The Shield s05e05 Episode Script
Trophy
Previously on The Shield: - You're sick.
- Dutch, I was here yesterday.
- I'm here today.
I'll be here tomorrow.
- Six months ago we found this heroin in the glove compartment of your car.
But you never logged it into evidence.
Lem got picked up by IAD.
Got him wearing a wire.
Councilman, a moment of your time.
He came by the office.
You didn't have regular sit-down meetings with him? Trying to figure out which uniform you're wearing.
It isn't Mackey's.
Kavanaugh's gonna get Emolia to give you up.
You're not safe here.
- We gotta move you.
- Why? - What happened? - We got possible leaks.
You said Vic wouldn't find out.
- Vic, what the hell? - You didn't return any of my calls.
- Kavanaugh.
What did you tell him? - That I saw your guy take the heroin.
- That's it.
- Six months you could have warned me.
One of my men, maybe all of us are going to jail because of you.
I found you once, I can do it again.
Hey.
Oh, Jesus.
It's you.
What are you doing here? I had no idea that Vic knew about you giving up one of his guys.
That's my fault.
I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.
But now I can make sure that you and Sebastio are safe.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
I gotta get him to school now.
- Need anything? You want anything? - No, I'm good.
Thanks.
Can your guy take me back now? Sure he can.
Sure.
You know that you may have to testify against Vic and his guys in court.
That's part of the deal.
You know that, right? No.
Not with them there.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, it's part of the conditions.
No, you never said that.
Just get him to admit stuff, that's all.
You haven't got him to admit anything.
I don't wanna do this no more.
He's been good to me.
I don't want your money.
Please, take it.
Scott.
- Scott.
- Yeah? Double up security, take her home.
Other than the kid going to school, no one comes, goes, calls.
Christ.
- See you next time, Dad.
- I can't wait, sweetie.
Jump in.
Buckle up.
Love you.
I can't believe how much homework kids get.
- Yeah, I know.
- Sixth grade.
Jesus Christ.
- Watch her.
- Crazy bitch, get off him.
- Hey, stop.
- Help the driver.
Help the driver.
Get off.
- Oh, God.
- Get on top of her.
Shit.
Jesus.
Sir, you're okay.
Don't move.
It's okay.
Just calm down, sir.
We're gonna get help, all right? We're gonna help you, no problem.
Just calm down.
Nice work, man.
- Where's Cass? - Nurses' lounge.
She thought it was cool.
Been hanging around you too much.
This was your world this time, not mine.
Yeah, speaking of your world is there anything I need to know about that work thing? - No, everything's okay with that now.
- Corrine, good.
This is Dr.
Lesser, runs our ER.
Wanted to talk to you.
- Vic Mackey.
What about? - The girl who just died.
Yeah, our officer said they found her strolling down the 110 freeway.
Nothing new.
She's a total nut job, schizophrenic.
But I found these meds on her.
She's been taking them for the last month.
French label.
No doctor.
Bad scrips? What's on the label, what's inside, two very different things.
This shit's killed five people in three months.
Thought you guys would've made a dent.
- We've been on this? - Yeah.
Filled out a complaint with your captain last month.
- Who do I need to bitch to? - Let me do the bitching for you.
Where did you get her meds? The drugs were supposed to stop the psychotic breaks.
- Where did you get them? - Just, you know, the drugstore.
What kind of drugstore fills a bottle without a doctor's name? - Could you give us a minute? - Be gentle.
His sister just died.
I'm oozing gentle.
Sis was screaming about devils before she died.
I hope she wasn't talking about you feeding her bad meds.
- I didn't know.
- Then tell me where you got them.
And don't tell me Rite Aid.
Clinica Esquina.
The guy who runs it helps locals with affordable prescriptions.
- Black market Blue Cross.
- Better than nothing at all.
Kavanaugh's gotta know we were on to Lem's wire.
- And tracking down Emolia.
- Why hasn't he arrested Lem? Guy doesn't follow a script.
We can't assume.
- You think you convinced Emolia? - At the time.
But I'm sure Kavanaugh's inside her head.
Who knows where she's at.
So the next move is? Get a note to Lem.
Keep him up to date.
- Everything else, business as usual.
- Hey, easy with that.
Hey, Billings.
You remember a doc over at Mission Cross filing a bad scrip complaint? - Yeah, sort of.
- The body count's sort of piling up.
The board's about to bring in feds.
It's gonna make noise.
Shit.
I just thought it was some bogus Viagra.
Stone was gonna get around to it, time permitting.
Five dead citizens, it's gonna be crawling up your ass.
All right, look, it's drugs.
That's you guys.
Run with it.
Just keep me plugged in.
- So Vic got to your CI, huh? - He is resourceful.
It won't happen again.
I can tap some justice contacts, we can get her into witness protection.
She's protected.
Thanks, though.
Yeah, well, they're on to you.
So when are you gonna arrest Lemansky? You ever get one of those, like, really bad feelings? Can't explain it, can't explain it at all, but you can't shake it off either.
I got one of those about you and Mackey.
And I think this investigation is going off point because you're too distracted about those bad feelings.
I got Emolia ready to testify and one of his own men on the edge of turning.
So if you are, for whatever reason maybe working on both sides of the street here Well, I appreciate the friendly heads-up.
But I know what side of the street I'm on.
Yeah? Yeah.
- Check this out.
- What's this? This would be one of my good feelings.
Remember Vic told us about that clinic selling the scrips? Most of the prescriptions came from a French company, they went bankrupt.
Doc was right, pharmacology is hit-and-miss.
Pretty much a loaded gun.
Tell Billings we need a warrant for this clinic.
So what? They probably already know you've got Lem wired.
It's not just scumbags dying, it's families.
They're sending him on one of those bullshit errands.
That way, he's out of earshot.
The threat out of sight they now feel comfortable to share.
- How's Lem feeling? He won't go to the doctor.
I think he's puking blood again.
Shit.
- You bugged the clubhouse too? - Yeah.
OIG signed off on it.
I planted it last night in the base of a softball trophy.
Did you know that they were Police League champs? - Make sure all our heads are straight.
- Yeah, okay.
Don't worry, I got this whole thing sealed off.
- Hey, that's sophisticated machinery.
- Dude, it's a vending machine.
- You put money in, shit comes out.
- It's a gourmet quick-mealer.
It ain't nothing without power.
Where are the goddamn outlets? Hey, this is Danny.
Leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Thanks.
Sofer.
- What happened to the outlets? - Oh, shit.
You were supposed to call the electrician.
I'll chalk it up to hormones, but you better get down here and fix this.
- So how'd we do? - Some of it looks legit.
FDA seals, valid expiration.
A dozen boxes that don't have seals.
No record of these being logged in.
We'll run them against the scrips at Mission Cross.
- City Council in the house.
- How did Aceveda get here so quick? - Think this is the source of the drugs? - We'll - What the hell is Aceveda doing there? - I should get back.
Keep me posted and so forth.
- Bring out Dr.
Feelgood.
- Okay.
Got a call, I wanna make sure everyone's getting the care they need.
Well, it looks like half their stock are bootleg meds.
I'm shutting it down.
Mission Cross has been overflowing with bad scrip deaths.
- We hear your clinic is ground zero.
- Our drugs aren't bad.
- They're illegal.
- Yeah, but not bad.
Look, I make a few deals, cut some corners but it's not about profit, it's about helping people.
These are different than the ones we got.
Real labels.
American.
Where did you get these? Gruhani brothers.
Persian dudes, run a small trucking company.
Got a contract with Pyren Meryl, distribute to East L.
A.
- Gruhani skims off their shipments.
- I buy at a third the price.
- Take him.
- Come on.
- People can't afford these any other way.
- I'm not looking to hurt this place.
But I got black market scrips poisoning the farm.
I gotta come down on everyone.
Yeah, I know.
But the sooner we can get this place up and running again I'm working on it.
Someone I want you to meet.
Who? - It's that lawyer chick, right? - Yeah.
You hitting that? No.
I hired that.
- You hired a lawyer? Why? - Not me, us.
She's walking us through this thing with Lem.
Collecting intel on the whole suit-and-tie side of things.
- You think we're gonna need lawyers? - I just wanna be prepared.
It's a whole new playing field we're on.
Holy shit.
A lawyer? - Should I get my own? - Shane.
Relax.
She's just advising.
All of us.
- Detective.
- Counsellor.
This is Detective Shane Vendrell.
- Hello.
- Welcome aboard.
- Someplace private we can talk? - Sure.
Let's go inside.
- Hey, Ricky, park that for me? - Yeah, no problem.
This makes sense? I think it does.
Right over here.
I was just getting Shane up to speed on our arrangement.
The others too? Lem's still wired, so we have to keep him in the dark.
How did you find out about the wire? We were hooping and I felt it on him.
We got him in here scribbled a few notes.
We found out it was IAD.
So you have any luck? I went digging.
The rabbit hole's deep.
The IAD investigation was initiated by Captain Rawlings a little over six months ago.
- Rawlings set us up? - I don't think it was search and destroy.
It was to prove we weren't crooked.
Cover her ass.
Shit.
She was trying to warn me, I didn't listen.
When the chief's staff saw it in play, they took it in another direction.
- And what direction is that? - The way of politics.
This new chief wants to move past the stain of the last five years.
The riots, lawsuits.
He sees the Strike Teams as a failure of the old regime.
You're a high-profile team leader.
Hanging you puts a face on that failure.
Put distance between then and now it buys their public cleansing.
- We get screwed by a history lesson.
- What about Kavanaugh? Closed book.
All I found out was he's way inside.
Looks lik e he reports directly to the chief.
- Goddamn it.
- You need to shift perception.
Start piling up some wins in bigger cases.
Make Internal Affairs look like they're hurting the good guys.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
That's a huge help.
Thanks.
Looks like I'm on board.
You know what that means? You're gonna need a retainer.
How much? I'm a one-gal shop.
I'll need 10 grand to get started.
If I strik e early, I might be able to mak e a deal for Lem.
- Deals are for the guilty.
- Shit.
You need to know the financial realities.
We're talking about counsel for four.
That's a shitload of man-hours.
On cop's salaries, you both have families.
We'll worry about that later.
No compromises.
We all get cleared, we all keep our badges.
Nothing less.
Okay.
Look that over and call if you have any questions.
I'll be in touch.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
What's the matter? Attorney-client privilege.
It's all inadmissible.
This quasi-pharmaceutical shit caused an aneurysm in your sister, it stroked her out.
We find out you knew these drugs were illegal, we're gonna arrest you.
You get these from the clinic? Clinic charged 45 bucks for her prescriptions.
- And that wasn't cheap enough for you? - I knew they were Russian mob.
Had the same kind of drug.
Ten bucks a bottle.
I was afraid to tell you.
Where can we find these guys? Operate out of a strip joint on Hensley.
That's Popovich's place.
Popovich stepped in for Tretiak.
He's running the clan.
- Sounds like a guy we should know.
- Yeah.
Somebody trashed the Gruhani office.
Checked the homes.
They left in a hurry Both Zal and Babak are MIA.
- Zal and Babak? - Yo, Vic.
Hey.
Found these up your ass.
Hey, close the door.
Is that pussy smiling at me? - Hey.
- Oh, shit.
Come on, girls, you know this is a patch-the-snatch zone.
Here's your pink slip, ladies.
Mikula Popovich.
I hear you're the czar to know.
You have warrant? Violation of pornography laws, assaulting a police officer.
Probable cause.
Search and seizure.
About a half a dozen of these in the supply room.
- Not much of a supply.
- French label.
It's the same shit we got from the ER.
You selling hangover cures, Popovich? No.
I just like pussy.
Dancing pussy.
Turn around.
Last time I saw you, you said you were heading back to Saratov.
Mikula lets me strip, better money.
Safer than being whore.
Congratulations on your promotion.
Your boss is selling bad prescriptions out of this club.
Killing innocent people.
I need to know where he keeps his supply.
I just dance.
I know nothing about drugs or gambling or anything.
How about I share with Popovich how you ratted out Tretiak? I know they have a garage on Savannah.
- Blackburn Auto.
- That's a start.
Tough shit, white cop.
I tell you nothing.
- You go shit yourself.
- Nice touch.
- You wanna wait up there? - Paramedics are here if I don't make it.
Fear of gates? Border flashback? Maybe he just likes a challenge.
He told us he got hit by a car.
Knocked him down.
Witnesses saw it different.
A neighbour saw him jump out of a moving car.
Red Infiniti.
- Gang retaliation? - Lots of scratches, no ink.
No, no.
- He doesn't wanna go to the hospital.
- Forearm's gotta have a fracture.
No INS.
- We can't force him.
- We can.
Trespassing, destruction of property.
You're under arrest.
Take him.
Make sure he gets medical attention.
- Fill him in.
- Okay.
People are gonna break their necks on those wires.
Then tape them down.
People gotta eat.
Oh, shit.
Men's toilet's clogged.
- Take care of that next.
- Detective Wyms.
Tina talked to Hidalgo at Mission Cross.
He wants to tell the truth.
He jumped out because he was scared.
Gave us a description of the woman driving.
Black, 40s, heavyset.
Picked him up at the Home Depot on Third.
Drove him out to the Angeles Crest.
Made him dig a hole.
- What? - She wanted him to bury a body.
She must've seen him getting skittish.
She threatened to report him to the INS if he didn't finish.
That's when he freaked and jumped out of the car.
That's really good work.
- Both of them.
- Absolutely.
Right.
- How tall are you? - 6'4".
She asked him to make it this big? Yeah.
She told him to make it longer.
- Hey, you guys done? - Yeah, you done? Yeah, sorry.
Good job.
Clear.
Got nothing, man.
There's nothing.
- Think the whore lied? - You mean the stripper.
What the hell is that? Hey.
Jesus, in here.
Holy shit.
Okay? You got it? - Who did this to you? - Hey, Vic.
Hey, look, man.
Zal Gruhani, it's one of the brothers who owns the company.
Jesus Christ.
This is chemo medicine.
Do you have cancer? No.
Why? Popovich knew this French shit was killing people.
So he wanted our supply, take over our shipments.
I said no.
Then he throws me in that hole for two weeks and pumps this poison in me.
Until you change your mind.
Can't say you're not committed.
- Where's your brother? - Babak runs our Westside office.
But the Russians don't know him.
He's hiding at our mom's.
We hide the drugs in her garage.
- Lock it on that side.
- So pick up the scrips at the mother's? - Charge Popovich with attempted 187.
- Yeah.
Hang on.
- Have a seat, lvan.
- Mikula.
Yeah, whatever.
They're back.
- What is this room? - The room of endless possibilities.
Away from the cameras.
We have a business opportunity to share.
Turn it down, it's a short walk back to the cage.
We know about the garage and your cancer research.
- Don't know garage.
Just manage club.
- We know.
Dancing camel toe.
I can arrest you and your guys.
Squeeze one of them until we find out where the drugs are.
But I'm all about diplomacy, raising the iron curtain.
So you're talking maybe relationship.
Lik e the way you guys lik e to do things in Moscow.
You like to help out folks who can't afford the high cost of medicine.
We appreciate that.
We wanna make sure your product doesn't kill.
That's bad business.
We'll trade you that French shit you've been dealing for all-American, FDA-approved shit.
We'll give you access to the Gruhani brothers' supply.
- You give them 20 percent.
- Why would Gruhani agree to this? If he doesn't, we'll arrest him and his brother.
They'll lose everything.
What's in it for you? We get bad drugs off the street.
We also get 10 percent off the top for putting you on the right track.
That's 70 percent in your pock et.
Easy half mil a year.
You say yes, you walk out of here, free and clear.
You say no, or try to burn us, perestroika dies.
I can say yes to this relationship.
Good.
You bring the bad French scrips to the garage.
I'll get Gruhani's brother, Babak, to bring what he's got in storage.
We're gonna need a piece up front good-faith gesture, $10,000.
You get a better product, we track down the bad drugs.
Everybody gets a win.
Who says there is never police around when we need them? Who says that? Yeah, who says? Faster than that, Leo.
- Tell them it's for me.
- What's going on? Mackey making a deal with the Russians.
Hot prescription drugs.
You know anything about that? They closed a city-funded clinic today for doling out illegal prescriptions.
- People were dying.
- He didn't call you about it? Talk to you about it in one of his private conversations? No.
Did you know our boy has hired a lawyer for him and his team? Checked around, it sounds like her.
- Rebecca Doyle.
- Yeah.
You know her? Met her a few times.
Well, it makes sense.
She knows how to protect career criminals.
There's another brother of a dune coon mother.
Fill our Persian drug boy in.
- I'll wrangle the big man.
- Yeah.
- What's going on? - Come on.
Sofer told me you released Popovich.
He was the one pushing these meds.
He is.
We don't know where he keeps his supply.
We couldn't hold him.
Phillips drilled me a new ass channel for my lack of community awareness.
This bullshit's gonna ding me.
I'm working on something that might cool your anal burning.
I'll let you know.
There was two missing persons over Peaches Pyman.
Reported a red Infiniti stolen this morning.
Puts Alex Gardling missing May, 2004.
6-foot-5.
A perfect peg for a very large hole.
- You found my car? - Yes, we did.
There something I gotta sign? - Just need to ask you a few questions.
- Anyone else have the keys, Peaches? Not to the car.
My realtor has the house keys.
Just sold my house.
- Moving out of state? - No.
Just out of the 'hood.
Where were you when the car was taken? Sleeping in, I run a sports bar.
Didn't get to bed till after 3.
We need to ask about that missing persons report you filed.
On Alex? That was over a year ago.
- You're just following up on that now? - Alex your boyfriend? He was.
He sent me an e-mail a few months later.
- I should have reported that, I guess.
- So he's alive? No, I don't think so.
He was terminal.
Some kind of blood disorder.
He didn't wanna put me through that.
He moved to Panama.
Wanted to die in his boyhood home.
So he e-mailed me to apologize and say goodbye.
Had the techs plant cameras and mikes.
Gives us a 360-degree view of the whole space.
Front row seats to Mackey's drug swap and cash infusion.
- Hey, he's on.
- How's our cancer victim? He's doing okay.
He's real worried about his brother.
Well, he should be.
How's your gut? Same, I guess.
You should stay home tonight, take it easy.
We can take care of things.
Okay.
You hear anything else about that other thing? No.
We're gonna give our guy a call.
See if there's movement.
All right, man.
Thanks.
Yeah, yeah.
We're in a holding pattern right now.
- Yeah? - Hey.
Our CI's giving us the 20 on those bad scrips.
Thought you might wanna be there, spin it that Aceveda way.
I'll give a call.
You bring the cameras.
Yeah, I understand.
Right.
It was Mackey.
He wants to turn picking up the bad drugs into a media event.
After he makes the trade and takes the payoff in private.
- Steals his cake and eats it too.
- Look, I got a district to take care of.
You don't mind sticking around, do you, councilman? - Why? - Help me get rid of that bad feeling.
You know, Prednisone's pretty toxic stuff.
Hi, Drew.
You looked in my desk? Your drawer was open.
I glanced over.
Unbelievable.
Why don't you talk to me? I just wanna help.
It's not about what you want.
- What's going on? - Who are you? I live here.
Shonda Cromwell.
Well, we got a warrant to search the house.
Oh, my God.
- What did Peaches do? - Detectives.
- What is it? - You're not gonna believe this.
Is that a? Is that a body? Damn.
He must've pissed somebody off.
Yeah.
Or maybe he was caught rifling through their drawers.
Or maybe his dying wish was "dry clean only.
" You recognize this guy? - Breaking up is hard to do.
- We found him that way.
- In your garage.
- Oh, my Lord.
No, no, no.
Alex, baby.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No.
No.
That's not the response of a woman who tried to bury a guy in the woods.
No, it isn't.
Sit down.
Someone will get your statement in a minute.
- What's that about? - When you gotta go, you gotta go? I checked out that e-mail that Peaches said came from Panama.
Turns out our IT guy says it came from an internet cafe in Burbank.
Long way from the Canal.
- No kidding.
- Thanks.
- Nice catch on that Infiniti by the way.
- Oh, sure thing.
God.
- What happened? - Danny.
- Danny, you all right? - Oh, shit.
- You okay? - Doctor? - No.
It's just stupid.
- She ran into the pole.
- Just help me up, okay? - I'm sorry.
Are you sure you're okay? No, I'm fine.
Just, who put the goddamn pole there? I got it.
I was walking this way How's the head? I just gave Tina a whole lecture on "never let them see you cry.
" Then I go and give them a ticket to my emotional breakdown.
Christ.
When I was pregnant with my first, I trashed the aisle at the Ralphs because I couldn't decide which disposable diaper to buy.
I just don't I don't know what I'm doing here.
None of us do, sweetheart.
They all need to mind their own damn business.
You just worry about what's in here.
Let the rest of us wade through the sewer.
How you gonna handle it if he makes the deal? You gonna go in, or wait till you have more? Gonna use the shock and awe.
Take them into custody, separate them.
Full court press.
One of them will turn on the others.
See you later.
Good luck tonight.
Hidalgo was afraid of being deported.
We weren't gonna do that.
What else? Said sometimes people who cooperate get their green cards.
- No wonder he was so happy to help.
- It's true.
Well, yeah, if you like, help bring down a cartel.
But it worked.
He's been cooperating.
He ID'd the first black woman you put in front of him.
Now the witness is an illegal coerced into a statement by a false promise of citizenship.
Shit.
- It seemed like the right thing to do.
- It wasn't.
It'll be okay.
Dutch man's got a plan.
- Sorry to keep you waiting.
- It's okay.
- Is that pregnant cop all right? - She'll be fine.
- It's a crazy day.
- God, no kidding.
Jeez, and with Peaches killing Alex like that.
- I just can't believe it.
- Well, no one can.
- What do you mean? - We mean, Peaches didn't kill Alex.
She loved him.
You killed Alex.
And you a crazy bitch because I ain't killed no one.
Then why did you send this man to dig a grave in the Angeles Crest? What's the going rate for day workers? You also work two blocks from the café you e-mailed his Dead John letter from.
So Peaches would stop looking.
And your shrink-wrapping preserved Alex so well we've got your DNA all over him.
Trying to move the body before Peaches sold the house.
- Shit.
- First rule of hole digging: If you're standing in the hole, stop digging.
So tell us the truth.
One crazy bitch to another.
All right.
Look.
He was with Peaches.
- But then he came on to me.
- It's understandable.
We started having some fun.
But then he falls all in love with me and shit.
Wants to tell her everything.
Peaches owns the house, she would have kicked my ass out.
- He wasn't worth all that.
- What happened? We had sex.
Started fighting about Peaches.
I keep a bat beside my bed.
Shit just happened.
Up against the truck.
Don't you trust us? Sure.
What makes you think I don't? - When do we see the drugs? - Don't you trust us? Hey, Vic.
Old French Zocor.
I think I arrested him once.
That's all of it.
Everything we have.
Good.
Open it up.
Let's get the real meds.
We ready? Go on my call.
Babak, meet your new boss.
I want to see merchandise.
Got just what the doctor ordered.
Show him.
Yes.
You got that tingling feeling like I do? We got it right here.
Here's our good faith.
The 10,000.
Come on, you deserve it.
Just take it.
Yes.
That's bullshit.
He almost kill my brother.
He poison him and then he take our business.
What's he doing? Where'd the gun come from? - Let him go.
- Hey.
Hey.
Son of a bitch.
- Go ahead.
I don't give a shit.
- Can't let him walk out of here.
He'll give us all away.
What the hell? - You take care of it.
- No.
He's your problem.
He's our problem.
Come on.
There's gotta be another way.
No other way.
You want relationship, huh? Just not in the face.
- Go in.
Go in.
- We're a go.
Vic.
Vic! - Freeze! Freeze! - On the ground.
- Let's go.
- All right.
All right.
Let me see them.
Don't move.
Secure.
All clear here.
Sir.
All suspects are accounted for.
Vic, what the hell is going on? IAD just shit all over our sting.
Who's this? Who's this? Detective Baham.
- There were blanks in the guns.
- What are you running? We were trying to establish a relationship with the Russians.
Knew Popovich wouldn't let the Persian threat get out alive.
Killing the competition would have been the blood tie that binds.
Prescription drugs is just the tip of the iceberg.
This shitbag's got ties back to the Kremlin.
Would've been a huge win.
Did you think I was making a deal with Russians? That I'd actually kill someone? I don't know where you got intel.
He ran the whole operation by me.
I guess IAD will spin any kind of fiction to stain good cops bad.
Uncuff my men.
You idiots did enough damage for one night.
Book him for attempted murder and illegal dancing pussy.
It won't topple the ROC but at least it'll make a dent in the local machine.
Councilman.
- Gannon come out of retirement? - Hey, if it ain't broke, it ain't the Barn.
- Heard about IAD.
That's bullshit.
- Yeah.
Typical.
- How you feeling? - A little better.
Thanks.
Can I get you something to eat? - I sort of lost my appetite.
- Right.
Should we talk? About what? Well, maybe I can help.
Looks like the dad's not in the picture.
Yeah, well, the dad doesn't know.
I think it's better that way.
I just I don't think that he could handle it right now.
I'm gonna do this on my own.
If you change your mind.
Offer still stands.
All right.
Thanks.
I've got lupus.
I've had it for 15 years.
It's just been flaring up lately.
- Fifteen years? - Got my girls.
James.
I've got family.
I just need you to be you.
- Little Southern will comfort that belly.
- I'll stick with the pink.
I like the pink.
Billings wants us to clean.
Make sure there's no code violations.
Seems someone ratted him out to the fire marshal.
Who would do something lik e that? You know what we should do? Should get rid of this shit on the locker.
It's close to this light.
No, not the trophy.
I went 3 for 4 to win that.
You were 0 for 5.
But who's counting? You know what? Screw it.
It's a cheap piece of shit.
You know what? We'll just beat IAD again next year.
Hey.
Hey, Dutch.
I just wanted to thank you.
You keep going out of your way to help me, and, well, I just really appreciate it.
Oh, sure thing.
Any time.
Well, I'll see you tomorrow? - Night.
- Night.
Word is IAD stepped on a big sting you guys were setting up on the Russians.
They just keep hurting the good guys.
Could've picked it up on Lemansky's wire, maybe.
Thought you guys were making some kind of deal.
- Possibility.
- There's egg all over IAD's face.
If this tipped Kavanaugh that you're on to the wire he's gonna be pissed.
I have Ronnie sweep for bugs every day.
He found one in the clubhouse.
It had to be Kavanaugh.
So we spun it our way.
Just like you said.
Jesus Christ.
You knew the place was bugged when you talked to me.
- That conversation.
- You used me too? - Any part of that is privileged.
- You withheld information.
- They can't - You lied.
No.
It happened fast.
Look, I'm winging it here.
I'm sorry.
Any move he makes against us now just seems like part of an ongoing misguided vendetta.
I better prepare our next move.
Because Kavanaugh is going to arrest Lemansky.
- Try to hurt you by hurting him.
- We'll be ready for that too.
You know what? We'll just beat IAD again next year.
You want me to go back to the Barn? Plant another one someplace else? Billings wants us to clean.
- Mak e sure there's no - Don't bother.
Seems someone ratted him out You know, Farmington did beat us in the semi-finals.
- Could have been talking about that.
- Thanks, Buzz.
You should get going.
Not the trophy.
I went 3 for 4 to win that.
You were 0 for 5.
But who's counting? You know what? Screw it.
It's a cheap piece of shit.
You know what? We'll just beat IAD again next year.
- Dutch, I was here yesterday.
- I'm here today.
I'll be here tomorrow.
- Six months ago we found this heroin in the glove compartment of your car.
But you never logged it into evidence.
Lem got picked up by IAD.
Got him wearing a wire.
Councilman, a moment of your time.
He came by the office.
You didn't have regular sit-down meetings with him? Trying to figure out which uniform you're wearing.
It isn't Mackey's.
Kavanaugh's gonna get Emolia to give you up.
You're not safe here.
- We gotta move you.
- Why? - What happened? - We got possible leaks.
You said Vic wouldn't find out.
- Vic, what the hell? - You didn't return any of my calls.
- Kavanaugh.
What did you tell him? - That I saw your guy take the heroin.
- That's it.
- Six months you could have warned me.
One of my men, maybe all of us are going to jail because of you.
I found you once, I can do it again.
Hey.
Oh, Jesus.
It's you.
What are you doing here? I had no idea that Vic knew about you giving up one of his guys.
That's my fault.
I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.
But now I can make sure that you and Sebastio are safe.
Nobody's gonna hurt you.
I gotta get him to school now.
- Need anything? You want anything? - No, I'm good.
Thanks.
Can your guy take me back now? Sure he can.
Sure.
You know that you may have to testify against Vic and his guys in court.
That's part of the deal.
You know that, right? No.
Not with them there.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, it's part of the conditions.
No, you never said that.
Just get him to admit stuff, that's all.
You haven't got him to admit anything.
I don't wanna do this no more.
He's been good to me.
I don't want your money.
Please, take it.
Scott.
- Scott.
- Yeah? Double up security, take her home.
Other than the kid going to school, no one comes, goes, calls.
Christ.
- See you next time, Dad.
- I can't wait, sweetie.
Jump in.
Buckle up.
Love you.
I can't believe how much homework kids get.
- Yeah, I know.
- Sixth grade.
Jesus Christ.
- Watch her.
- Crazy bitch, get off him.
- Hey, stop.
- Help the driver.
Help the driver.
Get off.
- Oh, God.
- Get on top of her.
Shit.
Jesus.
Sir, you're okay.
Don't move.
It's okay.
Just calm down, sir.
We're gonna get help, all right? We're gonna help you, no problem.
Just calm down.
Nice work, man.
- Where's Cass? - Nurses' lounge.
She thought it was cool.
Been hanging around you too much.
This was your world this time, not mine.
Yeah, speaking of your world is there anything I need to know about that work thing? - No, everything's okay with that now.
- Corrine, good.
This is Dr.
Lesser, runs our ER.
Wanted to talk to you.
- Vic Mackey.
What about? - The girl who just died.
Yeah, our officer said they found her strolling down the 110 freeway.
Nothing new.
She's a total nut job, schizophrenic.
But I found these meds on her.
She's been taking them for the last month.
French label.
No doctor.
Bad scrips? What's on the label, what's inside, two very different things.
This shit's killed five people in three months.
Thought you guys would've made a dent.
- We've been on this? - Yeah.
Filled out a complaint with your captain last month.
- Who do I need to bitch to? - Let me do the bitching for you.
Where did you get her meds? The drugs were supposed to stop the psychotic breaks.
- Where did you get them? - Just, you know, the drugstore.
What kind of drugstore fills a bottle without a doctor's name? - Could you give us a minute? - Be gentle.
His sister just died.
I'm oozing gentle.
Sis was screaming about devils before she died.
I hope she wasn't talking about you feeding her bad meds.
- I didn't know.
- Then tell me where you got them.
And don't tell me Rite Aid.
Clinica Esquina.
The guy who runs it helps locals with affordable prescriptions.
- Black market Blue Cross.
- Better than nothing at all.
Kavanaugh's gotta know we were on to Lem's wire.
- And tracking down Emolia.
- Why hasn't he arrested Lem? Guy doesn't follow a script.
We can't assume.
- You think you convinced Emolia? - At the time.
But I'm sure Kavanaugh's inside her head.
Who knows where she's at.
So the next move is? Get a note to Lem.
Keep him up to date.
- Everything else, business as usual.
- Hey, easy with that.
Hey, Billings.
You remember a doc over at Mission Cross filing a bad scrip complaint? - Yeah, sort of.
- The body count's sort of piling up.
The board's about to bring in feds.
It's gonna make noise.
Shit.
I just thought it was some bogus Viagra.
Stone was gonna get around to it, time permitting.
Five dead citizens, it's gonna be crawling up your ass.
All right, look, it's drugs.
That's you guys.
Run with it.
Just keep me plugged in.
- So Vic got to your CI, huh? - He is resourceful.
It won't happen again.
I can tap some justice contacts, we can get her into witness protection.
She's protected.
Thanks, though.
Yeah, well, they're on to you.
So when are you gonna arrest Lemansky? You ever get one of those, like, really bad feelings? Can't explain it, can't explain it at all, but you can't shake it off either.
I got one of those about you and Mackey.
And I think this investigation is going off point because you're too distracted about those bad feelings.
I got Emolia ready to testify and one of his own men on the edge of turning.
So if you are, for whatever reason maybe working on both sides of the street here Well, I appreciate the friendly heads-up.
But I know what side of the street I'm on.
Yeah? Yeah.
- Check this out.
- What's this? This would be one of my good feelings.
Remember Vic told us about that clinic selling the scrips? Most of the prescriptions came from a French company, they went bankrupt.
Doc was right, pharmacology is hit-and-miss.
Pretty much a loaded gun.
Tell Billings we need a warrant for this clinic.
So what? They probably already know you've got Lem wired.
It's not just scumbags dying, it's families.
They're sending him on one of those bullshit errands.
That way, he's out of earshot.
The threat out of sight they now feel comfortable to share.
- How's Lem feeling? He won't go to the doctor.
I think he's puking blood again.
Shit.
- You bugged the clubhouse too? - Yeah.
OIG signed off on it.
I planted it last night in the base of a softball trophy.
Did you know that they were Police League champs? - Make sure all our heads are straight.
- Yeah, okay.
Don't worry, I got this whole thing sealed off.
- Hey, that's sophisticated machinery.
- Dude, it's a vending machine.
- You put money in, shit comes out.
- It's a gourmet quick-mealer.
It ain't nothing without power.
Where are the goddamn outlets? Hey, this is Danny.
Leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
Thanks.
Sofer.
- What happened to the outlets? - Oh, shit.
You were supposed to call the electrician.
I'll chalk it up to hormones, but you better get down here and fix this.
- So how'd we do? - Some of it looks legit.
FDA seals, valid expiration.
A dozen boxes that don't have seals.
No record of these being logged in.
We'll run them against the scrips at Mission Cross.
- City Council in the house.
- How did Aceveda get here so quick? - Think this is the source of the drugs? - We'll - What the hell is Aceveda doing there? - I should get back.
Keep me posted and so forth.
- Bring out Dr.
Feelgood.
- Okay.
Got a call, I wanna make sure everyone's getting the care they need.
Well, it looks like half their stock are bootleg meds.
I'm shutting it down.
Mission Cross has been overflowing with bad scrip deaths.
- We hear your clinic is ground zero.
- Our drugs aren't bad.
- They're illegal.
- Yeah, but not bad.
Look, I make a few deals, cut some corners but it's not about profit, it's about helping people.
These are different than the ones we got.
Real labels.
American.
Where did you get these? Gruhani brothers.
Persian dudes, run a small trucking company.
Got a contract with Pyren Meryl, distribute to East L.
A.
- Gruhani skims off their shipments.
- I buy at a third the price.
- Take him.
- Come on.
- People can't afford these any other way.
- I'm not looking to hurt this place.
But I got black market scrips poisoning the farm.
I gotta come down on everyone.
Yeah, I know.
But the sooner we can get this place up and running again I'm working on it.
Someone I want you to meet.
Who? - It's that lawyer chick, right? - Yeah.
You hitting that? No.
I hired that.
- You hired a lawyer? Why? - Not me, us.
She's walking us through this thing with Lem.
Collecting intel on the whole suit-and-tie side of things.
- You think we're gonna need lawyers? - I just wanna be prepared.
It's a whole new playing field we're on.
Holy shit.
A lawyer? - Should I get my own? - Shane.
Relax.
She's just advising.
All of us.
- Detective.
- Counsellor.
This is Detective Shane Vendrell.
- Hello.
- Welcome aboard.
- Someplace private we can talk? - Sure.
Let's go inside.
- Hey, Ricky, park that for me? - Yeah, no problem.
This makes sense? I think it does.
Right over here.
I was just getting Shane up to speed on our arrangement.
The others too? Lem's still wired, so we have to keep him in the dark.
How did you find out about the wire? We were hooping and I felt it on him.
We got him in here scribbled a few notes.
We found out it was IAD.
So you have any luck? I went digging.
The rabbit hole's deep.
The IAD investigation was initiated by Captain Rawlings a little over six months ago.
- Rawlings set us up? - I don't think it was search and destroy.
It was to prove we weren't crooked.
Cover her ass.
Shit.
She was trying to warn me, I didn't listen.
When the chief's staff saw it in play, they took it in another direction.
- And what direction is that? - The way of politics.
This new chief wants to move past the stain of the last five years.
The riots, lawsuits.
He sees the Strike Teams as a failure of the old regime.
You're a high-profile team leader.
Hanging you puts a face on that failure.
Put distance between then and now it buys their public cleansing.
- We get screwed by a history lesson.
- What about Kavanaugh? Closed book.
All I found out was he's way inside.
Looks lik e he reports directly to the chief.
- Goddamn it.
- You need to shift perception.
Start piling up some wins in bigger cases.
Make Internal Affairs look like they're hurting the good guys.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
That's a huge help.
Thanks.
Looks like I'm on board.
You know what that means? You're gonna need a retainer.
How much? I'm a one-gal shop.
I'll need 10 grand to get started.
If I strik e early, I might be able to mak e a deal for Lem.
- Deals are for the guilty.
- Shit.
You need to know the financial realities.
We're talking about counsel for four.
That's a shitload of man-hours.
On cop's salaries, you both have families.
We'll worry about that later.
No compromises.
We all get cleared, we all keep our badges.
Nothing less.
Okay.
Look that over and call if you have any questions.
I'll be in touch.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
What's the matter? Attorney-client privilege.
It's all inadmissible.
This quasi-pharmaceutical shit caused an aneurysm in your sister, it stroked her out.
We find out you knew these drugs were illegal, we're gonna arrest you.
You get these from the clinic? Clinic charged 45 bucks for her prescriptions.
- And that wasn't cheap enough for you? - I knew they were Russian mob.
Had the same kind of drug.
Ten bucks a bottle.
I was afraid to tell you.
Where can we find these guys? Operate out of a strip joint on Hensley.
That's Popovich's place.
Popovich stepped in for Tretiak.
He's running the clan.
- Sounds like a guy we should know.
- Yeah.
Somebody trashed the Gruhani office.
Checked the homes.
They left in a hurry Both Zal and Babak are MIA.
- Zal and Babak? - Yo, Vic.
Hey.
Found these up your ass.
Hey, close the door.
Is that pussy smiling at me? - Hey.
- Oh, shit.
Come on, girls, you know this is a patch-the-snatch zone.
Here's your pink slip, ladies.
Mikula Popovich.
I hear you're the czar to know.
You have warrant? Violation of pornography laws, assaulting a police officer.
Probable cause.
Search and seizure.
About a half a dozen of these in the supply room.
- Not much of a supply.
- French label.
It's the same shit we got from the ER.
You selling hangover cures, Popovich? No.
I just like pussy.
Dancing pussy.
Turn around.
Last time I saw you, you said you were heading back to Saratov.
Mikula lets me strip, better money.
Safer than being whore.
Congratulations on your promotion.
Your boss is selling bad prescriptions out of this club.
Killing innocent people.
I need to know where he keeps his supply.
I just dance.
I know nothing about drugs or gambling or anything.
How about I share with Popovich how you ratted out Tretiak? I know they have a garage on Savannah.
- Blackburn Auto.
- That's a start.
Tough shit, white cop.
I tell you nothing.
- You go shit yourself.
- Nice touch.
- You wanna wait up there? - Paramedics are here if I don't make it.
Fear of gates? Border flashback? Maybe he just likes a challenge.
He told us he got hit by a car.
Knocked him down.
Witnesses saw it different.
A neighbour saw him jump out of a moving car.
Red Infiniti.
- Gang retaliation? - Lots of scratches, no ink.
No, no.
- He doesn't wanna go to the hospital.
- Forearm's gotta have a fracture.
No INS.
- We can't force him.
- We can.
Trespassing, destruction of property.
You're under arrest.
Take him.
Make sure he gets medical attention.
- Fill him in.
- Okay.
People are gonna break their necks on those wires.
Then tape them down.
People gotta eat.
Oh, shit.
Men's toilet's clogged.
- Take care of that next.
- Detective Wyms.
Tina talked to Hidalgo at Mission Cross.
He wants to tell the truth.
He jumped out because he was scared.
Gave us a description of the woman driving.
Black, 40s, heavyset.
Picked him up at the Home Depot on Third.
Drove him out to the Angeles Crest.
Made him dig a hole.
- What? - She wanted him to bury a body.
She must've seen him getting skittish.
She threatened to report him to the INS if he didn't finish.
That's when he freaked and jumped out of the car.
That's really good work.
- Both of them.
- Absolutely.
Right.
- How tall are you? - 6'4".
She asked him to make it this big? Yeah.
She told him to make it longer.
- Hey, you guys done? - Yeah, you done? Yeah, sorry.
Good job.
Clear.
Got nothing, man.
There's nothing.
- Think the whore lied? - You mean the stripper.
What the hell is that? Hey.
Jesus, in here.
Holy shit.
Okay? You got it? - Who did this to you? - Hey, Vic.
Hey, look, man.
Zal Gruhani, it's one of the brothers who owns the company.
Jesus Christ.
This is chemo medicine.
Do you have cancer? No.
Why? Popovich knew this French shit was killing people.
So he wanted our supply, take over our shipments.
I said no.
Then he throws me in that hole for two weeks and pumps this poison in me.
Until you change your mind.
Can't say you're not committed.
- Where's your brother? - Babak runs our Westside office.
But the Russians don't know him.
He's hiding at our mom's.
We hide the drugs in her garage.
- Lock it on that side.
- So pick up the scrips at the mother's? - Charge Popovich with attempted 187.
- Yeah.
Hang on.
- Have a seat, lvan.
- Mikula.
Yeah, whatever.
They're back.
- What is this room? - The room of endless possibilities.
Away from the cameras.
We have a business opportunity to share.
Turn it down, it's a short walk back to the cage.
We know about the garage and your cancer research.
- Don't know garage.
Just manage club.
- We know.
Dancing camel toe.
I can arrest you and your guys.
Squeeze one of them until we find out where the drugs are.
But I'm all about diplomacy, raising the iron curtain.
So you're talking maybe relationship.
Lik e the way you guys lik e to do things in Moscow.
You like to help out folks who can't afford the high cost of medicine.
We appreciate that.
We wanna make sure your product doesn't kill.
That's bad business.
We'll trade you that French shit you've been dealing for all-American, FDA-approved shit.
We'll give you access to the Gruhani brothers' supply.
- You give them 20 percent.
- Why would Gruhani agree to this? If he doesn't, we'll arrest him and his brother.
They'll lose everything.
What's in it for you? We get bad drugs off the street.
We also get 10 percent off the top for putting you on the right track.
That's 70 percent in your pock et.
Easy half mil a year.
You say yes, you walk out of here, free and clear.
You say no, or try to burn us, perestroika dies.
I can say yes to this relationship.
Good.
You bring the bad French scrips to the garage.
I'll get Gruhani's brother, Babak, to bring what he's got in storage.
We're gonna need a piece up front good-faith gesture, $10,000.
You get a better product, we track down the bad drugs.
Everybody gets a win.
Who says there is never police around when we need them? Who says that? Yeah, who says? Faster than that, Leo.
- Tell them it's for me.
- What's going on? Mackey making a deal with the Russians.
Hot prescription drugs.
You know anything about that? They closed a city-funded clinic today for doling out illegal prescriptions.
- People were dying.
- He didn't call you about it? Talk to you about it in one of his private conversations? No.
Did you know our boy has hired a lawyer for him and his team? Checked around, it sounds like her.
- Rebecca Doyle.
- Yeah.
You know her? Met her a few times.
Well, it makes sense.
She knows how to protect career criminals.
There's another brother of a dune coon mother.
Fill our Persian drug boy in.
- I'll wrangle the big man.
- Yeah.
- What's going on? - Come on.
Sofer told me you released Popovich.
He was the one pushing these meds.
He is.
We don't know where he keeps his supply.
We couldn't hold him.
Phillips drilled me a new ass channel for my lack of community awareness.
This bullshit's gonna ding me.
I'm working on something that might cool your anal burning.
I'll let you know.
There was two missing persons over Peaches Pyman.
Reported a red Infiniti stolen this morning.
Puts Alex Gardling missing May, 2004.
6-foot-5.
A perfect peg for a very large hole.
- You found my car? - Yes, we did.
There something I gotta sign? - Just need to ask you a few questions.
- Anyone else have the keys, Peaches? Not to the car.
My realtor has the house keys.
Just sold my house.
- Moving out of state? - No.
Just out of the 'hood.
Where were you when the car was taken? Sleeping in, I run a sports bar.
Didn't get to bed till after 3.
We need to ask about that missing persons report you filed.
On Alex? That was over a year ago.
- You're just following up on that now? - Alex your boyfriend? He was.
He sent me an e-mail a few months later.
- I should have reported that, I guess.
- So he's alive? No, I don't think so.
He was terminal.
Some kind of blood disorder.
He didn't wanna put me through that.
He moved to Panama.
Wanted to die in his boyhood home.
So he e-mailed me to apologize and say goodbye.
Had the techs plant cameras and mikes.
Gives us a 360-degree view of the whole space.
Front row seats to Mackey's drug swap and cash infusion.
- Hey, he's on.
- How's our cancer victim? He's doing okay.
He's real worried about his brother.
Well, he should be.
How's your gut? Same, I guess.
You should stay home tonight, take it easy.
We can take care of things.
Okay.
You hear anything else about that other thing? No.
We're gonna give our guy a call.
See if there's movement.
All right, man.
Thanks.
Yeah, yeah.
We're in a holding pattern right now.
- Yeah? - Hey.
Our CI's giving us the 20 on those bad scrips.
Thought you might wanna be there, spin it that Aceveda way.
I'll give a call.
You bring the cameras.
Yeah, I understand.
Right.
It was Mackey.
He wants to turn picking up the bad drugs into a media event.
After he makes the trade and takes the payoff in private.
- Steals his cake and eats it too.
- Look, I got a district to take care of.
You don't mind sticking around, do you, councilman? - Why? - Help me get rid of that bad feeling.
You know, Prednisone's pretty toxic stuff.
Hi, Drew.
You looked in my desk? Your drawer was open.
I glanced over.
Unbelievable.
Why don't you talk to me? I just wanna help.
It's not about what you want.
- What's going on? - Who are you? I live here.
Shonda Cromwell.
Well, we got a warrant to search the house.
Oh, my God.
- What did Peaches do? - Detectives.
- What is it? - You're not gonna believe this.
Is that a? Is that a body? Damn.
He must've pissed somebody off.
Yeah.
Or maybe he was caught rifling through their drawers.
Or maybe his dying wish was "dry clean only.
" You recognize this guy? - Breaking up is hard to do.
- We found him that way.
- In your garage.
- Oh, my Lord.
No, no, no.
Alex, baby.
Oh, no.
No, no.
No.
No.
That's not the response of a woman who tried to bury a guy in the woods.
No, it isn't.
Sit down.
Someone will get your statement in a minute.
- What's that about? - When you gotta go, you gotta go? I checked out that e-mail that Peaches said came from Panama.
Turns out our IT guy says it came from an internet cafe in Burbank.
Long way from the Canal.
- No kidding.
- Thanks.
- Nice catch on that Infiniti by the way.
- Oh, sure thing.
God.
- What happened? - Danny.
- Danny, you all right? - Oh, shit.
- You okay? - Doctor? - No.
It's just stupid.
- She ran into the pole.
- Just help me up, okay? - I'm sorry.
Are you sure you're okay? No, I'm fine.
Just, who put the goddamn pole there? I got it.
I was walking this way How's the head? I just gave Tina a whole lecture on "never let them see you cry.
" Then I go and give them a ticket to my emotional breakdown.
Christ.
When I was pregnant with my first, I trashed the aisle at the Ralphs because I couldn't decide which disposable diaper to buy.
I just don't I don't know what I'm doing here.
None of us do, sweetheart.
They all need to mind their own damn business.
You just worry about what's in here.
Let the rest of us wade through the sewer.
How you gonna handle it if he makes the deal? You gonna go in, or wait till you have more? Gonna use the shock and awe.
Take them into custody, separate them.
Full court press.
One of them will turn on the others.
See you later.
Good luck tonight.
Hidalgo was afraid of being deported.
We weren't gonna do that.
What else? Said sometimes people who cooperate get their green cards.
- No wonder he was so happy to help.
- It's true.
Well, yeah, if you like, help bring down a cartel.
But it worked.
He's been cooperating.
He ID'd the first black woman you put in front of him.
Now the witness is an illegal coerced into a statement by a false promise of citizenship.
Shit.
- It seemed like the right thing to do.
- It wasn't.
It'll be okay.
Dutch man's got a plan.
- Sorry to keep you waiting.
- It's okay.
- Is that pregnant cop all right? - She'll be fine.
- It's a crazy day.
- God, no kidding.
Jeez, and with Peaches killing Alex like that.
- I just can't believe it.
- Well, no one can.
- What do you mean? - We mean, Peaches didn't kill Alex.
She loved him.
You killed Alex.
And you a crazy bitch because I ain't killed no one.
Then why did you send this man to dig a grave in the Angeles Crest? What's the going rate for day workers? You also work two blocks from the café you e-mailed his Dead John letter from.
So Peaches would stop looking.
And your shrink-wrapping preserved Alex so well we've got your DNA all over him.
Trying to move the body before Peaches sold the house.
- Shit.
- First rule of hole digging: If you're standing in the hole, stop digging.
So tell us the truth.
One crazy bitch to another.
All right.
Look.
He was with Peaches.
- But then he came on to me.
- It's understandable.
We started having some fun.
But then he falls all in love with me and shit.
Wants to tell her everything.
Peaches owns the house, she would have kicked my ass out.
- He wasn't worth all that.
- What happened? We had sex.
Started fighting about Peaches.
I keep a bat beside my bed.
Shit just happened.
Up against the truck.
Don't you trust us? Sure.
What makes you think I don't? - When do we see the drugs? - Don't you trust us? Hey, Vic.
Old French Zocor.
I think I arrested him once.
That's all of it.
Everything we have.
Good.
Open it up.
Let's get the real meds.
We ready? Go on my call.
Babak, meet your new boss.
I want to see merchandise.
Got just what the doctor ordered.
Show him.
Yes.
You got that tingling feeling like I do? We got it right here.
Here's our good faith.
The 10,000.
Come on, you deserve it.
Just take it.
Yes.
That's bullshit.
He almost kill my brother.
He poison him and then he take our business.
What's he doing? Where'd the gun come from? - Let him go.
- Hey.
Hey.
Son of a bitch.
- Go ahead.
I don't give a shit.
- Can't let him walk out of here.
He'll give us all away.
What the hell? - You take care of it.
- No.
He's your problem.
He's our problem.
Come on.
There's gotta be another way.
No other way.
You want relationship, huh? Just not in the face.
- Go in.
Go in.
- We're a go.
Vic.
Vic! - Freeze! Freeze! - On the ground.
- Let's go.
- All right.
All right.
Let me see them.
Don't move.
Secure.
All clear here.
Sir.
All suspects are accounted for.
Vic, what the hell is going on? IAD just shit all over our sting.
Who's this? Who's this? Detective Baham.
- There were blanks in the guns.
- What are you running? We were trying to establish a relationship with the Russians.
Knew Popovich wouldn't let the Persian threat get out alive.
Killing the competition would have been the blood tie that binds.
Prescription drugs is just the tip of the iceberg.
This shitbag's got ties back to the Kremlin.
Would've been a huge win.
Did you think I was making a deal with Russians? That I'd actually kill someone? I don't know where you got intel.
He ran the whole operation by me.
I guess IAD will spin any kind of fiction to stain good cops bad.
Uncuff my men.
You idiots did enough damage for one night.
Book him for attempted murder and illegal dancing pussy.
It won't topple the ROC but at least it'll make a dent in the local machine.
Councilman.
- Gannon come out of retirement? - Hey, if it ain't broke, it ain't the Barn.
- Heard about IAD.
That's bullshit.
- Yeah.
Typical.
- How you feeling? - A little better.
Thanks.
Can I get you something to eat? - I sort of lost my appetite.
- Right.
Should we talk? About what? Well, maybe I can help.
Looks like the dad's not in the picture.
Yeah, well, the dad doesn't know.
I think it's better that way.
I just I don't think that he could handle it right now.
I'm gonna do this on my own.
If you change your mind.
Offer still stands.
All right.
Thanks.
I've got lupus.
I've had it for 15 years.
It's just been flaring up lately.
- Fifteen years? - Got my girls.
James.
I've got family.
I just need you to be you.
- Little Southern will comfort that belly.
- I'll stick with the pink.
I like the pink.
Billings wants us to clean.
Make sure there's no code violations.
Seems someone ratted him out to the fire marshal.
Who would do something lik e that? You know what we should do? Should get rid of this shit on the locker.
It's close to this light.
No, not the trophy.
I went 3 for 4 to win that.
You were 0 for 5.
But who's counting? You know what? Screw it.
It's a cheap piece of shit.
You know what? We'll just beat IAD again next year.
Hey.
Hey, Dutch.
I just wanted to thank you.
You keep going out of your way to help me, and, well, I just really appreciate it.
Oh, sure thing.
Any time.
Well, I'll see you tomorrow? - Night.
- Night.
Word is IAD stepped on a big sting you guys were setting up on the Russians.
They just keep hurting the good guys.
Could've picked it up on Lemansky's wire, maybe.
Thought you guys were making some kind of deal.
- Possibility.
- There's egg all over IAD's face.
If this tipped Kavanaugh that you're on to the wire he's gonna be pissed.
I have Ronnie sweep for bugs every day.
He found one in the clubhouse.
It had to be Kavanaugh.
So we spun it our way.
Just like you said.
Jesus Christ.
You knew the place was bugged when you talked to me.
- That conversation.
- You used me too? - Any part of that is privileged.
- You withheld information.
- They can't - You lied.
No.
It happened fast.
Look, I'm winging it here.
I'm sorry.
Any move he makes against us now just seems like part of an ongoing misguided vendetta.
I better prepare our next move.
Because Kavanaugh is going to arrest Lemansky.
- Try to hurt you by hurting him.
- We'll be ready for that too.
You know what? We'll just beat IAD again next year.
You want me to go back to the Barn? Plant another one someplace else? Billings wants us to clean.
- Mak e sure there's no - Don't bother.
Seems someone ratted him out You know, Farmington did beat us in the semi-finals.
- Could have been talking about that.
- Thanks, Buzz.
You should get going.
Not the trophy.
I went 3 for 4 to win that.
You were 0 for 5.
But who's counting? You know what? Screw it.
It's a cheap piece of shit.
You know what? We'll just beat IAD again next year.