The Shield s06e02 Episode Script

Previously on The Shield.
He screwed my ex-wife with the sole purpose of making this investigation seem like a personal vendetta.
This guy's just pissing He's pissing all over us.
I've made your coffee.
Now, I've been patient.
You need to go.
Okay, stop.
Stop.
Stop.
I'm gonna take a deal.
I got processing tomorrow morning.
We got a way for you to get to Mexico.
We got money for you.
- It's all set up.
- I'm not going that route.
They're gonna make you give us up.
Why did you come back if you weren't planning on leaving? Shane? We're gonna find out who did this and we're gonna kill him.
It's Guardo.
We stepped on his drug protection twice.
Killing Lem was a message to stay away.
You've murdered two of your own team members.
You're done with Mackey.
You're off.
I have proof that Vic had Lemansky killed.
I say that Vic used me as a middleman to set up the hit on his guy.
I'm just trying to get you to tell the truth.
It's just somebody else's truth.
You got Emolia to lie for you.
You just stepped onto an entirely new playing field.
I hope you know the rules of the game.
Sorry.
Claudette had us running down a lead on the San Marcos slaughter.
I thought that was Robbery-Homicide.
They get their loafers dirty knocking on doors.
- Who's the bag of bones? - Jupo Nunez.
Founding father of the Salvadoran gang.
Granted parole yesterday after 50 years of a life sentence.
- Why the early release? - He's terminal.
Lung cancer.
Hey.
Think you can hang on long enough to answer a few questions? - Do I know you? - Vic Mackey.
You're before my time.
But your male nurse probably heard of me.
He's the Farmington cop, Grandpa.
Had the run-ins with Guardo.
You're the one raging war against us.
Came to tear down a dying man? My beef's with Guardo.
He calls the shots now.
I built this gang from the ground up.
Guardo, all of them, owe me everything.
Leaving you here to live in paradise after a lifetime of service.
It's one hell of a pension plan.
You came here to insult me? I came to give you a chance to salvage your life's work.
Now you give me Guardo.
I turn on one of my own, I disgrace myself.
The Salvadorans lost their honour after Guardo killed a cop.
You old-school guys, you knew never to do that.
In return, we showed you a level of respect.
Giving him up is a step towards restoring the glory days.
- I don't know he killed one of you.
- We do.
Besides, maybe a new leader would have a better sense of history.
How to treat their heroes.
The new generation, no respect for the rules.
It's disgraceful.
What's worse is kids like your grandson here are gonna have to pay the price for that disrespect.
That gat he's hiding under his shirt? That's a felony.
Who knows what else I might find if I decide to be a hard ass? Guardo killed an officer? All I have is a number.
It's where we call him to give him a message.
- It's Asher.
- What's going on? I'm at your house serving a search warrant.
- For what? - I don't know.
- Well, who's there? - Kavanaugh, Wagenbach, Wyms.
Is there anything you need me to do? Anything to clean up? No, there's nothing to find.
But thanks for the heads up, though.
Jesus Christ.
Kavanaugh's at my place.
- He's got a search warrant.
- Based on Emolia's bullshit story? Hey, hey.
Is there something that I need to know? What the hell's that supposed to mean? Is there anything there to find? - About Lem or anything else? - No.
- Nothing in Vic's closet.
You? - Just leftovers.
Did you look in the trash? This is a brand-new jacket.
Garbage is what God made unis for.
Thought you were gonna take a personal day.
It's Thursday.
I figure I'll take it tomorrow, get the three-day weekend.
Check the bathroom, would you? Claudette.
Claudette.
- Yeah.
- Found this in the trash.
The circled area is where Portillo Auto Body is.
- Where Lemansky was killed.
- Yeah.
Mackey said he'd never been there.
We should keep looking because if he's this sloppy maybe there's more.
You've read the statement? Swear it's entirely truthful? Everything about Detective Mackey? - Yes.
- Okay.
Sign and date here.
Finished the search of Vic's house and found these.
This is a matchbook from Tama's Costura.
Where Emolia's been working.
Vic said he hadn't spoken to her since he cut her off as an informant.
We don't know when he picked up the matchbook.
Five hundred dollars cash inside his yellow pages.
The exact amount that Emolia said Vic offered to give Lem up to Guardo.
- Vic or the other guys return our calls? - Not yet.
- Was the cash loose? - No, it was in that envelope.
Send it to the crime lab, see if you can get Vic's prints.
Fine, but if you ask me, this is all bullshit.
There's no way Vic offed one of his own guys.
- 451 Jefferson.
Original call was placed by security Phone number tracks here.
Nydia Hernandez.
I knocked.
No one answered.
- So, what now? - We go inside.
Wait for Guardo.
Take him someplace private, find out how he got close to Lem.
Then we're gonna kill him and anybody else involved.
All units stand by for crime broadcast.
Wanted for questioning, Detective Vic Mack ey.
Farmington detectives requesting any information on his current location.
All units - They must have found something.
- There's nothing to find.
Why else would they issue an APB? Why don't we go back to the Barn, see what they found and clean this mess up right now before we dig ourselves in deeper? Now may be our last shot at Guardo.
He's right.
We're all clear.
- Looks like she's Guardo's cooch.
- What are we gonna do with her? I don't have too much concern for Guardo's loved ones.
Someone's here.
Don't get trigger happy.
I want this guy alive long enough to ask him questions.
Shit, he's not there.
What's she doing now? She's making lunch.
How's the new foot patrol going? It's okay, but community relations is boring.
We're not getting any action.
You're putting a friendly face on the department.
People need to feel comfortable.
Robbery-Homicide faxed this over.
It's a composite of a man seen leaving the San Marcos house murders.
Get copies made.
Pass it on.
If you're here to get an update on Vic, I'm too busy.
I'll try to find someone to get you up to speed.
I might have to wait a while.
The cupboard looks pretty bare.
Half my men are out looking for Vic, the other half are helping RHD with this house slaughter.
Would it make your life any easier if I could get you additional personnel? Cops, I need.
A future bill in my mailbox, I don't.
You've been captain for a week.
- Your homicide rate's quadrupled.
- What are you talking about? The San Marcos triangle's a no-man's land between Wilshire, Central and Farmington.
The body count should've been divided out in equal percentages.
Their captains managed to dump all 12 on you.
- How'd they do that? - Well, you're low on the totem pole.
It just happened.
Crime stats will go down.
All I need is time to make my imprint.
Actually, things are gonna get tougher.
The Mexican Police Authority is consolidating three prisons.
Any inmates with three years or less on their sentences are being released.
Based on gang affiliations, you can expect a large influx to cross the border and end up in Farmington.
Some are probably already here.
Okay.
How does this work? Well, I file the paperwork for a budget bump.
As far as Wilshire and Central, I'll try to persuade them to even out the percentages so our district doesn't take the entire hit.
- It's that easy? - No.
But that's how it is.
Now, what can you tell me about Mackey? Jesus, how long does it take to eat a salad? Be glad she didn't have to take a dump.
All right, she's gone.
International prefix.
Guardo's in Mexico.
Goddamn it.
- We're just gonna have to wait, then.
- Not necessarily.
We can't rush this.
We gotta handle it right.
There's an APB out for me.
This doesn't wait.
Look, neither one of you can be seen with me.
Means I gotta do this on my own.
Why don't you go back to the Barn, be my eyes and ears? Gather as much intel as you can.
Hang on, let me check.
You lied to me, Aldo.
You told me you didn't know where Guardo was.
You keep coming here asking questions the Salvadorans are gonna sniff it.
You want me killed? You lie to me again, I'll do it for them.
Guardo's in San Miguel.
Why? - Last favour I have to do for you.
- Fine.
He's bringing a load of scrips up next week.
Mexi gangs are making a big play into the game.
How long's he been in Mexico? Far as I know, just a couple days.
Where's your cell phone? Now leave the keys and get out.
Now get out.
I'll return it with a full tank.
Where've you two been? Running that lead for Robbery-Homicide.
What's going on? We've been calling your phones all morning.
We turned them off.
We didn't want to blow our cover.
The only reason we're here is we heard the APB on Vic.
- You got a search warrant? - I can't discuss the details.
When was the last time you saw Vic? He called this morning.
He was taking a personal day.
Wagenbach and I need to speak with you two.
Yeah.
Yeah, let's get this cleared up.
Your statement taken the night Lemansky died says neither you, Vic or Gardocki had ever been to Portillo Auto Body.
That sounds right.
So why did Vic have a map of the Portillo Auto Body in his house? Emolia told us that Vic was gonna give her $500 to deliver Lem to the Salvadorans.
We found that exact amount in an envelope with Vic's prints on it.
You think Vic set Lem up? You're crazier than that ex-wife of his.
Emolia made numerous calls to her Salvadoran contacts prior to Lemansky's death.
Emolia was outed as a snitch.
She was probably calling to beg for her life.
That doesn't prove anything.
So how do you explain all this evidence? I don't know.
Maybe Maybe Emolia planted it.
Or you did.
That's That's gold.
Please, go on.
I really want to hear this one.
Well, you investigated Vic for six months, you had every resource the department had, you came up with nothing.
Now in the few days after Lem dies you produce a CI willing to testify against him and the evidence to prove it? Come on, man.
Sounds like you know a lot about telling tall tales and planting evidence.
Practise makes perfect, right? Vic didn't kill Lem.
He's being set up.
Look, it's no secret things ended ugly between Vic and Emolia.
Maybe this is just bitch's revenge.
So why'd Vic run? Why isn't he here defending himself? Answering our questions? He probably doesn't even know you're looking for him.
Dutchboy, come on, man.
Are you really buying this bullshit? The evidence is right here.
It's right here.
The only question is what your involvement is.
Vic? It's too late for him.
You tell us where he's hiding, maybe you can save yourself.
An old amigo of mine bunking down in San Miguel.
His name's Guardo Lima.
I need you to repatriate him to the States.
I'm looking for an amigo too.
Byz Lat soldier.
Rumour is he's in East L.
A.
Rocha Garrenzi.
Wanted for three murder-for-hires in Mexico City.
Got his address, aliases.
Why couldn't you bust him down there? He was protected.
Married a bigshot cattle rancher's daughter.
Rocha got tired of milking the same heifer.
Took off with her two niños.
I know about some Mexican drugs coming into town.
- Might have some leverage.
- Lf Rocha's arrested in L.
A the case could get caught in international courts.
The mother and the rich grandparents are looking for a quicker solution.
They're willing to pay.
I'll cut you in.
What about Rocha? I don't care what you do with him.
I just need the kids.
I'll meet you back here.
Oh, yeah.
What did this Guardo do? Why do you want him? He killed my friend.
- Yeah? - Hey, it's me.
I tried Shane, but he wouldn't answer.
He's in interrogation with Kavanaugh and Dutch.
- What? What's going on? - It's not good.
Asher said they found a map of Portillo's Auto Body in your garbage.
Also a matchbook from the shop Emolia's been working at.
Someone must have put them there.
They're building a case.
You gotta fight it.
They can't prove anything.
I didn't do anything.
It's one thing to have Emolia's statement.
Now they got corroborating evidence.
Just stay put and k eep your ears open.
Call Reyes' gang task force.
Find out which Byz Lat is the current king shithead over in East L.
A.
I'll call back in five.
- I hear they found evidence on Vic.
- Yeah.
- Maybe a little too much.
- What do you mean? You ever hear of Ockham's razor? The simplest answer is usually the right one? Good.
Now apply that to the Lemansky case.
All this evidence is pointing to Vic.
Ockham's razor would suggest he's guilty.
Walter of Chatton was a contemporary of Ockham's.
Disputed the razor.
- Coined his own anti-razor.
- What's that? Chatton believed the world was too complex too many variables to assume the simplest answer was the correct one.
Okay.
What do you think's going on? The Salvadorans had a contract out on your life yet you never left town.
- Why not just hightail it out of here? - I won't talk to anyone but Jon.
Kavanaugh's not here and you need to answer my questions.
Only reason I'm in this mess is because of you assholes.
What's this? I'm exploring another angle.
I'll catch you up later.
Catch me up now.
Okay.
We know Emolia was greenlit.
What if she was trying to gain favour with Guardo to save her life? Cut a deal with him? They kill Lemansky, she pins it on Vic.
Mackey's out there right now and you're wasting time talking to her? This interrogation is over.
No, it's not.
I'm not finished yet.
We need every cop we have out looking for Vic.
Private tutoring might buy you favour with your hot unis but it doesn't get us closer to scooping up Mackey.
If you weren't spending your time exploring potshot theories and doing your job, we'd have Vic here right now and not some innocent witness.
Come on, Emolia.
What's up? I have some concerns about keeping Wagenbach on the Lemansky case.
- Why? - I know he's your guy but we may have a problem should this case ever go to trial.
How? A good defence lawyer could argue that Dutch's past relationship with Corrine has strained his objectivity.
Dutch is protecting Vic for his ex-wife's sake? Their relationship is no secret.
They could argue that he has a personal stake in this.
Well, what about the personal nature of the case with you? I'm still an outsider.
IAD's always gonna have an adversarial relationship with the people that we investigate.
But with the way this case is breaking with the evidence that we have to back it up this could be a big win for you.
Finally getting Mackey off the street.
They're building a murder case against him.
And it might actually stick.
We can't let him take this hit.
You know, what if? What if I said that I was with Lem or something? You know, I mean, I had a grenade from the bust.
It just went off by accident.
Making up some bullshit story's not gonna help.
Plus you'd be admitting to aiding and abetting.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
We gotta do something for Vic.
The longer he's in the wind, the guiltier he looks.
Hey, slow your roll, homes.
What's your business? I'm here to see Santi.
Nobody sees jefe without an appointment or a warrant.
Besides, I know the local swine.
I don't recognise your face.
I work Farmington.
Same place your shipment of Mexican scrips is headed to next week.
I don't get to break bread with Santi those scrips are gonna end up in my evidence locker.
All right, let's go.
All right, I need your gun.
City issue.
I can't do that.
Well, then you can't see Santi.
There.
No bullets work for you? Take a hit.
Relax, ése.
No, thanks.
I'm good with the contact high.
So, what brings you to the East Side? I need a location on a Byz Lat still drying the Rio off his back.
Name's Rocha.
So let me guess.
I hand him over, and my scrips make it into town.
Great minds think alike.
- Rocha's valuable to the bosses.
- More valuable than your scrips? - You don't want to bust that shipment.
- You're not giving me any choice.
You bust it, you're declaring war.
Not only on the Byz Lats, on all the Mexi gangs.
I didn't know there was a peace.
I'm gonna give you some money for your time.
You forget my face and the scrips.
I don't need your money.
I need Rocha.
I'm offering you an olive branch.
If you prefer shock and awe, I can arrange that too.
Back off, pendejo.
Watch it, homes.
Little homey's shitfaced.
Junior missed the short bus to school today.
Tell him to lower that weapon.
I ain't afraid of no cops.
I'll do it.
You got no bullets, cerdo.
Or all that smoke make you forget? I got one in the chamber, dickhead.
Your homeys were too stoned to notice.
One of you shoots me my muscle twitch takes out your bad boy here.
So either you and I are gonna leave this basement together or we're gonna leave this life together.
You decide.
It'll be alright.
Stay back.
Back off.
You got until the next red to tell me where Rocha is.
He's putting a hit on a One-Niner, jumped my lieutenant.
Which One-Niner? Which one? Which one? It's going yellow.
Name's Big G.
He deals on Eighth and Alameda.
By Colvin High? When's this going down? - Later today.
- All right.
Rocha doesn't show up or you warn him, I'm gonna show up with more than one in the chamber.
- Now get the hell out.
- Well, at least slow down, ése.
- Get out.
- Slow down, man.
Big G.
Check y'all niggas later, all right? Yeah, so? Your lucky day.
Someone's planning on killing you.
I actually give a shit.
I best be going, then, right? You're not going anywhere.
The killer can't find you, he can't kill you.
And that's gonna be a problem for me.
If this vato does a drive-by, gets shots off before you get him? This guy's pro.
Gonna step right up to you put two in your chest, one in your head.
- Supposed to make me feel better? - Get back to your spot.
Hey, thanks for coming in.
Two unmarked police sedans have been outside my house all day.
I was a cop's wife long enough to know trouble.
When was the last time you spoke to Vic? Last night.
He said someone was trying to pin Lem's murder on him.
A warrant was filed for his arrest this morning.
For what? For Lem's murder? - He would never.
- Evidence is pointing in that direction.
What evidence? You don't believe this, do you? There's no way that he would ever do anything.
Kavanaugh's generated some proof.
Listen, you need to prepare yourself for this to go either way.
You need to start preparing the kids, okay? - Corrine, wait - What are you doing to my husband? - Ex-husband.
- I know you hate Vic.
That doesn't give you the right to destroy my family.
Vic had Lem killed because he was a threat.
- Evidence proves it.
- I don't believe you.
I don't believe any of this.
Let's talk somewhere in private.
Get off me.
Where do you wanna go, to my house? Put your hands all over me again? Pin me against the door? Try to screw me to get back at Vic in some demented, twisted way? I only asked questions.
You used your badge to get into my house and then you tried to touch me.
I didn't feel safe.
- Corrine - No, listen to me.
He He entered my house under false pretences.
And then he tried to sexually assault me.
I want to file charges.
Are you sure about this? Take my statement or I'm gonna file charges somewhere else.
Just stay there.
Drop it! Where are you keeping your kids? Who the hell are you? Your father-in-law hired me.
He wants the kids.
You tell me where they're at and I'll let you go.
The cavalry's gonna be here any minute.
- The Moreland Motel, Room 8.
- All right.
Good.
What about letting me go, man? Yeah, I feel like shit about that.
- How's Corrine? - She's filing charges.
Sticking to her guns.
Attempted sexual ag.
- You believe her? - I believe she believes it.
Wouldn't have thought Kavanaugh was capable of that.
Makes you wonder what else he's capable of.
Yesterday, you insinuated Emolia might've been lying.
Setting Vic up.
Today, not a peep.
Why? Maybe considering everything we suspect Vic's done you see him going down for this as some sort of karmic justice, whether he did or not.
I know he's a bad guy.
The evidence is the evidence.
It's tempting to let sleeping dogs lie especially when the dog's as rabid as Vic.
But I've got one chance to right this ship, Dutch.
To do it, I have to put an end to a pattern of silent deals and moral exchanges that steered this place off course.
That means to pursue the truth and the truth only.
Yesterday I thought Emolia was lying to me.
I still do.
I can't prove it, but I'm starting to think Kavanaugh fed her the lie.
One thing believing Vic's innocent.
But to accuse Kavanaugh of setting Vic up a whole other can of worms.
- He's already lied to me once.
He said he met Emolia yesterday at Sid's Coffee.
I pulled footage from the No Kavanaugh.
No Emolia.
The truth may not always lead us down the path we want but it's the only way to fix this place.
Get Emolia, bring her back down here.
- You brought their mother? - She insisted on coming.
Where's Guardo? - I'm sorry, I couldn't get to him.
- That's bullshit.
You didn't tell me how connected he is.
Couldn't get close to talk, let alone shanghai him.
I don't give a shit how connected, I kept my part of the deal.
He's got too many people on his payroll.
It's impossible, I'm sorry.
- Maybe he's got you on his payroll? - I'll make it up to you.
These people pay me well for delivering these kids.
I'll increase your cut.
Plus ask any other favour.
- I don't want money, I want Guardo.
I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do.
Goddamn it.
All right can you get close enough to give him a message? - I might be able to do that.
- Then you meet me here in two hours.
Oh, no.
No, I understand.
It's just I'll call you back.
- Captain, why is Emolia here? - I need to ask her some questions.
Great, I'll come with you.
I'd prefer some alone time with her.
But you can't question her without me being there.
The last time I checked I was captain of this house, not you.
Wanna watch, there's a front-row seat in the observation room.
It's part of her deal.
She's been burned by the people here before.
And I promised her I wouldn't leave her alone.
Fine.
But you're just listening.
Emolia, I said those things about Sebastio, it wasn't Vic.
He always took care of you two, you know that.
Come on, Emolia, please, don't do this to him.
Emolia.
I love this room.
It's my fav ourite one here.
It's kind of ugly.
Cold.
It's not much to look at but it brings the truth out in people.
I've fixed a lot of wrongs inside these walls.
That's what we do in here, Emolia: - Find the truth.
- I already told you the truth.
That story you spin about Vic? I don't buy it.
- That's your problem, then.
- Guardo wanted to have you killed.
You made up a story about Vic so that you could get witness protection.
Now does that sound about right? You can answer her, it's okay.
Vic wanted Lem dead.
Gave me his location to give to Guardo, that's it.
Officer Lowe.
Officer Asher, I need you.
I want you out of this room.
- Not gonna happen.
Assistant chief - I don't care what deal you made.
Either you leave this room on your own or I'll have these two officers do it for you.
- You gonna be okay? - Yeah.
I've read your jack et.
You've been in a lot of trouble but nothing like this pissing match between Vic and Kavanaugh.
I'm getting witness protection.
Starting a new life.
- I'm doing okay.
- You're not doing okay.
You're trapped.
You're scared.
You're living in fear.
You're Ping-Ponging between these two men who have done nothing but use and abuse you.
And I'd have more sympathy for you except you let them do it for a buck.
- For my son.
- Your son? What are you gonna tell your son about this time of your life? That you let Vic and Kavanaugh steal away your soul? Or that you were lost and found the strength to free yourself? I know you're scared.
I'd be too.
But I can offer you a way out if you let me.
- How? - First, you have to tell me the truth.
You've helped this department out before and I can see about arranging protection.
I am offering you a way to be rid of these men forever.
Tak e it.
Because they're leading you down a path that is destroying you your son and everything around you, and you know it.
Everything will be all right.
It's gonna be okay, I promise.
I need to Need to talk to Captain Wyms.
- I have to talk to her, please.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- Promise you'll protect me? - I'll do everything in my power.
But first you gotta tell me the truth.
I fed her the story.
Coerced her statement.
Planted evidence in Mackey's house.
But I framed a guilty man.
- You sure you weren't tailed? - Yeah, where's Guardo? Tonio boned me.
Couldn't bag the whale.
Well, what do we do now? - Switch bait.
Nydia home? - Yeah.
Hey, hey, hey, man.
- What's the plan? - Just follow my lead.
- Nydia Hernandez? - Yes.
Detective Mackey.
- Detectives Vendrell and Gardocki.
- What's going on? We have information someone's planning on kidnapping you.
- What? - Department's investigating a Mexican drug lord named Salceda.
An informant of ours has told us that he's That he's planning to kill your boyfriend, Guardo to take over his drug-protection business.
I don't know any Guardo.
- You're not his girlfriend? - No, never heard of the guy.
Well, then maybe we're looking for another Nydia Hernandez.
Well, I'm sorry to disturb you.
If you're not his girlfriend you've got nothing to worry about.
Wait.
Guardo told me never talk to cops.
Why would someone want to kidnap me? It's Guardo Salceda wants but he's in Mexico.
Our CI learned that he plans on kidnapping you to use you as bait to lure Guardo back to L.
A.
We worried we weren't going to get you in time.
We need to get you to a safe house while we hunt down Salceda.
- I should call Guardo, warn him.
- No, we don't know who's listening.
Our intel says it's an inside job.
We have to move you now.
- How long is this gonna take? - A day, two at the most.
Ronnie will take you to the safe house.
We'll pack some clothes, meet you there.
Come on, we better get going.
Okay.
What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you doing? Vic? Just pack, I'll explain later.
Never cheated on anything before.
The first time I do, I get caught taking the dirtiest man I ever met off the street.
You set another cop up for murder.
Threw away your career.
I fail to see the humour.
I guess I didn't practise planting evidence, manipulating witnesses and covering my tracks.
You sacrificed your integrity for Vic Mackey.
You were better than that.
You used to be better than him.
I still am.
Take his gun and badge.
You're under arrest for interfering in police business.
I assume other charges will follow.
- Put him in the cage? - No, take him straight to Police One.
Cuff him in front.
Keep it quiet.
At least I have Mackey out of my life.
He's not my problem anymore he's yours.
What's this? It's the message I want you to deliver to Guardo.
A necklace? You deliver it to him in person.
You tell him that Nydia's been kidnapped.
He ever wants to see her again he has 24 hours to get 50 grand in cash in person to L.
A.
I don't want any part.
Let alone what you do to him.
- Vic, come on, think about this.
- You're delivering a message.
Your involvement ends there.
And I'll forgo my cut for the returned kids.
Okay.
Tell Guardo call Nydia's cell phone when he wants to set the meet.
Hey.
Hey, a ransom? Last thing we need is more dirty money.
I could give a shit about the 50 grand.
Once Guardo finds out Nydia's been kidnapped he'll come to L.
A.
Word gets out he can't protect his own girlfriend who's gonna trust him to protect their drugs? Vic, don't do this.
Please.
Lem's gone.
Nothing we can do can bring him back.
You push this too far, man, we're gonna lose you too.
Guardo has to pay.
- Where's Nydia? - Bedroom, sleeping.
This just turned into a kidnapping.
- What do you mean? - Vic sent a message to Guardo: If he doesn't meet us in 24 hours, she dies.
- What do we do if he doesn't show? - Oh, he'll show.
- This her cell phone? - Yeah.
- Lf he does, what do we do with her? - I don't know yet.
Vic, this is wrong.
You two don't have to be involved.
Go back to the Barn.
Keep your distance from me.
- How's he doing? - He's beautiful.
I'll see you.
- How are you? - I'm exhausted.
He's been colicky, keeping me up all night.
I do have good news, I wanted to tell you face-to-face.
Any excuse to get out of the house.
I need some adult time.
You passed the Sergeant's Exam.
- Congratulations.
- Oh, God.
Bless you.
I start wearing these as soon as maternity leave is over? The slot's available, effective immediately.
If you don't take it, your name goes to the bottom of the list.
I have to come back to work right away? Or you pick another slot, if it opens up.
What happens when men make the rules.
You sleep on it, let me know in the morning.
Hey, either of you two seen or heard from Vic? If you do, tell him he can go home.
Why's that? Because the case against him has been dropped.
So if he's still in the country tell him he can sleep in his own bed tonight.
- You're clear.
- You can go back to work.
Just let Nydia go.
We got a reprieve.
Dutch and Claudette saved our asses.
Let's just get her out of here.
She's how we're gonna get to Guardo.
What happened to no more unilateral decisions? Shane's right.
I want this guy just as bad as you, but not like this.
- This is too risky.
- Every second he gets to breathe and Lem doesn't is unacceptable.
I'll do it myself.
What the hell is your problem? Can't you listen to anybody but yourself? Lem wouldn't listen about Mexico.
He's dead.
Is that what you want, man? You wanna die? You want to go to jail? You want us to go to jail? Go home, get some shuteye.
I'll guard the fort for the night.
Thanks, Jack.
I'll just be a minute.
You've been a very busy boy.
Planting evidence.
Coercing witnesses.
- Assaulting my ex-wife.
- I learned from the master.
Told you you weren't ready to play at this level.
Wouldn't have mattered even if I was.
The truth is it isn't your time yet.
But it'll happen.
The universe will take out its trash when it's ready.
Looks like it already has.
You corrupted everything around you.
Turned a good man like Lemansky into a thug and a thief and you got him killed for it.
I tried to become you for a minute but it wasn't worth it.
I'll take my lumps, go back to my life.
But I won't be the one hearing my dead friend's screams in my head.
You preach all the existential bullshit you want but I'm the one going home to my bed while you're still here.
I'm at peace.
Are you? Soon enough.