The Shield s04e10 Episode Script
Back In The Hole
- Previously on The Shield- - Ever killed something before? There's a look in a thing's eyes.
They're on the edge of this great big hole and they'll do anything not to fall in.
And at that last moment, looking into their eyes- You see the face of God.
Kleavon Gardner- questioned in four homicides.
Maybe you, uh, happened by this crime scene too? Yeah.
I didn't kill her.
He didn't even blink at those photos.
Classic sociopathic nonreaction.
- He's innocent.
- Guy's still a stone-cold killer.
Got a suspect and no victim.
That's new.
You ever suck a dick like a cell bitch, cop? Suck it! - I worked with Rich Nelson.
- How's he doin'? Passed three years ago.
He was always talkin' about how he was gonna piss on my grave.
Rich Nelson and his task force had a rough time nailing you - but they did.
- Took 13 years of my life.
Just found a crack in Antwon Mitchell's family seal.
His oldest son, Donald III's been moving fake I.
D.
's out ofhis van.
I got an idea how to get him back for all those sad Christmas mornings.
I don't like the dude, but I ain't gonna help the white occupation take him down either.
They busted my son.
They're comin' to get me through my blood, man.
- Is this part of Antwon's operation? - This block? Yeah, it's gotta be.
This is the little ho that gave up my block.
Her body shows up with bullets in it from your two gats you'll be doin' time for a long, long time.
From now on, I say, "Suck my dick," you say, "You want me to lick your balls, Daddy?" Pressure on the seizure program is only gonna get more intense and when it does, that shit is gonna rise straight to the surface.
- Find the leak.
- This surveillance tape's from Shane's car last night.
How would you like to get that little girl's body back? Body for a body.
- Who? - Vic Mackey.
His body for hers.
Let me know when it's done.
- What's the matter with you? - Bugged your car.
It's you or me, right? Antwon killed Angie right in front of me and Army.
He did it with our guns.
He's squeezing us.
Will you help me? You had a gun to his head.
He's gonna tell you anything you want.
He was never comin' after me.
Trust me.
Be advised.
We have two officers unaccounted for.
Requesting a tac alert.
- Captain- I mean, Councilman.
- It's just officer tonight.
- Oh, Jesus! - Somebody's certainly making his point.
Antwon Mitchell's hit the hardest.
Once we have the girl's body, Antwon doesn't have any more leverage.
We dig her up, extract our bullets- - Pitarrio, you did something for Mitchell.
What was it? - Antwon told me to move a body.
- Cops? - I think it was a girl.
- Where? Griffith Park, man- by the horses.
Captain's arranged a welcome wagon for Antwon.
How long you think it's gonna take him to point a finger at me and Army? I'll make sure it takes long enough for us to get our leverage back.
- So what's your captain gonna sweat me on, huh? - I'll be in the room.
I'll steer the questioning away from anything sensitive- that is, if we're workin' together.
- We can only hold him 12 hours.
- She's buried in Griffith Park, near the horses - in three holes.
- Christ.
- Don't know what we're gonna throw at him yet.
- I have a couple aces.
Thanks for coming in, Antwon.
So, how big's this rock we're looking for anyway? It's big, man.
It's landmark-like.
- Nothing.
- Me either.
Are we sure that's the stables back there? I got the horseshit on my shoes to prove it.
Pitarrio said the girl's body's buried - Which way's south? - We are south.
This is supposed to be the place.
I don't know.
This doesn't feel right.
- Jesus Christ.
This is bullshit.
- You got something to say? No, I'm just looking for a dead girl's body to keep your ass clean.
- You don't want to be here.
Don't be.
- I'm not here for you.
I'm here for her.
Couldn't pass up a police escort.
I felt like the mayor of Crackertown.
Enjoy it now.
Your next police escort might not be a round-trip.
I thought we were being friendly.
Times like this, a community needs to come together.
Here's the waiver.
Says you agree to talk to us without the presence of an attorney.
Waive my constitutional rights? Let it be said that Antwon Mitchell is all about the help.
Who killed our cops? Way people feeling about y'all these days, could've been anybody.
You've been speaking out against the seizures.
Our dead cops were found in a seized house.
You sure that wasn't your idea of a protest song? This may come as a big surprise to you, but, uh there's a lot of shit that goes on out there I ain't privy to.
That house is in Niner territory.
You're king of the One-niners.
You're telling me you didn't order the hit.
Hear about it afterwards? I just got off a plane.
I ain't even been back to the castle yet.
Yeah, that was convenient.
Out of town just long enough for two cops to get murdered.
You know what happens now, don't you? Investigation never ends.
Ever.
Did you hear about Antwon's son Donald III? He's in County, isn't he? Turns out Don's been a bad boy in lockup.
The surveillance camera caught him in the bathroom with another inmate.
Guards say that he wasn't forced.
Did you know that your son was gay, Antwon? Ooh, I didn't know your crew was so friendly with the Mexicans.
Makes me got to wonder what would happen if I pulled a few strings - and had him transferred to Folsom.
- Little Tijuana? He'd have a line of boyfriends outside his cell.
I want to know who killed our cops.
When I come back, you help me with that- we'll talk about how I can help your son.
I'll take care of that.
- I didn't know about the kid.
There's cameras- - You goddamn busted him.
- Check yourself.
- No.
You better check her.
Don't forget I got cards to play here too.
If you've got any more bombs to drop, give me a heads-up now.
- You're doing great.
- I'd do better if you'd let me in on your intel.
No time.
We've only got him for 12 hours.
I want to get back in there.
I don't think that going after Antwon's family is the best way to- Somebody killed two of ours.
He knows who.
Who killed our cops? More yearbook photos? These are the Mexi O.
G.
's who are running, uh, gen pop at Folsom.
They all have one thing in common.
They want you dead.
Now they've got something else.
You some kind of special, lady.
Guess he's gonna have to learn how to watch his own ass now.
- He ain't my problem.
- Oh, I don't believe that.
I bet you're feeling like a real bad dad for not being there during the wonder years.
I mean, just think, if you hadn't been away doing time maybeJunior wouldn't be in the pokey doing dick.
I don't want to see anything happen to your son.
It's bad enough having you for a father.
So tell me about my cops and Donald will stay right where he is.
You ain't got much regard for a man's family, do you? - I don't think much of you.
- I wasn't talking about me.
I was talking about Rich Nelson.
You used to work together, right? Way back when.
- This ain't about history, jerk-off.
- It's all about history.
Couldn't have had much respect for his wife and kids either- - you screwing him and all.
- I said, shut your face.
She ain't the only one that went to the library.
Don't you want to hear my book report? Say what you gotta say.
When I was away I heard that you and Rich had a thing.
But I guess it didn't work out.
He went back home to his unhappy family got the cancer and you moved on to take care of mamas and their babies.
Now look at you.
Threatening to have my son raped and killed.
How'd your old boyfriend like the new you, huh? Oh, he'd like me fine.
He had you put away, remember? Oh, yeah, but I'm back now and he's long dead gone.
Get me a cup of water.
Room temperature.
This ain't it.
The body's not here.
The ground was torn up, man.
I mean, you saw it.
By a mountain lion or something.
We're west of the stables.
The body's supposed to be south.
- This is where the rock is.
- Know what? I'm calling Vic.
He's got his hands full keeping Antwon and Monica under control.
Instead of locking Antwon up.
That shit's on you, like all this other stuff.
- Why'd you bring him into this? - Vic did that.
Probably wanted someone around wasn't thinking about killing him.
- I never would have done that.
- We'll never know, 'cause Vic got the drop on you first.
Screw him.
- We can rule this guy out.
- What's the latest? We're still following up on the stolen J.
P.
Necklace.
- Pulled these from Gang Central.
- We went all the way back to '98.
Slim pickings.
Team's cleared over 60 people so far.
Tips keep comin'.
Two cops dead, everybody wants a taste of the action.
No one's taking the claim? Bragging to their buddies in the street? Not yet.
Your best lead's upstairs.
For now, uh, Billings is gonna take the lead on, uh, Scooby and Carl.
- You can't take us off this- - Just temporarily.
Kleavon Gardner your possible serial killer from San Antonio- You know this guy.
- What happened? - Young female, black was grabbed on DuPont and strangled in the vacant lot in Houseman.
A couple interrupted the attack, but she died on the way to Mission Cross.
- How'd we get onto my friend? - He was seen in the area.
A couple gave a description close enough, so unis are bringing them in.
We close Kleavon, you move us back to Carl and Scooby? Maybe I can solve that while you solve this.
- Looks like we've got him this time.
- Yeah, one victim too late.
You've got Antwon Mitchell upstairs? What's his connection with the gun supplier you arrested? - It's not clear yet.
- But they're both involved in Carl and Scooby's murders? Yeah, I'd rather not discuss it till we know more.
Oh, so you announce you have your guy keep the streets quiet until you get a lead on the real thing.
Smart call.
- You look terrible.
- Thanks.
So do you.
You should go home, get some sleep.
So should you.
Thanks for your help.
Is Antwon keeping his mouth shut? Captain's pushing him pretty hard.
Meaning he's about to start pushing back? And all we got is a rock in the middle of a pretty damn big woods.
Department's got a metal detector.
The girl was buried with, uh, earrings, a belt buckle- - It'll pick that up.
- Or Shane's bullets? I don't know.
Look- Maybe we should just step away from this thing.
- You mean away from Shane.
- If I gotta choose between taking down Antwon and covering for Shane- - We're not there yet.
- You and I have both been living straight and now we're in deeper than ever because of him.
If we hadn't allowed ourselves to get pulled apart, stopped looking out for each other Shane wouldn't have been in this mess.
It's time for us to turn that around.
Like it or not, Shane's family.
- You goin' home? - Yeah.
Hey, nice gettin' shot at with you today.
Maybe next time two cops get murdered, we'll be paired up again.
Maybe.
Hey, could be worse.
Could be Carl and Scooby making bad jokes about us.
You found them, huh? Yeah.
Did they, um- - You know, were they- - I don't think they suffered much.
Really? I heard it was pretty bad.
They had each been stabbed several times.
But they had been moved from another scene so the blood was minimal.
You know what? On second thought, I don't want to know.
Yeah.
Me either.
Thanks for riding with me.
You're lucky, you know? You got family at home, waiting for you to walk through the door.
Take care, Danny.
- About time.
- Who killed our cops? Donald gets transferred out to Folsom next Tuesday.
I suggest you arrange a visit to say good-bye.
And I suggest you come down out of that tower, ivory.
We all just taking a run at something feels better, using the power in our hands.
Rich Nelson- He was using his power.
Screwing you wasn't his only indiscretion, was it? He planted that blow in my car and trumped up those trafficking charges becausejust like you all, he had shit on me.
You had to know it.
Your boyfriend- He cheated that evidence.
So what does that make him, huh? - You, for knowing? - Do you want to talk about indiscretions? Secrets in the dark? How about when you were a kid- 13, 14- fat, not very popular burying your head under the covers to drown out the screams of your baby sister? Your six-year-old sister that your daddy raped night after night.
And you couldn't stop it, could you? Too much of a coward to confront your old man, but not your mama.
She emptied two loads of buckshot into his gut.
So Daddy's dead, baby sister's in the psych ward, and your mama? She's doing life in Chino all because you couldn't come out from under the covers.
But, oh, boy, you're making up for it now.
Oh, yeah, you're street tough.
You're a gangster full of cop-killing rage.
But you're still too much of a coward to even save your own son.
Cuff him.
End this now, man.
Give us a name, somewhere we can look.
Maybe you ought to take this out there ask around your own house.
What the hell does that mean? Heard a lot of street chatter about a little girl, got herself killed because she was tangled up with a dirty cop.
If I heard it, maybe the murdered cops heard it too got dead 'cause of it.
Bullshit.
For you to figure out.
In the meantime I want my lawyer.
Now.
Hey, Julien.
Watch commander wants us to cover the cage tonight.
Won't be able to sleep anyway.
I'll let Vanessa know.
I saw Carl's wife before.
How's she doin'? She's upset.
She's thinking about suing the department.
- You're kidding.
- This didn't have to happen.
She sees that.
She sees that, or you put it in her head? It wasn't like that.
Okay, I'll be in the cage.
Take your time gettin' there.
You saw a black male- 30s- running from the scene? - He was about six feet, wearing jeans.
- No.
He was wearing a tracksuit.
- Since when's a tracksuit made of denim? - Don't tell me what I saw.
Can you describe anything else? Hair? Distinguishing marks? Just your average shifty-looking black dude.
- No offense.
- Thank you.
He was clean-cut, the kind you would bring home to Mom.
- At least from a distance.
- Sounds like you want to bone the guy.
- I don't think she meant it that way.
- Trust me.
She meant it.
He thinks it's funny making me feel like shit.
Think you could pick the man out of a lineup? - I could.
She's useless.
- He's right.
I have a terrible track record picking out men.
It's too bad that psycho didn't cross your path.
Oh, you are- - Arrest her! - Arrest me? Okay.
Let's just calm down.
- If it was me smacking her around, you'd lock me up! - Asshole.
- Bitch! - Okay.
Take her away.
This is bullshit.
- He's the one you should arrest.
- Watch your step.
- He's stealing our cable.
- Lady, two officers were killed today.
All right? Boosted cable's just not a priority.
Lookin'good, Trina.
Lookin'real good.
Sir, step away from the cage.
Come on.
How about the stolen car parts in our garage? - You think you could make that a priority? - She's lying.
Real crime is how small his dick is.
Afraid that one's not in the penal code.
Then search our garage.
Get him on grand theft.
I'll give you permission to search our house.
Dead victim, no physical evidence two witnesses who failed to pick Kleavon out of a six-pack- We got nothin'.
Kleavon's logged more hours in interrogation than the two of us.
If he's guilty he's not gonna crack unless he's under some serious pressure.
Well, the M.
E.
's initial report says that the girl was strangled face-to-face.
- What are you doin'? - I only have a hundred.
I'm getting change.
I need some cash.
For gas.
If Kleavon thinks that girl is alive he'd know she could I.
D.
Him.
He might want a deal.
If we offer one, he'll smell weakness.
Then we gotta get him to ask for one.
Let me get a run at it.
He's got a thing for us black girls.
Young woman was rushed to Mission Cross for surgery.
They say she's a fighter.
Glad to hear it.
Sloppy work.
Not by me.
You're jittery.
Afraid of what she'll say when she comes to? Why should I be? I was home watching the game.
- Ask my sister.
- I will.
Then do it.
Let me out of here.
Last time you were here, you were so calm 'cause you were innocent.
- What's different about tonight? - Out of patience.
Seems like every time somebody shits around here, y'all smell my ass.
Witnesses put you at the scene.
You sure you didn't leave your house? - I went out for soda.
- You changed your story.
You were watchin' the game, or you went out-Which is it? I never been arrested.
Never tried, never convicted, never on probation.
Come and go as I please.
Look, I'm sorry that girl got her neck wrung but it ain't my problem.
He wasn't gone long, not more than five, 10 minutes.
Barely long enough to get the sodas.
We have two witnesses who saw him attack this girl.
They chased him off.
They're wrong.
He has a habit of being in the vicinity of murdered black girls.
That's what the San Antonio police said and they've convinced you of the same thing.
I know it's hard to believe this of your own brother.
Kleavon is not a killer.
If he was- I'm his sister.
Believe me, I'd know it.
We had a woman in here last year whose husband was a serial rapist.
She had no idea.
He said he was at work.
Even took a job that, uh, suited his other career.
I don't think she really even believed it when he confessed.
Then I'll pray for her.
But Kleavon was home with me.
He left for only a few minutes.
Is that enough time for him to get the sodas stalk some girl he doesn't even know drag her to a lot and strangle her? Is it? Nice place.
What are we doing here? I was driving by.
It felt right.
After last time, I think we need to go over the rules again.
No bruising, no ripping out hair.
When I say stop, stop.
I heard on the news about those two cops.
Died in the bottom of some sewer.
Assholes overpowered them.
Let me make you feel better.
I don't want to feel better.
My client and I need to speak in private.
I'm surprised your client can afford your services.
From ex-con to millionaire rec center owner-That's quite a leap.
Earn your 500 an hour, ass-wipe.
Let me know when they're done.
Will do.
They can only hold you six more hours.
No reason to say one word more.
I need you to do me a favor while I'm stuck here.
- What? - Cover that camera first.
Our conversations are privileged.
They're not allowed to watch.
Humor me, Tom.
Call Bobcat.
Tell him it's time to let the police find that girl.
- I don't want to hear anymore.
- Fine.
Just get him the message.
- What? What now? - Pitarrio- He screwed us, man.
We've been north, south, east, west of those damn stables.
What? Captain's been digging into Donald III.
Antwon's kid? Turns out the kid's a come burper, grabbing his ankles for Mexi inmates.
Sent Antwon over the edge.
He's got his piece-of-shit mouthpiece setting things into motion.
- He's dropping the body? - Anonymous tip could come in anytime.
Okay, uh- Okay, we gotta go back to Pitarrio.
Have him be real damn clear this time where Angie's body is.
Split up.
One to his place, one to the recycling center.
Uh, recycling center- It's on Lexington.
- There are four of them.
- Forget it.
You take the cut house? Get some collateral this time, so we know he's telling the truth.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- We still got time.
- Yeah, all right.
Please! No! No! No! No.
Please! Don't.
Don't.
Come here.
Get on your knees.
- Not so hard.
- Huh? - Open up, sweetheart.
- I said, not so hard.
- Let me see that pretty mouth, huh? - Stop! Ever suck a dick, huh? Like a cell bitch? - Huh? - I said, stop it! Did somebody do that to you- - put a gun at your head? - Shut up.
Just- Look, whoever did whatever to you- You didn't know they wouldn't pull the trigger.
You probably knew they would.
If you fought it, you'd be dead.
It's not your fault.
You're not like that.
You're a good person.
A good person wouldn't be here with you.
I don't want to ever see you again.
Get out.
I said, get out.
Get out! Leave.
Your sister says you were gone about half an hour.
No.
She knows it was five, 10 minutes.
Her statement puts your alibi in jeopardy.
Those Texas boys were good at locking up their colored folks on bullshit charges.
- Somehow I don't think you two run the same scam.
- If you needed soda there was a convenience store two blocks away but you went a half a mile further to a more expensive supermarket? That convenience store don't always stock my drink.
I didn't want to miss the game, so I just went straight to the market.
The same grocery near the victim's bus stop.
She passes it every Tuesday and Thursday on her way home from teaching night school.
But you've been stalkin' her for weeks, haven't you? No, sir.
Our witnesses are here.
Ready to stand in the lineup? That's him, Officer.
Number four you're out of luck.
Dutch, you ready with that second witness? Four, keep your number up.
Psst.
Put your hands up.
- Shh.
- You want Pitarrio? - Yeah, Pitarrio.
- Good.
- I got too much to do today to get hauled in.
- Shh.
- Put your hands down.
- He's in the other room.
All right.
Let's go.
Shut up.
Keep it down.
All right.
Go on.
Get out ofhere.
Go.
- Mmm.
Shit! - Get up! - Who are you? - You met my friends yesterday.
- Asked about a little girl's body you buried.
- I told them.
Directions didn't work out.
Try again.
No bullshit this time.
- South of the horses, man.
- You like lying about dead girls - as much as you like burying them? - Screw you- Goddamn it! Shit.
Wipe it up.
Look, you tell me where the girl's buried, and do not say the stables.
- What stables? - You said the stables.
No.
No, horses, man.
That go up and down? - The m-The merry-go-round? - Yeah.
The goddamn merry-go-round! Christ.
- Where's your stash? Where's your stash? - Ain't got no stash.
How many goddamn teeth do you want to lose today? - Where is it? - It's in there.
Get up.
Get your ass up.
- Where? - It's in there, man.
All right.
Don't move.
We find the dead girl's body, you get this back.
It's your last chance to change your story.
by the big rock, man.
Body's by the merry-go-round.
He said horses.
He said horses.
So we've been in the wrong spot all night! - Lem's on the way.
- I'll meet him there.
- Good morning.
- You're back.
Hey, sweetie.
- I missed you.
- I missed you too.
Those two officers- - Did they find out who did it? - No, not yet.
It was a long night.
The drywall guy's coming today.
Can you leave a check before you go into the office? Sure.
Actually I was, uh- I was thinking maybe I wouldn't go in today.
Maybe we could take Sophia to the beach.
Oh, I don't want to get her off her preschool schedule.
I found them.
Stabbed, tortured.
Jesus, David.
We should try and do something for their families.
I'm sorry.
For everything.
L- I've made mistakes, trying to get out of this hole.
Okay, please don't.
Just don't.
Those two men, lying on that ground- I don't want to spend another day losing you and Sophia.
I spent the whole night worried something happened to you.
- You didn't even call.
- I know.
L- I'll change things.
I'll get better.
It's over.
I swear.
It's over.
I swear to God.
Oh, shit.
There's overturned dirt about a hundred yards back.
Andjust as we started digging, the cops rolled up.
Wetback says horses.
We go to the real goddamn horses.
- What do you think, an hour before they find that body? - I don't know.
Sorry, man.
We tried our best.
Yeah.
Two witnesses, two different lineups- They both went right for ya.
Your witnesses-They're white? Figured.
You know witness I.
D.
's across race lines don't hold up in court.
- You're a D.
A.
Now, huh? - Something I read once.
Whitey think we all look the same.
Isn't it true? Same as us not knowing one Chinaman from another.
The word of two white people against one black man- Isn't that enough for any jury? Not this time.
I wasn't there.
The doctors at Mission Cross called.
- The victim came to.
- She I.
D.
'd your brother as her assailant.
It's got to be a mistake.
You go to church regularly? Every Sunday.
Never miss a service.
You said your brother left at 8:00, came back 10 minutes later.
Five to 10.
Would you be willing to put your hand on the Bible in court and swear to God on it? Maybe it wasn't exactly 10 minutes but it didn't seem like much longer.
My goddamn card is in her pocket.
I mean, how long you think it's gonna take for the captain to come straight at me? About five minutes before she comes at me.
- They haven't found the body yet.
- As far as we know.
- Goddamn it! - Look, man.
I've been involved in shootings.
My ballistics are on record.
Yours aren't.
Maybe you swap out your gun.
You can get out of this.
Yeah, they gotta bring the body to the coroner.
We can't get in there during the day, but maybe tonight- Come on, man.
Come on.
That's bullshit, and you know it.
Cameras all over the place.
Look, someone say it.
I'm goin'away.
We're gonna think of something.
Me going to jail and Antwon walking out of here-That's not gonna happen.
I saw him shoot that little girl four times.
So if I'm gonna go tojail for murder, it may as well be for his.
- Don't be a dumb shit.
- He killed Angie.
Probably our two cops.
This guy- He's evil.
I put a bullet in his brain, at least there's somejustice.
We ain't deep enough? They're gonna find that body any minute.
I won't have another chance.
- No.
- This is my mess.
You guys did everything that you could for me and I appreciate it, but, uh it's time for me to take care of business myself.
We're not giving up to this guy.
Not to this guy.
- Let him do it.
- Shut up.
Well, Antwon's a problem Shane can make go away.
Putting himself on the line to protect us- Make sure Mitchell gets what he deserves- That's the first good thing he done in a while.
Now's not the time, Lem.
Let it go.
Aw, come on, man.
Lem's right.
I'm the one who got us mixed up with Antwon.
I let him back me into a corner that I didn't know how to get out of.
Well, now I do.
This one's on me.
Yeah.
You and me- We're gonna chat.
- I ain't chatting without my lawyer.
- This ain't about lawyers.
This is about you and me.
Stand up.
I want to look you in the eye.
Stand up.
You're not gonna get away with killing that little girl.
What little girl, Detective? Oh, you got it all, don't ya? You got money.
You got power, respect! The hillbilly's been listenin' to my speeches.
It's too bad about your son though.
Tell you what.
If my little boy turned out to be a fag I don't know what I would do.
They say you're born that way.
You doin'his mother up the ass when you knocked her up? One time, doin' time for a long time.
That poor little kid is gonna be found facedown in a shower with a back full of shiv and an ass full of come.
Word hits the street, what's that gonna make you look like, huh? I mean, your people don't cotton to the homo vibe.
- My people ain't your worry.
- Yeah? But you know what, man? With all that money, all that power at the end of the day, you're still just a nigger with a faggot nigger son! And where's the respect in that, huh? Where's the respect in that? Now what were you sayin' about my nigger faggot son? Talk to you for a minute? You don't get out of this by getting dirtier.
You come clean, to the captain-both of you.
- No.
Come on, man.
That's not gonna fly.
- We tell her the truth.
Antwon- He grabbed you up, took your guns- He beat you.
Killed Angie.
Used it to blackmail you into working for him.
And we've got the proof on tape.
- There's a lot of other shit.
- Not on that video.
I can sell it.
- We've got him on tape soliciting one cop to kill another cop.
- No.
No.
Then it implicates you and Ronnie for not coming clean sooner.
- Army gets dragged into this.
- We do this right, nobody goes down.
Don't underestimate how much she wants Antwon.
Maybe.
Yeah.
Look, I can't ask you to do that.
I'm offering.
But you know how this works.
Captain doesn't buy it, they will drag in anybody that is close to me.
So we survive it together or not at all.
- One more thing.
- What? How would you like to get that little girl's body back- your bullets and all? - Jesus Christ.
- Trade.
- Body for a body.
- Who? Vic Mackey.
His body for hers.
- Shane and Army killed Angie? - No.
No.
Antwon did it.
Took their weapons, beat the shit out of'em.
Then he shot Angie with their guns.
He's had them on the hook ever since.
How'd you get the tape? You asked me to find the leak when the drug warehouse came up empty.
I knew it wasn't Shane, but I wasn't sure about Army so I bugged their department vehicle.
Without my authorization.
But one word from you that I had authorization to install that camera- it's all good.
You told me to find the leak.
And when you did, you kept it from me.
For how long? Couple of days.
That's all.
Ronnie and I- - We were going- - Gardocki too? What about Lemansky? - Are all you guys working things behind my back? - No.
We had to go through hours of video before we found that.
I confronted Shane.
We've been working it out.
I had to have time to wrap my brain around it find a way to get Shane and Army out from under Antwon - without them losing their careers.
- This isn't about careers.
He put a hit out on a cop.
You didn't come forward.
Carl and Scooby were killed.
I guess I wasn't thinking straight.
Not until we're minutes away from digging up Angie's body with your guys' bullets in it.
Anonymous tip gives us the location of that girl with Antwon in our house? You're gonna find Shane's card in that girl's pocket.
Now, if this wasn't a setup, you think that Shane would've left that behind? - Antwon's the bad guy here.
- And you guys are supposed to be the cops.
Shane needed my help.
His back was against the wall.
What would you have done if it were Rich Nelson? You goddamn leave him out of this.
Tell them I want to talk to them.
You've been tellin'me he's behind all my misery.
You're a regular AutoZone, Morgan.
You're such a bitch.
Takes one to know one, asshole.
You- over there.
You- over there.
Move.
Yeah, it sucks to be stuck with the wrong person, huh? Sit down.
One whiff of bullshit, and my next call is I.
A.
D.
So explain to me how Antwon got to you.
Uh, when that cul-de-sac got busted, we, uh- - Tried to tip him about that? - No.
But after it went down, Army and I figured that the girl going missing was his way of sending a message.
So you went after him alone? Well, there were two of us.
I thought we had a handle.
I was wrong.
Not coming to me immediately is a fireable offense.
He said he would hurt my family.
I have a three-month-old son.
I have a wife who shows open houses all day.
What was I supposed to do? Carl had a wife.
Yeah, Scooby has a mother.
He was her only son.
What did you do for Antwon? I tipped him about the drug warehouse.
I busted a couple of rival dealers.
But when Mitchell asked me to put a bullet into Vic I knew I had to come clean.
So you went to Mackey.
Well, he came to me before I had a chance.
You'll take a polygraph.
I'll do whatever you need.
Army? Take a seat.
Yep.
- Well? - Uh, they'll take a lie detector.
I'll decide after that.
I was wrong not coming to you right away but don't punish two good cops because of it.
You think they're good cops- you're a good cop.
I get helping friends.
It's just- I asked you repeatedly to find that leak and when you did, you hid it from me.
You can use that tape to get Antwon Mitchell off the street for the rest of his life or you can use it to hang me and the rest of my guys.
Or I can do both.
- Your sister rescinded bail.
- What? Why? She wasn't too thrilled when she found out about the stuff you stole out of your mother's house after she died.
- You told them that? - Wanted the company.
The officers will be by to check out the items in your attic later.
You can thank him for giving us permission to search.
You know, he's into kiddie porn.
Hey, Barely Legal is exactly what it says- legal.
Pretty detailed and reliable for white folk.
- Am I under arrest? - As soon as the statement's processed.
- We spoke to your sister again.
- I want to talk to her.
Can't let you do that.
You may taint her testimony.
She said you weren't watching the game.
You were watching the news.
- A report on the cop killings? - Bet that gave you the itch, didn't it? We were watching the game.
They kept breaking in with bulletins about those dead cops.
Let me ask you something.
- Why would somebody kill them? - Ask them.
We're-We're really stumped on this.
Hypothetically, why would somebody kill a cop? - Why-Why would you? - I didn't kill no cop.
- Hypothetically.
- Tell you what I think.
I think people are tired of being treated like criminals- tired of being hauled into rooms like this asked a million questions they don't know the answer to.
"Where were you last night?" "How'd you know the victim?" "Why'd you do it?" "What made you kill?" You don't know nothin' about me.
I know I make you feel small.
Detectives? Doctors called from Mission Cross.
Your victim's awake.
- Was that all right? - Uh, yeah, thanks.
He was responding to you.
- No, I lost him.
- Because you stopped pushing.
I don't see the point in burying myself deeper in his mind.
There's nothing useful there.
What's wrong? You all right? - I'm fine.
- Then go in there and close him.
Van'll be by later.
- Will you make him stop looking at me? - Back up.
There's a rumor going around that the money in that donation jar is for a legal fund to hire a lawyer to sue the department.
It is for whatever they need.
Same as when any officer dies.
People are really raw around here, you know it? It's not the time to start rubbing salt into a wound.
Look, I didn't choose the timing.
I was your T.
O.
You did not learn this from me.
Screwing the department? Disobeying the captain? Look, I understand that you're on edge because of what happened.
But maybe what's really bothering you is knowing that if people had listened to me Carl and Scooby might be alive.
You may not be a cop killer, Kleavon but you definitely tried to kill that girl last night.
Lana's talking.
She's I.
D.
'd you as her assailant.
You bought a case of soda and two packs of Kools.
Grocery clerk said you were in a hurry to leave.
An opportunity caught your eye.
She got off the M.
T.
A.
Bus, walked across wearing her headphones.
You put your soda in the car, followed her waiting for your moment.
You came at her head-on.
You wore latex gloves to avoid prints but also for a surer grip.
Her neck was, uh, thin, weak.
Her panic excited you.
That's the whole point.
All you can think about is finishing.
Her carotid artery pulses needs to pump oxygen to the brain.
Her throat pops.
Her urine splashes the ground.
She cries.
All the fight is gone.
Her eyes roll back in her head.
It's over.
You look into those eyes and all you can see is darkness.
And almost immediately, you feel guilty - wrong.
- Shut your mouth.
She told us what you did.
You expect me to believe that girl got strangled then came out of a coma pointing a finger at me? Well, that's what happened.
Is she in a coma, or is she in surgery? It ain't both.
She was in a coma.
She went into surgery to open an airway to fix her crushed trachea.
Nah.
I don't think you two got your stories straight.
I think I'll wait visit her at the hospital and see if she can point me out.
How would you like to get that little girl's body back- your bullets and all? - How? - Trade.
Body for a body.
Who? Vic Mackey.
His body for hers.
- This is entrapment.
- Good luck on selling that one.
- It's an illegal recording.
- Camera was placed in a department issue vehicle.
On my authorization.
The Supreme Court says that we're golden.
Plus our two officers are willing to testify that you shot Angie Stubbs with their weapons.
That and a murder-for-hire charge.
Next time you arrange a cop killing, don't do it in a cop car.
Let go! Don't move.
Do you want to tell us who killed our two men now? Death penalty's off the table? I go back to Lompoc, right? My son comin'with me? You think there's anything I get out here that I don't get on the inside? Girls, cold brew- You saw how I was livin'.
Life for me won't change.
Well, it'll be different enough for us.
Who killed our two cops? I don't know.
Who has their guns and radios? Don't know.
This deal is no good unless you give us everything.
Look, I told you I killed the girl.
Bang, bang.
The bitch deserved it.
Put a hit out on Mackey.
But I ain't had nothing to do with two dead cops.
You barking up the wrong tree with that one.
And while we're on the subject of truth you ought to know something.
Vendrell and that burrito boy he rolls with- They were dirty way before I got anything on them.
So you can tell them I'll see 'em on the inside.
It's bullshit.
He's just trying to take down as many of us as he can.
You gonna let him have his way? If they pass the lie detector, they'll be fine.
We're releasing your brother.
The girl's dead.
Deep down you know we're right.
There's something wrong with him.
You just don't want to see it.
But now that you know, things will add up.
If I'm living with a killer why hasn't he killed me? He feels safe with you.
You've never suspected him.
So what do I do now? Just act as if everything's normal.
But be careful.
Fatima! - She's scared.
- Good.
Her first sleepless night we'll be her first call.
Money jar's gone.
Someone took it.
I guess someone has a problem with the idea of suing the department.
Excuse us.
We're ready to go.
We worked it all out.
We'd like to drop the charges.
Well, you can just express your undying affection to thejudge.
- You're not lettin' us go? - Not till the van shows up to take you downtown.
- Asshole.
- Bitch.
Captain showed Mitchell our little home video.
Got him to confess to soliciting my death and for killing Angie.
Barely put up a fight.
- Hallelujah.
- What about Carl and Scooby? Didn't give us anything on that one, but we all get to go home.
Antwon's going tojail.
But what about the lie detector? After what we pulled off today, polygraph's a piece of cake.
Couple of Vicodin, and you'll have 'em believin'that you don'tjerk off.
Rawling'll back you up.
That and all the backslapping over gettin'Antwon- - It's over.
- Free and clear.
Couldn't have gone down better if we'd planned it.
Thank you.
Look, I know you didn't want to, but- Maybe this is just who we are.
- Me too.
- No, it isn't.
We had a problem.
We came together.
We solved it.
That's who we are.
From now on, we got nothin'over us.
We got one thing to do.
Hit the streets, find the bad guys, show 'em who's in charge.
Strike-Team style.
Starting with the pricks who stabbed Scooby and Carl.
When the time comes, we'll be there to see 'em get the needle.
I'll sweat the baby bangers threaten to take away their P.
S.
P.
's if they hold out on intel.
Well, anybody that owes me a favor- I'll just be real damn clear that it's way past due.
For one, there's gonna be a lot more talkin' with Antwon gone.
I tell you what, man.
This whole thing is gonna shake up the street.
Bangers won't know which way to turn.
And then- Bam! There we'll be.
Mackey's coming up clean the past six months.
You've been through the seizure files? Sloppy paperwork, but it all reads fine.
- How about the evidence room? - Nothing's missing or out of order.
I've been asking around the street as much as I can without attracting attention.
I thought this would be good news.
Stay on Mackey.
All of his guys.
You sure? I wish I wasn't.
Here he comes.
We got him, fellas.
Guess it's time for you to lick my balls, Daddy.
Captain's not buying your tall tales, Antwon.
She bought the one about me knowing nothing about them dead cops.
You think some shit like that goes down without my okay? - Who? - Who what? - We're just whispering here.
- Those kind of whispers violate your deal.
Yeah.
Not unless you got 'em on tape.
You'll never find out who offed them pigs.
I'll go to sleep every night smiling on that one.
You'll go to sleep every night in a 6-by-12, asshole.
Let's go.
In the van.
I'll find out who killed our boys - and I'm gonna wipe that smile off his goddamn face.
They're on the edge of this great big hole and they'll do anything not to fall in.
And at that last moment, looking into their eyes- You see the face of God.
Kleavon Gardner- questioned in four homicides.
Maybe you, uh, happened by this crime scene too? Yeah.
I didn't kill her.
He didn't even blink at those photos.
Classic sociopathic nonreaction.
- He's innocent.
- Guy's still a stone-cold killer.
Got a suspect and no victim.
That's new.
You ever suck a dick like a cell bitch, cop? Suck it! - I worked with Rich Nelson.
- How's he doin'? Passed three years ago.
He was always talkin' about how he was gonna piss on my grave.
Rich Nelson and his task force had a rough time nailing you - but they did.
- Took 13 years of my life.
Just found a crack in Antwon Mitchell's family seal.
His oldest son, Donald III's been moving fake I.
D.
's out ofhis van.
I got an idea how to get him back for all those sad Christmas mornings.
I don't like the dude, but I ain't gonna help the white occupation take him down either.
They busted my son.
They're comin' to get me through my blood, man.
- Is this part of Antwon's operation? - This block? Yeah, it's gotta be.
This is the little ho that gave up my block.
Her body shows up with bullets in it from your two gats you'll be doin' time for a long, long time.
From now on, I say, "Suck my dick," you say, "You want me to lick your balls, Daddy?" Pressure on the seizure program is only gonna get more intense and when it does, that shit is gonna rise straight to the surface.
- Find the leak.
- This surveillance tape's from Shane's car last night.
How would you like to get that little girl's body back? Body for a body.
- Who? - Vic Mackey.
His body for hers.
Let me know when it's done.
- What's the matter with you? - Bugged your car.
It's you or me, right? Antwon killed Angie right in front of me and Army.
He did it with our guns.
He's squeezing us.
Will you help me? You had a gun to his head.
He's gonna tell you anything you want.
He was never comin' after me.
Trust me.
Be advised.
We have two officers unaccounted for.
Requesting a tac alert.
- Captain- I mean, Councilman.
- It's just officer tonight.
- Oh, Jesus! - Somebody's certainly making his point.
Antwon Mitchell's hit the hardest.
Once we have the girl's body, Antwon doesn't have any more leverage.
We dig her up, extract our bullets- - Pitarrio, you did something for Mitchell.
What was it? - Antwon told me to move a body.
- Cops? - I think it was a girl.
- Where? Griffith Park, man- by the horses.
Captain's arranged a welcome wagon for Antwon.
How long you think it's gonna take him to point a finger at me and Army? I'll make sure it takes long enough for us to get our leverage back.
- So what's your captain gonna sweat me on, huh? - I'll be in the room.
I'll steer the questioning away from anything sensitive- that is, if we're workin' together.
- We can only hold him 12 hours.
- She's buried in Griffith Park, near the horses - in three holes.
- Christ.
- Don't know what we're gonna throw at him yet.
- I have a couple aces.
Thanks for coming in, Antwon.
So, how big's this rock we're looking for anyway? It's big, man.
It's landmark-like.
- Nothing.
- Me either.
Are we sure that's the stables back there? I got the horseshit on my shoes to prove it.
Pitarrio said the girl's body's buried - Which way's south? - We are south.
This is supposed to be the place.
I don't know.
This doesn't feel right.
- Jesus Christ.
This is bullshit.
- You got something to say? No, I'm just looking for a dead girl's body to keep your ass clean.
- You don't want to be here.
Don't be.
- I'm not here for you.
I'm here for her.
Couldn't pass up a police escort.
I felt like the mayor of Crackertown.
Enjoy it now.
Your next police escort might not be a round-trip.
I thought we were being friendly.
Times like this, a community needs to come together.
Here's the waiver.
Says you agree to talk to us without the presence of an attorney.
Waive my constitutional rights? Let it be said that Antwon Mitchell is all about the help.
Who killed our cops? Way people feeling about y'all these days, could've been anybody.
You've been speaking out against the seizures.
Our dead cops were found in a seized house.
You sure that wasn't your idea of a protest song? This may come as a big surprise to you, but, uh there's a lot of shit that goes on out there I ain't privy to.
That house is in Niner territory.
You're king of the One-niners.
You're telling me you didn't order the hit.
Hear about it afterwards? I just got off a plane.
I ain't even been back to the castle yet.
Yeah, that was convenient.
Out of town just long enough for two cops to get murdered.
You know what happens now, don't you? Investigation never ends.
Ever.
Did you hear about Antwon's son Donald III? He's in County, isn't he? Turns out Don's been a bad boy in lockup.
The surveillance camera caught him in the bathroom with another inmate.
Guards say that he wasn't forced.
Did you know that your son was gay, Antwon? Ooh, I didn't know your crew was so friendly with the Mexicans.
Makes me got to wonder what would happen if I pulled a few strings - and had him transferred to Folsom.
- Little Tijuana? He'd have a line of boyfriends outside his cell.
I want to know who killed our cops.
When I come back, you help me with that- we'll talk about how I can help your son.
I'll take care of that.
- I didn't know about the kid.
There's cameras- - You goddamn busted him.
- Check yourself.
- No.
You better check her.
Don't forget I got cards to play here too.
If you've got any more bombs to drop, give me a heads-up now.
- You're doing great.
- I'd do better if you'd let me in on your intel.
No time.
We've only got him for 12 hours.
I want to get back in there.
I don't think that going after Antwon's family is the best way to- Somebody killed two of ours.
He knows who.
Who killed our cops? More yearbook photos? These are the Mexi O.
G.
's who are running, uh, gen pop at Folsom.
They all have one thing in common.
They want you dead.
Now they've got something else.
You some kind of special, lady.
Guess he's gonna have to learn how to watch his own ass now.
- He ain't my problem.
- Oh, I don't believe that.
I bet you're feeling like a real bad dad for not being there during the wonder years.
I mean, just think, if you hadn't been away doing time maybeJunior wouldn't be in the pokey doing dick.
I don't want to see anything happen to your son.
It's bad enough having you for a father.
So tell me about my cops and Donald will stay right where he is.
You ain't got much regard for a man's family, do you? - I don't think much of you.
- I wasn't talking about me.
I was talking about Rich Nelson.
You used to work together, right? Way back when.
- This ain't about history, jerk-off.
- It's all about history.
Couldn't have had much respect for his wife and kids either- - you screwing him and all.
- I said, shut your face.
She ain't the only one that went to the library.
Don't you want to hear my book report? Say what you gotta say.
When I was away I heard that you and Rich had a thing.
But I guess it didn't work out.
He went back home to his unhappy family got the cancer and you moved on to take care of mamas and their babies.
Now look at you.
Threatening to have my son raped and killed.
How'd your old boyfriend like the new you, huh? Oh, he'd like me fine.
He had you put away, remember? Oh, yeah, but I'm back now and he's long dead gone.
Get me a cup of water.
Room temperature.
This ain't it.
The body's not here.
The ground was torn up, man.
I mean, you saw it.
By a mountain lion or something.
We're west of the stables.
The body's supposed to be south.
- This is where the rock is.
- Know what? I'm calling Vic.
He's got his hands full keeping Antwon and Monica under control.
Instead of locking Antwon up.
That shit's on you, like all this other stuff.
- Why'd you bring him into this? - Vic did that.
Probably wanted someone around wasn't thinking about killing him.
- I never would have done that.
- We'll never know, 'cause Vic got the drop on you first.
Screw him.
- We can rule this guy out.
- What's the latest? We're still following up on the stolen J.
P.
Necklace.
- Pulled these from Gang Central.
- We went all the way back to '98.
Slim pickings.
Team's cleared over 60 people so far.
Tips keep comin'.
Two cops dead, everybody wants a taste of the action.
No one's taking the claim? Bragging to their buddies in the street? Not yet.
Your best lead's upstairs.
For now, uh, Billings is gonna take the lead on, uh, Scooby and Carl.
- You can't take us off this- - Just temporarily.
Kleavon Gardner your possible serial killer from San Antonio- You know this guy.
- What happened? - Young female, black was grabbed on DuPont and strangled in the vacant lot in Houseman.
A couple interrupted the attack, but she died on the way to Mission Cross.
- How'd we get onto my friend? - He was seen in the area.
A couple gave a description close enough, so unis are bringing them in.
We close Kleavon, you move us back to Carl and Scooby? Maybe I can solve that while you solve this.
- Looks like we've got him this time.
- Yeah, one victim too late.
You've got Antwon Mitchell upstairs? What's his connection with the gun supplier you arrested? - It's not clear yet.
- But they're both involved in Carl and Scooby's murders? Yeah, I'd rather not discuss it till we know more.
Oh, so you announce you have your guy keep the streets quiet until you get a lead on the real thing.
Smart call.
- You look terrible.
- Thanks.
So do you.
You should go home, get some sleep.
So should you.
Thanks for your help.
Is Antwon keeping his mouth shut? Captain's pushing him pretty hard.
Meaning he's about to start pushing back? And all we got is a rock in the middle of a pretty damn big woods.
Department's got a metal detector.
The girl was buried with, uh, earrings, a belt buckle- - It'll pick that up.
- Or Shane's bullets? I don't know.
Look- Maybe we should just step away from this thing.
- You mean away from Shane.
- If I gotta choose between taking down Antwon and covering for Shane- - We're not there yet.
- You and I have both been living straight and now we're in deeper than ever because of him.
If we hadn't allowed ourselves to get pulled apart, stopped looking out for each other Shane wouldn't have been in this mess.
It's time for us to turn that around.
Like it or not, Shane's family.
- You goin' home? - Yeah.
Hey, nice gettin' shot at with you today.
Maybe next time two cops get murdered, we'll be paired up again.
Maybe.
Hey, could be worse.
Could be Carl and Scooby making bad jokes about us.
You found them, huh? Yeah.
Did they, um- - You know, were they- - I don't think they suffered much.
Really? I heard it was pretty bad.
They had each been stabbed several times.
But they had been moved from another scene so the blood was minimal.
You know what? On second thought, I don't want to know.
Yeah.
Me either.
Thanks for riding with me.
You're lucky, you know? You got family at home, waiting for you to walk through the door.
Take care, Danny.
- About time.
- Who killed our cops? Donald gets transferred out to Folsom next Tuesday.
I suggest you arrange a visit to say good-bye.
And I suggest you come down out of that tower, ivory.
We all just taking a run at something feels better, using the power in our hands.
Rich Nelson- He was using his power.
Screwing you wasn't his only indiscretion, was it? He planted that blow in my car and trumped up those trafficking charges becausejust like you all, he had shit on me.
You had to know it.
Your boyfriend- He cheated that evidence.
So what does that make him, huh? - You, for knowing? - Do you want to talk about indiscretions? Secrets in the dark? How about when you were a kid- 13, 14- fat, not very popular burying your head under the covers to drown out the screams of your baby sister? Your six-year-old sister that your daddy raped night after night.
And you couldn't stop it, could you? Too much of a coward to confront your old man, but not your mama.
She emptied two loads of buckshot into his gut.
So Daddy's dead, baby sister's in the psych ward, and your mama? She's doing life in Chino all because you couldn't come out from under the covers.
But, oh, boy, you're making up for it now.
Oh, yeah, you're street tough.
You're a gangster full of cop-killing rage.
But you're still too much of a coward to even save your own son.
Cuff him.
End this now, man.
Give us a name, somewhere we can look.
Maybe you ought to take this out there ask around your own house.
What the hell does that mean? Heard a lot of street chatter about a little girl, got herself killed because she was tangled up with a dirty cop.
If I heard it, maybe the murdered cops heard it too got dead 'cause of it.
Bullshit.
For you to figure out.
In the meantime I want my lawyer.
Now.
Hey, Julien.
Watch commander wants us to cover the cage tonight.
Won't be able to sleep anyway.
I'll let Vanessa know.
I saw Carl's wife before.
How's she doin'? She's upset.
She's thinking about suing the department.
- You're kidding.
- This didn't have to happen.
She sees that.
She sees that, or you put it in her head? It wasn't like that.
Okay, I'll be in the cage.
Take your time gettin' there.
You saw a black male- 30s- running from the scene? - He was about six feet, wearing jeans.
- No.
He was wearing a tracksuit.
- Since when's a tracksuit made of denim? - Don't tell me what I saw.
Can you describe anything else? Hair? Distinguishing marks? Just your average shifty-looking black dude.
- No offense.
- Thank you.
He was clean-cut, the kind you would bring home to Mom.
- At least from a distance.
- Sounds like you want to bone the guy.
- I don't think she meant it that way.
- Trust me.
She meant it.
He thinks it's funny making me feel like shit.
Think you could pick the man out of a lineup? - I could.
She's useless.
- He's right.
I have a terrible track record picking out men.
It's too bad that psycho didn't cross your path.
Oh, you are- - Arrest her! - Arrest me? Okay.
Let's just calm down.
- If it was me smacking her around, you'd lock me up! - Asshole.
- Bitch! - Okay.
Take her away.
This is bullshit.
- He's the one you should arrest.
- Watch your step.
- He's stealing our cable.
- Lady, two officers were killed today.
All right? Boosted cable's just not a priority.
Lookin'good, Trina.
Lookin'real good.
Sir, step away from the cage.
Come on.
How about the stolen car parts in our garage? - You think you could make that a priority? - She's lying.
Real crime is how small his dick is.
Afraid that one's not in the penal code.
Then search our garage.
Get him on grand theft.
I'll give you permission to search our house.
Dead victim, no physical evidence two witnesses who failed to pick Kleavon out of a six-pack- We got nothin'.
Kleavon's logged more hours in interrogation than the two of us.
If he's guilty he's not gonna crack unless he's under some serious pressure.
Well, the M.
E.
's initial report says that the girl was strangled face-to-face.
- What are you doin'? - I only have a hundred.
I'm getting change.
I need some cash.
For gas.
If Kleavon thinks that girl is alive he'd know she could I.
D.
Him.
He might want a deal.
If we offer one, he'll smell weakness.
Then we gotta get him to ask for one.
Let me get a run at it.
He's got a thing for us black girls.
Young woman was rushed to Mission Cross for surgery.
They say she's a fighter.
Glad to hear it.
Sloppy work.
Not by me.
You're jittery.
Afraid of what she'll say when she comes to? Why should I be? I was home watching the game.
- Ask my sister.
- I will.
Then do it.
Let me out of here.
Last time you were here, you were so calm 'cause you were innocent.
- What's different about tonight? - Out of patience.
Seems like every time somebody shits around here, y'all smell my ass.
Witnesses put you at the scene.
You sure you didn't leave your house? - I went out for soda.
- You changed your story.
You were watchin' the game, or you went out-Which is it? I never been arrested.
Never tried, never convicted, never on probation.
Come and go as I please.
Look, I'm sorry that girl got her neck wrung but it ain't my problem.
He wasn't gone long, not more than five, 10 minutes.
Barely long enough to get the sodas.
We have two witnesses who saw him attack this girl.
They chased him off.
They're wrong.
He has a habit of being in the vicinity of murdered black girls.
That's what the San Antonio police said and they've convinced you of the same thing.
I know it's hard to believe this of your own brother.
Kleavon is not a killer.
If he was- I'm his sister.
Believe me, I'd know it.
We had a woman in here last year whose husband was a serial rapist.
She had no idea.
He said he was at work.
Even took a job that, uh, suited his other career.
I don't think she really even believed it when he confessed.
Then I'll pray for her.
But Kleavon was home with me.
He left for only a few minutes.
Is that enough time for him to get the sodas stalk some girl he doesn't even know drag her to a lot and strangle her? Is it? Nice place.
What are we doing here? I was driving by.
It felt right.
After last time, I think we need to go over the rules again.
No bruising, no ripping out hair.
When I say stop, stop.
I heard on the news about those two cops.
Died in the bottom of some sewer.
Assholes overpowered them.
Let me make you feel better.
I don't want to feel better.
My client and I need to speak in private.
I'm surprised your client can afford your services.
From ex-con to millionaire rec center owner-That's quite a leap.
Earn your 500 an hour, ass-wipe.
Let me know when they're done.
Will do.
They can only hold you six more hours.
No reason to say one word more.
I need you to do me a favor while I'm stuck here.
- What? - Cover that camera first.
Our conversations are privileged.
They're not allowed to watch.
Humor me, Tom.
Call Bobcat.
Tell him it's time to let the police find that girl.
- I don't want to hear anymore.
- Fine.
Just get him the message.
- What? What now? - Pitarrio- He screwed us, man.
We've been north, south, east, west of those damn stables.
What? Captain's been digging into Donald III.
Antwon's kid? Turns out the kid's a come burper, grabbing his ankles for Mexi inmates.
Sent Antwon over the edge.
He's got his piece-of-shit mouthpiece setting things into motion.
- He's dropping the body? - Anonymous tip could come in anytime.
Okay, uh- Okay, we gotta go back to Pitarrio.
Have him be real damn clear this time where Angie's body is.
Split up.
One to his place, one to the recycling center.
Uh, recycling center- It's on Lexington.
- There are four of them.
- Forget it.
You take the cut house? Get some collateral this time, so we know he's telling the truth.
- Okay.
- Hey.
- We still got time.
- Yeah, all right.
Please! No! No! No! No.
Please! Don't.
Don't.
Come here.
Get on your knees.
- Not so hard.
- Huh? - Open up, sweetheart.
- I said, not so hard.
- Let me see that pretty mouth, huh? - Stop! Ever suck a dick, huh? Like a cell bitch? - Huh? - I said, stop it! Did somebody do that to you- - put a gun at your head? - Shut up.
Just- Look, whoever did whatever to you- You didn't know they wouldn't pull the trigger.
You probably knew they would.
If you fought it, you'd be dead.
It's not your fault.
You're not like that.
You're a good person.
A good person wouldn't be here with you.
I don't want to ever see you again.
Get out.
I said, get out.
Get out! Leave.
Your sister says you were gone about half an hour.
No.
She knows it was five, 10 minutes.
Her statement puts your alibi in jeopardy.
Those Texas boys were good at locking up their colored folks on bullshit charges.
- Somehow I don't think you two run the same scam.
- If you needed soda there was a convenience store two blocks away but you went a half a mile further to a more expensive supermarket? That convenience store don't always stock my drink.
I didn't want to miss the game, so I just went straight to the market.
The same grocery near the victim's bus stop.
She passes it every Tuesday and Thursday on her way home from teaching night school.
But you've been stalkin' her for weeks, haven't you? No, sir.
Our witnesses are here.
Ready to stand in the lineup? That's him, Officer.
Number four you're out of luck.
Dutch, you ready with that second witness? Four, keep your number up.
Psst.
Put your hands up.
- Shh.
- You want Pitarrio? - Yeah, Pitarrio.
- Good.
- I got too much to do today to get hauled in.
- Shh.
- Put your hands down.
- He's in the other room.
All right.
Let's go.
Shut up.
Keep it down.
All right.
Go on.
Get out ofhere.
Go.
- Mmm.
Shit! - Get up! - Who are you? - You met my friends yesterday.
- Asked about a little girl's body you buried.
- I told them.
Directions didn't work out.
Try again.
No bullshit this time.
- South of the horses, man.
- You like lying about dead girls - as much as you like burying them? - Screw you- Goddamn it! Shit.
Wipe it up.
Look, you tell me where the girl's buried, and do not say the stables.
- What stables? - You said the stables.
No.
No, horses, man.
That go up and down? - The m-The merry-go-round? - Yeah.
The goddamn merry-go-round! Christ.
- Where's your stash? Where's your stash? - Ain't got no stash.
How many goddamn teeth do you want to lose today? - Where is it? - It's in there.
Get up.
Get your ass up.
- Where? - It's in there, man.
All right.
Don't move.
We find the dead girl's body, you get this back.
It's your last chance to change your story.
by the big rock, man.
Body's by the merry-go-round.
He said horses.
He said horses.
So we've been in the wrong spot all night! - Lem's on the way.
- I'll meet him there.
- Good morning.
- You're back.
Hey, sweetie.
- I missed you.
- I missed you too.
Those two officers- - Did they find out who did it? - No, not yet.
It was a long night.
The drywall guy's coming today.
Can you leave a check before you go into the office? Sure.
Actually I was, uh- I was thinking maybe I wouldn't go in today.
Maybe we could take Sophia to the beach.
Oh, I don't want to get her off her preschool schedule.
I found them.
Stabbed, tortured.
Jesus, David.
We should try and do something for their families.
I'm sorry.
For everything.
L- I've made mistakes, trying to get out of this hole.
Okay, please don't.
Just don't.
Those two men, lying on that ground- I don't want to spend another day losing you and Sophia.
I spent the whole night worried something happened to you.
- You didn't even call.
- I know.
L- I'll change things.
I'll get better.
It's over.
I swear.
It's over.
I swear to God.
Oh, shit.
There's overturned dirt about a hundred yards back.
Andjust as we started digging, the cops rolled up.
Wetback says horses.
We go to the real goddamn horses.
- What do you think, an hour before they find that body? - I don't know.
Sorry, man.
We tried our best.
Yeah.
Two witnesses, two different lineups- They both went right for ya.
Your witnesses-They're white? Figured.
You know witness I.
D.
's across race lines don't hold up in court.
- You're a D.
A.
Now, huh? - Something I read once.
Whitey think we all look the same.
Isn't it true? Same as us not knowing one Chinaman from another.
The word of two white people against one black man- Isn't that enough for any jury? Not this time.
I wasn't there.
The doctors at Mission Cross called.
- The victim came to.
- She I.
D.
'd your brother as her assailant.
It's got to be a mistake.
You go to church regularly? Every Sunday.
Never miss a service.
You said your brother left at 8:00, came back 10 minutes later.
Five to 10.
Would you be willing to put your hand on the Bible in court and swear to God on it? Maybe it wasn't exactly 10 minutes but it didn't seem like much longer.
My goddamn card is in her pocket.
I mean, how long you think it's gonna take for the captain to come straight at me? About five minutes before she comes at me.
- They haven't found the body yet.
- As far as we know.
- Goddamn it! - Look, man.
I've been involved in shootings.
My ballistics are on record.
Yours aren't.
Maybe you swap out your gun.
You can get out of this.
Yeah, they gotta bring the body to the coroner.
We can't get in there during the day, but maybe tonight- Come on, man.
Come on.
That's bullshit, and you know it.
Cameras all over the place.
Look, someone say it.
I'm goin'away.
We're gonna think of something.
Me going to jail and Antwon walking out of here-That's not gonna happen.
I saw him shoot that little girl four times.
So if I'm gonna go tojail for murder, it may as well be for his.
- Don't be a dumb shit.
- He killed Angie.
Probably our two cops.
This guy- He's evil.
I put a bullet in his brain, at least there's somejustice.
We ain't deep enough? They're gonna find that body any minute.
I won't have another chance.
- No.
- This is my mess.
You guys did everything that you could for me and I appreciate it, but, uh it's time for me to take care of business myself.
We're not giving up to this guy.
Not to this guy.
- Let him do it.
- Shut up.
Well, Antwon's a problem Shane can make go away.
Putting himself on the line to protect us- Make sure Mitchell gets what he deserves- That's the first good thing he done in a while.
Now's not the time, Lem.
Let it go.
Aw, come on, man.
Lem's right.
I'm the one who got us mixed up with Antwon.
I let him back me into a corner that I didn't know how to get out of.
Well, now I do.
This one's on me.
Yeah.
You and me- We're gonna chat.
- I ain't chatting without my lawyer.
- This ain't about lawyers.
This is about you and me.
Stand up.
I want to look you in the eye.
Stand up.
You're not gonna get away with killing that little girl.
What little girl, Detective? Oh, you got it all, don't ya? You got money.
You got power, respect! The hillbilly's been listenin' to my speeches.
It's too bad about your son though.
Tell you what.
If my little boy turned out to be a fag I don't know what I would do.
They say you're born that way.
You doin'his mother up the ass when you knocked her up? One time, doin' time for a long time.
That poor little kid is gonna be found facedown in a shower with a back full of shiv and an ass full of come.
Word hits the street, what's that gonna make you look like, huh? I mean, your people don't cotton to the homo vibe.
- My people ain't your worry.
- Yeah? But you know what, man? With all that money, all that power at the end of the day, you're still just a nigger with a faggot nigger son! And where's the respect in that, huh? Where's the respect in that? Now what were you sayin' about my nigger faggot son? Talk to you for a minute? You don't get out of this by getting dirtier.
You come clean, to the captain-both of you.
- No.
Come on, man.
That's not gonna fly.
- We tell her the truth.
Antwon- He grabbed you up, took your guns- He beat you.
Killed Angie.
Used it to blackmail you into working for him.
And we've got the proof on tape.
- There's a lot of other shit.
- Not on that video.
I can sell it.
- We've got him on tape soliciting one cop to kill another cop.
- No.
No.
Then it implicates you and Ronnie for not coming clean sooner.
- Army gets dragged into this.
- We do this right, nobody goes down.
Don't underestimate how much she wants Antwon.
Maybe.
Yeah.
Look, I can't ask you to do that.
I'm offering.
But you know how this works.
Captain doesn't buy it, they will drag in anybody that is close to me.
So we survive it together or not at all.
- One more thing.
- What? How would you like to get that little girl's body back- your bullets and all? - Jesus Christ.
- Trade.
- Body for a body.
- Who? Vic Mackey.
His body for hers.
- Shane and Army killed Angie? - No.
No.
Antwon did it.
Took their weapons, beat the shit out of'em.
Then he shot Angie with their guns.
He's had them on the hook ever since.
How'd you get the tape? You asked me to find the leak when the drug warehouse came up empty.
I knew it wasn't Shane, but I wasn't sure about Army so I bugged their department vehicle.
Without my authorization.
But one word from you that I had authorization to install that camera- it's all good.
You told me to find the leak.
And when you did, you kept it from me.
For how long? Couple of days.
That's all.
Ronnie and I- - We were going- - Gardocki too? What about Lemansky? - Are all you guys working things behind my back? - No.
We had to go through hours of video before we found that.
I confronted Shane.
We've been working it out.
I had to have time to wrap my brain around it find a way to get Shane and Army out from under Antwon - without them losing their careers.
- This isn't about careers.
He put a hit out on a cop.
You didn't come forward.
Carl and Scooby were killed.
I guess I wasn't thinking straight.
Not until we're minutes away from digging up Angie's body with your guys' bullets in it.
Anonymous tip gives us the location of that girl with Antwon in our house? You're gonna find Shane's card in that girl's pocket.
Now, if this wasn't a setup, you think that Shane would've left that behind? - Antwon's the bad guy here.
- And you guys are supposed to be the cops.
Shane needed my help.
His back was against the wall.
What would you have done if it were Rich Nelson? You goddamn leave him out of this.
Tell them I want to talk to them.
You've been tellin'me he's behind all my misery.
You're a regular AutoZone, Morgan.
You're such a bitch.
Takes one to know one, asshole.
You- over there.
You- over there.
Move.
Yeah, it sucks to be stuck with the wrong person, huh? Sit down.
One whiff of bullshit, and my next call is I.
A.
D.
So explain to me how Antwon got to you.
Uh, when that cul-de-sac got busted, we, uh- - Tried to tip him about that? - No.
But after it went down, Army and I figured that the girl going missing was his way of sending a message.
So you went after him alone? Well, there were two of us.
I thought we had a handle.
I was wrong.
Not coming to me immediately is a fireable offense.
He said he would hurt my family.
I have a three-month-old son.
I have a wife who shows open houses all day.
What was I supposed to do? Carl had a wife.
Yeah, Scooby has a mother.
He was her only son.
What did you do for Antwon? I tipped him about the drug warehouse.
I busted a couple of rival dealers.
But when Mitchell asked me to put a bullet into Vic I knew I had to come clean.
So you went to Mackey.
Well, he came to me before I had a chance.
You'll take a polygraph.
I'll do whatever you need.
Army? Take a seat.
Yep.
- Well? - Uh, they'll take a lie detector.
I'll decide after that.
I was wrong not coming to you right away but don't punish two good cops because of it.
You think they're good cops- you're a good cop.
I get helping friends.
It's just- I asked you repeatedly to find that leak and when you did, you hid it from me.
You can use that tape to get Antwon Mitchell off the street for the rest of his life or you can use it to hang me and the rest of my guys.
Or I can do both.
- Your sister rescinded bail.
- What? Why? She wasn't too thrilled when she found out about the stuff you stole out of your mother's house after she died.
- You told them that? - Wanted the company.
The officers will be by to check out the items in your attic later.
You can thank him for giving us permission to search.
You know, he's into kiddie porn.
Hey, Barely Legal is exactly what it says- legal.
Pretty detailed and reliable for white folk.
- Am I under arrest? - As soon as the statement's processed.
- We spoke to your sister again.
- I want to talk to her.
Can't let you do that.
You may taint her testimony.
She said you weren't watching the game.
You were watching the news.
- A report on the cop killings? - Bet that gave you the itch, didn't it? We were watching the game.
They kept breaking in with bulletins about those dead cops.
Let me ask you something.
- Why would somebody kill them? - Ask them.
We're-We're really stumped on this.
Hypothetically, why would somebody kill a cop? - Why-Why would you? - I didn't kill no cop.
- Hypothetically.
- Tell you what I think.
I think people are tired of being treated like criminals- tired of being hauled into rooms like this asked a million questions they don't know the answer to.
"Where were you last night?" "How'd you know the victim?" "Why'd you do it?" "What made you kill?" You don't know nothin' about me.
I know I make you feel small.
Detectives? Doctors called from Mission Cross.
Your victim's awake.
- Was that all right? - Uh, yeah, thanks.
He was responding to you.
- No, I lost him.
- Because you stopped pushing.
I don't see the point in burying myself deeper in his mind.
There's nothing useful there.
What's wrong? You all right? - I'm fine.
- Then go in there and close him.
Van'll be by later.
- Will you make him stop looking at me? - Back up.
There's a rumor going around that the money in that donation jar is for a legal fund to hire a lawyer to sue the department.
It is for whatever they need.
Same as when any officer dies.
People are really raw around here, you know it? It's not the time to start rubbing salt into a wound.
Look, I didn't choose the timing.
I was your T.
O.
You did not learn this from me.
Screwing the department? Disobeying the captain? Look, I understand that you're on edge because of what happened.
But maybe what's really bothering you is knowing that if people had listened to me Carl and Scooby might be alive.
You may not be a cop killer, Kleavon but you definitely tried to kill that girl last night.
Lana's talking.
She's I.
D.
'd you as her assailant.
You bought a case of soda and two packs of Kools.
Grocery clerk said you were in a hurry to leave.
An opportunity caught your eye.
She got off the M.
T.
A.
Bus, walked across wearing her headphones.
You put your soda in the car, followed her waiting for your moment.
You came at her head-on.
You wore latex gloves to avoid prints but also for a surer grip.
Her neck was, uh, thin, weak.
Her panic excited you.
That's the whole point.
All you can think about is finishing.
Her carotid artery pulses needs to pump oxygen to the brain.
Her throat pops.
Her urine splashes the ground.
She cries.
All the fight is gone.
Her eyes roll back in her head.
It's over.
You look into those eyes and all you can see is darkness.
And almost immediately, you feel guilty - wrong.
- Shut your mouth.
She told us what you did.
You expect me to believe that girl got strangled then came out of a coma pointing a finger at me? Well, that's what happened.
Is she in a coma, or is she in surgery? It ain't both.
She was in a coma.
She went into surgery to open an airway to fix her crushed trachea.
Nah.
I don't think you two got your stories straight.
I think I'll wait visit her at the hospital and see if she can point me out.
How would you like to get that little girl's body back- your bullets and all? - How? - Trade.
Body for a body.
Who? Vic Mackey.
His body for hers.
- This is entrapment.
- Good luck on selling that one.
- It's an illegal recording.
- Camera was placed in a department issue vehicle.
On my authorization.
The Supreme Court says that we're golden.
Plus our two officers are willing to testify that you shot Angie Stubbs with their weapons.
That and a murder-for-hire charge.
Next time you arrange a cop killing, don't do it in a cop car.
Let go! Don't move.
Do you want to tell us who killed our two men now? Death penalty's off the table? I go back to Lompoc, right? My son comin'with me? You think there's anything I get out here that I don't get on the inside? Girls, cold brew- You saw how I was livin'.
Life for me won't change.
Well, it'll be different enough for us.
Who killed our two cops? I don't know.
Who has their guns and radios? Don't know.
This deal is no good unless you give us everything.
Look, I told you I killed the girl.
Bang, bang.
The bitch deserved it.
Put a hit out on Mackey.
But I ain't had nothing to do with two dead cops.
You barking up the wrong tree with that one.
And while we're on the subject of truth you ought to know something.
Vendrell and that burrito boy he rolls with- They were dirty way before I got anything on them.
So you can tell them I'll see 'em on the inside.
It's bullshit.
He's just trying to take down as many of us as he can.
You gonna let him have his way? If they pass the lie detector, they'll be fine.
We're releasing your brother.
The girl's dead.
Deep down you know we're right.
There's something wrong with him.
You just don't want to see it.
But now that you know, things will add up.
If I'm living with a killer why hasn't he killed me? He feels safe with you.
You've never suspected him.
So what do I do now? Just act as if everything's normal.
But be careful.
Fatima! - She's scared.
- Good.
Her first sleepless night we'll be her first call.
Money jar's gone.
Someone took it.
I guess someone has a problem with the idea of suing the department.
Excuse us.
We're ready to go.
We worked it all out.
We'd like to drop the charges.
Well, you can just express your undying affection to thejudge.
- You're not lettin' us go? - Not till the van shows up to take you downtown.
- Asshole.
- Bitch.
Captain showed Mitchell our little home video.
Got him to confess to soliciting my death and for killing Angie.
Barely put up a fight.
- Hallelujah.
- What about Carl and Scooby? Didn't give us anything on that one, but we all get to go home.
Antwon's going tojail.
But what about the lie detector? After what we pulled off today, polygraph's a piece of cake.
Couple of Vicodin, and you'll have 'em believin'that you don'tjerk off.
Rawling'll back you up.
That and all the backslapping over gettin'Antwon- - It's over.
- Free and clear.
Couldn't have gone down better if we'd planned it.
Thank you.
Look, I know you didn't want to, but- Maybe this is just who we are.
- Me too.
- No, it isn't.
We had a problem.
We came together.
We solved it.
That's who we are.
From now on, we got nothin'over us.
We got one thing to do.
Hit the streets, find the bad guys, show 'em who's in charge.
Strike-Team style.
Starting with the pricks who stabbed Scooby and Carl.
When the time comes, we'll be there to see 'em get the needle.
I'll sweat the baby bangers threaten to take away their P.
S.
P.
's if they hold out on intel.
Well, anybody that owes me a favor- I'll just be real damn clear that it's way past due.
For one, there's gonna be a lot more talkin' with Antwon gone.
I tell you what, man.
This whole thing is gonna shake up the street.
Bangers won't know which way to turn.
And then- Bam! There we'll be.
Mackey's coming up clean the past six months.
You've been through the seizure files? Sloppy paperwork, but it all reads fine.
- How about the evidence room? - Nothing's missing or out of order.
I've been asking around the street as much as I can without attracting attention.
I thought this would be good news.
Stay on Mackey.
All of his guys.
You sure? I wish I wasn't.
Here he comes.
We got him, fellas.
Guess it's time for you to lick my balls, Daddy.
Captain's not buying your tall tales, Antwon.
She bought the one about me knowing nothing about them dead cops.
You think some shit like that goes down without my okay? - Who? - Who what? - We're just whispering here.
- Those kind of whispers violate your deal.
Yeah.
Not unless you got 'em on tape.
You'll never find out who offed them pigs.
I'll go to sleep every night smiling on that one.
You'll go to sleep every night in a 6-by-12, asshole.
Let's go.
In the van.
I'll find out who killed our boys - and I'm gonna wipe that smile off his goddamn face.