The Shield s04e02 Episode Script
Grave
Hey.
- Take a break.
- Okay.
You ready? Hey.
Shh.
- Is Cromo strapped? - Let's find out.
We'll let you take the first round, sweetheart.
Yeah, he got a gun, and it's loaded.
How do you want to do this, boss? - Cuff'em to something outside.
- Got it.
Right here, ladies.
Yeah.
Yeah.
This better be important, stupid goddamn bitch.
It sure is, you stupid, goddamn bitch.
Let's go.
Let's go! Hands on your head.
Behind your head.
Right now.
Come on, cornrow.
Let's go.
You okay? Two minutes later, I would have been doing a lot better.
Raping a minor- Doesn't that break some pimp code of ethics? Man, she bragged she was 18.
- You see she wanted it.
It's like a Kobe thing.
- Yeah? Well, it looks like you just lost your endorsement deal.
Let's go, Kobe.
- What the hell happened, man? - Oh, it's just a scrape.
I'll be okay.
Hey, I miss you and your guys coming in here.
I figured with all the free meals, you'd be happy to get rid of us.
I need a favor.
Remember Cyril, the kid that works for me? Hasn't shown up in a couple of weeks until this morning.
- He ripped off your payroll? - Yeah.
I tried to stop him.
He shoved me out of the way.
- He only got 30 bucks.
- He a rockhead? Come on, Cal.
Only one thing that turns a good kid into a thief that fast.
I didn't want to lead with that.
I was afraid you wouldn't want to help if you knew about the drugs.
- Oh, and this one I should? - I just thought maybe you could help me put him on the straight.
Excuse me.
There's a shipment here for you- a bunch of Polaroid cameras.
Oh, uh, stack 'em on that desk over there.
- Danny, right? - Yeah.
We haven't officially met.
Hi.
Now we have.
- I'm Monica Rawling.
- So, can I ask what the cameras are for? - David needs to push the transition meeting.
- Okay.
I didn't see any paperwork for cameras.
You're leaving with David, right? Of course.
Why? No reason.
What are you doing in here? I'm, uh- Uh, our- Our men's room doesn't work.
We all share this one.
- No, we don't.
- Yeah, we-we do.
We ha- You mean we don't share it with you.
Uh, there's somebody in there.
Hey, Dutch-boy's been promoted to bathroom monitor.
It's a shitty job, but someone's gotta do it.
Big man-pass these out to the unis Anybody sees him, call me.
All yours.
I got a teenager on a drug tear- friend of a friend.
Gonna track him down before he does damage.
I wanted to give you a heads-up.
You should tell your C.
O.
- Like I said, I wanted to give you a heads-up.
- Like I said I'm not in charge yet.
Seriously, tell Aceveda.
All right, Social Services is on the way sojust wait in the other room, sweetheart.
Such a fine line, isn't it? Amen, brother.
Book him with two of those and pocket the other one.
That's currency on the street.
We use the blow to buy intel on the next asshole.
Hmm.
You serious? How do you think I got Night Train to give up this place? It's old school Vice, baby.
You use the world to bust the world.
Hmm.
All right.
Hey.
It's all good in the hood, brother.
I'm sorry, Nance.
The Mexican authorities sent him back.
I got the call this morning.
Can I help you? Yeah.
We're here to I.
D.
Ben Gilroy.
You family? Wife and, uh, friend.
Give me a minute.
How are the girls taking it? I haven't told them yet.
They can barely wrap their brains around him leaving the first time.
Yeah.
Follow me, please.
Nance, you don't have to see him this way.
I just don't want to feel sorry for the piece of shit.
Federales found him with a bunch of fake Mexican I.
D.
's and an expired California driver's license.
Benjamin Wescott Gilroy? - Shit.
- That a positive I.
D? How did he die? Take your pick.
Cirrhosis, malnutrition- Official cause was suffocation.
Aspirated on his own vomit.
Christ.
This guy was the assistant police chief? What happened? Take your pick.
Ha-yea! Pimp's in the barn, and we havin'a hoedown.
Look, it's the Lord of the Vice.
Just here to brighten up your day, you bunch of sad, little desk monkeys.
- Who's the cowboy? - A guy I used to run with.
He jumped over to Vice, Central Bureau.
Guessing by the look on your face, it ended shit-side up.
Just haven't seen him for a while.
How's that new partner working out? It clicks.
Well, I gotta get back to this.
Yeah, get to it.
Cyril's got twoJuvie hearings pending one for crack cocaine, and the other's for public lewdness- getting head on a bench in Griffith Park.
- The head attached to a name? - She fled.
Cops got a description though.
Slight, blonde, piercings, early 20s.
You know what? I spoke to theJesus-whacked mom.
Her address is different than the one he gave when he got busted in the park.
- Could be the blonde's place.
- Hmm.
You know, it's strange, the clubhouse being this way.
Yeah.
Thanks for unsealing this.
It's cool.
Hey, I heard about Gilroy.
Damn.
Yeah.
Burial's tomorrow.
Be great if you could make it.
I'm trying to give him a decent send-off.
Is, uh, Shane going? I don't know.
211 in progress at Darmond Wash and Go, 612 Ames Street.
Tango 13, Code 6.
Backup.
Don't move! Don't move! - Second shooter ran out the back! - Cover this.
On the ground, now! On the ground.
Down! Hang on.
Okay.
Just stay still.
Just stay still.
I have an update on the garage sting that I think you two might want to hear.
- Who's that with him? - Lewis Sperling.
Guy we flipped to give us the sting.
Other than a few busts in the first month our cameras haven't turned up anything.
No major deals, no major connections.
I can't control what folks say and do.
You played us, Lewis- set up another corporation in your daughter's name.
That's a violation of the terms of your deal.
I got two ex-wives, five kids.
I can't make a living with you guys perpetually up my ass.
Maybe Mackey couldn't figure out how you were end-running us but I did.
You tipped off big-fish clients.
They gave you seed money to start a new company.
You got your income back, and they got a new place - to launder cash.
- Jesus.
How'd you miss this? I'll give you more names from the new business.
- Bigger guys.
- I don't think so, Lewis.
It's over- and now you're going to jail.
Six months and thousands of tax dollars pissed away.
At least now we know why.
- I dropped the ball.
- Little late for the humble servant routine.
I'll set up the collars on the ones we have.
Make sure it gets done right.
Oh, and you're the man to do it right? Just let him fix the problem, okay? Sir, there are two people dead at that Laundromat robbery.
- One of them's an officer-involved shooting.
- Shit.
- What do we know? - Two suspects, looks like a Hispanic male and a white female.
- Do we have a description of the shooters? - Just the girl.
She's one of the D.
O.
A.
's.
Blonde, pierced nose, 120 pounds.
What? This shooting might have something to do with the kid that I'm looking for.
Your wayward juvie's tied in with a 187? If you're trying to win me over it's not working.
Little Bonnie and Clyde shot and killed the manager for $11 in quarters.
The boy got away.
Did you pull a name and address on the girl? - Hope Anthony, 9246 East Olympic.
- Goddamn it! Problem? You got that xerox of Cyril on you? - Yeah.
- Okay, run it by the witnesses.
Hey, I, uh, think the other shooter's this kid I've been looking for.
Unbelievable.
You were putting cops at risk by running this off the grid? - I didn't have all the facts.
- Well, at least you're consistent.
Give the information on the kid to Billings - and finish closing out the garage sting.
- Come on.
It sounded like you had something more you wanted to share up there.
What if I did? - Who are you? - Captain Rawling.
Aceveda's on his way out.
I'll be deciding what happens in the Barn.
Well.
I got a name will spin your pretty little head around.
Well, my pretty little head doesn't spin that easy.
Who is it? I want my deal back in place.
No jail time.
That deal got flushed with your corporate switcheroo.
You gotta put something real on the table or the D.
A.
Won't even take my call.
No deal, no name.
No problem then.
- There he is.
- Yeah? It's me.
I just messengered you a package.
- Is it ticking? - Sort of.
It's a class action lawsuit against the Pyren Merril Pharmaceutical Company.
What's that got to do with us? Well, it claims that the rise in autism is due to a vaccine preservative- vaccines that both Matthew and Megan got when they were two.
- That was right around when- - I know, I know.
Listen.
There's a deadline, and we need to sit down and talk with the lawyer.
- Okay.
How about tomorrow morning when I drop off Cassie? - Great.
I'll set it up and I will see you then.
Bye.
Armando Renta, this is Vic Mackey.
Good to meet you.
Army's fresh off a 14-month roll in "shock and awe.
" Gave those sand pigs a little taste of the red, white and brown.
- Mission accomplished? - That's what they told us, so it must be true.
How do you like running with Wild Bill? Beats going door to door in Baghdad.
Now it's hick and the spic.
That's clever.
Can you give us a minute? So, uh- So what's up? I need to know who's running crack in Ashmore Heights these days.
That's hard to day.
Last few weeks, someone's flooded the market.
Every pusher in the hood's rock-heavy, scrambling to unload product.
- Since when do you need help powder tracking? - You hear about Gilroy? What, is he back in town? Yeah.
Spilling his guts at the morgue.
Drank himself to death.
They're gonna bury him tomorrow.
- You should be there.
- I wanted the guy dead.
Well, you got your wish.
It's about his wife and kids now.
Are you forgetting he threatened your family? He hung you out to I.
A.
D? Money and pussy make man do evil shit.
Before all that, he was a friend.
Some bodies in blue should show respect.
I'll see if I can shake myself free.
- So we, uh-We done? - I, uh- I got some worries about what I saw over at Dead-Eye's the other night.
Well, stop worrying.
Dead-Eye was about to start C.
I.
Duties for me tracking Antwon Mitchell's new game- till someone tapped his mute button.
Now I'm watching Antwon.
So if you got any kind of relationship- I got no relationship with him.
Then I got no problem.
Everything cool? Yeah, it's all good.
All right? Gonna take two, maybe three days to lay a new piece of pipe.
Get started.
I want to hear flushing in 48 hours.
- What's going on? - Having the men's room repaired.
I didn't fix the men's room 'cause it would have chewed up 35% of our budget.
That's my worry now.
Plumbing crews, cameras- Either you're completely naive about our financial constraints- which I doubt- or you've got something planned.
I'm instituting seizures- across the board.
Cars, houses, businesses, anything drug- or gang-related.
- Asset forfeiture? The chief'll never go for that.
- He's already signed on.
- Pol Com too.
- Citizens here can't afford lawyers - to fight seized assets.
- I'm not worried about pissing off dealers 'cause we swiped their pimp rides.
We're gonna target the right people.
And you're thinking of using Mackey for this? I'm still deciding.
I mean, your letter made him untradable.
I have to use him somewhere.
Keep him parked inside.
Anything else is dangerous.
Trust me.
Appreciate your input.
I need a signature to start the work.
- So why is this the first I'm hearing about all this? - Oh, it happened fast.
Thanks.
Anyway, after tomorrow, it's mine to win or lose.
She was unconscious when they brought her in.
Fishnets, Spandex- I don't think she was out walking her dog.
- Hooker rape? - The name she put on her form was Olive Martini.
This is the only thing that she had on her.
- Ralphs card.
That's official.
- She's in six.
I'll go see if she's shaken or stirred.
You know what? Test results aren't gonna be in till this afternoon.
- I usually, uh, grab a taco across the street.
- From Rullio's? We treat at least four cases of food poisoning a week from that place.
It's got an "A" in the window.
- Stands for "acute gastritis.
" - Did you say Room 6? Olive has left the building.
Okay.
James has got a family friend.
Thinks you two would hit it off.
Really? She does public affairs work.
Smart.
- For some reason she likes cops.
- What's she look like? Petite, dark-skinned, attractive.
She's black? Never mind.
What? I dated a black girl in college.
Quarter black, but, I mean, you could definitely tell.
Forget it.
What's on the raped hooker's grocery card? No address, bogus phone number.
Hey, ifJames thinks we should- - What hooker? - Paramedics took her over to Mission Cross.
She was beaten, sexually assaulted.
Gave a fake name and disappeared.
Did you have hospital personnel go through the mug books? - No.
- Where did the attack happen? We don't know yet.
Is there anything you do know? Last week she bought three gallons of Chablis and 11 boxes of condoms.
If she's pissed off a pimp, her life could be in danger.
Why don't you see if anyone's called it in to 911.
Transport's running late.
You'll miss lunch call at County.
You think my price is a couple of candy bars? Maybe you think better on a full stomach.
I'm thinking fine.
I called the D.
A.
They won't budge without a name first.
- Looks like we got ourselves an old-fashioned stalemate.
- Yeah, I guess so- except I'm going home to a warm bed tonight.
You go home to them.
The 911 call came in from a pay phone - outside a Korean bakery.
- They were robbed 11 times last year.
They installed state-of-the-art surveillance.
Cameras picked this up early this morning.
We have the face of our victim.
And the back of a rapist's head.
Make some dubs of that tape.
The D.
A.
's gonna need a copy.
And let me know when you locate her.
Yo.
- What are you building, Antwon? - Are you here to pitch in? Forgot my tool belt at home.
Still got my cuffs though.
House was in foreclosure.
Crackheads took it over, so we took it back.
Help the owners get back on their feet.
M.
L.
K.
ToJimmy Carter.
You got all your bases covered, don't you? I got work to do, man.
Hey.
We're looking for this kid.
Put the word out to your dealers.
Give me a heads-up if he tries to score.
I run a rec center.
Just because you pound some nails into some poor slob's house doesn't mean shit to me.
We both know you run drugs, not a rec center.
All right.
My next step, I start sweating the slangers.
Those pussies always give up chain of command.
- I want to eradicate the crack epidemic as much as you, man.
- But my relationship to dealers- - Hold that lie.
Yeah? Beauty.
Hang on.
Lem may have a lead on Cyril's drug dealer.
That gives you 20 minutes to find me a shortcut to this missing kid before I start twisting the truth out of his dealer.
There he is, on the black bike.
Right there.
Pull over.
Cops! You little dick! Go, Jaymon! Park the Schwinn, shithead.
This is why you should always wear a helmet.
Damn! - Where'd he go? Where? - Ran out the back.
Psst.
Hey, put that shit down.
Aw, goddamn it.
He swallowed it.
Shit.
Come here.
Goddamn.
Did you sell to him? Did you? Did you? Know what? Seems a little bound up.
He bought a crumb from me a couple hours ago.
Asshole paid in quarters.
- Where is he now? - I don't know.
I never sell to him before.
- Bullshit! - He ain't a regular.
That's the truth, man.
I swear to God, man.
- I swear.
I swear.
- Get on your feet.
Hey.
Clean up, aisle four.
You're really gonna set up your office down here? I feel more at home on the floor with the grunts.
You know, for someone who's supposed to be observing you sure are awfully active.
I saw you chatting with Lewis Sperling.
Just trying to talk some sense into him while he's still ours.
I closed down the garage sting.
You know, your instincts, six months ago, were right.
It's got great potential.
It just took a wrong turn.
It's been compromised.
It's dead.
The A.
G.
C.
Angle, yes but the new business that Lewis set up is untainted.
You got a good system in place.
We own the spyware.
We get the bugs in the cars, we're back in business.
Yeah.
You don't have the authority yet to be interviewing suspects, getting the goddamn toilet fixed or overturning my decisions.
So until you're actually in my office observe.
That the kid you almost choked out with a bottle of mustard? Who ratted? The condiment weasel? Kid's a novice.
He was swallowing open jums of crack.
I induced vomiting.
Saved his goddamn life.
I'm still allowed to save lives, right? I want a complete report.
Oh, sure.
Have one for you day after tomorrow.
Oh, that's right.
You'll be gone.
I'll mail one to you.
We can't post these in the Barn.
Looks like the department sanctioned people to attend the funeral.
It's just a flyer.
Cyril forged you this check from his boss's restaurant.
This bounced, man.
Kid didn't even write this anyway.
It was this blonde T-girl.
She said she worked there.
- Is this her? - Shit.
- That's her? - Yeah.
- She's a tranny? - She tried to blow me to cover it.
I ain't down with that chicks-with-dicks shit, so I said no and she came with the check.
Where did he-she score from you? - I ain't saying no more.
- You saw what I could do with a bottle of mustard.
You imagine me with the butt of a gun.
Huh? - Underhell.
- "Underhell"? Under the tile factory, by the freeway.
All right, thanks.
Coroner just confirmed it.
Hope had a rope.
Here we go.
- Turn the lights off.
- Jesus.
It's the cops.
- There! - Gun! Hold on! Hold your fire! He's dry firing.
The gun's empty.
Cyril, drop the gun, kid! Cyril! Cyril, put the gun down, kid.
All right, Cyril, that's it.
It's over.
Come on.
On your feet.
Get up.
Come on, kid.
Look, I done nothin' wrong.
I don't know why Barbie and Skipper hauled my ass down here.
They found you tricking.
We just wanted to know what happened to you.
Yeah, like you're real concerned.
I was walking to the market.
Someonejumped me.
Woke up in the E.
R.
We have security tape that shows the assault, Olive.
- Then go arrest the prick.
- We can't identify him.
Me either then.
Hey.
Olive's prints came back.
Real name, Olivia Kenshaw.
She's mapped, restricted from the zone where she was raped and she's H.
I.
V.
-positive.
How long have you been tricking sick? I don't know.
Ten months? Risk is hype.
Make all my customers strap up.
What about the guy who raped you? - Was he using a condom? - He wanted it, he got it.
- What about all the innocent people he could infect? - Please.
They should all die sore and ugly.
Wejust need his name or description.
And I just need a pussy ain't so stretched.
You've been mapped with H.
I.
V.
, Olivia.
State considers that attempted murder.
You'll do real time.
Do you know how hard it is to get the cocktail inside? If I give him up, I want the other charges dropped.
- I could ask the D.
A.
- I want some kind of guarantee and I want it in writing.
The D.
A.
Will never go for it.
She's got a four-page sheet, mapped with H.
I.
V.
You mean the D.
A.
Will never go for it because it's our case.
Well, that doesn't help.
- I'll go play good cop.
- I already played good cop.
I'll play better cop.
What's that about? Captain-hooker confidentiality? - So, uh, what's James's friend's name? - Forget it.
You know, just because I asked if she was black doesn't mean I'm a racist.
And there are plenty of sisters I think are hot.
Halle Berry.
Uh, Tyra Banks.
Beyoncé.
- Jesus.
- What? Cyril! Who put you on the rock, Cyril? Who's your main score? - Fat Benish.
- Where can I find Fat Benish? Where, Cyril? Above Pip's Quick Lube.
Ronnie, Cyril's dealer is a cat named, uh, Benish.
He lives above the Quick Lube on Hauser.
Get a warrant.
- Is he making sense yet? - He's pretty doped up.
He's detoxing.
Cop downstairs said it was the other shooter that killed the woman at the Laundromat.
- That clears Cyril, right? - He was part of the robbery.
- Makes it his murder too.
- He didn't know what he was doing.
It's that shit rock.
What about the guy that sold him the crack? I'm taking care of his dealer.
Look, he's gonna be asleep for a while.
Why don't you go home, get some rest? I want to be here when he wakes up.
- I think you're in a lot of pain.
- I don't need pity.
Not pity.
Compassion.
Even if you don't think you're worthy of it.
We're guilty of perpetuating that- - letting the streets take care of themselves.
- Got that right.
- Can you tell me what happened? - You seen the tape.
I did.
And I am so sorry.
He was at the end of an all-nighter.
Paid for a suck.
Got me in the back alley.
Threw the first punch before I could hit my knees.
It was all about the hurt with this guy.
Hey.
I see you got our ho basket.
Nice addition to your stable.
Don't know if they worth a thing.
Let me tell you how this works.
You and the syphilis brigade, you see anything, you hear anything- new players, new product, anything happens on the street- I'm your first call.
Got that? - All right, Venus, you come with us.
- What for? To suck his big Latin dick.
Hey.
This ain't for real.
It's the only way to establish dominance with these slit-mongers.
Tail's the only currency they know.
- Then let her suck you off.
- Come on, man, I'm married.
Look, you got an E.
D.
Thing happening, just say so.
- Blow me.
- I'll let her.
Come on, sweetheart.
Just sit back and relax, all right? Enjoy the ride.
You getting some back-alley Clinton is really gonna help the cause.
- Two's a mouthful, three's a crowd.
- Yeah.
Man, Venus is going at it like she's taking the rust off a low-rider.
That's some Boss Hogg bullshit, man.
- Let's talk percentages.
- Percentages? Yeah.
Keeping you and your girls out of lockup is gonna require additional man hours.
That's gonna cost you 10%.
- That wasn't part of the deal.
- Make no mistake.
There's no deal here.
This is you doing what I say or else you getting a cap in the back of your ear in something we like to call "the line of duty.
" Now sit back down.
If you're dicking us around again, not only won't you get your deal we'll make sure you do your time in Solano.
Warden's a friend of mine.
You think the inmates are bad? - Wait till you spend some happy time with the guards.
Alex Kozodav.
The taxi king? Old-school Russian mob.
Any other cab tries to pick up a fare in Farmington both car and driver end up stolen and chopped.
Ever since the Armenian money train gotjacked the Russians have been looking for another place to launder their cash.
And you've been more than willing to help, for a fee.
I'm also putting radios in his cars.
You ever see Taxi Cab Confessions? Kozi cabs are the Russians' favorites.
A lot of potential marks.
I'll see if there's a deal to be made.
Signed, sealed, and deceitful.
Bring him in, you can release her.
Bust her again, it's attempted murder.
- Make sure she's clear on that.
- Got it.
Thanks for running interference for us.
- My pleasure.
- Another win for Billings.
Okay, Olivia, let's take a look at some of our mug shots of known sexual offenders.
He's white.
Pierced tongue.
Delivers pizza.
There's one of those Pizza Shack things on the top of his car.
I just talked with Lewis.
Apparently his ride left without him.
Lewis's name.
- "Alex Kozodav.
" - L.
A.
Boss, Russian organized crime.
This guy's on everybody's top-ten list.
The D.
A.
Wants to play ball.
I think you are making decisions to settle a grudge- decisions I'm gonna have to live with.
These property seizures that you want to impose- who's gonna have to live with those decisions? L- I could have let Lewis get lost in the system for a couple of days taken the credit when you were gone but you've earned this.
I figured we could present it to the chief together.
I'll take a look at it.
Shit! God! Somebody torched Benish's place.
God! Hey, Chief.
- Hey, I got a warrant to search upstairs.
- Pretty hot in there right now.
Yeah, I'm aware of that.
Any way of putting it down? I doubt it.
We've already lost the top floor.
All right.
Thanks.
- Hey! Who owns the bikes? - Fat guy.
He lives there.
- You sure? - You don't forget a 300-pound dude on a scooter.
Check the plates.
- Oh, man.
- What's the matter, fat man? - You got insurance, don't you? - Yeah, I'm in real good hands.
- Too bad about your little crack factory upstairs.
- What's that smell? Oh, yeah.
You got smoke.
I ran the VI N numbers on your scooters.
Stolen the same night six other bikes got jacked.
I got grand theft.
Antwon Mitchell- he the one filling the cesspool with new rock? Rumor is Mr.
Mitchell's walking the straight and narrow now.
Oh, it's gonna be hard maintaining that edge in the joint when gen pop finds out you the little red scooter bandit.
- There's been a crack flood 'cause everybody's dumping what they got.
- Why? It's getting pushed out.
Crack's bad business.
Cluckers all crazy.
Die fast.
Strip a hood of its potential.
Pushed out for what? - Tar.
- Heroin? Sleepers hold a job.
Less crime, less heat.
Everybody wins.
Antwon the one enforcing that mandate? That part of his community salvation? Ain't no salvation here.
- Yeah? - Looked into Ashmore.
Niners used to have the lion's share but since this new product hit town, it's real messy.
That ain't new product.
It's old.
Street's dumping all their crack to make way for tar heroin.
- Who told you that? - A guy with weight.
I'll see you.
Try to make it to the funeral.
Vic, inspector says it started with a grease fire.
- What, engine grease? - Cooking grease.
Shit.
How many more pictures of this kid am I gonna find if I start opening drawers? What are you talking about? I care about him.
Guy dealing to Cyril- his place got torched tonight.
Fire was started with cooking grease.
You're not a very good criminal, Cal.
I smell the smoke.
Please don't make me search the place.
- You screwing this kid? - Don't say that.
Are you? He slept here but I never laid a hand on him.
He wanted to get the operation when he turned 18.
I told him I'd pay for it.
We were- We were gonna be together.
Jesus Christ! I'm sorry.
L- I know it was wrong.
You could have hurt someone setting that fire, Cal.
Nobody was home.
That dealer took away the only thing I love.
You know what that feels like? You know what that feels like? Call a lawyer.
When the detectives come, don't say anything.
Get rid of the photos.
The dresses too.
Thimerosal has been used as a vaccine preservative since the '30s - even though it's 49% mercury.
- Which is extremely toxic especially with children under three.
And you think this mercury in the vaccine is the missing link? Yeah, the increase in the rate of autism parallels the rise in Thimerosal exposure.
It's all broken down in the science there.
They're just figuring this out now? Look.
Forgive the hard press, but the statute of limitations is running out on Matthew.
You have only three years from the time of diagnosis to file a suit.
Okay.
There's no legal fees, Mr.
Mackey.
We only collect if we win the case.
But expert witness costs are expensive- $10,000 to $15,000 per child.
Jesus.
Yeah.
Well, you got a lot to think about so why don't you take some time and let me know what you decide.
I know someone should pay.
And that's it.
I can't think of anything else I need to tell you.
You seem to have strong opinions on how you want to do things.
Okay.
Well, we can tell the bosses we had our transition meeting.
Thanks.
Oh, there is one more thing.
I spoke to Chief Bankston.
He seems to be excited at the prospect of netting Alex Kozodav so the garage sting will stay up and running.
- Did my name come up? - Oh, I don't believe so, but Vic's name did.
Chief wants him running the project, which keeps him on a tight leash.
You'll thank me for that.
Sorry for your loss.
Excuse me.
- You didn't have to come.
- I knew Ben a little in better years.
Yeah, me too.
Puts everyday bullshit in perspective.
I told Aceveda about Kozodav.
He went behind my back, got the chief pregnant on the idea.
Took credit, covered his ass.
He also convinced the chief that you should still run the sting.
- Means I gotta find someone else to head up the task force.
- I can do both.
Look, Ronnie knows the drill.
He can handle the garage stuff.
Put me back on the street with the unis.
Nobody knows the bangers better than I do.
Please.
Put me somewhere where I can make a dent.
The only way I can sell that to the chief is I give Internal Affairs full access to the Barn- open house.
- Means you can play hard, but- - I get it.
I.
A.
D.
Gets a whiff of anything dirty near these seizures- me, this policy, everything- it's dead in the water.
I'll do it right.
Okay.
Go in the car.
Go on.
I know that, uh, you're the one that got this turnout.
- Means a lot to my girls.
- He was my oldest friend.
You doing okay? I hope he was scared and alone and in a lot of pain.
- He had his demons, Nance.
- He had a dick he couldn't keep in his pants.
Threw away 20 years on the job.
He shit all over this family.
That goes right there.
Thanks, Stephens.
Have a gumball.
We gave you Cromo and his underage hit but the girls, that was Antwon paying back a favor.
Now you, you taking a piece, that makes him look the fool.
Yeah? Well, you tell the great reformist - that's the cost of doing business.
- Doesn't work that way.
What doesn't work is me finding out secondhand about dealers dumping crack to make room for tar.
I don't know nothing about that, man.
Of course you wouldn't.
You're just a slow-witted bitch.
What? Shit! Just relax, police man.
Chill.
It's just a beeper.
It's just a beeper, all right? From now on, it's me and you face-to-face or nothing at all! You got that? You got that?
- Take a break.
- Okay.
You ready? Hey.
Shh.
- Is Cromo strapped? - Let's find out.
We'll let you take the first round, sweetheart.
Yeah, he got a gun, and it's loaded.
How do you want to do this, boss? - Cuff'em to something outside.
- Got it.
Right here, ladies.
Yeah.
Yeah.
This better be important, stupid goddamn bitch.
It sure is, you stupid, goddamn bitch.
Let's go.
Let's go! Hands on your head.
Behind your head.
Right now.
Come on, cornrow.
Let's go.
You okay? Two minutes later, I would have been doing a lot better.
Raping a minor- Doesn't that break some pimp code of ethics? Man, she bragged she was 18.
- You see she wanted it.
It's like a Kobe thing.
- Yeah? Well, it looks like you just lost your endorsement deal.
Let's go, Kobe.
- What the hell happened, man? - Oh, it's just a scrape.
I'll be okay.
Hey, I miss you and your guys coming in here.
I figured with all the free meals, you'd be happy to get rid of us.
I need a favor.
Remember Cyril, the kid that works for me? Hasn't shown up in a couple of weeks until this morning.
- He ripped off your payroll? - Yeah.
I tried to stop him.
He shoved me out of the way.
- He only got 30 bucks.
- He a rockhead? Come on, Cal.
Only one thing that turns a good kid into a thief that fast.
I didn't want to lead with that.
I was afraid you wouldn't want to help if you knew about the drugs.
- Oh, and this one I should? - I just thought maybe you could help me put him on the straight.
Excuse me.
There's a shipment here for you- a bunch of Polaroid cameras.
Oh, uh, stack 'em on that desk over there.
- Danny, right? - Yeah.
We haven't officially met.
Hi.
Now we have.
- I'm Monica Rawling.
- So, can I ask what the cameras are for? - David needs to push the transition meeting.
- Okay.
I didn't see any paperwork for cameras.
You're leaving with David, right? Of course.
Why? No reason.
What are you doing in here? I'm, uh- Uh, our- Our men's room doesn't work.
We all share this one.
- No, we don't.
- Yeah, we-we do.
We ha- You mean we don't share it with you.
Uh, there's somebody in there.
Hey, Dutch-boy's been promoted to bathroom monitor.
It's a shitty job, but someone's gotta do it.
Big man-pass these out to the unis Anybody sees him, call me.
All yours.
I got a teenager on a drug tear- friend of a friend.
Gonna track him down before he does damage.
I wanted to give you a heads-up.
You should tell your C.
O.
- Like I said, I wanted to give you a heads-up.
- Like I said I'm not in charge yet.
Seriously, tell Aceveda.
All right, Social Services is on the way sojust wait in the other room, sweetheart.
Such a fine line, isn't it? Amen, brother.
Book him with two of those and pocket the other one.
That's currency on the street.
We use the blow to buy intel on the next asshole.
Hmm.
You serious? How do you think I got Night Train to give up this place? It's old school Vice, baby.
You use the world to bust the world.
Hmm.
All right.
Hey.
It's all good in the hood, brother.
I'm sorry, Nance.
The Mexican authorities sent him back.
I got the call this morning.
Can I help you? Yeah.
We're here to I.
D.
Ben Gilroy.
You family? Wife and, uh, friend.
Give me a minute.
How are the girls taking it? I haven't told them yet.
They can barely wrap their brains around him leaving the first time.
Yeah.
Follow me, please.
Nance, you don't have to see him this way.
I just don't want to feel sorry for the piece of shit.
Federales found him with a bunch of fake Mexican I.
D.
's and an expired California driver's license.
Benjamin Wescott Gilroy? - Shit.
- That a positive I.
D? How did he die? Take your pick.
Cirrhosis, malnutrition- Official cause was suffocation.
Aspirated on his own vomit.
Christ.
This guy was the assistant police chief? What happened? Take your pick.
Ha-yea! Pimp's in the barn, and we havin'a hoedown.
Look, it's the Lord of the Vice.
Just here to brighten up your day, you bunch of sad, little desk monkeys.
- Who's the cowboy? - A guy I used to run with.
He jumped over to Vice, Central Bureau.
Guessing by the look on your face, it ended shit-side up.
Just haven't seen him for a while.
How's that new partner working out? It clicks.
Well, I gotta get back to this.
Yeah, get to it.
Cyril's got twoJuvie hearings pending one for crack cocaine, and the other's for public lewdness- getting head on a bench in Griffith Park.
- The head attached to a name? - She fled.
Cops got a description though.
Slight, blonde, piercings, early 20s.
You know what? I spoke to theJesus-whacked mom.
Her address is different than the one he gave when he got busted in the park.
- Could be the blonde's place.
- Hmm.
You know, it's strange, the clubhouse being this way.
Yeah.
Thanks for unsealing this.
It's cool.
Hey, I heard about Gilroy.
Damn.
Yeah.
Burial's tomorrow.
Be great if you could make it.
I'm trying to give him a decent send-off.
Is, uh, Shane going? I don't know.
211 in progress at Darmond Wash and Go, 612 Ames Street.
Tango 13, Code 6.
Backup.
Don't move! Don't move! - Second shooter ran out the back! - Cover this.
On the ground, now! On the ground.
Down! Hang on.
Okay.
Just stay still.
Just stay still.
I have an update on the garage sting that I think you two might want to hear.
- Who's that with him? - Lewis Sperling.
Guy we flipped to give us the sting.
Other than a few busts in the first month our cameras haven't turned up anything.
No major deals, no major connections.
I can't control what folks say and do.
You played us, Lewis- set up another corporation in your daughter's name.
That's a violation of the terms of your deal.
I got two ex-wives, five kids.
I can't make a living with you guys perpetually up my ass.
Maybe Mackey couldn't figure out how you were end-running us but I did.
You tipped off big-fish clients.
They gave you seed money to start a new company.
You got your income back, and they got a new place - to launder cash.
- Jesus.
How'd you miss this? I'll give you more names from the new business.
- Bigger guys.
- I don't think so, Lewis.
It's over- and now you're going to jail.
Six months and thousands of tax dollars pissed away.
At least now we know why.
- I dropped the ball.
- Little late for the humble servant routine.
I'll set up the collars on the ones we have.
Make sure it gets done right.
Oh, and you're the man to do it right? Just let him fix the problem, okay? Sir, there are two people dead at that Laundromat robbery.
- One of them's an officer-involved shooting.
- Shit.
- What do we know? - Two suspects, looks like a Hispanic male and a white female.
- Do we have a description of the shooters? - Just the girl.
She's one of the D.
O.
A.
's.
Blonde, pierced nose, 120 pounds.
What? This shooting might have something to do with the kid that I'm looking for.
Your wayward juvie's tied in with a 187? If you're trying to win me over it's not working.
Little Bonnie and Clyde shot and killed the manager for $11 in quarters.
The boy got away.
Did you pull a name and address on the girl? - Hope Anthony, 9246 East Olympic.
- Goddamn it! Problem? You got that xerox of Cyril on you? - Yeah.
- Okay, run it by the witnesses.
Hey, I, uh, think the other shooter's this kid I've been looking for.
Unbelievable.
You were putting cops at risk by running this off the grid? - I didn't have all the facts.
- Well, at least you're consistent.
Give the information on the kid to Billings - and finish closing out the garage sting.
- Come on.
It sounded like you had something more you wanted to share up there.
What if I did? - Who are you? - Captain Rawling.
Aceveda's on his way out.
I'll be deciding what happens in the Barn.
Well.
I got a name will spin your pretty little head around.
Well, my pretty little head doesn't spin that easy.
Who is it? I want my deal back in place.
No jail time.
That deal got flushed with your corporate switcheroo.
You gotta put something real on the table or the D.
A.
Won't even take my call.
No deal, no name.
No problem then.
- There he is.
- Yeah? It's me.
I just messengered you a package.
- Is it ticking? - Sort of.
It's a class action lawsuit against the Pyren Merril Pharmaceutical Company.
What's that got to do with us? Well, it claims that the rise in autism is due to a vaccine preservative- vaccines that both Matthew and Megan got when they were two.
- That was right around when- - I know, I know.
Listen.
There's a deadline, and we need to sit down and talk with the lawyer.
- Okay.
How about tomorrow morning when I drop off Cassie? - Great.
I'll set it up and I will see you then.
Bye.
Armando Renta, this is Vic Mackey.
Good to meet you.
Army's fresh off a 14-month roll in "shock and awe.
" Gave those sand pigs a little taste of the red, white and brown.
- Mission accomplished? - That's what they told us, so it must be true.
How do you like running with Wild Bill? Beats going door to door in Baghdad.
Now it's hick and the spic.
That's clever.
Can you give us a minute? So, uh- So what's up? I need to know who's running crack in Ashmore Heights these days.
That's hard to day.
Last few weeks, someone's flooded the market.
Every pusher in the hood's rock-heavy, scrambling to unload product.
- Since when do you need help powder tracking? - You hear about Gilroy? What, is he back in town? Yeah.
Spilling his guts at the morgue.
Drank himself to death.
They're gonna bury him tomorrow.
- You should be there.
- I wanted the guy dead.
Well, you got your wish.
It's about his wife and kids now.
Are you forgetting he threatened your family? He hung you out to I.
A.
D? Money and pussy make man do evil shit.
Before all that, he was a friend.
Some bodies in blue should show respect.
I'll see if I can shake myself free.
- So we, uh-We done? - I, uh- I got some worries about what I saw over at Dead-Eye's the other night.
Well, stop worrying.
Dead-Eye was about to start C.
I.
Duties for me tracking Antwon Mitchell's new game- till someone tapped his mute button.
Now I'm watching Antwon.
So if you got any kind of relationship- I got no relationship with him.
Then I got no problem.
Everything cool? Yeah, it's all good.
All right? Gonna take two, maybe three days to lay a new piece of pipe.
Get started.
I want to hear flushing in 48 hours.
- What's going on? - Having the men's room repaired.
I didn't fix the men's room 'cause it would have chewed up 35% of our budget.
That's my worry now.
Plumbing crews, cameras- Either you're completely naive about our financial constraints- which I doubt- or you've got something planned.
I'm instituting seizures- across the board.
Cars, houses, businesses, anything drug- or gang-related.
- Asset forfeiture? The chief'll never go for that.
- He's already signed on.
- Pol Com too.
- Citizens here can't afford lawyers - to fight seized assets.
- I'm not worried about pissing off dealers 'cause we swiped their pimp rides.
We're gonna target the right people.
And you're thinking of using Mackey for this? I'm still deciding.
I mean, your letter made him untradable.
I have to use him somewhere.
Keep him parked inside.
Anything else is dangerous.
Trust me.
Appreciate your input.
I need a signature to start the work.
- So why is this the first I'm hearing about all this? - Oh, it happened fast.
Thanks.
Anyway, after tomorrow, it's mine to win or lose.
She was unconscious when they brought her in.
Fishnets, Spandex- I don't think she was out walking her dog.
- Hooker rape? - The name she put on her form was Olive Martini.
This is the only thing that she had on her.
- Ralphs card.
That's official.
- She's in six.
I'll go see if she's shaken or stirred.
You know what? Test results aren't gonna be in till this afternoon.
- I usually, uh, grab a taco across the street.
- From Rullio's? We treat at least four cases of food poisoning a week from that place.
It's got an "A" in the window.
- Stands for "acute gastritis.
" - Did you say Room 6? Olive has left the building.
Okay.
James has got a family friend.
Thinks you two would hit it off.
Really? She does public affairs work.
Smart.
- For some reason she likes cops.
- What's she look like? Petite, dark-skinned, attractive.
She's black? Never mind.
What? I dated a black girl in college.
Quarter black, but, I mean, you could definitely tell.
Forget it.
What's on the raped hooker's grocery card? No address, bogus phone number.
Hey, ifJames thinks we should- - What hooker? - Paramedics took her over to Mission Cross.
She was beaten, sexually assaulted.
Gave a fake name and disappeared.
Did you have hospital personnel go through the mug books? - No.
- Where did the attack happen? We don't know yet.
Is there anything you do know? Last week she bought three gallons of Chablis and 11 boxes of condoms.
If she's pissed off a pimp, her life could be in danger.
Why don't you see if anyone's called it in to 911.
Transport's running late.
You'll miss lunch call at County.
You think my price is a couple of candy bars? Maybe you think better on a full stomach.
I'm thinking fine.
I called the D.
A.
They won't budge without a name first.
- Looks like we got ourselves an old-fashioned stalemate.
- Yeah, I guess so- except I'm going home to a warm bed tonight.
You go home to them.
The 911 call came in from a pay phone - outside a Korean bakery.
- They were robbed 11 times last year.
They installed state-of-the-art surveillance.
Cameras picked this up early this morning.
We have the face of our victim.
And the back of a rapist's head.
Make some dubs of that tape.
The D.
A.
's gonna need a copy.
And let me know when you locate her.
Yo.
- What are you building, Antwon? - Are you here to pitch in? Forgot my tool belt at home.
Still got my cuffs though.
House was in foreclosure.
Crackheads took it over, so we took it back.
Help the owners get back on their feet.
M.
L.
K.
ToJimmy Carter.
You got all your bases covered, don't you? I got work to do, man.
Hey.
We're looking for this kid.
Put the word out to your dealers.
Give me a heads-up if he tries to score.
I run a rec center.
Just because you pound some nails into some poor slob's house doesn't mean shit to me.
We both know you run drugs, not a rec center.
All right.
My next step, I start sweating the slangers.
Those pussies always give up chain of command.
- I want to eradicate the crack epidemic as much as you, man.
- But my relationship to dealers- - Hold that lie.
Yeah? Beauty.
Hang on.
Lem may have a lead on Cyril's drug dealer.
That gives you 20 minutes to find me a shortcut to this missing kid before I start twisting the truth out of his dealer.
There he is, on the black bike.
Right there.
Pull over.
Cops! You little dick! Go, Jaymon! Park the Schwinn, shithead.
This is why you should always wear a helmet.
Damn! - Where'd he go? Where? - Ran out the back.
Psst.
Hey, put that shit down.
Aw, goddamn it.
He swallowed it.
Shit.
Come here.
Goddamn.
Did you sell to him? Did you? Did you? Know what? Seems a little bound up.
He bought a crumb from me a couple hours ago.
Asshole paid in quarters.
- Where is he now? - I don't know.
I never sell to him before.
- Bullshit! - He ain't a regular.
That's the truth, man.
I swear to God, man.
- I swear.
I swear.
- Get on your feet.
Hey.
Clean up, aisle four.
You're really gonna set up your office down here? I feel more at home on the floor with the grunts.
You know, for someone who's supposed to be observing you sure are awfully active.
I saw you chatting with Lewis Sperling.
Just trying to talk some sense into him while he's still ours.
I closed down the garage sting.
You know, your instincts, six months ago, were right.
It's got great potential.
It just took a wrong turn.
It's been compromised.
It's dead.
The A.
G.
C.
Angle, yes but the new business that Lewis set up is untainted.
You got a good system in place.
We own the spyware.
We get the bugs in the cars, we're back in business.
Yeah.
You don't have the authority yet to be interviewing suspects, getting the goddamn toilet fixed or overturning my decisions.
So until you're actually in my office observe.
That the kid you almost choked out with a bottle of mustard? Who ratted? The condiment weasel? Kid's a novice.
He was swallowing open jums of crack.
I induced vomiting.
Saved his goddamn life.
I'm still allowed to save lives, right? I want a complete report.
Oh, sure.
Have one for you day after tomorrow.
Oh, that's right.
You'll be gone.
I'll mail one to you.
We can't post these in the Barn.
Looks like the department sanctioned people to attend the funeral.
It's just a flyer.
Cyril forged you this check from his boss's restaurant.
This bounced, man.
Kid didn't even write this anyway.
It was this blonde T-girl.
She said she worked there.
- Is this her? - Shit.
- That's her? - Yeah.
- She's a tranny? - She tried to blow me to cover it.
I ain't down with that chicks-with-dicks shit, so I said no and she came with the check.
Where did he-she score from you? - I ain't saying no more.
- You saw what I could do with a bottle of mustard.
You imagine me with the butt of a gun.
Huh? - Underhell.
- "Underhell"? Under the tile factory, by the freeway.
All right, thanks.
Coroner just confirmed it.
Hope had a rope.
Here we go.
- Turn the lights off.
- Jesus.
It's the cops.
- There! - Gun! Hold on! Hold your fire! He's dry firing.
The gun's empty.
Cyril, drop the gun, kid! Cyril! Cyril, put the gun down, kid.
All right, Cyril, that's it.
It's over.
Come on.
On your feet.
Get up.
Come on, kid.
Look, I done nothin' wrong.
I don't know why Barbie and Skipper hauled my ass down here.
They found you tricking.
We just wanted to know what happened to you.
Yeah, like you're real concerned.
I was walking to the market.
Someonejumped me.
Woke up in the E.
R.
We have security tape that shows the assault, Olive.
- Then go arrest the prick.
- We can't identify him.
Me either then.
Hey.
Olive's prints came back.
Real name, Olivia Kenshaw.
She's mapped, restricted from the zone where she was raped and she's H.
I.
V.
-positive.
How long have you been tricking sick? I don't know.
Ten months? Risk is hype.
Make all my customers strap up.
What about the guy who raped you? - Was he using a condom? - He wanted it, he got it.
- What about all the innocent people he could infect? - Please.
They should all die sore and ugly.
Wejust need his name or description.
And I just need a pussy ain't so stretched.
You've been mapped with H.
I.
V.
, Olivia.
State considers that attempted murder.
You'll do real time.
Do you know how hard it is to get the cocktail inside? If I give him up, I want the other charges dropped.
- I could ask the D.
A.
- I want some kind of guarantee and I want it in writing.
The D.
A.
Will never go for it.
She's got a four-page sheet, mapped with H.
I.
V.
You mean the D.
A.
Will never go for it because it's our case.
Well, that doesn't help.
- I'll go play good cop.
- I already played good cop.
I'll play better cop.
What's that about? Captain-hooker confidentiality? - So, uh, what's James's friend's name? - Forget it.
You know, just because I asked if she was black doesn't mean I'm a racist.
And there are plenty of sisters I think are hot.
Halle Berry.
Uh, Tyra Banks.
Beyoncé.
- Jesus.
- What? Cyril! Who put you on the rock, Cyril? Who's your main score? - Fat Benish.
- Where can I find Fat Benish? Where, Cyril? Above Pip's Quick Lube.
Ronnie, Cyril's dealer is a cat named, uh, Benish.
He lives above the Quick Lube on Hauser.
Get a warrant.
- Is he making sense yet? - He's pretty doped up.
He's detoxing.
Cop downstairs said it was the other shooter that killed the woman at the Laundromat.
- That clears Cyril, right? - He was part of the robbery.
- Makes it his murder too.
- He didn't know what he was doing.
It's that shit rock.
What about the guy that sold him the crack? I'm taking care of his dealer.
Look, he's gonna be asleep for a while.
Why don't you go home, get some rest? I want to be here when he wakes up.
- I think you're in a lot of pain.
- I don't need pity.
Not pity.
Compassion.
Even if you don't think you're worthy of it.
We're guilty of perpetuating that- - letting the streets take care of themselves.
- Got that right.
- Can you tell me what happened? - You seen the tape.
I did.
And I am so sorry.
He was at the end of an all-nighter.
Paid for a suck.
Got me in the back alley.
Threw the first punch before I could hit my knees.
It was all about the hurt with this guy.
Hey.
I see you got our ho basket.
Nice addition to your stable.
Don't know if they worth a thing.
Let me tell you how this works.
You and the syphilis brigade, you see anything, you hear anything- new players, new product, anything happens on the street- I'm your first call.
Got that? - All right, Venus, you come with us.
- What for? To suck his big Latin dick.
Hey.
This ain't for real.
It's the only way to establish dominance with these slit-mongers.
Tail's the only currency they know.
- Then let her suck you off.
- Come on, man, I'm married.
Look, you got an E.
D.
Thing happening, just say so.
- Blow me.
- I'll let her.
Come on, sweetheart.
Just sit back and relax, all right? Enjoy the ride.
You getting some back-alley Clinton is really gonna help the cause.
- Two's a mouthful, three's a crowd.
- Yeah.
Man, Venus is going at it like she's taking the rust off a low-rider.
That's some Boss Hogg bullshit, man.
- Let's talk percentages.
- Percentages? Yeah.
Keeping you and your girls out of lockup is gonna require additional man hours.
That's gonna cost you 10%.
- That wasn't part of the deal.
- Make no mistake.
There's no deal here.
This is you doing what I say or else you getting a cap in the back of your ear in something we like to call "the line of duty.
" Now sit back down.
If you're dicking us around again, not only won't you get your deal we'll make sure you do your time in Solano.
Warden's a friend of mine.
You think the inmates are bad? - Wait till you spend some happy time with the guards.
Alex Kozodav.
The taxi king? Old-school Russian mob.
Any other cab tries to pick up a fare in Farmington both car and driver end up stolen and chopped.
Ever since the Armenian money train gotjacked the Russians have been looking for another place to launder their cash.
And you've been more than willing to help, for a fee.
I'm also putting radios in his cars.
You ever see Taxi Cab Confessions? Kozi cabs are the Russians' favorites.
A lot of potential marks.
I'll see if there's a deal to be made.
Signed, sealed, and deceitful.
Bring him in, you can release her.
Bust her again, it's attempted murder.
- Make sure she's clear on that.
- Got it.
Thanks for running interference for us.
- My pleasure.
- Another win for Billings.
Okay, Olivia, let's take a look at some of our mug shots of known sexual offenders.
He's white.
Pierced tongue.
Delivers pizza.
There's one of those Pizza Shack things on the top of his car.
I just talked with Lewis.
Apparently his ride left without him.
Lewis's name.
- "Alex Kozodav.
" - L.
A.
Boss, Russian organized crime.
This guy's on everybody's top-ten list.
The D.
A.
Wants to play ball.
I think you are making decisions to settle a grudge- decisions I'm gonna have to live with.
These property seizures that you want to impose- who's gonna have to live with those decisions? L- I could have let Lewis get lost in the system for a couple of days taken the credit when you were gone but you've earned this.
I figured we could present it to the chief together.
I'll take a look at it.
Shit! God! Somebody torched Benish's place.
God! Hey, Chief.
- Hey, I got a warrant to search upstairs.
- Pretty hot in there right now.
Yeah, I'm aware of that.
Any way of putting it down? I doubt it.
We've already lost the top floor.
All right.
Thanks.
- Hey! Who owns the bikes? - Fat guy.
He lives there.
- You sure? - You don't forget a 300-pound dude on a scooter.
Check the plates.
- Oh, man.
- What's the matter, fat man? - You got insurance, don't you? - Yeah, I'm in real good hands.
- Too bad about your little crack factory upstairs.
- What's that smell? Oh, yeah.
You got smoke.
I ran the VI N numbers on your scooters.
Stolen the same night six other bikes got jacked.
I got grand theft.
Antwon Mitchell- he the one filling the cesspool with new rock? Rumor is Mr.
Mitchell's walking the straight and narrow now.
Oh, it's gonna be hard maintaining that edge in the joint when gen pop finds out you the little red scooter bandit.
- There's been a crack flood 'cause everybody's dumping what they got.
- Why? It's getting pushed out.
Crack's bad business.
Cluckers all crazy.
Die fast.
Strip a hood of its potential.
Pushed out for what? - Tar.
- Heroin? Sleepers hold a job.
Less crime, less heat.
Everybody wins.
Antwon the one enforcing that mandate? That part of his community salvation? Ain't no salvation here.
- Yeah? - Looked into Ashmore.
Niners used to have the lion's share but since this new product hit town, it's real messy.
That ain't new product.
It's old.
Street's dumping all their crack to make way for tar heroin.
- Who told you that? - A guy with weight.
I'll see you.
Try to make it to the funeral.
Vic, inspector says it started with a grease fire.
- What, engine grease? - Cooking grease.
Shit.
How many more pictures of this kid am I gonna find if I start opening drawers? What are you talking about? I care about him.
Guy dealing to Cyril- his place got torched tonight.
Fire was started with cooking grease.
You're not a very good criminal, Cal.
I smell the smoke.
Please don't make me search the place.
- You screwing this kid? - Don't say that.
Are you? He slept here but I never laid a hand on him.
He wanted to get the operation when he turned 18.
I told him I'd pay for it.
We were- We were gonna be together.
Jesus Christ! I'm sorry.
L- I know it was wrong.
You could have hurt someone setting that fire, Cal.
Nobody was home.
That dealer took away the only thing I love.
You know what that feels like? You know what that feels like? Call a lawyer.
When the detectives come, don't say anything.
Get rid of the photos.
The dresses too.
Thimerosal has been used as a vaccine preservative since the '30s - even though it's 49% mercury.
- Which is extremely toxic especially with children under three.
And you think this mercury in the vaccine is the missing link? Yeah, the increase in the rate of autism parallels the rise in Thimerosal exposure.
It's all broken down in the science there.
They're just figuring this out now? Look.
Forgive the hard press, but the statute of limitations is running out on Matthew.
You have only three years from the time of diagnosis to file a suit.
Okay.
There's no legal fees, Mr.
Mackey.
We only collect if we win the case.
But expert witness costs are expensive- $10,000 to $15,000 per child.
Jesus.
Yeah.
Well, you got a lot to think about so why don't you take some time and let me know what you decide.
I know someone should pay.
And that's it.
I can't think of anything else I need to tell you.
You seem to have strong opinions on how you want to do things.
Okay.
Well, we can tell the bosses we had our transition meeting.
Thanks.
Oh, there is one more thing.
I spoke to Chief Bankston.
He seems to be excited at the prospect of netting Alex Kozodav so the garage sting will stay up and running.
- Did my name come up? - Oh, I don't believe so, but Vic's name did.
Chief wants him running the project, which keeps him on a tight leash.
You'll thank me for that.
Sorry for your loss.
Excuse me.
- You didn't have to come.
- I knew Ben a little in better years.
Yeah, me too.
Puts everyday bullshit in perspective.
I told Aceveda about Kozodav.
He went behind my back, got the chief pregnant on the idea.
Took credit, covered his ass.
He also convinced the chief that you should still run the sting.
- Means I gotta find someone else to head up the task force.
- I can do both.
Look, Ronnie knows the drill.
He can handle the garage stuff.
Put me back on the street with the unis.
Nobody knows the bangers better than I do.
Please.
Put me somewhere where I can make a dent.
The only way I can sell that to the chief is I give Internal Affairs full access to the Barn- open house.
- Means you can play hard, but- - I get it.
I.
A.
D.
Gets a whiff of anything dirty near these seizures- me, this policy, everything- it's dead in the water.
I'll do it right.
Okay.
Go in the car.
Go on.
I know that, uh, you're the one that got this turnout.
- Means a lot to my girls.
- He was my oldest friend.
You doing okay? I hope he was scared and alone and in a lot of pain.
- He had his demons, Nance.
- He had a dick he couldn't keep in his pants.
Threw away 20 years on the job.
He shit all over this family.
That goes right there.
Thanks, Stephens.
Have a gumball.
We gave you Cromo and his underage hit but the girls, that was Antwon paying back a favor.
Now you, you taking a piece, that makes him look the fool.
Yeah? Well, you tell the great reformist - that's the cost of doing business.
- Doesn't work that way.
What doesn't work is me finding out secondhand about dealers dumping crack to make room for tar.
I don't know nothing about that, man.
Of course you wouldn't.
You're just a slow-witted bitch.
What? Shit! Just relax, police man.
Chill.
It's just a beeper.
It's just a beeper, all right? From now on, it's me and you face-to-face or nothing at all! You got that? You got that?