The Shield s05e07 Episode Script

Previously on The Shield.
You ever suck a dick like a cell bitch, cop man? I'm just gonna tell the whole courtroom what went down with us.
Convince Juan to miss his court date.
Took a 40-pound dumbbell to the back of the head.
So Aceveda meets with Juan.
And then Antwon, Antwon gets the deal, Juan gets killed.
I get to notify you that Internal Affairs is investigating your Strike Team.
I'm representing all of these detectives.
Vic gave me some cash in a bag a little while ago.
- How much? - Sixty-five thousand.
I've got lupus.
Had it for 15 years.
Hey, you guys have a Fatima Gardner sign in to see you this morning? - Her brother just reported her missing.
- Started looking at you.
You killed her.
Reported her missing so you look innocent.
Don't talk like that.
I'll talk to you any way I goddamn please.
You can't arrest me and you're not helping me.
I'll find her myself.
Uni says it's rape.
His own sister? - It's not Fatima.
- Recognise the haircut? It looks like I got under Kleavon's skin after all.
- Lem.
One to tie, two to win it.
- Put the bat on that ball.
Guy's pitch is as bad as his arrest record.
- Let's go, butt-head.
- Lay it in there, baby.
I got the next one.
It's all right.
Shake it off, Lem.
Let's go.
- Come on, man.
- Move.
Easy.
- Batter, batter.
- Big swing, big swing.
- Take me home.
- Come on.
- Take me home, buddy.
- This is it.
This is it.
You go, Lem.
Eye on the ball.
Big swing.
Big swing.
Go, go, go.
- You go, Shane.
- Come on, baby.
Come on.
- Let him go home.
- Let's go, Shane.
- Here you go, Shane.
- Watch it, hustle.
Down, down, down.
Safe! Hey, there's no contact allowed.
This is C-plus league softball for God's sake.
- I tripped.
- That's bullshit.
- You gotta call him out, Billy.
- Relax.
Calm down.
- Bullshit.
- Cheap shot.
Hey, Reyes, you know what, you know, you win some, you win some.
This ain't over.
Game's still tied 6-6.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Back off, back off, man.
Get back, get back.
- Back off.
- Jesus Christ.
- Put that away.
What's wrong? - Lose the gun.
- Put that down.
- Let's play again.
Olympic Division calls, you tell them to shove it up their ass.
All right.
- Paul Reyes did just call from Olympic.
- Still complaining about the game? That guy is a sore loser.
Let's tell him to shove it up his ass times two.
- Times two.
- I think he wants your help on a case.
Oh, sure.
Tell him I'll get right on it.
You know, Reyes is heading up that citywide task force.
Maybe you better give him a call.
- All right.
- Where's Sofer? She called in sick, and I can't do her job and mine.
Goddamn it, I knew that baby was gonna screw me.
Gardocki.
Got a minute? No, he doesn't.
I need him for a special assignment.
I can get him freed up.
Who should I call? Tickle your balls on your own time.
- I'll see you in my office.
- Not until his lawyer gets down here.
- Tell her to hurry.
- We'll do that.
I'm gonna feel him out, then maybe spring Fatima's visit his missing death kit on him, look for a crack.
- Actually, I'm gonna go at him alone.
- That's not your decision.
It was his the minute he cut Pauline Wahler's hair to look like mine.
Okay, okay, okay, good, good.
He knows how I operate.
Thinks he's got a bead on me.
Come at him from a new angle.
I'm gonna develop a game plan.
If you want me to jump in ask if he wants you to turn down the air conditioning.
It's a code.
Between San Antonio and here, you've killed at least eight women including one last night.
Your sister's missing 24 hours.
We think you killed her too.
Let's start talking.
If you're looking for a rematch, I left my cleats at the Barn.
- He left half his skin on the dirt.
- It's post-game you looking to finish? No, you guys cheated us.
We'll get you next year.
Since when are you guys good losers? Since I got the news my task force was expanding.
I was thinking of offering your team the slot.
I hear the Barn's a sinking ship.
We could've discussed this over a couple beers just as easily.
I was going to after the game.
Didn't get the chance.
Figured we'd talk over a couple bodies.
Give me a chance to see you in action.
I don't know if you heard, IAD's had a wild hair up their ass about us.
I've tangled with those bastards.
Just means you're getting shit done.
When this case is over, we'll get those beers.
- Hell, I'll even buy.
- Let's go.
- How old? - She was 2, maybe 3.
House belongs to Maurizio Ochoa.
The dead woman is his girlfriend, Jenny Rayball, shot 15 times.
We've picked up Ochoa before.
Deals meth.
Little girl's name was Violet.
Ochoa get popped for busting up his girl? Couple times.
Broke her jaw six months ago.
That sounds like the crank talking.
Let me guess.
He took his stash with him on the way out.
Ochoa hooked up with a Mexican cartel guy in Chino.
Convinced him he had the chops to handle weight.
We been set up on Ochoa for three months.
Had our guy in place to make the buy, just waiting for the word.
Even if Ochoa didn't do this, his business did.
- Could be a rival slanger.
- He was shot 15 times.
It was personal.
- We gotta track down Ochoa.
- He sticks his head up, we'll whack it.
We think he's sitting on a hundred pounds of meth.
To sell.
I looked into your finances.
- You know what I found? - Yeah.
Nothing unusual.
How did you manage to hide your dirty money so well? The only money that I get is from my weekly paycheque.
You trying to tell me that you never took just a little bit off the side? Why don't you provide some proof before you accuse him of a crime? Ronnie, you got any idea where Mackey came up with $65,000 in cash? Don't answer that.
- You said you wanted some proof.
- I think you're bullshitting.
Vendrell, he's got money he can't account for either.
Which means one of two things: Either these guys, they don't include you in the bounty which should piss you off or you're the one guy who's bright enough not to leave a trail.
Which one is it? You just said you checked my records and you didn't find anything.
And I don't keep track of how the other guys balance their chequebooks.
One lawyer for four guys.
Who's looking out for your interest? Because from what I've seen, she's more concerned with steering the conversation away from Mackey.
Who hired her? She's not looking out for your interests.
Let's go.
My client is cooperating.
He's willing to answer questions.
If you have another one, you let us know.
- Come on, let's go.
- Ronnie.
Ronnie, you've been disciplined, you've been careful, but not them.
They're gonna screw this up.
They're gonna bring you down for a mistake that you were too smart to make.
That's it.
Let's go.
We're gonna pick this up later, okay? How'd it go with Kavanaugh? Asked me if I knew where you came up with $65,000 cash.
- Sixty-five? Exactly? - Yeah.
He's been going through our financial records.
- He said this in front of Becca? - Yeah.
What'd you do with your share of the money train cash? - I gave it to Corrine for the kids.
- She gave it up to Kavanaugh.
- What else could it be? - She wasn't calling you back.
- I'll get into it.
- Tell me another way he could've known the number.
- That's gonna look great.
Your ex-wife on the stand talking about money we stole from the mob.
She doesn't know how we got it and she's never testifying against me.
Let's go find Ochoa before he dumps these drugs on the street.
- Yeah? - We're looking for Maurizio Ochoa.
- What for? - He won the lottery.
We're here to give him a cheque.
- Hey, stop.
- Damn it.
- Come here.
- Stop.
Police, stop.
Face down like your little girl.
Just sorry I can't put a bullet in your head.
Get up.
Get up.
Fatima came to us.
Brought us that.
- Whose blood is that? - That's not my shirt.
She also let my partner into your house.
He found a death kit.
Tape, gloves, a knife to control your victims before strangling.
Fatima would never have come to you.
Maybe you found out she visited us.
Or she got so nervous, she showed her hand.
She's known how you hunt women.
If that girl had a problem with me, she'd let me know it.
- Where am I gonna find Fatima's body? - You sure there's a body? You wanted to know of any hits on a Fatima Gardner? Twenty-three hundred-dollar MasterCard purchase on Western.
Sounds stolen but whoever took it may know what happened to her.
- I can't leave here.
- We'll run it down, get back to you.
So why did you follow Fatima to L.
A.
? So she'd continue to look out for you? I thought it was because those Texas cops had you pegged for those murders.
You decided to swim to safer waters.
They had the wrong guy, just like you.
Those boys still living Jim Crow.
They see a proud black man they're gonna come up with a reason to put his ass in jail.
Press him.
What about me? I just gotta see a proud black man behind bars too? You're just like them Texas cops.
Racist white folk.
Don't try to convince me that you're sitting there because I'm some kind of Uncle Tom.
No better than a house nigger called up to the master's room each night.
Okay.
This guy's got a real need for black women to be subservient.
Last time you got in his face, he killed a woman.
We've got him trapped here so press him, hard.
Don't take his shit, fling it back in his face.
He'll get angry, lose his balance.
I need some water.
Take him into interrogation, twist him.
I'll be there in a minute.
When were you gonna tell me about the $65,000? I wasn't.
First you're being persecuted then you're a suspect in a cop killing and now you're just a cop on the take? Sometimes things crossed our path.
Drugs, money.
Sometimes we took a little to use later to help with intel on the street.
Some just ended up in your pocket.
I gave it to my ex, actually.
Looks like Kavanaugh got to her.
I am trying to defend you.
Do you get that? I let your guys answer Kavanaugh's questions because I was told there was nothing to hide.
If you really want me to help you you better mend fences with your ex and me.
We're not gonna have to worry about her.
- Need to find out what side she's on.
- Look, I got two autistic kids.
There's special schools, there's doctors No, that's bullshit.
I'm not gonna use my kids as an excuse.
It's bullshit.
It was easy, all right? No fuss, no victims.
I was clearing twice as many cases as anyone here.
I worked, I knew I was making a difference so I took some for me.
Me.
City got their money's worth.
Trust me.
But that was then.
- I'm not the same person now.
- Why? Because you got caught? Because I wanna still be a cop.
Because I don't wanna be smeared and pushed out of my job by people who patted my back every time I brought some murdering rapist asshole in here.
Because I can do better.
But if I'm gonna have a second chance l'm gonna need your help to get it.
You don't shoot your lady 15 times unless you want the bitch extra dead.
Wasn't enough to break Jenny's jaw, send her to the hospital last summer? I lost it a few times and messed her up.
But I never hurt Violet.
Had 100 pounds of Mexican weight to unload.
What's 30 pounds of girl? You knew we'd rip the place apart once we found them, so you had a choice.
You move two bloody bodies or move the drugs.
A lot easier to hide your meth stash.
Lot less messy too.
You shot your girlfriend 15 times, you killed your daughter and then you pulled your product down from the kitchen ceiling.
Wait, are you saying the drugs aren't in the crawlspace? That's what we're saying.
- He stole them and killed them both.
- Who? - Ted Someshit.
Her ex.
He's the guy.
- Someshit? - Why you so sure it was him? - He's a methhead.
He never got over that his woman left him for me while he was doing a year and a half in Folsom.
He just got out last month.
Wasn't too happy when he found out about the daughter? - She wasn't my kid.
- What? Violet was his.
Someshit's.
He didn't even know.
That's the way Jenny wanted it.
His name's not Someshit.
Shusett.
Ted Shusett.
ME called.
Nothing on last night's vic we can use.
- Not even a hair? - He's that good.
He's such a perfectionist.
He killed extemporaneously without leaving a trace.
Made the move from organised killer to thrill killer without missing a beat.
But he knows it wasn't his best work.
Got impatient, he rushed it.
On edge about leaving trace evidence behind.
Hit that hard.
He screwed up.
Didn't take his time, didn't plan it.
Knows he left himself exposed by cutting the hair.
He said too much with that.
Gotta be kicking himself for it.
Hey, don't let up.
- Have a great weekend, you guys.
- See you later.
Now I know why you won't return my calls.
Shouldn't you be at some Lamaze class or something for your new baby? - That what Kavanaugh told you? - Is it true? - That pregnant cop.
- She didn't tell me I was the father.
But you're a candidate? Well, you must be very proud.
You told Kavanaugh about the money out of spite? - No.
- I gave you the money.
For our kids.
You get angry at me for a second and you wanna send me to jail? No, I didn't want that, okay? He was looking into our accounts.
We didn't declare that money.
- You wanna put me in jail? - He's bluffing.
He wants me.
What man puts the mother of his children in this position? - What did you want me to do? - Nothing.
I wanted you to say nothing.
Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't wanna hurt you.
I'm sorry.
- Hey.
- Ochoa's alibi checks out.
- He was at a house party in Whittier.
- Got a lead on Shusett.
- Apartment on Rowena.
- Good.
You guys should know I told Becca about some of our money skimming.
- You did what? - I had to explain the 65 grand.
- So you just confessed for all of us? - She's our attorney.
- We need to talk about that.
- It's all privileged.
She has to know how best to protect us.
Vendrell.
Why don't you come on up here, spin the wheel? - Bring Becca.
- I don't want her.
Hey, we can't take any chances.
Trust me.
Counsellor.
Get on the ground right now.
Get down! Don't move! Hands up.
Hands up.
Sorry to crash the party, fellas.
- Which one of you is Ted Shusett? - Ain't here.
- Who are you? - Billy Boyd.
That's my brother, Jimmy.
You know where he is? He comes at night to crash.
Don't know what he does in the sunlight.
He kills people.
Like his ex-girlfriend and his kid, for example.
Here.
You hear from him, you call that number.
You don't, I'll have you both arrested for conspiracy in their murders.
You must be doing okay.
You bought a $600,000 house in Atwater six months ago.
- How do you like the area? - We don't live there.
That's right.
Contractor said you gutted it.
- Everything new from the ground up.
- Do you have a question, lieutenant? Actually, you pay as you go? He gives your wife the bills and she writes the cheques.
And we save every goddamn receipt, every invoice, every cashed cheque.
Everything is accounted for.
You wanna see them? Already have.
I've seen everything.
As IAD, you're only entitled to look at department paystubs.
You need a subpoena for any other financial history.
Every penny is accounted for except for the normal, everyday expenses of people living.
- We scrape by.
Wanna jump in here? - You getting help from anybody? Your friends, your family, your relatives? - Doing anything to make extra cash? - Don't answer that.
We're done.
Next time, you submit your questions in writing to my office.
I just wanna know where you get the extra money.
Come on, Vendrell.
Now she's defending me like we're guilty.
Why don't you just put it up in neon lights? I'm not the one with bags of cash floating around.
Excuse me if I step on his questions to keep you out of jail.
This is about more than that.
It's about keeping our jobs.
It's about walking out of here with our pensions, our reputations.
Keeping us out of jail is just one piece of the puzzle.
Until Kavanaugh charges somebody, we just have to deflect.
- Hope he reveals more than he should.
- Not me.
I'm sorry, but you don't represent me anymore.
- Can you give us a moment, please? - Yeah.
All right, what the hell happened up there? He's looking into my records.
What me and Mara bring home, what we're paying for the house.
- I thought that was covered.
- To the penny.
Problem is, there's nothing left over and he knows it.
- This isn't good.
- No shit.
All right, let's just take a deep breath.
While we're still breathing free air.
Vic, we got a shots-fired call from the address you guys just left.
- All right.
- Lemansky.
I need to see you for a sec.
- What happened? - Some kind of shootout.
Dead guy inside is this guy's brother.
- Who killed Jimmy? Was it Shusett? - No, saw them coming up the stairs.
Knew some major stuff was gonna go down.
So I went and got my gun.
By the time I found it, Jimmy was all shot up.
Did you see who killed him? Some cholo dude.
Rolls with Ochoa.
Guess Ochoa was more broken up than we thought about his lady.
- Or he wanted his drugs back.
- He killed my brother, man.
My street intel says someone's trying to unload weight.
Mexican meth.
Shusett didn't go to Ochoa's to kill his ex.
He went to steal his drugs.
Those things flood the barrio, forget it.
- So let's find them first.
- Better yet, let's buy them.
Who do we know who could buy from Shusett without raising flags? I got a dealer.
Street name's Burnout.
He got popped with Shusett once.
- All right.
- I'll check in with my guys.
- Let me know if you find him.
- Great.
My quota's a little low this week.
- Who wants to do the bracelet dance? - Back up.
We need you to buy some drugs from your friend Ted Shusett.
You got popped together once.
Once a fellow fiend, always a fellow fiend.
- Partying don't make us tight.
- Call him.
- Tell him you're looking for product.
- Do I look like a stupid nigger? - Why do you think we're talking? - This is legit.
When he stole these drugs Shusett killed a 2-year-old and her mother.
- So? - Tried to do it the easy way.
Okay, hold up, hold up, man.
A call like that, little girl dead, man streets gonna know I'm the one giving it up.
That's rough on my reputation.
What's the going rate for a reputation these days? Twenty-five grand.
Get him out of here.
That's too much for the department to authorise on less than 24 hours notice.
City council could rubber-stamp a reward, though.
- See you guys inside, all right? - See you inside.
Councilman, glad I could catch you.
You got a minute? I have a speech to give.
Yeah, this is really important for the investigation.
You ever heard of a guy named Antwon Mitchell? You know I have.
Talked to Lemansky.
I don't wanna push on Antwon Mitchell until I heard what you got to say about it.
I don't know what I can tell you.
How did Mackey learn that Crowley was working with Justice? - What's this have to do with Mitchell? - Humour me.
- Well, I suspected it was Gilroy.
- Maybe it was you.
You set up Crowley.
- You tipped Mackey.
- Right, I'm also the fifth Beatle.
Mrs.
Mackey reported that he gave her 65 grand in cash.
What was your share? Running a political campaign gets really expensive.
So is my time.
And now you're wasting it.
I'm trying to figure out how Mitchell and a guy named Juan Lozano figure into all of this.
Lozano was the guy.
Wasn't that the kid who assaulted you? Yes.
- Yes.
- He grabbed your gun? You killed his buddy during a robbery.
Tracked Lozano down yourself.
I mean, that's a pretty impressive bust for a desk jockey.
Then, later, you visited him in county.
Yeah, well, he was planning to appeal his case.
I know that Mackey and his guys have some connection with Antwon Mitchell, and he was in the same cellblock when Lozano was found dead.
Something big going on here.
You, Mackey, Mitchell, Lozano.
You wanna fill me in? Waste your time with conspiracy theories and you'll find yourself even more lost than you are now.
Clerk said it was a black woman who used the credit card.
He wasn't sure if it was Fatima Gardner.
- Is anybody listening to me? - We've got a motel address - What? Say again.
- Terry's the guy you're looking for.
I'm not talking to you.
Say again, Julien.
We've got a motel address where the woman wanted purchases delivered.
We're headed there now.
- Okay, good.
- Copy.
You gotta find Terry, he's the one who needs to be in here.
Shut up.
It's pretty sloppy work you did last night, killing that girl.
Not your usual work of art.
- Why'd you cut off her hair? - Why'd you cut off yours? Don't interrupt.
My questions, not yours.
You used to look a lot different.
How long you been sick? You're the one who's sick, Kleavon.
Please, girl, you're wobbling more than a squirrel fell from a tree.
You may act like everything's all right, but your needle's going back and forth.
Yeah.
I hear your bones creaking every time you get out that chair.
Get in there.
Hey, what am I doing here? One of the victims ID'd the guy you sent to kill Shusett get your crank back.
We can lure Someshit out if we make an offer to buy.
Problem is, we need a 25-grand reward for our conscientious dealer first.
Why is this guy so important you have to pay him? He can guarantee putting us in touch.
He knows Someshit.
It's the fastest way we can get this guy and the suitcase full of crank.
All right, how fast do you need it? Guy stole over a hundred pounds.
He's holding a fire sale.
Matter of hours before he finds a taker.
- Or Ochoa's guy finds him.
- My boys put a lot of hours into this.
Hate to see it slip away, end up on the street after all that.
I can authorise the reward, but expediting it's another question.
A 2-year-old girl was executed.
Two-year-old? Hell, I'll give you some money.
That's okay, pal, we got it.
Let's go.
You didn't tell me IAD set up shop in the Barn.
Yeah, well, this guy's a special kind of asshole.
Kavanaugh's case against you is a hell of a lot stronger than you think.
Since when are you looking out for me? He's holding back his trump card until he can nail all four of you.
Turns out he reports directly to Chief Johnson and even the mayor's office is involved.
This city is committed on getting its PR win off you guys.
But I could broker a deal.
Make sure the jail time's knocked down to one year for all of you.
- No.
- Instead of the seven to 10 that you're looking at now.
- No way.
All you need to do is give Kavanaugh something on the others.
Something that will give the city its win.
Give him Vic? He's dragging you down.
And any of this all-for-one, one-for-all pep talk he's feeding you is a bunch of bullshit.
Fine, but you gotta let me know soon.
When are you gonna get it through your head? - I don't want your help.
- It's just one year.
Lem, one year for all of you.
Just one year for all the shit you guys have done.
But if you're too stupid to take it then the four of you deserve everything you get.
Let me know when you see him.
Let him get in the apartment.
- All right, copy.
- Stay sharp.
Didn't say you was gonna be using my house.
I would've charged you more.
Twenty-five grand was to lure him here.
I said nothing about protecting you.
Man, shit.
Hold on, someone's coming.
Hey, I think that's him.
Okay.
Come on.
Okay, we're ready.
This guy's tweaking bigtime.
- Where's he going? - Shit.
He's going to the wrong door.
- Does he have the drugs? - Maybe in his car, but it's not on him.
What is he doing? I can't see past this goddamn fence.
Arguing with the woman next door.
Telling him he's got the wrong place, he's not leaving.
We need him and the drugs.
Shit.
Hey, Vic, Vic, Vic, Reyes and his guy are moving.
- We gotta go too.
There's kids around.
- No, goddamn it.
Stay put.
- Listen.
- Goddamn you.
Speak to me in English.
I'm supposed to meet Burnout here right now.
You understand me? I wanna see Burnout.
- Chill out.
- Hey! - Let her go! Back! Back! - Get down here now.
- Go! Let's go! - Go, go, go! - Go! Get out of here! - Get back.
- Got a hostage.
- Yeah, and a damn good vantage point.
SWAT's rolling, 15 minutes out.
Back off! You guys back off! Shithead's on a Mexican high.
- We don't have 15.
- No.
- Hey, I want a plane or I'll kill the bitch.
- She's toast, man.
- I want a jet.
- Let's pull back and wait for SWAT.
- Anyone got a better idea? - Lady, you stay over there.
Department lets you guys carry C4? Yeah, just finished my weekend in the Guard.
Never hurts to bring home some supplies from the office.
- Whenever you're ready.
- You sure about this? This woman's best shot at getting out of there alive.
All right, let's do it.
- Yeah.
- It's him at the window.
- It's clear.
Go now.
- Okay.
Ready.
Do it! - You okay? You okay? - Don't move! - Got him? - Yeah.
- Let's get out of here.
- Don't move.
Give me your hand.
Give it.
You had the drugs.
Why'd you have to kill that little girl? Wasn't me.
Drugs were stolen same time Jenny and the kid were killed.
I got news for you.
That little girl, the one you killed this morning.
She was your own blood.
You had a daughter, Ted.
You didn't just kill an innocent child.
You murdered your own baby girl.
Two and a half years plus nine months.
That means you and the ex, what? Christmastime, three years ago.
You do so much meth you forget how to do a little arithmetic, Ted? I wouldn't kill my own girl.
Not if I knew.
Hey, what was her name? What was her name? It's good working with you.
Pretty crazy stunt, blowing that wall.
Yeah.
I talked to my captain.
This IAD thing is really pretty entrenched, so - Means I'm getting shit done, right? - Yeah.
I would love to work with you again.
But the boss He won't have you working for me, so You know what, saves me giving him the bad news.
Me and my guys, we talked about it, we're happy where we are.
All right, I'll see you on the diamond, then.
Yeah.
Hey.
Listen to this.
When I was talking to Kavanaugh, I noticed he's wearing a wedding ring.
But he's been divorced like two years.
What's that about? Maybe this gives us something.
Lets us put our boot on his neck for a change.
Police.
Open up.
Give me the key.
Miss Gardner? Fatima? You need to open up, ma'am.
- It's all right.
It's okay.
- No! No, please, no.
It's okay, ma'am.
You're safe.
We're not here to hurt you.
It's okay.
We have him in custody.
You've nothing to worry about.
And what if you can't arrest him again? Now he knows I've talked to you.
- He values his relationship with you.
- He was always our little prince.
A sweet, sensitive boy with just me, my mom, and auntie.
We just wanted him to know he was special.
Unfortunately, that resulted in his narcissism.
So how do you wanna play this? We found Fatima.
Strangled.
Dumped in an alley.
I'd say sorry, but this is the way you wanted it, isn't it? It's all you.
Your signature.
You're wrong.
You killed her like you did those other girls.
You're telling me you have blackouts after you kill.
You don't remember it? No, this is you.
Your fault.
You should have found her in time.
You didn't even try.
This was all you.
And now you sit here blubbering, expecting mercy from God's vengeance when you didn't even give a damn about those brothers and sisters, the mothers and fathers of the girls you killed.
How many of them had to suffer because you felt you had the right to kill? You didn't respect them, you didn't even see them as people.
And now your own sister? The one who took care of you.
Jesus.
- He is not gonna break.
- He's cracking.
No, Dutch, he's not.
His grief over his sister's death is fuelling his rage.
It's just one more push.
- I can't.
- What? Don't pull out now.
Dutch.
I can't do this.
Well, you have to do it.
There's no evidence.
You've accessed this guy better than anyone else ever has.
That's why it has to be you, now.
You're so close.
I can't.
Look at me.
You accused me of letting you being sick get in the way.
Well, now you're letting it.
This guy is a killer and I don't give a shit how tired or weak or pained you are.
If he walks today, he's gonna come after Fatima or you or some other woman.
So you get back in there and you close him.
As your lawyer, it's a mistake and a big one.
But you know I have to do it.
You can't change the past and it only makes the present harder.
I can't get a fresh start unless I know she has one.
- It's dangerous.
- It makes amends.
I'll deal with the danger later.
Haven't been here in years.
Young and poor, we actually thought this was fine dining, remember? This doesn't feel too weird.
Listen, I You and the kids can't get caught up with this.
- Feels like it's too late.
- No, it's not.
I want you to get a lawyer.
Make a deal that gets you clear with Kavanaugh.
And make sure he gets you IRS immunity too.
- But - Answer all his questions.
From now on, complete cooperation.
The whole truth.
No matter what it makes me look like.
I don't want anything to happen to you.
Let me worry about me.
You just worry about our three.
What do I say about the money? Well, when we needed it, I came up with it.
I said I was gonna take some overtime to cover the expenses.
As far as you know, that's what I did.
But that's not gonna go with anything Let me worry about me.
Menu hasn't changed.
Some things never do.
I should just give them minor bullshit that won't stick.
- Get us all out of it.
- You gonna trust Aceveda now? Hey.
Why are we having this conversation without Vic? Because Vic's listening to his lawyer more than he's listening to us.
I don't like her representing all four of us.
I hate to say it, but we all have different levels of involvement.
They'll get Lem on possession, me and Vic on tax evasion.
You're the only one clean so far.
Hey, I'm in this with you.
And so is Vic.
But I don't like this unified-lawyer front.
Kavanaugh cannot handle four lawyers poking holes in his case.
I say we all lawyer up, get them to throw everything they can at him.
Keep him off balance.
I mean, what are we waiting for? Vic.
The medical examiner found the hair of an African-American male on last night's victim's body.
We're gonna need to draw blood and tak e hair samples.
- I won't agree to that.
- It's not your choice.
It's the court's.
It's real stupid of you.
Got so pissed at us asking you questions about Fatima's disappearance, you finally got sloppy.
Went out there, killed in a hurry.
All the other times, your planning was just perfect.
Why? You've sat here before.
What's different this time? You had a fight with Fatima? She confront you about the other girls? Is that why you finally killed your own sister? - Or was it just me you couldn't control? - I didn't kill her.
You must have known what was happening.
Seen her loathing, her disappointment.
When she came to see us, she said it was all her fault.
- She never came to you.
- Said she should've tried to stop you.
Is that what happened? She tried to stop you? You're bleeding.
- Let's get some ice.
- I'm fine.
Come with me.
No.
Fatima hated you.
Her own brother, a killer.
- She loved me.
- And you loved her? Bullshit.
You killed her over and over.
All those girls.
Texas, here, and God knows where else.
They were all Fatima to you.
You needed her, but you hated her and you killed them until you finally got up the courage to kill her.
- No.
Now with that hair we found on that woman last night we've got you, you son of a bitch.
I got you for her.
And the jury, if I got one, will put all the others on you too including your sister.
- I didn't.
- We have the evidence this time.
- I could never You killed Fatima and the hair proves you killed the woman last night.
She was nothing.
Those others were nothing.
Fatima Fatima was my sister.
So the others, you killed them? Pauline Wahler last night.
Mary Simpson.
Lana Gregory.
They were just things.
You could hardly call it killing.
- The ones in Texas.
- Them too.
But not Fatima.
Not her.
She was a person.
I didn't kill her.
Fatima? You did this? You helped them make me think you were dead? Your soul's gonna burn, Kleavon.
- And until it does, I'll visit you.
- You bitch! You're never gonna see Mommy or Auntie.
They're crying.
What's wrong with you? - Why did you tell them? - Move! - Someone get her out of here.
- You traitor! I'm your blood! What's wrong with you, Kleavon? Put him in there to cool off.
Claudette! - Hey, hey.
- Claudette.
- She's hurt.
- Claudette? Are you all right? - Claudette? - He pushed her.
No, she fainted.
She was out before she fell.
- Claudette? - She fell? - She bleeding? - Don't move her.
Call the paramedics.
- Her neck is - Call an ambulance.
- Claudette? - Hurry.
Hurry.
Who's going to hell now? Hey, hey, hey, Claudette? Claudette? Claudette?