NARRATOR: Previously on The Shield.
JULIEN: Sir, what's the problem?
TRUJILLO [CRYING]: My dick. Please.
You're caught in a rat trap.
I've got lupus. Had it for 15 years.
DUTCH: Claudette. Oh, my God.
Don't... Don't move her. Call the paramedics.
Why didn't you tell me that Sadie has a history of mental illness?
I made a life for myself. You been missing me?
Ex-wife.
[CRYING] I wasn't worth taking care of and now I'm not worth shit. You...
I wanna go home. At least we found his weak spot.
Shit, go.
Hey!
You. You're under arrest
for possession of heroin with intent to distribute.
The price is simple. I help you put away these fine young men,
you make sure you put them away right here.
You send Lem to Lompoc,
it's you that's the real murderer. I had a conversation with Antwon.
You're bluffing. You don't have the stomach to serve Lem up to Antwon.
I didn't used to.
[SOBBING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[LEM RETCHING]
[TOILET FLUSHES]
[WATER RUNNING]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[WHISPERS] Oh, shit.
[LEM SIGHS]
Morning. LEM: You gotta be kidding me.
KAVANAUGH: Welcome home.
KAVANAUGH: You don't look so good. LEM: I'm not talking to you.
KAVANAUGH: It's a social call.
You're lucky, having a friend like Mr. Hovis.
Smithland Hovis? The good buddy who posted your bail?
Smitty. It's funny.
He doesn't remember you that well. Just get out, man.
You know, when I find out how Vic and the other two got that bail money,
they're gonna wish that they had a friend like your friend Smitty.
[RETCHING, COUGHING]
Jesus.
Is that blood?
[GROANS]
Do you need a doctor? Just get the hell out! Just get out!
[GROANING]
Heard you had a rough week, so I told Jon I'd stop by and check in on you.
Sun will rise in the west the day that man cares whether I live or die.
Well, he did the same thing for me with my ex.
Did more for her than he did for me. Sounds like you guys are close.
We've been spending a lot of time together actually on account of the job.
But Jon's kind of tough to figure out.
You know, IAD cops are a different kind of breed.
Consider yourself fortunate.
He didn't tell me, uh... You have kids?
Family wasn't on Jon's to-do list.
Just as well. Easier to move on. You want coffee?
Uh... Water's fine.
So how does it work, you and the ex?
Good and bad. But I look out for her, make sure she gets what she needs.
At least you guys have a connection.
For better or worse. You're not what I expected.
Truth is, I didn't have a clue what sort of woman Jon would have married.
Neither did he. Still doesn't.
Just like him to send somebody else over
to, uh, carry my emotional baggage.
Tell the prick I'm great. Hey, it's tough to be a cop's wife.
Jon's wife is the job.
What keeps him warm at night.
And he's a coward for not coming himself.
[VIC SIGHS]
Is there some other message you'd like me to give him?
Sure.
Whoa, whoa, whoa-ho.
Oh... What about Jon?
When Jon left me, he made his choice.
I'll make mine.
[EXHALES]
[UNBUCKLING]
[VIC GRUNTS]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
Hey. Where you been? I had an ex-wife thing.
What did you need us here for? Not her, me.
I'm gonna take a deal. Just listen.
If I plead guilty to the heroin thing, this all seals off.
And without me, Kavanaugh's got nothing else.
He's got nothing on you guys. Oh, we're not feeding you to Antwon.
BECCA: Lompoc's an idle threat.
The judge will most likely place him in a medium-security facility.
Kavanaugh's not gonna let you escape with some cush deal.
He's got Emolia's testimony, man. He wants years.
RONNIE: He's got the brass behind him.
BECCA: Not anymore.
OIG and the chief, they're losing confidence in Kavanaugh's investigation.
DA's receptive.
I plead guilty to theft under colour of authority,
they'll drop the intent to distribute charge.
No. BECCA: Five years.
Up for parole in 18 months.
LEM: Yeah.
VIC: Man, you plead guilty, it's your badge, it's your pension.
We're talking prison. Eighteen months isn't a week.
I know.
Don't do it. Don't do it, man. We're fighting this, man.
I don't wanna fight anymore. I don't wanna fight anymore.
All right, if you were in my place, you'd take the hit.
To protect me, the team.
I know you would.
[###]
Look, no matter what we do, end of the day, Kavanaugh's still got a brick of tar.
He's still got Emolia's word. You heard Becca.
The chief's losing faith. I'm working on discrediting this guy.
So IAD brings in someone else. They still have the same brick.
I'm doing time no matter what. This way I got some control.
Look, I'm just so tired of not knowing what's gonna happen.
Worrying about the rest of you.
I gotta see an end.
Jesus Christ, man. I gotta get back inside, talk to Becca.
VIC: Let us know if anything breaks. All right.
For him to get out in 18 months, he's gonna have to be a model inmate.
SHANE: That's not gonna happen.
Protective custody's a joke.
He's gonna be fighting for his life the full five years.
The hell is he thinking?
Between Kavanaugh spinning doom and Becca selling him a rose garden,
the poor guy doesn't know what end is up.
Or he's taking the deal because he knows eventually,
Kavanaugh's gonna get him to crack.
I'm off to Lompoc.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
[ANTWON CHUCKLES]
I was beginning to think that you didn't have love for me anymore.
I was getting a little jealous, you spending so much time
with another cop. Oh.
Yeah, Kavanaugh's an intense cat, isn't he?
Hey, shame about Lemansky, man.
But you do know that blondie will end up in my backyard.
We don't know anything yet.
And if Lem does do time, he's not gonna land here.
I've got a real big backyard.
And wherever he lands, I decide his quality of life.
But that's why you're here. You need something, same as I do.
Otherwise, you wouldn't have sent that little black breezy to find me.
Truth is, Antwon Mitchell's the answer to all your prayers.
Lemansky's guardian angel.
See, we have a relationship, you and me.
That relationship's had its ups and downs,
but it's still a relationship. You make me drive all the way here
for couples counselling, or you got something to say?
The Niners have taken a serious hit since my incarceration.
Halpern's been running them under the radar.
Until this black-brown shit storm plays itself out.
Look, that cranky black bitch is afraid of his own goddamn shadow.
I've got some serious old-school weight coming in.
Kern Little.
I knew Kern's rap career was in the dollar bin.
I didn't know he was back in colours. Eventually, they all come home.
And Kern? He's eager to help me with my cash-flow problem.
I've gotta hand out a lot of turkeys at Thanksgiving.
There's a warehouse on Ridge Road.
Place where they're storing what's left of the seized assets.
You want me to rip off a P.D. warehouse?
Of course not.
Kern's already put together a team for that.
You just gotta come up with a plan on how and when to get my guys in.
Walk Kern and his second, Moses, through it.
That's more than an escort. That's a hooker and a hand job.
Hey, that's the price for my guarantee that Lemansky stays alive.
JULIEN: Stand back. Nothing to see here.
PARAMEDIC: Jesus, his dick's gone. Somebody find it.
JULIEN: Detectives, another glory hole.
A jogger called it in. No ID. CLAUDETTE: Gunshot?
Shit. JULIEN: No.
TINA: There's a rat trap in one of the stalls.
I was real careful not to disturb the crime scene.
Good thinking. You wanna get that on ice, send it with him to the hospital.
PARAMEDIC: Not gonna matter if we don't get him stabilized.
We need to move now.
CLAUDETTE: Let's get a canvass going.
DUTCH: This is the same m.o. as that attack couple of weeks ago.
Uh... Suspect was male, Caucasian, thirties.
CLAUDETTE: Well, let's not rule anyone out yet.
In a world of men, thought has even crossed my mind.
Serrated teeth. Interlocking, no less.
This is lot more gothic than the last glory-hole attack.
DUTCH: You, uh, talk to the hospital? Victim's still unconscious.
He sustained a head injury when he passed out. He's in pretty rough shape.
So we have no way of knowing if and when he'll be able to communicate.
Canvass turn up anything? Nothing so far.
So we got dick. Which is more than I can say for the victim.
We need to get the word out. Bookstores, bathhouses, bars,
anywhere this sort of activity goes on.
Uh, we need to re-interview the victim in the first glory-hole attack. What was his name?
He gave us everything that he had. He never talked to a detective.
It's, uh, Alarico Trujillo. I'll write his address down.
This Trujillo guy. He's married, kids.
I told him I'd keep his name out of it if he cooperated. He held up his end.
This has escalated way beyond a twisted prank.
He's our only conscious witness.
We'll be discreet. Thank you. TINA: Okay.
[HORN BLOWS]
SHANE: Is this thing even remotely safe?
VIC: Make sure it is, because we got no choice.
Antwon's the devil we know. Yeah, what if it's the other devil?
Kavanaugh laying a trap?
He's been cutting deals with Antwon, maybe this is his last stab before Lem seals this off.
RONNIE: No. This place is wide open. We could spot a surveillance unit a mile away.
If Kavanaugh was planning a sting, this wouldn't be the place.
He knows we would think that. VIC: We sniff out every inch of thing.
Triple-check every last detail. We get one bad whiff, we bail.
[LOUD HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS OVER STEREO]
Why don't you crank it up?
SHANE: Might still be some cops in Long Beach who can't hear it.
Why don't you relax, thief.
I was hoping I'd never see you in purple again.
Never took it off. You know how that goes.
Yeah, I do.
This my boy Moses, man. Check them both.
Looking for this? VIC: No.
We've had a little bug problem lately.
You think we work for the white law? VIC: White law, black power.
It's all the same shit. Just wanna make sure our visit stays anonymous.
They're clean. No shit, Captain Cracker.
That's clever. Can't understand why the rap career didn't take off.
Hey, hey, hey. Easy, easy, easy.
Now, what's your goddamn problem? Times change, man.
I don't trust you, or your ghost squad.
Well, the lack of love is mutual.
KERN: Yeah, I see that.
You and Antwon. Nothing like karma.
Hey, the favour, I have to do.
Taking mouth shit from M.C. Has-Been, I don't.
Come on, come on, fellas.
Now, let's just put this history on hold and get this shit done. Okay?
Let's go over it. Let's.
Okay. There's one guard.
Spends most of his shift at the gatehouse, here.
RONNIE: Guy of ours says the warehouse is wall-to-wall cameras.
They feed into a bank of monitors at the gate. The seizure locker's here.
Can't miss it. Right past the Hummer. There's antiques, TVs and a safe.
A big one. SHANE: Mitchell was right.
We checked the inventory. Over 500 grand in watches and jewellery.
Yeah, and that's all we go for.
VIC: No one drives out of there with a Hummer or a flat screen.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
VIC: Yeah. Where are you?
VIC: Why? We need to talk.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS]
Kavanaugh's covering his bets in case the criminal case against you doesn't make it.
What do you mean "in case"?
Surprised this clown hasn't gotten the hook already.
By acknowledging you failed to clear the room when Terry was shot,
Kavanaugh's trying to characterise your earlier statements as false and misleading.
That's bullshit. I've told the truth since day one.
Nothing I said has changed because the facts haven't.
Well, then he's doing a good job of twisting your words.
It's not inconceivable that he could cost you your retirement.
Where did you hear that?
Your case was referred to the Police Committee for review.
You let him try to take my pension. PBA reps will have his head on a pike.
Well, I wouldn't be so sure.
You know, Kavanaugh could get this as a face-saving way to end his investigation.
Never mind prying a cop with a sketchy jacket off the taxpayers' tit.
Anyway, we said we'd share. Thought you'd want the heads up.
Thanks. Hey, wait a minute.
Is Kavanaugh making any noise around here about me?
All's been quiet as it relates to you. Undermining him is a priority.
For both of us.
[CLUCKING]
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
CLAUDETTE: We'd like to speak to Alarico Trujillo.
About a car accident he witnessed a couple weeks back.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Uh... We had a few more questions about that accident.
I told you people everything.
You didn't tell me about no car accident.
[WHISPERS] I got nothing more to say.
There's been another driver that's been seriously injured.
It's important you come with us. Someplace private.
Look, man...
Just... just leave me alone, okay?
We can do this another way if we have to.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Pretty soon this is gonna be a Ionely room filled with empty lockers, huh?
You and me are the only ones on the way out. I just cut a deal with the DA.
What deal's that? LEM: Just ask the chief.
It's sitting on his desk waiting for a signature.
He'll be out on parole before the blood rushes back to your face.
You don't mind if I check the facts before I pack my bags, do you?
LEM: I don't give a shit what you do.
Yeah. Thanks.
Chief's office hasn't even seen Lemansky's deal yet.
His mouthpiece is feeding him a happy meal to keep his spirits up. Speaking of happy meals...
Did Vic bite on that intel about me, uh, going after his pension?
Oh, you didn't see the steam coming off his bald head?
Beautiful, man. Ha-ha.
And I so want there to be trust between you two.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
I need to use your office. KAVANAUGH: Of course.
Anything I can do for you? No. It's a police matter.
Mi casa es su casa.
Gave us all a scare, that spill you took.
[EXHALES]
Well, if you got one of these, there...
There's plenty of bounce to the ounce.
PHILLIPS: Let me get to the point.
I've been made aware that you have a serious medical condition.
One that could compromise your ability to perform your duties.
You needed to disclose a disease like lupus. You didn't.
Because it was a personal matter.
Suppose you took a header out in the field. You could've put officers at risk.
But it didn't happen. And I'm not here because of how I knock down doors.
I'm ordering you to see a city physician for a full medical review.
Until then, you're assigned to desk duty.
Then let's get it done, ASAP. I've got plenty of cases to clear.
I'm responsible for the health and welfare of everyone working here.
Then maybe you ought to do something
about the epidemic bullshit in this place.
Claudette, don't... Don't interrupt.
This man, Kavanaugh, that you've just given the place over to.
I understand he's got an investigation to run,
but have you any idea what he's doing to morale?
Oh. She's got a point there. IAD is arrogant and intrusive.
It's the nature of the beast. But this man,
takes intimidation to a whole other level.
He's got every officer in this place spooked.
They spend more time looking over their shoulders than they do
doing their jobs. It's a fair assessment.
CLAUDETTE: Our last captain had unpopular policies.
So you stuck us with an interim jellyfish that won't rock the boat.
Then you cut resources that we need to do the job.
Talk about putting people at risk.
Crime stats are down since I took over.
Look, if you aren't out to lunch, passing the buck,
or leaving every day at 4:00, you'd know that our citizens
aren't reporting half of what's going on out there,
because they know that we can't or won't do anything.
If you want me to go and pee in a cup, I'll be happy to fill it.
But I'm not your problem.
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
Pretty loopy.
Maybe that's why they call it lupus.
Look, I've been here too long as it is. My wife's gonna get suspicious.
You have a plausible cover story. If you'd like me to call and explain...
No. Please.
CLAUDETTE: Dutch. I just wanna go home.
DUTCH: Give me a second. Uh... Sit down.
DUTCH: What did the assistant chief want?
I'm trying to comprehend
why you felt the need to inform the department that I have lupus.
W-what? l... N... I did nothing of the kind.
The chief's office is certainly up to speed.
Well, not from me. You're the only one who knew.
O-obviously not. Because of you, I'm riding a desk.
Okay, Claudette, you're not hearing me.
l... I have not spoken to anyone about this.
You went to the DA's office before to make a separate peace behind my back.
Remember? Oh, come on. The...
You don't believe me?
If you didn't tell them directly, then somebody you told did.
Maybe that little Latina wet dream you've been pushing up against. You gave her a little bit of gossip,
so you could show how plugged-in you are.
Hold on. You've crossed the line into wholesale character assassination.
Career assassination is a lot worse.
This is good. This helps a lot.
I'll have an officer give you a ride home.
I'll take a bus.
I don't wanna be getting out of a police car in my neighbourhood.
MAN: Captain? BILLINGS: What can I do for you?
Art Gadwah, Los Angeles Gay Men's Initiative.
I'd like to talk to whoever's in charge about recent attacks on members of our community.
Julien, come talk to this guy about the rat trap glory-hole business, will you?
This is Officer Lowe. He's been with this since the beginning.
Yeah, we've been interviewing witnesses.
In the meantime, we're asking anyone with any information to contact us.
So basically, you're waiting for this sadist to turn himself in.
That would be a wrong perception. Mm-hm.
Well, your captain couldn't wait to shuffle me off onto you.
And it's clear that you'd rather be anywhere else than talking to me.
Instead of playing the blame game,
why don't you help us get the word out and distribute these?
I'm sure you people know where the glory holes are better than we do.
Are you aware that there are at least half a dozen attacks we know of
haven't even been reported?
Well, maybe those people knew what they were doing was wrong.
Adults? Engaging in consensual sex? In public, which is a crime.
Thank you for coming down and registering your concern.
I need your name and badge... You need to keep your hands off me.
You and your buddies in blue can hate all you want to. We're here.
You need to get used to it.
[INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER]
Did a five-mile sweep. No RF or infrared readout anywhere.
Nobody's transmitting any voice or video.
Well, we've been up and down the dial. No coded chatter.
[SIGHS]
[TIRES SCREECH]
Oh, Christ. Don't move.
You don't fight, you don't die. No fighting, man. Whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
Man, come on, don't,
KERN: Open up. That one and that one.
KERN: Hold his gun.
[DOOR BANGS]
[BANGING]
KERN: You get the safe. I'll check the drawer.
Come on.
[ELRON COUGHS]
ELRON: Please, I got a family.
Just let me go, okay? I won't say anything.
KERN: Shut that bitch up.
ELRON: I won't say anything. ONE-NINER: Shut up.
ELRON: Jesus.
MOSES: Don't forget the tools.
[GRUNTS]
VIC: Jesus Christ. What the hell are you doing?
Just finishing the job. Antwon's orders.
MOSES: Kern had to go. SHANE: Holy shit.
Turn around against the fence right now! Right now!
RONNIE: He's gone. SHANE: What about Kern?
Shit!
This was not part of the deal. MOSES: Sure it was.
Part Antwon didn't tell you about. SHANE: Holy shit.
[MOSES GRUNTS]
It's done. Oh!
Kill me, and you lose favour with Antwon.
And your boy end up face down in a pool of blood and blow juice.
Aah! Hey. Hey.
VIC: Get up.
Get the safe and get out. SHANE: You heard him, let's go.
VIC: Get out.
Go.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[DOOR CLOSES]
What the hell do we do here?
Goddamn it.
VIC: Give me a hand. Shit. Shit.
[GRUNTS]
RONNIE: I don't get it. VIC: Kern was no back-seat banger.
Antwon had him taken out before Kern took over.
RONNIE: Why not just whack him when he's in the hood?
VIC: Word got out that Antwon took out Kern,
the street would take it as a weakness.
Gang without a leader, brothers jump to other sets.
Kern goes down in the line of duty, gets the Niners street cred.
[SIGHS]
Moses takes over, pushes Antwon's agenda.
Goddamn it.
Goddamn it, man.
Let's go.
[KERN GROANS]
You gotta be shitting me.
SHANE: These brothers can take a bullet.
RONNIE: Oh, God. What now?
KERN: Get me help.
[WHEEZING] Please.
Let's go.
SHANE: Vic, come on, man. We can't...
VIC: 911 will take 20 minutes to get here.
He's gonna be dead in 10.
[KERN GROANING]
We'll wait. Then we leave, call it in.
Are you sure about this?
Kern's dead. We can still save Lem.
Jesus.
[SOBBING] No. No.
[KERN WHIMPERING]
KERN [WEAKLY]: Mackey, Mackey, please.
[BANGING]
Police! We're cutting the lock.
On my command, you stand, hands on your head.
Sorry, it's based on a combination.
There's a glory hole over there. And a couple of rat traps.
JULIEN: Yeah. The owner said he put them out.
Tough to prove whose is whose.
Stand slowly. Hands on your head.
ART: We helped you catch him.
I expect you to hold up your end.
DUTCH: What do you suppose would happen if someone
snapped this, on someone's dick.
You're sick. You know that?
I didn't make this up.
DUTCH: This one here,
serrated teeth.
Guy who got caught in this is gonna pee sitting down, if he survives.
Aren't you glad it wasn't you? Be a hell of a secret you'd have to live with.
Something personal and embarrassing that affects your ability to function.
Not something you'd want a lot of people to know about.
Okay, you wanna do this, you can talk to him.
I'll come back later.
[DOOR CLOSES]
So, Jarrod, what have you got against gay folks?
That some sort of tactic?
You pretend to pick a fight and then you do the whole tag-team thing.
Just answer the question.
He give you anything? Nope.
We need to put this guy in a lineup. He's all yours.
Tina, we need to bring Trujillo in again.
I'll tell him to meet you down the block from his place. Keep up appearances.
TINA: Got it.
Alarico Trujillo on Latimer Ave? Yeah.
Unis just responded to a domestic at his address that got ugly.
Run with it, since you're dealing with him on the other thing.
Okay. Okay.
I got balls in the air on a big 211 that got called in.
I'm gonna check in on it personally.
We got here, he was standing over her with a baseball bat.
We took it off him, but not before he got a few whacks in.
I got this.
What happened?
We got married, priest told her everything I'd done before with men.
That was in the past.
Tried to stop but she knew what was up.
[CRYING] You people started coming around, asking questions.
She knew why.
She started calling me a fag in front of my kids,
so I beat the shit out of her.
[SIREN WAILING]
[AIRCRAFT DRONING OVERHEAD]
SHANE: What the hell is he doing here?
VIC: Pretending to be a cop. BILLINGS: You guys call this in?
Yeah. We got a tip the One-Niners were hitting this place.
We got stuck on a van on a stakeout, couldn't make it back here in time.
What's the damage?
BILLINGS: Looks like the guard took out one before he got his head blown off.
Detective Mackey. Did you know him?
He was Kern Little.
Old-school One-Niner.
Went back to the street game once his hip-hop career hit the skids.
You inventory what's missing, we'll start turning over One-Niner rocks.
KAVANAUGH: Familiar scenario, this.
Hmm. How so?
Come on, you don't see it?
A dead cop killed by the gun of a dead bad guy.
You two, innocent bystanders.
We were on the other side of Farmington, asshole.
Anybody see you?
SHANE: It wouldn't have been much of a stakeout if they had.
You know what? Start eating again, man.
Malnourishment is starting to screw with your logic.
KAVANAUGH: Lemansky's going to prison. You need to protect him.
You reach out to Antwon Mitchell.
For some reason, he needs his, uh, crew leader dead.
Bad blood, internal beef, whatever.
So you kill him.
Your end of the deal.
He keeps Lem alive,
his end of the deal.
How does that logic sound to you?
Let me remind you of a few things you seem to have forgotten.
I didn't kill Terry.
You've lost your leverage with Lem.
And your ex-wife's pussy
tastes like sweet butter.
What do you want?
Sadie, you gonna let me in? I'm in the middle of something.
I just need to know if you, uh... You've seen this guy?
Yeah, he came through.
You okay?
What do you care?
Sadie, did he hurt you?
You're the only one who ever hurts me, Jon.
That's not gonna happen again.
I ju... Can you just...
Tell me what he did. Just tell me what happened. What did he do?
What did he do? Um...
He made me come.
That's what he did.
[CHUCKLES]
No, he didn't. Oh, yeah.
Twice.
Do you know
who this guy is, Sadie?
Your friend,
who you sent to check up on me.
Well, he did.
What is wrong with you?
Huh?
You need to go.
Move your arm from the door, Jon.
Now.
Or I will call the police.
What's up?
What are you doing here?
Chief's office just signed off on the deal.
Look, I report for processing tomorrow morning.
It's okay, man. It's over.
LEM: It's over.
[SIGHS]
Thank you, man.
LEM: It's all right. It's okay. Yeah.
RONNIE: We got your back. LEM: I know. I know. I know.
You'll be taken care of. You understand?
All right.
I had nothing to do with this.
But if you're asking if I think these perverts should be punished...?
Look what they're doing to our country.
Yeah. Seducing our kids, spreading AIDS.
You gave us your spiel.
A moment of your time.
So where are we with this freak?
He's guilty, just not prosecutable.
The problem is the evidence is circumstantial and threadbare, at best.
He matches the witness description.
Well, there's no way the DA's gonna indict off a wife beater's say so.
Let's put him on the tour. Lose him in the system for a couple of days, uh, buy some time.
With IAD bivouacked in my colon? You out of your mind?
If you can't close him, lose him.
Oh. Oh, Claudette, chief's here, he wants to see you.
Hey, I tried to keep it copasetic with you and Phillips.
Detective Wyms, I got a preliminary report back
from the city physician.
You are medically fit to resume your duties.
I could have told you that.
PHILLIPS: You'll be required to have quarterly checkups.
Your nickel.
I understand you unloaded with both barrels on my number two here.
Sometimes happens, I see red.
Changes have to be made.
For starters, I've decided to appoint you captain.
What makes you think I want that revolving door?
You know this place better than anybody in the department.
Which is why you don't see me jumping at the offer.
My predecessor made a mistake slapping you down
with that DA nonsense.
But you and I can find a way to work together, right?
For starters, I would need a guarantee
that I would run the Barn. Not in theory, in fact.
No one can do the job with...
Sorry to interrupt,
but I just confirmed some very disturbing news.
Did you...?
Did you sign off on a deal with Lemansky?
I did.
I thought we agreed,
no deals.
The only way to get Mackey is to leverage his guys.
We're in the middle of something here, lieutenant.
So am I. And it just got derailed because you guys backed down.
JOHNSON: It's over, Jon.
Sending Lemansky to jail sends a message.
We'll all move on now.
And Mackey skates clean.
[CHUCKLING]
This guy... This guy is just pissing... Just pissing all over us,
and we just smile and lick it up.
PHILLIPS: That's enough.
KAVANAUGH: Vic Mackey kills cops.
He... He deals drugs, he beats suspects.
You know what he did yesterday?
He... He screwed my ex-wife,
with the sole purpose
of making this investigation seem like a personal vendetta.
He may have assassinated
a gang leader.
And that's just all in one day.
I wonder what he's gonna do today.
I wonder what he's gonna do tomorrow.
KAVANAUGH: This guy!
This guy is just pissing... He's pissing all over us,
he's pissing on you. What...?
What does it taste like?
Chief, what does it taste like? You know what? It tastes like piss to me.
You have 48 hours to tie up the loose ends.
And find someplace else to do the paperwork.
JOHNSON: Captain Wyms needs her office.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SLAMS]
We'll sneak the whole cow into you, man.
Hey, Lem, I'm sorry.
I'm glad it's over, though.
That's okay. Thanks. Thank you.
Hey, you're gonna be a little thinner next time I see you.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah. Mm.
LEM: Thanks. Hey, I gotta get some things in order.
I'll see you guys at the party. All right, man.
What's that? That's the paperwork
for the 211 you called in last night. EMT found a ton of jewellery
in the pocket of the dead banger.
Shithead shot an innocent guy and walked away with almost nothing.
Which means?
The goddamn safe was empty. So Antwon's not getting his money.
That's gonna screw the whole deal.
Holy shit. I gotta talk to Antwon.
[SIGHS]
These fags choose a life of sin and suffering, get what they deserve.
But I'm the one in handcuffs.
[CHUCKLES]
Hey. Stand up.
Does his family deserve to have their lives ruined,
because of what you did to him? Men's room on Alvarado.
Look, I've never seen that guy before.
But if he's being punished for his wickedness, then it's God's will.
You're his spokesman now?
Says right there in the book.
You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female.
It's an abomination. I mean, come on. Hey, hey.
Leviticus 18:22. I know.
What are you doing? I don't have to talk to you. Hey. Hey!
JULIEN: Where do you go to church?
Christ Bethany. What is this?
So then you know that Jesus lived a perfect life of truth,
and he was crucified for it.
What do you suppose happens to someone who lies in his name?
Who passes judgement on other people in his name?
Psalm 71, verse 4.
Deliver me... Hey, stop it!
- oh, my God, out of the hand of the wicked.
Out of the hand of the unrighteous and the cruel man.
Stop! You wanted to look at a man
down there. You wanted to touch it.
Thought about it for a long time, maybe all your life.
You just never did it because you knew that it was wrong.
No. No. No! Oh, God!
So you convinced yourself that you were doing God's will.
Gave yourself an excuse to find out what another man's penis feels like.
No. I would never do something so repulsive and disgusting.
You're no different than the men you prey on.
You're a homosexual. No. No.
Homosexual. No. No.
You're just too weak and afraid to admit it.
That's a lie! That is a lie. I'm a Christian.
And they are vermin. I did it because they are vermin.
Why would any man want to touch another man down there?
I did it to punish them.
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
What, no muffins?
You shouldn't have taken the deal, Curtis.
You weren't supposed to get the worst of this thing here.
That's all you did from the minute you picked me up is threaten me with jail.
That's all it was. It was just a threat. Well, you threw me in County.
You arrested me.
I knew you'd make bail, just not so soon.
It's just a strategy.
A wedge to get you to turn.
Cops will always give it up with the threat of jail.
Always.
But not you. Not Curtis Lemansky.
I can't believe you're doing this.
You're gonna take the hit for him.
For them? Yeah, well, believe it.
I'm sorry, I didn't, uh...
That we didn't become friends sooner.
Maybe, uh...
I could've pulled this in another direction, if I just...
I just made a...
Any man would be lucky to have you in his corner.
Good luck, Curtis.
Hey. Hey.
It's over.
I know.
Take care of yourself, okay?
Things went south.
Dirty south. Alabama south.
If I had all the information going in, we wouldn't be sitting here.
But here we are right now.
Big blue and his little black puppet.
What the hell are you talking about?
Kavanaugh dimed me, man.
Told me you've been bragging about how you were playing me against him.
How you manipulated me into protecting Lemansky,
to shit all over his leverage. That's bullshit.
He's jerking us off.
What do you care? He can't get to you in here.
No, but he can touch everyone around me.
That crazy-ass nigga,
he initiated a full-scale DOC investigation of this place.
The heat is on.
And soon, I won't be feeling all the comforts of home.
Look, uh, I'll figure out a way to get you your cash.
I'll look into this DOC thing.
You've done enough.
The deal and this conversation are over.
Jesus Christ. I took care of that little thing for you.
Now you're gonna tell me that doesn't buy Lem some time?
That buys you one more dead cop.
I got Niners in every pen in the state.
So wherever he touches down, it will happen.
And you can set your watch to that inevitability.
One of your crew so much as hard looks my guy,
my reach will get you shived. Oh.
You got reach like that?
So why you sitting down here talking to me, grey boy? Huh?
Hey, hey. That's enough. That's enough!
ANTWON: It's okay. It's all right.
That's just Detective Mackey's way of saying goodbye.
GU ARD [OVER P.A.]: Security back up to the day room.
I cut you a break for that meltdown in front of Phillips
on account of your medical problems and so forth.
And then I find out it's part of your campaign to steal my job?
I didn't go after this.
Why did you do me like this? I thought you and me were good.
We are good. And I didn't "do" you.
Letting Kavanaugh loose in this place, they set you up to fail.
It's not your fault.
I didn't fail.
Is that what people are saying?
I'll need you to help me pick up the pieces.
I'm supposed to stick around after getting shanked in the back like this?
No. I got some pride, you know.
Why don't you give it a few days? When you're ready to talk,
my door is open.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN MOANS]
SHANE: Better get a good look.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING, CHUCKLING]
The "entertainment" just showed up.
Figured it was time for me to leave.
Right.
Uh, this is not the safest hood. I'll get you to your car.
[PEOPLE YELLING]
BECCA: Oh, my.
I see what you mean.
I'm taking him to the courthouse, 9 tomorrow morning.
Officially surrender.
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
You doing okay?
Yeah.
We did the right thing, Vic.
Thank you for helping him.
You're a good friend. He's lucky to have you.
Hey, what's going on?
Listen, I gotta tell you something about Lem.
What?
[MOANS]
I hear we got a confession out of Trapper John.
He and Julien reasoned together.
Congratulations on your promotion.
Thanks. I didn't know it was public.
I wanted you to hear that from me.
Eh, you know how things spread around here. Like herpes at a swingers' party.
While you were stretched out on the floor over there,
paramedics found Prednisone in your purse.
They called your doctor to find out what you were being treated for,
Billings overheard, and reported to Phillips.
He just told me.
He thought lupus was an emotional disorder.
I'm sorry.
Well, you can't un-ring that bell.
You don't trust me.
I made a mistake. You made a choice,
to think the worst about me.
I'll need your support. I've got my work cut out for me.
You'll do fine.
Whoever sits up there has to have an active mistrust of everyone,
and everything in this place.
I can't imagine anyone better suited to the job.
[LEM CHUCKLING, MUSIC PLAYING]
LEM: Who were they?
Look, you guys, I hate to step on the pussy and laughs,
but we gotta talk about a change of plans.
What change?
You're not going to prison.
What are you talking about?
VIC: Look, we made a deal with Antwon to get you safe passage inside.
It went bad.
The thing at the warehouse?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
VIC: Kavanaugh's launched a Department of Corrections investigation of Lompoc.
He's gonna make Antwon's life hell. And Antwon's blaming me.
SHANE: Oh, goddamn it. But I won't end up in Lompoc.
Word gets out Antwon's got a beef, any prison, any protective custody,
best case scenario, you bust enough heads to stay alive.
Which means I can kiss early release goodbye.
Worse case scenario, you're gonna kiss everything goodbye.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Lay low until I figure out a way to get Antwon back onboard.
You're putting him on the run? I can't run anymore.
VIC: We're out of options. I don't want to do this.
SHANE: Do we even have a plan? I'm working on one.
RONNIE: Where's he gonna go? I don't know! I don't know!
VIC: Now...
Now, you're gonna hide while I find Gilroy's contacts.
Mexico? No. No.
Lem, it's only temporary.
But what about my deal? If I run, man, they'll throw it out.
They'll have all new charges. It's better than the alternative.
VIC: Lem, right now this is about keeping you alive.
[LEM BREATHING HEAVILY]
Lem, I promise you. I promise you, man.
I promise you, we're gonna make this work.
[LEM GROANS]
[LEM CRYING, SNIFFLING]
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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
DANNY: Hurry up.
Oh, God, Julien, shit.
Ooo-hoo.
DANNY: Goddamn it. Oh!
Baby's coming. Oh!
[KNOCKING]
Can I talk to you for a second?
KAVANAUGH: Just one second, okay?
[ENGINE STARTS]
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