The Shield s02e07 Episode Script

Bang.
You're dead.
Now, on the day, there'll be two guys with Glocks at 1 1 o'clock.
- I thought you said it was 9 o'clock.
- Well, that's why we're rehearsing.
You mind getting that thing off me, man? It gives me the creeps.
Now, there'll be no one inside that bay.
Vans pull in there.
We'll be waiting for them.
- Secrecy over muscle.
- Yeah.
How much dirty money is it gonna be carrying? Enough for the four of us to retire.
Sorry I'm late.
This job depends on us having it together.
Where were you? I've been driving around in circles.
I thought I was being followed by some Mexican.
- One of Armadillo's boys? - I don't know.
Maybe.
Maybe it was just some pizza-delivery guy.
Stalked by a cheese and sausage.
- This greenlight thing is serious.
- You been getting enough sleep? Yeah.
I'm just being cautious.
Okay.
Good.
All of us should be careful till we find this prick.
Now paranoia boy's here, you gonna run through it again? - Till we get it right.
- All right.
Let's do it.
Marcy Lindhoff agreed to a plea.
- How much time is she getting? - Eight years in exchange for testimony against her husband.
Eight years? The DA agreed to that? To avoid shining the light on our screwup, yes.
We had the victim alive in a car trunk in our own parking lot for hours until you released the main suspects.
At which point she died.
The DA arranged for you to take Marcy's statement.
Confirm the facts she gave him jive with your investigation.
Dutch, the chief called me personally.
He's not pleased.
And to be honest, I'm concerned about your performance as well.
I'm going through a rough patch.
It happens to everybody.
Claudette says you're moody, distracted.
She said that? You need to start closing cases and closing them without incident.
Okay.
Detective, it's Doug from the front desk.
Detective.
Detective, that couple's at it again.
Aren't you gonna do something? Goddamn it.
- You want me to back you up? - I've only done this about 3000 times.
Okay.
If you need me, I'm here.
- Yes? - I live across the street.
- I'm here about the noise.
- I'm sorry.
I had the TV up too loud.
Let me in.
I wanna talk to the jackass who's beating on you.
Look, I'm fine.
Really.
- Is he still here? - No.
It was just an argument.
- I see he talks with his hands.
- I didn't call police.
Yes, you did through my closed windows.
- It won't happen I can't lay in bed and listen to him doing it to you.
So you're either gonna move or get some help! I don't need any help.
Well, if you're not gonna move, then you're gonna get some help.
Let's go.
- You gonna be okay? - Yeah.
I'm perfect.
- Congratulations on your plea.
- Thank you.
The plea's bullshit, Marcy.
You deserve life just like Bob.
No, I mean, thank you.
I guess the DA didn't want this to go public.
You need to be 1 00 percent honest with me or you lose your deal.
Understood? Yes.
- The peephole, who put it in and why? - That was Bob.
He liked how Kayla looked.
He wanted to see more.
You were okay with this? Bob liked bringing other women into our bed.
I wanted him to be happy.
Did Bob wanna bring Kayla into your bed? He asked me to talk to her.
I did.
She wasn't interested.
So you lured her over to your apartment one night? Bob was obsessed.
He thought she was so pretty.
Bob said it was your idea to cut off Kayla's arm.
Yeah.
After that, she wasn't so pretty.
Okay.
Me and Shane are gonna clear the roof.
Ronnie, you disarm this guy.
Lem, hit the ground, grab the truck.
- You hit them fast and then reel them.
- It'll work.
I'm in, brother.
Why are we talking about this when Armadillo's got a hit out on us? We got feelers.
We get a call, we'll grab him.
And when we do, Vic and me got a plan.
We'll tie him up, stick him someplace safe till we hit the money train leave him dead in the getaway truck.
The Armenians and cops will think the Torrucos did it.
- Two birds with one stone.
- One problem.
We don't know where Armadillo is? - Stop being such a pussy about this.
- Excuse me for wanting to stay alive.
Let's stick to the job at hand.
What are we gonna do with the money? It's too much to spend without drawing attention.
We'll launder it.
Got a friend in a restaurant.
All-cash business.
That's exactly what IAD's gonna look into.
We can't do this alone.
Are you saying let someone else in? Someone we can control who's gonna be more afraid of us than going to prison.
You used to know a guy named Tio? - Why aren't we in a station? - Theodore Osmond, drug dealer.
The guy you helped to buy a comic book shop and another building.
Tio.
Sure.
I heard somebody burned him to death.
That's terrible.
So you did sell him the store.
I brokered that deal.
I'm a licensed realtor.
- You know Tio sold narcotics out of it.
- No.
He bought the place cash.
Where'd you think he got money? I don't ask my clients about money.
Is that because most of your clients are drug dealers? I think you specialize in buying property for dealers so they can launder money.
Isn't that right? This is ridiculous.
Checked your files, Leith.
Tied you to four major dealers.
How'd you like to see our police station now? I don't touch any of that.
I just buy and sell property.
The only property you'll be selling now is bunk space in Pelican Bay.
Please.
What do you guys want? Real estate.
She'll have to be wait-listed at another shelter.
Can't you pull some strings? She's a neighbor.
You're a friend.
I filled my last bed this morning.
- What about a hotel? - She can't afford a hotel.
Well, I might be able to double her up someplace.
Do, and I'll owe you dinner.
You know, even if I find a spot, she's not gonna go.
And I'm partial to steak joints.
They don't leave until they call from the street or the hospital.
She didn't even call.
It's a waste of time.
Just find a bed.
I'll put her in it.
Is that everything? Yeah.
We're done.
Why did you do this? It just kind of happened.
No, I mean what made you think you could fool me? I didn't fool you.
I just let you fool yourself.
- Dutch.
How'd it go? - I got everything I needed.
Good, because we got a case.
Woman strangled to death in Fairview Park.
You sure you want my help? According to Aceveda, I'm moody and distracted.
He said that to you? Why am I even in a police station? I didn't do anything.
Fine.
Go home.
Next time Prince Charming uses you for sparring practice, keep it down.
Look I know it's hard to leave your home.
It was hard my first time.
I don't need a damn shelter.
Sometimes staying away even one night makes him realize he's crossed a line.
If you don't do it now, you might never get another chance.
I don't even have any of my stuff.
Give me your keys, I'll bring you whatever you need.
I don't want you in my house.
I'll get you some clothes.
You can't make somebody get help.
Sure you can.
Keep working on her.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Eight years as a street cop cleaning up messes like this means nothing? It's different when you're on the receiving end.
Next time this guy wakes me up, I'm gonna have a chat with him.
It'll stop.
Trust me.
Stop violence with violence.
Why do men always have the answers? That's a good question.
- Any witnesses? - No.
A couple of teenagers smoking joints discovered the body.
Found her purse and wallet in the bushes.
Her name's Leah Madson.
I've never seen a victim strangled with a boulder-holder.
I'm not in the mood, Ray.
ME said no prints on the victim's body.
Wasn't forcibly removed.
Bra's not damaged either, but the clasp is missing.
Probably fell off when he strangled her.
- What are you thinking? - I don't know.
Rape turned homicide maybe.
What's this? Chocolate? It's on her fingers.
Means she helped him remove the bra.
This didn't start off as a rape.
They knew each other.
Yeah.
I guess I'm wrong again.
Downtown just faxed a list of promotions.
Stewart and Hernandez got the two senior lead-officer spots.
I was next in line for that.
I know.
This has to do with the complaint the widow's been filing against me, huh? The marijuana IAD found in my car? IAD believed you.
That shouldn't have any bearing Oh, come on.
That promotion was a lock.
You're telling me this has nothing to do with the complaints against me? Of course that's what this is about.
But the brass will never admit it.
Gonna have to ride this out.
Detective Vendrell, somebody here to see you.
Well, well.
It's the penis flytrap.
Hope you're not a daddy.
Hey, Georgia.
Can I talk to you? I'm a little busy right now.
I got a case.
Illegal activities.
My ex, selling script drugs to illegals, grannies anyone looking for a cheap way to medicate.
- You found yourself a real winner.
- I said my ex.
He banged my neighbor while I was sweating my ass off at the strip club.
Figured the best way to pay him back would just be to drop a dime on him.
Still all class, huh? Are you still upset about what happened between us? Nothing happened between us.
Come on, it was just fun.
No.
It was blackmail.
Seriously.
My ex, he's a bad dude and I would only trust a really good cop with this.
Look around and take your pick.
I'm not your guy.
So why aren't we following up on Tulips' lead? She's a lying whore.
I trusted her and she screwed me.
From what I saw that day, the screwing was mutual.
I just don't wanna be around her.
So we lose an easy bust on our record because you got played for a fool? Fine.
Fine.
- Brett.
Brett, it's okay.
I got it.
- Okay.
You, come with me.
Groovy.
You know this woman, Stu? This girl at the rib joint I work at set me up with her.
- Went out with her last night? - Yeah.
We met at her place at 9.
- How long did you stay? - I didn't.
I wasn't attracted to her.
I figured why waste both our time? - Where'd you go then? - Home.
Anyone who can corroborate that? I don't think so.
I just went home, watched some TV.
- Any word on Stu's alibi? - No one to confirm or deny.
- What about his co-workers? - I'm heading over to talk to them now.
As long as I'm not too moody to change my mind or too distracted to lose my way.
Why is what I said to you about Dutch coming back to me? Because his results lately are a concern.
I was concerned about him personally, not about his job performance.
It's not just me.
It's the chief.
Bob and Marcy were a serious black eye for us.
It also happened under the nose of our civilian auditor.
Is Lanie behind this? She hasn't been here in a few weeks.
Who knows who she's talking to.
Until further notice, you'll be lead investigator on all your cases.
How is Dutch supposed to get back on the horse when you cut him off? - I don't wanna see him screw up.
- He won't.
I hope not.
Because if he does, I can't protect him anymore.
Why, too busy protecting Vic? - Hey, who the hell are you? - I'm a cop.
What do you want? I don't know what she told you, but she's a lying bitch.
Well, she said it was all her fault, you didn't touch her.
Lying bitch.
Hey.
Where you going? Where is she, man? What, you sleeping with her or something? Answer me, man.
That's not hers.
It's my sister's.
Give it back.
I said, give it back Thanks, asshole.
You just made me a very happy man.
Thank you for bringing lunch.
Wait till you see the spread you get when you're actually my husband.
So it's okay if I drop off Randall later when I get my dress fitted? Sure.
What's wrong? You seem a little distracted.
Don't tell me.
Cold feet? No, no.
No.
So? The prayer group that I go to on Thursday night isn't just Bible study.
What else is it? It's also a sexual reorientation group.
Reorientation? I've made some bad choices in my past.
Bad relationship choices.
We all have.
It's okay.
I used to be attracted to men.
But through counseling and the grace of God, I've straightened - You're gay? - No.
No, I am not.
Oh, God.
God.
Randall looks to you like you're his father.
Vanessa, I am the man that God intended me to be, all right? I am with a beautiful woman.
I'm about to start a family.
I love you.
I just didn't want any secrets.
- When were you last with a guy? - It's been months.
I've been in this group for months.
You had sex with a man.
I have made mistakes in my past.
But I am begging you for your understanding and your forgiveness.
I need you.
I need you.
I need to think.
Hey, baby.
Baby! Baby, tell him it's all good with us.
You said you wouldn't arrest him.
He's on parole.
If he goes to jail, I lose my apartment.
And you stay alive and I get some sleep.
- Keep your hands off her.
- He didn't hit me.
Let him go.
- I'll take her.
- Get me out of here.
- Call Skeeter.
He knows a bail guy.
- Shut up.
A couple can hit each other, but tell them they're wrong for each other and they look at you like you're speaking in tongues.
I never heard that before.
So you actually thought she wouldn't go back to him? Are you unromantic or just dumb? I just didn't wanna hear them anymore.
It's harder to get out than you think.
Liked the bad boys, did we? It had its appeal for a while and then it didn't.
She hasn't hit bottom.
She's not ready for me yet.
He touches her again, he's mine.
You just can't stand anything you can't control.
That's part of my dance.
Your co-workers say you're a bit obsessive about your weight.
Summers at fat farms, dozens of diets, weight training, yoga, running.
All true.
What happened with Susan Lang? Aggravated assault when you were 1 2 years old.
She didn't want people to think she was a slut.
Now, you and some other kids were playing spin the bottle.
On her spin, the bottle pointed to you.
She was supposed to kiss you.
She refused.
You were humiliated.
So 1 1 years later I killed some chick? Come on.
A few days later you followed Susan home from school, told her to kiss you.
She refused.
You struck her.
You broke her nose.
She tried to kiss me.
I wouldn't.
She slapped me.
So I hit her.
You were the last person to see Leah Madson alive, Stu.
- Except the killer.
- Yeah.
Except the killer.
Pretty quiet in there.
Any thoughts? Hard to read.
Let's check his apartment, see what we can come up with.
Yeah.
Just keep it short and simple.
Tell him I got a supply, need a buyer.
Get a time and place and then hang up.
- How come you don't look at me? - What? You don't look at me.
Oh, just make the goddamn call.
It's me.
Look, I don't wanna fight.
I've got a guy who wants to get you some product.
Hell, yeah, I'm still pissed.
But you know what? A buck's a buck.
- Danny, find the bra clasp? - Nothing yet.
I'm guessing it's here or in his car.
Maybe on a shoe or We find that bra clasp, we've got this guy dead to rights.
We're looking.
Could you give me a hand over here? Odd place.
What's it tell you about our guy? I don't know.
Well, you must be thinking something.
What's your gut tell you? There are red flags everywhere with this guy.
- Red flags for what? - Possible serial predator.
- Think he's a serial killer? - Or rapist.
Has the makings of one.
The obsession with detail, the reliance on fantasy.
They're warning posts.
He's young.
If he is one, I'm guessing Leah's his first or second.
You know, it's a bunch of crap.
No, no.
Got nothing else to go on.
It's worth exploring.
We need to find the bra clasp, people.
Our guys are already on it.
Look, let's go back to the Barn and get a confession from Stu.
- I don't have anything to work with.
- You've done it before.
I'm going to the crime scene, make sure those guys didn't miss anything.
Three, four million.
I can get you a few 1 0-acre lots in Castle Peak.
Now, they'll appreciate nice in a few years.
Nothing in your name.
- But you'll have total control.
- All cash.
All cash.
I usually get a five-percent commission.
Why don't we make it 1 0 percent? - Ten? - Good faith.
Plus a little extra money, since you're taking the extra risk.
- What extra risk? - Well if you even think about ratting us out we tell the four dealers you do business with that you ratted them out.
Bang, bang.
I understand.
Look, you guys searched my apartment, right? There was nothing there.
I'd be hearing about it if there was.
If you're so innocent, maybe you'd take a lie-detector test? No.
Afraid of something? No.
I just hear they're not so reliable.
I mean, what if I took it and it said I was guilty when I'm not? He's suspicious, but clean.
Dutch has a theory, though.
What's your theory, Claudette? I don't have one.
Ask Dutch.
It's nothing.
He thinks Stu's guilty.
He shows signs of being a predator.
We have any proof? There are definite warning signs.
He refused to take a lie detector.
Talked about getting a false guilty reading.
Nobody who's innocent does that.
Thinking he's guilty is one thing, proving it's another.
Find out who did it and close this case.
A night at a shelter is a good step.
How do we get her to take it? Not by forcing her, caveman style.
Well, I do have to get some sleep.
And I wanna see her stay in one piece.
I have been known in dire times of resorting to trickery.
If I spend a night in the shelter Dez won't have to spend a night in jail.
It's a new city law.
We have to hold alleged abusers overnight for the woman's safety.
Okay, then.
I wanna try your place for a night.
Good.
Nice tits.
- How much they cost? - Hundred percent natural.
Jealous? - Is she legal? - Born in Inglewood, bitch.
I meant, "Is she 1 8?" stupid.
Yeah, and I take her everywhere with me.
She doesn't piss me off.
- Screw you.
- Not anymore.
You miss it.
He gets it all now.
- So this asshole's your new boyfriend? - Yeah.
- It's a relief not having to fake it.
- Can we just get down to business? So, what you got? X, hoxy, pot, mash-dash, RX.
- I need Viagra.
- Yeah, you do.
Anything to make it bigger, like my man's.
- V and X.
That'll be all.
- How much white you need? Start out slow.
How about five grand worth? - Five grand, yeah.
I'm your man.
- Don't forget about my cut.
I pay lover-boy.
You get your money from him.
- That wasn't the deal.
It was not.
- It is now.
Anything you say, honey.
Here you go.
You got the money? Here's your 5 K.
This stuff sucks, I'm coming after her.
- Be my guest.
- Let's go.
All right.
Get your hands in the air.
Right now.
Turn around.
Come on, turn around, highlight boy, let's go.
Hands on your head.
You too, darling.
- Hands on your head.
- Now it's you, dumb A-hole.
You just got busted by my new big-dick boyfriend, huh? How does it feel, you fag? - How does it feel? - Bitch! Shut up! Will you shut up? Damn it.
You ever know somebody's guilty, but you just don't have the evidence? - On occasion.
- How do you handle it? You wearing a wire? I'm tired of people getting away with murder.
Sometimes the evidence fits the case.
Sometimes you gotta make the evidence fit the case if you know the guy did it.
- Hey.
Still didn't find anything? - Place is clean.
- I'm gonna take one last look.
- Sure.
We checked under the cushions.
- Well? - You sure you were thorough? - Yeah.
- Do me a favor.
Check one more time.
The trash, his clothes.
- You gonna sign for the overtime? - Yeah.
Just be sure.
Yeah? I think I left something.
- You okay? - Yeah.
You? Actually, I'm not.
I'm having a really bad day.
We busted him, didn't we? This was about you burning some guy who dumped you for somebody hotter.
It was not.
And no way was that taco tart hotter than me.
You don't think so, do you? I think you use people.
You're really upset with me.
You got what you wanted.
Get out of here.
Oh, my God.
I really hurt you.
Just like he hurt me.
I'm sorry.
Doesn't matter.
I'm always falling for the wrong guys.
I'd be better off with someone like you.
Yeah.
You would.
But you'll never know.
Come on, let's get out of here.
I got, like, six hours left on my shift.
Well, don't you have to interrogate me or something? You know, just to wrap it up.
- I'm bailed.
Let's go, baby.
- She's not going home with you.
- Stay out of my business, bitch.
- She's not going home with you.
- Emma? - I'm doing this for you.
It's the law.
What law? They can't keep us apart.
Let's go.
She needs a break from your macho shit.
Go hit somebody else.
- You want some too, bitch? - Get off me! Dez? What's going on? - Stay still, stay still.
- Stay there.
Right there.
- It was self-defense.
- She pushed a man off the balcony.
Well, he was attacking her.
It happened on our property.
There are legal and civil considerations - I don't want her in the cage.
- Bail her out.
Thanks for your help.
- Come on, let's go.
- Where? - What are you doing? - Had some bad mojo in there.
I need a new room.
It's all yours, Dutch boy.
You couldn't take a lie detector if you wanted to because the wire wouldn't fit around that thick wrist of yours.
- What? - You know what word you never use? "Fat.
" I bet people don't call you that to your face, either, do they? They're too polite.
They should, though, because you are fat.
You were a fat baby, a fat kid.
Now you're just a goddamn whale.
I've busted black killers, white killers, smart killers, dumb killers.
Never anybody as fat as you.
See, the bra you used to strangle Leah with the clasp was broken.
Your fat fingers weren't nimble enough to unclasp it.
So you just ripped it off her, didn't you, Stu? Which means that bra clasp is somewhere in your house, your car your extra, extra, extra large clothes.
I don't need a lie detector, Stu.
I can get you on physical evidence.
And let me tell you something a jail cell feels small to someone my size.
He's going too far.
Hey, big guy, your mom's here.
Hey, baby.
Hey, Mom.
Keep Grandma company.
She's in the car.
- I parked it out back.
Okay? - Okay.
- See you, Julien.
- See you later, big guy.
- You should've told me sooner.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
I believe you when you say that you've changed.
- I believe in the power of our Lord.
- Thank you.
But if you ever feel like you wanna be with a man again - I won't, I won't - I need Never.
I never will be again.
I'm gonna make the two of you so happy.
Kiss me.
Okay.
Well, I have a hundred things to do before the wedding.
Okay.
So the wedding's still on.
Don't keep me waiting up there, okay? Never.
- She's a beautiful girl.
- Yeah.
I guess I must have missed something.
Last person I saw you kissing was a little more male.
- Sure you know what you're doing? - Yeah.
In that case, congratulations.
When was the last time you saw your dick without using a mirror? Shut up.
So you got set up on a blind date with Leah Madson.
Wow.
I mean, her friend was cute.
You must have expected a hottie.
Nope.
Instead, it's big, fat Leah.
I mean, you deserve better, right? - I get better.
- No, you don't.
Women won't sleep with you.
So you're horny, you figure what the hell, the park's dark.
What's the old joke about fat chicks? Roll them in flour and aim for the wet spot.
Hey, is that? Is that what it's like? - I wasn't attracted to her.
- I know.
Leah was fat, but she couldn't stop eating.
She had no control.
You hated that.
But there you are on that park bench hating yourself for every minute you can't control your little hard-on.
Had this in your fridge for years.
Never took a bite.
The chocolate bar was the trigger.
You wanted to get laid.
All she could think about was the candy in her pocket.
She pulled it out and you just lost it.
Strangled her with the same bra your fat fingers were fumbling to get off.
It's not who I am.
- Yeah.
- Tell him you found the bra clasp.
Good to know.
We found the bra clasp, Stu.
It was in your car.
- I'm not fat.
- Yeah, you're not fat.
I'll kill you too.
Don't say I'm fat! I'm gonna be thin! I am! I'm gonna be! I'm gonna be thin! Help! Get some help! Get off of him.
Get him off! Get up! - Don't move, don't move.
- Cuff him up.
Hey, Ronnie.
Shane got the pictures.
I don't want them around for anyone to find.
- Can you run them by my place? - Sure.
And listen, while you're there, can you get my checkbook? How come? State won't pony up the money for a decent burial for Connie.
I figure it's the least I can do.
Be careful.
I hear the Thai-food delivery guys are packing heat.
You guys are dicks.
Jesus.
Take a joke.
God.
If he's freaking out now, how's he gonna take down the money train? Or when it's time to take care of Armadillo? You trust him busting down doors.
Doesn't mean I trust him to sit on a few million for a year.
Money does strange things to people.
We'll keep an eye on Ronnie.
- You finish up with Tulips? - Yeah.
It's a clean bust.
No hitches.
- Nice work.
- Yeah.
Nice job.
Don't sound so surprised.
- I was worried about you for a while.
- Should have had more faith in me.
Nice work.
I know.
- I'm glad.
- You should be.
I break cases nobody else in this division can.
I deserve a little more respect than I've been getting here lately.
You wanted me to close a case without incident.
I did it.
I guess he's back.
I guess so.
You run off to Mexico and miss your court date, you owe me three grand.
You wanna play with fire? That's the chance you'll take.
Is he okay? Unfortunately.
- I guess I should feel bad.
- Don't.
Sorry.
- Hello? - Matthew's been asking for you.
- He wants to say hi.
- Great.
Put him on.
Okay.
Say hi to Daddy.
Matthew, say hi to Daddy.
On the phone.
Talk into the phone.
Say hi.
Matthew? Hey, buddy.
Hey, it's Daddy.
Did you go to school today? Did you have fun? Matthew? You know, I'm sorry.
He was talking just a second ago.
- It's okay.
Thanks for trying.
Okay.
- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no.
It's okay.
Thanks.
I'll see you.
Your dog or your kid? My kid.
One of three.
I'm more a dog person.
Wife? Separated.
- Wait.
- What's wrong? What's that smell? - What's going on? - Get down.
Stay down.
- Ronnie.
- Oh, my God.
Call an ambulance.
Ronnie.
Vic.