had three stars by your name. Your
husband know you're on the spike?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
-Bitch to hide, ain't it.
-Hey.
Gotta work real hard
to hide that secret.
-Stop.
-Let me see.
Where do you shoot up?
On your ankle?
-Between the toes?
-Get off me.
Tell me where to find Rahid.
Stop.
I'm getting to the good part.
-Nice scab marks.
-Your husband knows...
...otherwise you're one frustrated gal
when it comes to oral pleasures.
-Stop it.
-Then tell me what I need to know.
Don't tell Jeffrey.
I'm gonna tell him,
your kids, your friends.
I'm even gonna tell the old lady who
brings cookies to the PTA meetings.
Sure is getting hot in here.
Okay. Hey, this stops now,
you understand?
-What?
-This Tina bullshit.
This isn't high school.
Too bad. I heard she was gonna
ask you to the Sadie Hawkins dance.
Hey, how's the Quick-Mealer
business going?
The machines are still here.
You're still lining your pocket
on the department's dime.
-Waited for you to throw it in my face.
-I'll do more. I'll throw it in lAD's face.
Why? I gave you a little jab
about Tina?
Yes.
But I'll make you a deal.
You get those machines
out of here today...
...back off the Tina-and-me thing
forever, I'll pretend it never happened.
You know that partner vibe we had,
catching the runaway rapist?
That had a shelf life
of about 48 hours.
-What's lAD's number again?
-All right. All right.
But this is gonna take some doing.
And you are gonna have to
cover my ass for the rest of the day.
You guys ever think about
putting some doors in here?
You're in charge.
See what you can do.
-What now?
-He texts with a number and a time.
Each number
means a different location.
-How long before he answers?
-lt depends on when he can meet.
And your PTA schedule.
I just don't understand what I'm--
All the numbers are there in the file.
Look it up.
-Hey, Kevin.
-Hi, Danny.
This is Tina Hanlon.
-The poster girl, right?
-Yes.
-Yeah. I'm Kevin Hiatt.
-Nice to meet you. Tina.
Nice to meet you.
Tina, did you finish that filing yet?
It's a three-week job,
what do you think?
You know, I'm your superior.
When you talk to me, lose the tone.
You thought it was tough with Julien?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You gotta find a way
to be better than you were...
...otherwise you're gonna end up
being our filing girl.
When I was gone, I met
a few people in some high places...
...so I'm not exactly knocked
over by the new stripes.
I'm not a trainee here anymore,
but I'll watch my tone.
-But so will you.
-Or what?
Or explain why you can't get
along with the face of the department.
Hey, sweetheart.
Everything okay, kiddo?
Hey.
You know what, let's go upstairs.
All right, Cass, what's going on?
I don't have to talk to him.
You're causing your mom
a lot of stress here, sweetie.
Matty and Megan have a weekend
planned with kids like them--
I could stay with Olivia.
Her parents said it's fine.
-You're staying with me--
-Or not.
Let's talk about
what's bothering you.
Fine.
My friend Brian, his dad's a lawyer,
did a LexisNexis search on you.
-I saw all the shit you've done.
-What?
The brutality complaints. The lAD guy
thought you killed people.
Oh, Cassidy--
Listen to me.
People say and write things...
...and that doesn't mean
that they're true, okay?
That lAD cop got caught trying
to frame your father.
He's the one in jail now.
I don't want to learn
about life from you.
-You have nothing to teach me.
-I'll teach you some respect--
Respect is earned.
Cassidy.
Whatever you've read, whatever
you've heard, it's not the truth, honey.
Like the baby you had
with some other woman?
I heard Mom talking
on the phone with Grandma.
She didn't know I was awake.
Cassidy...
...that's adult stuff.
You don't have to concern yourself
with that.
You kept a secret that I have some
baby brother I've never even seen?
Rahid answered the text
message. We got a location on him.
-Vic.
-What?
Somebody says they've
got information on Guardo Lima.
-What information?
-I had trouble following.
You know that world. I'm buried.
Can you talk to him?
I'm busy right now.
If it's about Lemansky,
it could be important.
Hey, Vic, let's go.
I got a location on a suspect.
If they're still around when I get back,
I'll chat him up then.
Valerie couldn't make it,
but she sends her regards.
Tell us why you ran out
of your apartment with bags.
-Don't you dump your trash?
-Not the day after pickup.
That's when the bins is empty.
Emily Martin.
She was in your apartment today.
Never heard of her.
So when her blood comes back
off of your shoe...
...you'll say you never stepped in it?
You stabbed her, then you ran out
and dumped the knife.
And Johnnie Cochran
ain't alive to represent you.
-Do you know who this girl was, man?
-You mean her daddy?
-Yeah.
-Some big, important city dude.
VlPs get quick police response.
We're gonna hand over
his daughter's killer...
...and they're gonna make an
example of you.
I let her suck my dick, so what?
But that sure as hell
don't mean I killed her.
Aside from your personality...
...is there any reason
why Emily would play with you?
She needed fuel for the needle.
Didn't have the money
to keep herself mellow...
...so she started paying
another dude with pussy.
-What dude?
-Snail.
He moves some shit for me
over in Brentwood.
He brought her around
a couple times.
Girl was smart enough to cut out the
middleman, go directly to the source.
-How did Snail feel about that?
-White boy's a control freak.
I mean, he got her on the shit,
then he started rationing it out.
Thought he could keep the pussy
on a leash.
Did you see him kill Emily?
I heard something. By the time
I got outside, she was already done.
I knew y'all was gonna
be crawling all over...
...so I stuck my stash in the trash
and stepped outside.
Pat yourself on the back later.
Right now you're gonna tell us
where Snail is, right?
I'll tell you something else.
That girl...
...she had no love for her pops.
-What's with the Martin murder?
-Getting to a dark place.
-Meaning?
-Daughter was an addicted whore.
Paid for her drugs
with pussy and mouth favors.
Other than that,
she was Pippi Longstocking.
-That's a lot to get between.
-He's a friend of the department's--
But if this thing's uncontrollable...
...there's no sense
in you getting burned too.
We need to appear loyal.
If the press gets the information,
that's out of our control.
Martin can have
somewhere else to focus.
Someone's
gotta take the heat, right?
-Anything I should know about?
-Nothing we can't handle.
Don't let these people influence you.
Follow where it leads, but the VlP
key's only gonna open so many doors.
Got it?
Now's the time to be taking notes.
-Hey, Vic.
-Excuse me.
Shane logged in 73 grenades
that night, like we remembered.
-Talk to the bomb squad?
-Like paperwork.
Had a rookie count
them all by hand.
Seventy-three. All accounted for.
Shit.
You know, I'm an asshole.
I doubted Lem, now Shane.
I'm a complete asshole, man.
No. We just wanted answers.
-This is a good one to get.
-Maybe Shane's right.
Maybe we got
all the answers we're gonna have.
Hey, Danny. Got a minute?
Of course.
What's up?
-My daughter knows about Lee.
-Oh, Jesus.
How?
She heard Corrine
talking on the phone.
Look, no offense,
but she may be your ex...
...but that lady's been
a real pain in my ass.
No, look.
Vic, I chose to do this alone
for a reason.
I don't need a hassle here.
This isn't people in the Barn,
this is my daughter.
Yeah, well, I never wanted you
to get involved.
Not you, not your ex, not your kids.
I've learned as a parent that...
...things don't go as we planned,
do they?
So now what?
-What's going on?
-I don't know.
Vic and I got the front.
You guys come in from the back.
-Let's go.
-Cross over here.
Wait. Wait, wait.
-Shit!
-That's a.45.
-Yeah.
-Vests aren't gonna be worth shit.
Hit it.
I go.
Hiatt, I got him!
Don't move!
-Are you hit?
-No!
I'm not hit, bitch!
-I'm taking this guy in alone.
-What?
You know the situation.
No way you can walk away clean.
So screw them.
What does a city controller do?
Eliminates the Strike Team.
This guy shot
at both you and Hiatt.
Shane's right. We can't walk a guy
into the cage that shot at cops...
...without messing up his hair.
It's a bad message.
Martin's a friend of the department.
That means money, cops.
We have to consider it.
The captain said
we didn't have to worry.
-She doesn't have all the pieces.
-We got the suspect. Take this guy in.
That's what I'll do, just alone.
I'm not comfortable with that.
Look, we're gonna get squeezed
whatever we do.
Maybe I can figure a way around it,
but if not, I'll take the hit.
For us? Why?
I'm out at the end of the month.
There's nothing else they can do.
Maybe I should take him in.
Look, you guys
all have something to lose.
Now maybe there's a compromise
to be worked out...
...but you guys aren't the ones
to be compromised.
He needs to show up at the Barn
looking the same way.
I won't mess up a hair
on his little head.
You brought the knife, followed the girl.
Death penalty's a slam dunk.
I can make it so you can avoid all that.
Maybe even see the light of day again.
What are you talking about?
You know who Emily's father is?
Well, the family wants
to avoid embarrassment.
You just gotta be willing
to tell the right story.
Yeah?
What's the right story?
Good boy.
Bring him up to lnterrogation.
How'd you like to walk out of here
with no charges?
I'd like that very much.
Stick around, I'll tell you how.
Hey. You're back.
Any word on the lab results?
They promised me by the end
of business day.
-That woman's still here.
-What woman?
-The one with information on Guardo.
-Right.
She's stuck around this long.
-Yeah, okay.
-Thanks.
-She's in lnterrogation 1.
-Got it.
Guardo never came back.
Guardo's a mysterious guy.
Did you do something to him?
I never even saw him.
-What happened to Salceda?
-He must've got away.
I heard from people in Mexico.
They said Guardo came back to L.A.
I heard the same thing.
I wish I caught him.
I don't understand.
We heard that Salceda wanted
to kill Guardo.
We didn't know if it was true.
Guardo was a suspect in the murder
of a cop, so I didn't give a shit.
-So you lied to me, kept me prisoner.
-No.
I told you you could leave
whenever you wanted.
The smart thing was to stay.
All the stuff Guardo did,
it was only a matter of time.
You're lucky
he didn't drag you down with him.
Why don't we get Kavanaugh out,
have me investigated again?
Witness protection?
Sounds more like kidnapping to me.
All right, I wanted Guardo.
I heard about Salceda on the street,
so I used it.
I would have used anything to get him.
To bring him in for Lem's death.
The Mexicans got to him first.
-You did all this based on a rumor?
-Yeah, I did.
And if I'd ignored that rumor
and Nydia got killed by that guy...
...you'd be asking me
a lot tougher questions right now.
So you never found Guardo?
-No, I didn't.
-She seems convinced you did.
For all we know,
Guardo could've sent her...
...to make us think that he's dead
just to throw us off his track.
For chrissake, she's in love
with a guy who blows up kids.
You're trying to show people
why you should stay.
This escapade looks like
another reason why you should go.
Guardo was killed by the Mexicans.
Don't believe me, talk to Hernan.
Tell me how to contact him and I will.
Help close the books
on the girlfriend's accusations.
Ask Hiatt.
-You caught the man that killed Emily?
-Yeah.
I think you know what your daughter
was into when she died.
She was an addict.
I tried to help her,
but she wouldn't take it. I cut her off.
I thought it'd keep her
from buying more.
Do you know what
your daughter did to get drugs?
She threw it in my face,
trying to get more money from me.
Well, it was all true.
But that's not how history has to read.
Thank you.
I mean, there are some things
I can't fake.
The ME's gonna find that heroin
in her system.
I'll take care of that.
I've got an appeals hearing
in a couple weeks.
They're gonna decide whether
to force me out or not.
Oh. I'll see what I can do.
Must be good to be king.
Snail dealt for me a little.
He was in over his head.
Told me about this girl
that tried to get him out of the life.
Shame.
Just trying to get him
to stop selling drugs.
Guess she was a real nice girl.
Emily found out I was dealing.
She wanted me to quit.
She followed me to Rahid's apartment,
tried to stop me from buying.
Kept pressing me hard in the elevator.
I just lost it.
She didn"t deserve any of it.
What's the problem?
We shouldn't be playing God.
God creates all men equal.
But once they get out of
the womb, he starts playing favorites.
Is that Lem's lab report?
Is it?
Yeah. And the final autopsy report.
-And...?
-Nothing much.
No fingerprints, no DNA left behind.
Let me see it.
You think there's anyone who wants
to solve Lem's murder more than me?
There's crime scene photos
and there's autopsy photos.
Curtis was eviscerated
from the waist down.
Give me it.
What report is this? This is new.
That's Kavanaugh's last report.
The deal he made...
...when he came clean
about you was full disclosure.
-Hey, Kev. Can I ask you something?
-Absolutely.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Hey, Dutch.
Hey, Tina. That project I gave you,
you made a couple of mistakes.
I'll show you before I leave.
-Thanks.
-Sure.
-See you.
-Bye.
You remember asking me
about Hernan...
...that lCE agent
in the Salvadoran organization?
-Sure.
-Did you guys get in touch with him?
-Yeah.
-How?
It's easier
to negotiate between federal agencies.
-You're not a federal agent anymore.
-No. No, not anymore.
Careful with that.
It's a sophisticated piece of machinery.
I don't want to see dings.
I gave it some thought.
You wanna keep the machines,
go ahead.
Why? So you'll have it
to hang over my head?
-Yeah, that's right.
-No, thanks. I'll pass.
I can keep the leverage,
or you can lose money. It's your call.
Hey, guys, hang on a second.
-Hey, Cassidy.
-Hi.
Come on in.
This is Lee.
What's his whole name?
Lee Carson Sofer.
Carson's my mom's maiden name.
What's his birthday?
On the second.
Six-nineteen a.m.
Do you want to hold him?
Everything all right, Cass?
No. I don't want to hold him.
I just want to see.
That's okay.
Another time.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Vic wants the three of us to meet.
-When?
-Right now.
Portillo Autobody.
He wants to walk Lem's crime scene,
time of night that it happened.
-See if there's anything the lab missed.
-Lab report came in?
-Yeah.
-Anything useful?
I don't think so.
You want to ride together?
I got to finish this paperwork
on our stabbing.
-I'll be five minutes behind you.
-Cool.
-I'll see you there.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-He's on his way.
-Good.
You sure you don"t want me?
No.
Keep your distance.
Okay.
-Hey. Want to wait for Ronnie or what?
-No. We can get started.
Okay.
Read the report.
-Yeah? What'd it say?
-Nothing new.
No prints, no forensics.
Well, Guardo was smart.
-He's careful.
-Not careful enough to escape us.
No. Not that.
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
I tortured him, shot him,
burned his body, and he didn't kill Lem.
-We were right there with you.
-Yeah.
I know.
But Guardo didn't do it.
The Salvadorans,
they wanted to stay off our radar.
They didn't even kill Emolia
when they found out she snitched.
Well, maybe some
Salvadoran rogue banger.
What, who killed Lem
with a grenade, left no trace...
...and disappeared like a ghost?
I don't think so.
It wasn't One-Niners looking
for Antwon revenge.
Made a fool of myself up at Lompoc
finding that one out.
I asked Ronnie to check if you logged
all the grenades that night at the bust.
You counted 73 at the house...
...and there are 73 sitting
in the evidence locker right now.
Which means...
...you pocketed a grenade
before Aceveda even lied to us...
...about Lem ratting us out.
You lied to us
at the bust about the count, you--
Before I even started to question Lem,
you were looking for a way...
...to shut him up
to make it look Salvadoran.
-Don't even go there, man.
-You were the last to get to the meet.
-You couldn't lose your tail?
-Right.
-Well, did you try?
-As much as I could.
We couldn't look suspicious,
remember?
Kavanaugh wrote another report.
Part of his deal.
He was shorthanded that night.
Just him and one other guy.
Stop right there, Vic.
-It's not good where you're going, man.
-Just him and one other guy.
So he followed me and Ronnie.
So, what?
You dropped a grenade in his lap
and what did you do, just run?
I did what I thought
had to be done at the time.
Oh, God.
-I know, man.
-Oh, God.
-I know. I know.
-Oh....
You piece of shit!
You made that decision on your own?
He wouldn't go to Mexico.
I told him about the goat farm,
about the way out.
About the money
that we were gonna send him.
You said if he wouldn't take the ride,
we'd know he turned.
-He didn't turn!
-I know that now!
We said we'd look him
in the eye and have the truth.
-And he never turned on us.
-We couldn't afford to take that chance.
You think this has been easy for me?
-Carrying all this alone?
-For you?
-Lem!
-lt was an impossible situation.
-lt was either him or the rest of us.
-Bullshit!
Look, I was protecting you
and Ronnie from it.
If he would've gone
to jail like he wanted...
...he would've been killed by Antwon
or turned by Kavanaugh.
You know that.
I don't know that.
He was strong.
You killed him
because you were scared.
-He was strong, and you were a coward.
-Look, I was being strong...
...for all of us.
And I am not a coward.
Yeah, you were.
You were when you sat by...
...and watched me tear Guardo apart
for something you did.
Jesus Christ,
what did you turn me into?
-He was an asshole murderer!
-I'm not an executioner!
-Tell that to Terry's family.
-That's different.
That son of a bitch, he was a traitor.
Lem was my friend.
He was mine too.
You think you're looking at me
through some window.
All you're doing is looking in a mirror.
You and l, we're nothing alike.
-I would never....
-You did.
More than once.
So let's at least tell the truth now.
Lem's gone.
I would have spared Lem.
And I stepped up and put Lem down
so you can go to bed believing that.
You didn't come to me.
You didn't talk to me.
We didn't decide, and it's too late.
There was no time.
I didn't know if Kavanaugh
was gonna pick us up.
If you weren't sure....
If you weren't sure, you should've taken
that chance that he was still with us.
You owed him that chance.
I had to kill my friend,
and you know why.
Look, it's taken me a while,
but you'll learn how to accept it, man--
I will never accept that!
I will never accept that!
I'm not gonna fight you.
I'm not gonna fight you.
Ronnie's not even coming, is he?
What, you tell him, look me
in the eye, find the truth?
What, you're so goddamn psychic...
...why didn't you know
that Aceveda lied about Lem?
I mean, all I was doing
was following your game plan, coach.
You killed my friend.
Then you almost let Kavanaugh
send me away for it.
I never would've let it come to that.
You let me kill Guardo
without opening your mouth.
I had the chance to pull the trigger
on you before.
I didn't do it,
and Lem lost his life because of it.
Lem would've broken.
I took it on myself the way
that you took it off of us for Terry.
Look, you're gonna learn
to be okay with it.
Man, you just need a little time.
You and me, we're all out of time.
Lem's case is still open.
I hope they catch you.
I hope they do.
I hope everybody knows what you did.
You don't get to do
what you did for free.
You're gonna pay that bill.
What, you gonna give Dutch
a little push in my direction?
Maybe when they got me...
...they'll have time
to look into who killed Terry.
That's old business.
And all you've got is hearsay.
Our entire lives are hearsay, Vic.
All the shit we've done.
And I've got a lot more
on you than you've got on me.
Get in your truck, drive away.
Leave here before I kill you.
No, you won't.
We've already been through all that.
Before, you didn't blow Lem in half
with a grenade.
I see you again, I will kill you.
Goddamn hypocrite.
On the ground!
-Grenades.
-We gotta go get Lem.
If he doesn't show,
assume he made the deal.
They're gonna make you
give us up.
Shane?
-Grenades.
-The El Salvadorans.
Their leader's missing.
Name is Guardo. Start there.
We'll find out who did this
and we'll kill him.
Why am I trusting you?
If you care about Guardo,
you'll play it my way.
-Let Nydia go.
-She's how we're gonna get to Guardo.
Maybe he didn't do it, man.
-lf it wasn't Guardo, who else was it?
-Look at him, man.
Tilli, we know about you and Shane.
He's in the hospital.
Your stepdad know
you spread your legs for Shane?
Her old man got the drop on me.
Some black bitch called.
Is that who you're banging while I've
got morning sickness? Get out.
What do you know about Hernan?
He's a fed undercover
in the Salvadoran organization.
-Who are you?
-We're on the same side.
Heard about trouble with
Salvadorans and Mexicans.
My guess:
Guardo's collateral damage.
-Prick blew up a friend.
-That cop? Guardo didn't do that.
The word came down: no distractions.
Guardo wasn't even up here then.
He was in Mexico with me.
Our son can never
know what I've done.
I killed Lem.
Please forgive me, please. I can't--
I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry.
Please, just ask me back.
Who's got it? Eyes up.
Nobody wants to talk.
Don't look at me.
Somebody's got it.
Can't do nothing the easy way.
All right, ladies,
ain't your first time at the dance.
You know the drill. Drop them.
Oh, yeah, pretty boy,
you've got a lot to think about.
Take your time.
Not you. Hurry up.
Come on, move!
I want your shoes.
I want your pants, your shirts.
Neat little piles.
Is he alone?
Sound of it, it's a do-not-disturb.
Yeah, come in.
What is it, Billy?
-You have a visitor, Antwon.
-What does Renee look like?
I know. I'm sorry.
I know my visitor can't be
as half as fine as Renee.
-Ain't that right, baby?
-Better be right.
Some white cop from L.A.
He's pressing the warden
about seeing you right away.
Give me two shakes.
And shut that damn dog up.
Now, I ain't got time
for sweet nothings, baby.
You gonna have to show me what
that good God gave you right now.
Come here.
My day just
gets sunnier and sunnier.
How's life in prison?
Much better now that Kavanaugh
went down for framing you.
Got my privileges back.
I didn't know
we still had business together.
You mean since my guy you put
a hit out on got a grenade in his lap?
I heard about that. Gotta give
somebody points for creativity.
Yeah, you.
You may have wanted
your pound of flesh from me.
Waiting for Lem
to come into jail...
...but he ran.
So you had your guys on the outside
find him, kill him...
...make it look Salvadoran.
One-time offer.
You tell me who it was
on the outside who offed Lem...
...the punishment
will be limited to them.
You don't give me
all their names right now...
...and I'll start tearing up your gang
from the outside...
...and I'll start tearing at your perks
from the inside.
And I promise you, I swear to God...
...I will find a way, no matter how many
guards you have on your payroll...
...to get to you inside here.
And that, ladies and gentlemen...
...is my final encore.
Making the great Vic Mackey
think I'm everyone and everywhere.
Responsible for all
the worst crimes against humanity.
It's sad, really.
You know, chasing ghosts
haven't done you any favors.
I didn't off your boy.
Wished I did.
And so do you, because if
you're coming after me for this...
...that means you lost
your last clue.
Good seeing you, though.
He says, "Daddy, I got a boo-boo."
-Shane.
-"But my boo-boo's on the inside."
-Talk to you later.
-Okay.
-When did you get in?
-Ten minutes ago.
-We got a problem.
-What?
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
No one
in the Salvadoran organization did.
-What?
-Took a flyer at Antwon too.
-One-Niners are a no-go.
-We're back at square one.
No.
Guardo's in a bunch of
charred pieces because--
He didn't do it.
-We got credible intel.
-From who?
Federal lCE agent working
undercover with the Salvadorans.
The feds have the final say?
You know they've lied to keep us
from playing in their backyard?
Doesn't feel like that.
So he's the rare fed that lies well.
Look, we finished this.
There's nothing more to find out.
All right?
Hey, Dutch.
Where are we with Lem's case?
Holding pattern.
Still working on finding Guardo.
That Guardo's a dead end.
I got it right from Hernan.
You met with Hernan?
The lCE told me
I couldn't get a sit-down.
What's the lab report say?
It's not back yet. It's due.
I got a dead cop and no suspect.
Think you could light a fire
under their burner?
-Yeah, maybe.
-Yeah?
Did something happen
last weekend when you had Cassidy?
-Something to upset her?
-No, why?
She won't stay with you...
...when I go to San Francisco
for the Cure Autism Now rally.
-Why not?
-She doesn"t wanna talk about it.
I've already got hotel reservations,
the plane tickets--
I'll talk to her.
Whatever it is, we'll fix it.
Look, I'm stuck here. You think you
can drive Cassidy over here later?
-She won't talk to you.
-It's not up to her. I'll talk to you later.
I'm running a list
of ex-military felons.
Maybe they got Lem's grenade
from Uncle Sam.
-lnteresting reading?
-I was checking out real-estate prices.
Trying to see what this house Mara
and I are fixing up's gonna be worth.
You want to jump in
on this Lem thing anywhere?
It's a waste of time.
-We settled this.
-We can't be sure.
This lCE agent,
he has no reason to lie to us.
You were sure enough to put a bullet
in Guardo before he confessed.
And I trusted you then...
...that we knew everything we were
gonna know about what happened.
And you did
what you had to do.
We all did.
Just put this in the rear-view mirror.
Stop asking questions
that there are no answers to.
Whatever funk he was in
seems over.
He seems at peace with it.
I don't know how I can be
until I know for sure.
When we took down that stash
of grenades the night that Lem died...
...Shane did the count solo, right?
-Vic, come on.
-Did he say anything weird that night?
-About Lem? The night--
-No.
No.
He did say...
...when Kavanaugh's frame-up job was
gone and things looked bad...
...he said something like:
What if he had a grenade
from the bust...
...and he was with Lem
and it went off accidentally.
I just took it as him wanting to lie
to get you off.
What did you say?
It wouldn't help, and he'd
be admitting to aiding and abetting.
What did he say?
Nothing.
You remember Shane's
count on the grenades that night?
-Not here, at the Salvadoran house.
-Jesus. I don't wanna think like that.
Do you remember the count or not?
Write it down.
What do you have?
Seventy-three,
like the home-run record.
We gotta run a check.
What are we saying here?
All we're saying is...
...as soon as we can....
The first chance you get,
you're gonna quietly confirm...
...that Shane logged in
73 grenades...
...and that all 73 grenades
are still sitting there nice and neat...
...in the bomb-squad
evidence locker.
Morning.
Mind if I take one of these?
Was this Lem's?
-Sorry. I didn't--
-No, no, no. It's all right.
You're part of the team.
No reason it should go empty.
Trust me. If I'm wrong,
I'll buy you a beer.
Hey there, gentlemen.
Well, someone had a good night.
Pregnancy sex is the best kind.
Give you something to look forward to.
Thanks, I'll give Mara a call.
The crew I'm looking for. Got a body
in an apartment building on Cole.
Young woman, 20s. Stabbed.
Are we taking
straight-up homicides now?
Victim's Emily Martin. Daughter
of the city controller, Robert Martin.
The guy that's got
the city's purse strings.
-That earns our special touch.
-A lot of people will be watching.
Aceveda called himself
to ask for extra manpower.
Just remember who you work for.
These cases are just one invitation
to get ass-reamed by the bosses.
Let's get it done
and out of the spotlight.
-Let's try not to get ass-reamed.
-Well, it wasn't a robbery.
The extent of the wounds?
-Someone gave her an O.J. shave.
-Long way from Daddy's web of power.
-She got tired of the west side.
-You know the drill.
-Look for nosy neighbors.
-Something there. Maybe a shoe print.
Good work, eagle-eye. I knew
they bumped him up for a reason.
Come on, let's start over here.
Police, open up.
-Hey, there's the poster girl.
-Looking good, Tina.
-All bow down to poster girl.
-It's all good.
I guess wet dreams can come true.
Hey. How you doing?
I'm good. How are you?
Good.
I called you a couple of times.
Is everything copacetic?
Yeah. Well, you heard about
the transfer?
They basically wanted me
in some P.R. role.
Talking in schools, recruitment
meetings, things like that.
-You mean the poster.
-Yeah. That's all that was.
But I got to meet a couple of
people up at the chief's office.
And convinced them that I'd represent
the force better on the streets.
Well, I think you belong here.
Dutch, there's a woman in the lobby
who wants to talk to a detective.
Steve's free.
She said actually
that it's about Guardo Lima.
That's your suspect
in Lem's case, right?
Yeah. Excuse me.
Tina, welcome back.
We should talk
about your new assignment.
Okay.
You heard that Julien's
on the Strike Team?
Yeah.
-So who am I riding with?
-Well, for now, me.
-ls that a problem?
-No.
Well, you're a sergeant now.
And sergeants don't get out much.
That's okay,
I'm gonna keep you busy.
It's only temporary.
You have information
about Guardo Lima?
He's missing.
Something bad's happened.
-When was the last time you spoke?
-He hasn't called me in over a week.
-That doesn't mean anything's wrong.
-We talk every day. He loves me.
Now, no one has seen
or heard from him.
-Was it Salceda?
-Who's Salceda?
A Mexican. He's the one who wanted
to take over the business Guardo ran.
That cop knows all about it.
He's the one who told me
that Salceda wanted to kill Guardo.
Okay, which cop?
I'm the one they had
in protective custody...
...so don't pretend you don't
know what I'm talking about.
Kevin Hiatt,
this is Robert and Patricia Martin.
Kevin's heading the team
doing the investigation.
-I'm sorry.
-Thank you.
The Martins are friends, and
I told them I'd be their go-between.
Emily was a beautiful,
wonderful young woman.
Know what she was doing
in this part of town?
Our daughter didn't deserve this.
My wife doesn't deserve
to be put through anything else.
Of course.
Give me a second.
The Martins
are dealing with a tragedy.
People might try
to paint this a certain way...
...so we can't let anybody
sully this girl's reputation.
Yeah. Sure.
Hey.
Witness says he saw
his neighbor, Rahid...
...hurrying out carrying
two trash bags.
Six flights up, he still took the stairs.
People say he's loud,
gets visitors all night.
When they ask him
to keep it down, he threatens.
-Apartment's right over here.
-Let's pay a visit.
-Vic?
-What? What's the problem?
Aceveda and the old man
want the daughter clean.
We don't know
what we're supposed to be hiding yet.
I'll help you through that.
Just keep it to yourself for now.
Look, city controller on one side,
Claudette's moral code on the other.
So whoever you screw,
you get cut off at the knees.
-Fantastic.
-Trust me, there's a way out.
There always is.
First we find out the truth,
then we figure out what to do.
Late-night visitors
means late-night customers.
He packed up his stash
and got out of Dodge.
If Rahid had parking,
building'll have his plate.
I'll get it on the wire.
-Anything?
-Think so.
Phone numbers. Good.
Call them in.
See if you can get some names.
Hey, Vic. Found this under the bed.
-Guy must have needed a boost.
-Or Daddy's little girl did.
They came and got me one night,
about a week ago.
Took me to the safe house
because I was in danger.
-From Salceda?
-I just wanna find Guardo.
-Could you look for him, please?
-He's supposed to be in Mexico.
The main one said that
Salceda would try to kidnap me...
...to get leverage on Guardo.
And then they just what, let you go?
This one, he said
that Guardo never came back to L.A...
...but they caught Salceda.
Then he dropped me off.
They know what happened to Guardo.
They know if someone killed him.
Her time frame puts all this
during Vic's personal days off.
I understand the time frame.
Vic had Guardo on the phone,
Nydia confirms it.
And there's no Salcedas
in the department's records...
...with connection
to the Salvadorans or cartel.
We are not gonna accuse Mackey
of murder and be wrong again.
Let me put Vic in the room with her.
Set it up as a surprise
but have the camera rolling.
You shook that hornet's nest once.
Haven't you been stung enough yet?
It's not an accusation.
And if the girl's lying, what's the harm?
-Keep it contained.
-Good, I'll keep Billings out of it.
Rahid Moore. How do we find him?
-I don't know anyone by that name.
-That's right.
You're the PTA mom
from Eagle Rock.
Husband, two kids.
Weird we found your number
in Rahid's apartment...
...on the shitty side of the freeway.
A guy with two distribution arrests?
Had three stars by your name. Your
husband know you're on the spike?
I don't know
what you're talking about.
-Bitch to hide, ain't it.
-Hey.
Gotta work real hard
to hide that secret.
-Stop.
-Let me see.
Where do you shoot up?
On your ankle?
-Between the toes?
-Get off me.
Tell me where to find Rahid.
Stop.
I'm getting to the good part.
-Nice scab marks.
-Your husband knows...
...otherwise you're one frustrated gal
when it comes to oral pleasures.
-Stop it.
-Then tell me what I need to know.
Don't tell Jeffrey.
I'm gonna tell him,
your kids, your friends.
I'm even gonna tell the old lady who
brings cookies to the PTA meetings.
Sure is getting hot in here.
Okay. Hey, this stops now,
you understand?
-What?
-This Tina bullshit.
This isn't high school.
Too bad. I heard she was gonna
ask you to the Sadie Hawkins dance.
Hey, how's the Quick-Mealer
business going?
The machines are still here.
You're still lining your pocket
on the department's dime.
-Waited for you to throw it in my face.
-I'll do more. I'll throw it in lAD's face.
Why? I gave you a little jab
about Tina?
Yes.
But I'll make you a deal.
You get those machines
out of here today...
...back off the Tina-and-me thing
forever, I'll pretend it never happened.
You know that partner vibe we had,
catching the runaway rapist?
That had a shelf life
of about 48 hours.
-What's lAD's number again?
-All right. All right.
But this is gonna take some doing.
And you are gonna have to
cover my ass for the rest of the day.
You guys ever think about
putting some doors in here?
You're in charge.
See what you can do.
-What now?
-He texts with a number and a time.
Each number
means a different location.
-How long before he answers?
-lt depends on when he can meet.
And your PTA schedule.
I just don't understand what I'm--
All the numbers are there in the file.
Look it up.
-Hey, Kevin.
-Hi, Danny.
This is Tina Hanlon.
-The poster girl, right?
-Yes.
-Yeah. I'm Kevin Hiatt.
-Nice to meet you. Tina.
Nice to meet you.
Tina, did you finish that filing yet?
It's a three-week job,
what do you think?
You know, I'm your superior.
When you talk to me, lose the tone.
You thought it was tough with Julien?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
You gotta find a way
to be better than you were...
...otherwise you're gonna end up
being our filing girl.
When I was gone, I met
a few people in some high places...
...so I'm not exactly knocked
over by the new stripes.
I'm not a trainee here anymore,
but I'll watch my tone.
-But so will you.
-Or what?
Or explain why you can't get
along with the face of the department.
Hey, sweetheart.
Everything okay, kiddo?
Hey.
You know what, let's go upstairs.
All right, Cass, what's going on?
I don't have to talk to him.
You're causing your mom
a lot of stress here, sweetie.
Matty and Megan have a weekend
planned with kids like them--
I could stay with Olivia.
Her parents said it's fine.
-You're staying with me--
-Or not.
Let's talk about
what's bothering you.
Fine.
My friend Brian, his dad's a lawyer,
did a LexisNexis search on you.
-I saw all the shit you've done.
-What?
The brutality complaints. The lAD guy
thought you killed people.
Oh, Cassidy--
Listen to me.
People say and write things...
...and that doesn't mean
that they're true, okay?
That lAD cop got caught trying
to frame your father.
He's the one in jail now.
I don't want to learn
about life from you.
-You have nothing to teach me.
-I'll teach you some respect--
Respect is earned.
Cassidy.
Whatever you've read, whatever
you've heard, it's not the truth, honey.
Like the baby you had
with some other woman?
I heard Mom talking
on the phone with Grandma.
She didn't know I was awake.
Cassidy...
...that's adult stuff.
You don't have to concern yourself
with that.
You kept a secret that I have some
baby brother I've never even seen?
Rahid answered the text
message. We got a location on him.
-Vic.
-What?
Somebody says they've
got information on Guardo Lima.
-What information?
-I had trouble following.
You know that world. I'm buried.
Can you talk to him?
I'm busy right now.
If it's about Lemansky,
it could be important.
Hey, Vic, let's go.
I got a location on a suspect.
If they're still around when I get back,
I'll chat him up then.
Valerie couldn't make it,
but she sends her regards.
Tell us why you ran out
of your apartment with bags.
-Don't you dump your trash?
-Not the day after pickup.
That's when the bins is empty.
Emily Martin.
She was in your apartment today.
Never heard of her.
So when her blood comes back
off of your shoe...
...you'll say you never stepped in it?
You stabbed her, then you ran out
and dumped the knife.
And Johnnie Cochran
ain't alive to represent you.
-Do you know who this girl was, man?
-You mean her daddy?
-Yeah.
-Some big, important city dude.
VlPs get quick police response.
We're gonna hand over
his daughter's killer...
...and they're gonna make an
example of you.
I let her suck my dick, so what?
But that sure as hell
don't mean I killed her.
Aside from your personality...
...is there any reason
why Emily would play with you?
She needed fuel for the needle.
Didn't have the money
to keep herself mellow...
...so she started paying
another dude with pussy.
-What dude?
-Snail.
He moves some shit for me
over in Brentwood.
He brought her around
a couple times.
Girl was smart enough to cut out the
middleman, go directly to the source.
-How did Snail feel about that?
-White boy's a control freak.
I mean, he got her on the shit,
then he started rationing it out.
Thought he could keep the pussy
on a leash.
Did you see him kill Emily?
I heard something. By the time
I got outside, she was already done.
I knew y'all was gonna
be crawling all over...
...so I stuck my stash in the trash
and stepped outside.
Pat yourself on the back later.
Right now you're gonna tell us
where Snail is, right?
I'll tell you something else.
That girl...
...she had no love for her pops.
-What's with the Martin murder?
-Getting to a dark place.
-Meaning?
-Daughter was an addicted whore.
Paid for her drugs
with pussy and mouth favors.
Other than that,
she was Pippi Longstocking.
-That's a lot to get between.
-He's a friend of the department's--
But if this thing's uncontrollable...
...there's no sense
in you getting burned too.
We need to appear loyal.
If the press gets the information,
that's out of our control.
Martin can have
somewhere else to focus.
Someone's
gotta take the heat, right?
-Anything I should know about?
-Nothing we can't handle.
Don't let these people influence you.
Follow where it leads, but the VlP
key's only gonna open so many doors.
Got it?
Now's the time to be taking notes.
-Hey, Vic.
-Excuse me.
Shane logged in 73 grenades
that night, like we remembered.
-Talk to the bomb squad?
-Like paperwork.
Had a rookie count
them all by hand.
Seventy-three. All accounted for.
Shit.
You know, I'm an asshole.
I doubted Lem, now Shane.
I'm a complete asshole, man.
No. We just wanted answers.
-This is a good one to get.
-Maybe Shane's right.
Maybe we got
all the answers we're gonna have.
Hey, Danny. Got a minute?
Of course.
What's up?
-My daughter knows about Lee.
-Oh, Jesus.
How?
She heard Corrine
talking on the phone.
Look, no offense,
but she may be your ex...
...but that lady's been
a real pain in my ass.
No, look.
Vic, I chose to do this alone
for a reason.
I don't need a hassle here.
This isn't people in the Barn,
this is my daughter.
Yeah, well, I never wanted you
to get involved.
Not you, not your ex, not your kids.
I've learned as a parent that...
...things don't go as we planned,
do they?
So now what?
-What's going on?
-I don't know.
Vic and I got the front.
You guys come in from the back.
-Let's go.
-Cross over here.
Wait. Wait, wait.
-Shit!
-That's a.45.
-Yeah.
-Vests aren't gonna be worth shit.
Hit it.
I go.
Hiatt, I got him!
Don't move!
-Are you hit?
-No!
I'm not hit, bitch!
-I'm taking this guy in alone.
-What?
You know the situation.
No way you can walk away clean.
So screw them.
What does a city controller do?
Eliminates the Strike Team.
This guy shot
at both you and Hiatt.
Shane's right. We can't walk a guy
into the cage that shot at cops...
...without messing up his hair.
It's a bad message.
Martin's a friend of the department.
That means money, cops.
We have to consider it.
The captain said
we didn't have to worry.
-She doesn't have all the pieces.
-We got the suspect. Take this guy in.
That's what I'll do, just alone.
I'm not comfortable with that.
Look, we're gonna get squeezed
whatever we do.
Maybe I can figure a way around it,
but if not, I'll take the hit.
For us? Why?
I'm out at the end of the month.
There's nothing else they can do.
Maybe I should take him in.
Look, you guys
all have something to lose.
Now maybe there's a compromise
to be worked out...
...but you guys aren't the ones
to be compromised.
He needs to show up at the Barn
looking the same way.
I won't mess up a hair
on his little head.
You brought the knife, followed the girl.
Death penalty's a slam dunk.
I can make it so you can avoid all that.
Maybe even see the light of day again.
What are you talking about?
You know who Emily's father is?
Well, the family wants
to avoid embarrassment.
You just gotta be willing
to tell the right story.
Yeah?
What's the right story?
Good boy.
Bring him up to lnterrogation.
How'd you like to walk out of here
with no charges?
I'd like that very much.
Stick around, I'll tell you how.
Hey. You're back.
Any word on the lab results?
They promised me by the end
of business day.
-That woman's still here.
-What woman?
-The one with information on Guardo.
-Right.
She's stuck around this long.
-Yeah, okay.
-Thanks.
-She's in lnterrogation 1.
-Got it.
Guardo never came back.
Guardo's a mysterious guy.
Did you do something to him?
I never even saw him.
-What happened to Salceda?
-He must've got away.
I heard from people in Mexico.
They said Guardo came back to L.A.
I heard the same thing.
I wish I caught him.
I don't understand.
We heard that Salceda wanted
to kill Guardo.
We didn't know if it was true.
Guardo was a suspect in the murder
of a cop, so I didn't give a shit.
-So you lied to me, kept me prisoner.
-No.
I told you you could leave
whenever you wanted.
The smart thing was to stay.
All the stuff Guardo did,
it was only a matter of time.
You're lucky
he didn't drag you down with him.
Why don't we get Kavanaugh out,
have me investigated again?
Witness protection?
Sounds more like kidnapping to me.
All right, I wanted Guardo.
I heard about Salceda on the street,
so I used it.
I would have used anything to get him.
To bring him in for Lem's death.
The Mexicans got to him first.
-You did all this based on a rumor?
-Yeah, I did.
And if I'd ignored that rumor
and Nydia got killed by that guy...
...you'd be asking me
a lot tougher questions right now.
So you never found Guardo?
-No, I didn't.
-She seems convinced you did.
For all we know,
Guardo could've sent her...
...to make us think that he's dead
just to throw us off his track.
For chrissake, she's in love
with a guy who blows up kids.
You're trying to show people
why you should stay.
This escapade looks like
another reason why you should go.
Guardo was killed by the Mexicans.
Don't believe me, talk to Hernan.
Tell me how to contact him and I will.
Help close the books
on the girlfriend's accusations.
Ask Hiatt.
-You caught the man that killed Emily?
-Yeah.
I think you know what your daughter
was into when she died.
She was an addict.
I tried to help her,
but she wouldn't take it. I cut her off.
I thought it'd keep her
from buying more.
Do you know what
your daughter did to get drugs?
She threw it in my face,
trying to get more money from me.
Well, it was all true.
But that's not how history has to read.
Thank you.
I mean, there are some things
I can't fake.
The ME's gonna find that heroin
in her system.
I'll take care of that.
I've got an appeals hearing
in a couple weeks.
They're gonna decide whether
to force me out or not.
Oh. I'll see what I can do.
Must be good to be king.
Snail dealt for me a little.
He was in over his head.
Told me about this girl
that tried to get him out of the life.
Shame.
Just trying to get him
to stop selling drugs.
Guess she was a real nice girl.
Emily found out I was dealing.
She wanted me to quit.
She followed me to Rahid's apartment,
tried to stop me from buying.
Kept pressing me hard in the elevator.
I just lost it.
She didn"t deserve any of it.
What's the problem?
We shouldn't be playing God.
God creates all men equal.
But once they get out of
the womb, he starts playing favorites.
Is that Lem's lab report?
Is it?
Yeah. And the final autopsy report.
-And...?
-Nothing much.
No fingerprints, no DNA left behind.
Let me see it.
You think there's anyone who wants
to solve Lem's murder more than me?
There's crime scene photos
and there's autopsy photos.
Curtis was eviscerated
from the waist down.
Give me it.
What report is this? This is new.
That's Kavanaugh's last report.
The deal he made...
...when he came clean
about you was full disclosure.
-Hey, Kev. Can I ask you something?
-Absolutely.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Hey, Dutch.
Hey, Tina. That project I gave you,
you made a couple of mistakes.
I'll show you before I leave.
-Thanks.
-Sure.
-See you.
-Bye.
You remember asking me
about Hernan...
...that lCE agent
in the Salvadoran organization?
-Sure.
-Did you guys get in touch with him?
-Yeah.
-How?
It's easier
to negotiate between federal agencies.
-You're not a federal agent anymore.
-No. No, not anymore.
Careful with that.
It's a sophisticated piece of machinery.
I don't want to see dings.
I gave it some thought.
You wanna keep the machines,
go ahead.
Why? So you'll have it
to hang over my head?
-Yeah, that's right.
-No, thanks. I'll pass.
I can keep the leverage,
or you can lose money. It's your call.
Hey, guys, hang on a second.
-Hey, Cassidy.
-Hi.
Come on in.
This is Lee.
What's his whole name?
Lee Carson Sofer.
Carson's my mom's maiden name.
What's his birthday?
On the second.
Six-nineteen a.m.
Do you want to hold him?
Everything all right, Cass?
No. I don't want to hold him.
I just want to see.
That's okay.
Another time.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Vic wants the three of us to meet.
-When?
-Right now.
Portillo Autobody.
He wants to walk Lem's crime scene,
time of night that it happened.
-See if there's anything the lab missed.
-Lab report came in?
-Yeah.
-Anything useful?
I don't think so.
You want to ride together?
I got to finish this paperwork
on our stabbing.
-I'll be five minutes behind you.
-Cool.
-I'll see you there.
-Yeah.
Yeah.
-He's on his way.
-Good.
You sure you don"t want me?
No.
Keep your distance.
Okay.
-Hey. Want to wait for Ronnie or what?
-No. We can get started.
Okay.
Read the report.
-Yeah? What'd it say?
-Nothing new.
No prints, no forensics.
Well, Guardo was smart.
-He's careful.
-Not careful enough to escape us.
No. Not that.
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
I tortured him, shot him,
burned his body, and he didn't kill Lem.
-We were right there with you.
-Yeah.
I know.
But Guardo didn't do it.
The Salvadorans,
they wanted to stay off our radar.
They didn't even kill Emolia
when they found out she snitched.
Well, maybe some
Salvadoran rogue banger.
What, who killed Lem
with a grenade, left no trace...
...and disappeared like a ghost?
I don't think so.
It wasn't One-Niners looking
for Antwon revenge.
Made a fool of myself up at Lompoc
finding that one out.
I asked Ronnie to check if you logged
all the grenades that night at the bust.
You counted 73 at the house...
...and there are 73 sitting
in the evidence locker right now.
Which means...
...you pocketed a grenade
before Aceveda even lied to us...
...about Lem ratting us out.
You lied to us
at the bust about the count, you--
Before I even started to question Lem,
you were looking for a way...
...to shut him up
to make it look Salvadoran.
-Don't even go there, man.
-You were the last to get to the meet.
-You couldn't lose your tail?
-Right.
-Well, did you try?
-As much as I could.
We couldn't look suspicious,
remember?
Kavanaugh wrote another report.
Part of his deal.
He was shorthanded that night.
Just him and one other guy.
Stop right there, Vic.
-It's not good where you're going, man.
-Just him and one other guy.
So he followed me and Ronnie.
So, what?
You dropped a grenade in his lap
and what did you do, just run?
I did what I thought
had to be done at the time.
Oh, God.
-I know, man.
-Oh, God.
-I know. I know.
-Oh....
You piece of shit!
You made that decision on your own?
He wouldn't go to Mexico.
I told him about the goat farm,
about the way out.
About the money
that we were gonna send him.
You said if he wouldn't take the ride,
we'd know he turned.
-He didn't turn!
-I know that now!
We said we'd look him
in the eye and have the truth.
-And he never turned on us.
-We couldn't afford to take that chance.
You think this has been easy for me?
-Carrying all this alone?
-For you?
-Lem!
-lt was an impossible situation.
-lt was either him or the rest of us.
-Bullshit!
Look, I was protecting you
and Ronnie from it.
If he would've gone
to jail like he wanted...
...he would've been killed by Antwon
or turned by Kavanaugh.
You know that.
I don't know that.
He was strong.
You killed him
because you were scared.
-He was strong, and you were a coward.
-Look, I was being strong...
...for all of us.
And I am not a coward.
Yeah, you were.
You were when you sat by...
...and watched me tear Guardo apart
for something you did.
Jesus Christ,
what did you turn me into?
-He was an asshole murderer!
-I'm not an executioner!
-Tell that to Terry's family.
-That's different.
That son of a bitch, he was a traitor.
Lem was my friend.
He was mine too.
You think you're looking at me
through some window.
All you're doing is looking in a mirror.
You and l, we're nothing alike.
-I would never....
-You did.
More than once.
So let's at least tell the truth now.
Lem's gone.
I would have spared Lem.
And I stepped up and put Lem down
so you can go to bed believing that.
You didn't come to me.
You didn't talk to me.
We didn't decide, and it's too late.
There was no time.
I didn't know if Kavanaugh
was gonna pick us up.
If you weren't sure....
If you weren't sure, you should've taken
that chance that he was still with us.
You owed him that chance.
I had to kill my friend,
and you know why.
Look, it's taken me a while,
but you'll learn how to accept it, man--
I will never accept that!
I will never accept that!
I'm not gonna fight you.
I'm not gonna fight you.
Ronnie's not even coming, is he?
What, you tell him, look me
in the eye, find the truth?
What, you're so goddamn psychic...
...why didn't you know
that Aceveda lied about Lem?
I mean, all I was doing
was following your game plan, coach.
You killed my friend.
Then you almost let Kavanaugh
send me away for it.
I never would've let it come to that.
You let me kill Guardo
without opening your mouth.
I had the chance to pull the trigger
on you before.
I didn't do it,
and Lem lost his life because of it.
Lem would've broken.
I took it on myself the way
that you took it off of us for Terry.
Look, you're gonna learn
to be okay with it.
Man, you just need a little time.
You and me, we're all out of time.
Lem's case is still open.
I hope they catch you.
I hope they do.
I hope everybody knows what you did.
You don't get to do
what you did for free.
You're gonna pay that bill.
What, you gonna give Dutch
a little push in my direction?
Maybe when they got me...
...they'll have time
to look into who killed Terry.
That's old business.
And all you've got is hearsay.
Our entire lives are hearsay, Vic.
All the shit we've done.
And I've got a lot more
on you than you've got on me.
Get in your truck, drive away.
Leave here before I kill you.
No, you won't.
We've already been through all that.
Before, you didn't blow Lem in half
with a grenade.
I see you again, I will kill you.
Goddamn hypocrite.