The third time this month.
I swear, a bird shits too close to the place, the thing goes off.
I got the back.
Don't shoot.
Sir, you all right?
Where are your clothes?
Just stay where you are.
Stay where you are.
You got a moment?
I just put a call in to one of my contacts at Justice.
-Regarding? -It's time to end this.
I'm turning over the blackmail box.
Give you the opportunity to come so we can share credit.
I want Pezuela in jail.
Not for 30 days on some pissant charge his lawyer can plea down to a fine.
I'm the one still washing Robert Martin's blood out of my suit.
So this off-the-books investigation is done.
What about Olivia?
If you turn over that box now...
...you throw a good woman and her career under a bus.
She got herself into that jam.
All she did was to get arm-twisted into helping illegals cross the border.
She doesn't even deal with Pezuela directly.
She got blackmailed to commit an illegal act.
She's the only link we know about.
So if she's got to get dragged down to bust Pezuela, so be it.
Look.
Pezuela uses a guy named Rios to do his dirty work.
Now if I can catch Rios red-handed and make him give us Pezuela?
If you can do that, so can the feds.
I'm on the inside.
I'm the only one now who can get Pezuela to trip up.
You've had your chance.
Just give me one more day.
If I can't pull this off...
...we can both walk into your buddy's office day after tomorrow.
All right, you've got 36 hours.
But that box is getting turned in, whether you sting Rios or not.
He had blood on his hands and chest. No visible lacerations or cuts.
-What happened to his clothes? -He was naked when we found him.
Seems scared, he thinks he hurt somebody...
...but can't remember anything.
Trying to get someone to come down, run a test, a psych exam.
This time of night, good luck.
You want him when we're through?
Steve?
I'm a little busy here.
Any naked girls show up though, give me a holler.
-If psych doesn't want him, I'll take him. -Okay.
The last time we were here, Shane stood right next to us.
He watched as I vowed to get the guy who killed Lem.
All this time has passed...
...and I still haven't made good on my promise.
Why are we here?
Aceveda's taking the box to Justice day after tomorrow.
We lose leverage with Rezian...
...when he finds that that box is out of play.
What do we do?
I've been standing here for two hours trying to figure that out.
I think I've come up with a way to dig us out of our hole.
Which one?
All of them.
I've got a plan that's gonna get rid of our Armenian problem for good...
...take care of Pezuela in a way that secures my badge.
And that will give Lem the justice he deserves.
You were right, we can't just wait around...
...until Shane makes a mistake that's gonna drown us.
As long as he's around, we'll never breathe free air again.
Wait, if we go through with what you're talking about...
-...there's no turning back. -Never thought I have to convince you.
You don't. But doing this in a rush, to meet some deadline...
...we're bound to make a mistake.
Look, it's time we made good on our vow.
We owe it to Lem.
So, what's the plan?
What I'm thinking about, won't ever lead back to us.
Where you guys been?
We've been talking. I let the rough patch between us...
...make me hardheaded about the blackmail box.
I told Vic about that conversation that we had.
Soon as that thing is back in Pezuela's hands...
...Rezian's eternally grateful and we can move past all this.
Problem is, Pezuela's not gonna wanna pay...
...for something he considers his.
But Rezian might.
Our third and final wish to the Armenians.
Considering the hell we've been through...
...might as well earn a little scratch for it.
Call Rezian.
Tell him the owner of the box is willing to sell it for a price.
Okay. All right.
So we get a couple of cholos to play the role of our sellers.
We could milk at least a hundred grand.
I'll find the cholos. Get us face time with Rezian this morning.
We gotta agree to terms before we make the delivery.
Yeah, sure.
I gotta tell you, it's gonna feel real good to move past this.
Already feel like there's this weight--
Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?
Look what crawled in.
Tavon. How you doing?
I....
I'm pretty good. Just got off disability a few weeks ago.
Still have some physical therapy to do.
Really. That's great, man.
Yeah. They got your boy working Hollywood now.
-Hollywood. -Yeah.
Blow jobs from B-listers, sounds like good therapy to me.
It's not so bad. It's--
Hey, Julien.
You went out and found yourself another brother?
They letting you ride in the front of the bus yet?
-Sorry. -Yep.
Doesn't matter.
Listen, Julien.
These guys, they might be tight, but they're not unbreakable.
Listen, my sympathies about Lem.
Thanks.
-What brings you to the Barn? -Oh, I actually, came to talk to that guy.
Got a minute to run upstairs and chat with your captain?
-Yeah. What about? -Gary Barba.
Hope he fell into a meat grinder.
He popped back up on the grid and landed right in my lap.
Sure. Yeah. Let's go.
I'll catch you guys later.
-Yeah. Do that. -See you later.
Who's Gary Barba?
A blast from Shane's past.
Don't worry. It won't slow us down.
I liked Barba for a rape back when Vic and I were working Vice...
...we couldn't get enough to bring him in.
Piece of shit goes off and kills his family a week later.
Only survivor was his 10-year-old daughter Camille.
And he's been a fugitive ever since.
Completely off the radar for six years...
...until this week, when he reached out to Camille.
-No shit. -Her foster family lives in Hollywood.
They contacted us two days ago.
How's Cammy doing?
She's in bad shape.
He's been calling her every day.
At first he wasn't even talking, just breathing.
He's trying to get her to meet face to face.
Camille told me that she was close to you.
I stayed with her in protective custody...
...while we were trying to track down her asshole of a dad.
Camille isn't comfortable going face to face with her old man.
Even with a battalion of undercovers around her.
-She'd only do it if Shane was there. -Can Ronnie spare you?
For this, yeah.
You know what? I've gotta wrap up a few things here first.
I'll meet you there.
Yeah, listen, before we get into all this...
...I just really wanna apologise to you for hitting Mara that night.
Look, what happened in the past is exactly that.
I've moved on, and so has my wife.
I really am sorry.
Okay.
Anything interesting?
Barba's back.
Got a chance to take him. I'm gonna assist.
-We got that other thing today. -I know.
I'll set it up. I'll have to go back and forth.
You appreciate the seriousness of what we're trying to do here, Shane.
I do, but Barba is here today.
-Tavon say anything else? -No.
He still thinks he smacked Mara around.
Good. Got enough problems as it is.
What's the daily word from the streets?
More like a whisper. Nothing worth repeating.
Nothing on the Armenians?
Let me decide that.
I might have heard something.
I'd rather not tell you about it...
...because I'm afraid of what you'll do with the information.
I don't pay you to be afraid.
You don't pay me enough to stand by while you assassinate city officials.
It made my point.
Yeah, and it scared the real Armenian targets right into hiding.
And you know where they are?
Look, I need to be sure there will be no civilian casualties.
I already made my point.
The word is the Armenian Board of Directors is meeting.
All of them. In one spot.
-Where and when? -Tonight.
I'll have all the details soon.
Coordinate with Rios. Give him the details.
If you're gonna go through with this...
...it's gonna burn hot and bright for a long time.
Now it might be best if your boys get lost afterwards.
Real lost.
Why would he come back now?
Baby, your old man is a bad penny...
...and he was bound to show up sooner or later.
The important thing is I am here...
...and I am not going anywhere until you're safe, and he's under arrest.
Shane and I will be listening the whole call.
Okay? And he can guide you through any bumps.
-You ready for when he calls? -I'm ready. Are you?
Look, you don't want him out there, never knowing when he'll show up.
Now trust me, Cammy, you're better off dealing with trouble now...
...than looking over your shoulder the rest of your life.
Okay?
God.
I've been calling you all morning. I practically beat in the front door.
-You were supposed to be at hospital. -I took a personal day.
Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. What's going on?
We were supposed to meet, remember? To talk about counselling for Cass.
Can we do it tomorrow?
You've been bitching to me about being involved.
-Now you wanna do it tomorrow? -I just....
Are you--? Let me look at you.
Are you on something?
Goddamn it, you're high.
I couldn't sleep last night, and I had these pills.
-What kind of pills? -The kind that help you sleep.
Looking at your eyes, they look like downs.
You have any idea how addictive those are?
Between Shane kidnapping us and your ex-cop buddy guarding us...
...I haven't had a lot of rest lately.
Our three children are living in this house under your supervision.
Now if you have to pop downs in order to handle what's happening...
...maybe we should figure out a different plan.
That's just great. Let that be the last thing you say before you leave.
Our daughter's falling apart, and you're snoring the day away?
I can't remember anything after 11 last night.
Where were you then?
Watching the news at home.
Must have fallen asleep. I sleepwalk.
Really?
You ever woken up in strange places before?
Most of the time I come to in my house, the garage, the kitchen.
Most of the time?
Once I woke up at a convenience store.
I was arrested for public indecency.
I was naked then too.
How does your girlfriend feel about you running all over town naked?
I don't have a girlfriend.
I'm married. Well, been separated, six months.
Did you have any drugs last night? Have anything to drink?
No. I'm recovering.
Any idea who you might have hurt?
I was sleepwalking.
You ever see a doctor about this problem?
I know how it sounds.
I'm just scared I hurt someone. I wanna make sure they're all right.
Okay, Officer Hanlon took a sample of the blood that's on you.
Soon as we get a type, we can match it against any reported assaults...
...murder victims in the area.
Was somebody murdered?
Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What happened to your wrists?
Sometimes I tie myself up at night.
To stop myself from leaving.
Okay.
This isn't the first time he's been caught waving his willy.
He told me.
Looks like unis responded to a 911 call from his wife six months ago.
Right around the time Jeff said they were separated.
Could be our victim.
Let's track her down, find out.
-How's the Tavon thing coming along? -Stopped by to check on Camille.
She looks great, man, you ought to see her.
She's really grown up in the last few years.
Really likes her new family too.
You get a lock on this man? We gotta tell Rezian what time this is happening.
Barba wants a meeting in the park. It's gonna be this afternoon.
I tell you, it's gonna feel really good righting that wrong.
Let's go get paid.
Okay.
Open up, you shit heads.
Come on, open this door.
Goddamn.
Smells like a dog's ass in here. You boys forget to slap on deodorant?
Till my people stop getting slaughtered, I'll be interested in survival...
...not luxury.
-You said you have the box? -I don't.
But I found out who does.
Someone in the Mexi organisation's been pulling a fast one on his boss.
Pointing the finger at you while he plays God with his intel.
The heat's getting high, he wants to offload the box...
...once and for all.
-Asking price is $100,000. -Far as I'm concerned, that's cheap.
You're gonna make 10 times that in blackmail alone.
Or sell it back to the Mexis for twice as much and end this war.
It sounds like a Mexican problem.
Let their gang handle it internally.
The Mexicans think you have it, so it's gonna stay your problem.
You're gonna run out of lamb kabobs, have to poke your head out.
Now hopefully, you won't catch a bullet anywhere it hurts.
Forget it.
They'll have no problem getting another buyer.
Can I see this box?
Nine o'clock tonight. That is if you can get the cash that soon.
-The money is not a problem. -Good.
The sellers wanna bring a full crew, guarantee their protection.
-Then I want a full crew as well. -Fine.
You bring your three lieutenants with you. No weapons.
I'll screen the Mexicans, make sure no one has an itchy trigger finger.
Absolutely not.
You're asking me to expose myself and my men while there's a target?
I'll be there with you, armed.
Anything looks out of place, I'll pull the plug.
Can't get a better guarantee than that.
Here you go. Thanks.
What's this?
Composite sketches of the Robert Martin shooters.
Mayor wants them hung in every precinct.
Help yourself.
A man attacks you in line of duty, and this is the first time I'm hearing it?
Army surplus room was supposed to be cleared.
I didn't wanna get another officer in trouble.
You understand if you had stepped forward sooner--
I spent hours looking through mug shots. On my own time.
This guy wasn't in any of them.
This is the first time I've come across his face since that night.
New intel, which makes the Robert Martin shooters...
...the same as our body draggers.
I need the Strike Team to look into where they are.
Any gangs you can roust.
-I know where Shane is. Where's Vic? -He's on his way here now.
-From doing what? -Running down a lead.
-On what? -This ongoing Mexican-Armenian shit.
The shit is what you're trying to feed me.
I put you in charge of the Strike Team so I could have somebody accountable.
He's running down a lead.
If I wanted to be lied to daily, I would have left him in charge.
Now the truth is, that he is running around out there...
...doing God knows what while you are content to sit back...
...and cover his ass repeatedly.
Now, I've told you time and time again, so a reprimand goes in your jacket.
One more, you lose the team, plus your job, if I can manage it.
-You understand? -Yeah.
I am prepared to make it through putting up with Vic's bullshit...
...till the hearing.
The question is, who's gonna be left after he's gone?
Hey, where you off to?
Somebody connected a few dots.
Claudette knows the Martin shooters are the guys who did the draggings.
-She connected them to Rios yet? -No.
-What happened with Rezian? -He's in.
Shane offered to ride the deal from the Armenian side.
I didn't have to suggest it to him.
I think he's already spent his share of the hundred G's.
Holy shit.
This is gonna work, isn't it?
Blood tests on the naked guy came back.
Can you believe this?
My lawyer says my disability case is hanging by a thread.
I'm lucky to get payment for days missed.
Sorry?
Where are we at on Mr. Busada?
Blood came back AB negative, as in not his.
But get this, the wife's 911 call...
...was because he was choking her in her sleep.
-He doesn't remember doing it. -He was sleep killing.
This parasomnia claim is bullshit.
He lied to cover up what he did, like he lied to the ex-wife.
We don't find the victim, he comes off as paranoid.
We do, he's already established his defence.
That Lloyd kid burned you...
...gets away with shooting his buddy, and you start taking it on everybody.
Quit projecting on this guy.
I would hardly say Lloyd burned me, and haven't you got a lawsuit to lose?
Sounds like it's time to have another talk with Mr. Busada.
I'd love to, but I got a legal catastrophe on my hands here.
Dutch boy's gonna have to screw this one up without me.
-I guess I'm on my own. -I could use the diversion.
You okay? What's wrong?
Just got a call from Rios.
He needs safe passage out of country for himself and two others late tonight.
Something big must be going down today.
I haven't heard any lip flapping.
I've been thinking of turning myself in, deal with this the way that I should've.
You've done nothing but protect your brother.
I will keep you clear of this.
-This is my litter box. -I'm not worried.
Why is it that people like Pezuela walk free while you fall on your sword?
Because I don't have any options right now.
Because I did wrong.
You always have other options.
Say you were gonna help these guys with this task.
-How would you do it? -I'm not.
I'm trying to figure out a way to string them, buy us some time.
Time to do what?
If we can deliver Rios on something, we can get him to turn on Pezuela.
Whatever they're planning today sounds like a perfect opportunity.
If we don't figure out what they're up to?
-I can't have more blood on my hands. -We'll never let it come to that.
Just call Rios, tell him you're trying to get his paperwork together.
Meanwhile, I'll find out why he's in such a rush to leave, okay?
Yeah.
I'm gonna take care of you in this.
Señor Rios.
-Give lube-jobs dressed like that? -You have information for me?
Witnesses made two of your boys for the Robert Martin killing.
Same guys who dragged a couple of Salvadorans around...
...like tin cans on a limo.
These the same two guys you plan on using for our thing tonight?
Half the force is already out looking for them.
-Make sure they can't be found. -They won't be.
How's your exit strategy coming along?
-How are your boys skipping town? -That's not your concern.
With my badge on the line, and Pezuela about to be my paycheque...
...you bet your ass it's my concern.
A call has been made.
I'm not gonna do this dance after every question.
How is it being handled?
I received confirmation our new identification is being drafted.
Satisfied?
Be at the Armo junkyard on Bradwell.
Little after 9.
-Everyone will be there? -Everyone who counts.
You put one of them in the ground...
...you better make sure you put them all there.
Anyone having better luck finding these assholes?
Southside door to door got me nothing but blank stares.
Byz Lats are in the dark too.
How'd the takedown go?
Asshole dad sensed something and almost cancelled.
So I'm gonna have to push that other thing a little later.
Show me which locations we have left to hit.
I don't think this other thing can wait.
Why not? You own the cholos. Just tell them to push an hour.
What if Rezian gets cold feet because of these changes?
It's a couple hours.
Which is it? One hour or a couple of hours?
All right, fine.
I'll make sure our Mexican proxies know the meeting's been pushed.
But make sure you and the Armos are there on time.
I wouldn't miss this for the world.
Okay.
I was grabbing Sophia, not choking her.
-I was asleep when I did it. -That's not what you told your wife.
You told her you didn't remember what you did.
I didn't know what was happening.
-I was embarrassed. -Fine.
Let's talk about your trip to the convenience store a month earlier.
I was asleep then too.
I was. I swear.
-I have a disorder. -It's called parasomnia, Jeff.
If you had a problem this severe, you'd know the proper name for it.
I wasn't really diagnosed.
And yet, it's your excuse for everything.
And yet, you won't see a doctor about it.
You're a recovering alcoholic.
You'd hurt someone while drunk, you'd still be accountable for it.
It doesn't mean that it isn't true. You know it doesn't.
You wanna know what I think?
I think the demise of your marriage was making you feel powerless.
Being naked in public was a way to get that power back.
In truth, you like making people experience discomfort.
Most exhibitionists do.
That's the rush. Until it doesn't work anymore.
You amp it up.
Attack someone.
You probably got into some kinky sex.
That would account for the rope burns on your wrist.
Only last night, things went a little too far.
She got scared.
So you silenced her.
Unburden yourself, Jeff.
You did a bad thing.
Don't make it worse by lying about it.
I'm not lying.
Just tell us who the victim is.
I never....
I never meant to hurt anybody.
I swear, I'm not a bad person.
Why don't you leave Mr. Busada and me alone for a moment, Dutch.
I ran Rios through the database.
-Yeah, there's nothing. -There was nothing.
But today, I ran him again, and he was flagged.
They put him on a federal watch list.
Bank accounts, travel and surveillance.
What kind of surveillance?
Camera cops documenting his whereabouts and contacts 24/7.
-Audio too? -I don't know.
Vic, if he gets grabbed, I'll be the first name out of his mouth.
I need to turn myself in now, while I still have some control.
Turning yourself in might clear your conscience...
...but it's not gonna stop what Rios has planned.
And if he thinks you're burnt, he's gonna disappear for good.
I can arrange a meet to give him the fake IDs and arrest him there.
That way, I can turn myself in with him.
We still could get him red-handed. Get you out clean.
What's done is done, Vic.
I'll never be clean of this.
Feds are running visual surveillance on Rios.
Could be audio too.
Shit.
Photos of me and Rios chatting on the same day this thing goes down.
It's gonna be hard to deny involvement when we arrest him for the Armo hit.
Do we call it off?
If letting Rios and his shooters slip through means my family being safe...
...it's worth going through with it.
It may delay us getting Pezuela...
...but at least we get Rezian and his crew members...
...who knew about me and the money train.
And Shane, finally.
I'll call you.
-Who told you this? -Believe me, it's solid.
With the feds watching, Rios is of no use to us.
Get a message to him. Tell him to stay clear of that junkyard.
I'll have his men do the job.
We have to assume that whatever exit Rios has planned was compromised.
-Find another way to get the guys out. -Understood.
You said earlier that you were embarrassed to tell your wife...
...that you were asleep when you tried choking her.
-Why? -It's hard to explain.
-Try me. -It's disgusting.
That I did that in my sleep?
It shows those feelings actually exist somewhere in me.
It must be difficult.
That moment when you awoke...
...and she said what you did while subconscious.
I'm guessing there's a lot of shame with that loss of control.
Must be tiring too.
Having to defend your actions...
...no matter how unacceptable it may seem to other people.
I thought about hurting Sophia.
I wanted to make her pay for trying to take my daughter away.
That's understandable.
I know you must love your daughter a great deal.
Who thinks that about the mother of their own child?
I thought about other things too.
I don't know why....
My brain just goes places.
Like where?
Do you remember that story about the football player in the news last year?
He got in trouble for dog fighting.
He put the female dogs in a box to keep them trapped.
So the males dogs could have sex with them for breeding.
Called a rape stand.
I don't know why, but I couldn't stop thinking about that.
I started to wonder whether I could build one of those for women.
I even made some sketches.
What normal person would do that?
We can figure this out, Jeff.
And whatever you have to tell me, the faster we can resolve this.
We can maybe even save whoever you attacked last night.
I get these flashes.
Blonde hair.
And young, I think.
I see her screaming.
I think I wanted to kill her.
You're doing fine, Cammy. Just fine.
You got six cops protecting you.
I'm scared, Shane.
Look, you're not scared, baby. You're brave.
Okay, this is almost over.
What time is it?
He's not due for another 10 minutes, but let's keep the chitchat down.
You're good with her.
Hey, look, I was wondering.
Would you tell me what happened that night?
I thought Lem told you.
He did.
And I just....
I've been replaying it all in my mind all this time.
What I can remember at least.
And I just can't understand how I'd do something like that.
Hell, we got a 16-year-old girl out there who's scared to death.
Maybe this isn't the right time for this, you know?
Picked a bad day to come out of hiding.
I need to tell her I'm sorry.
Yeah, that should make it all better, right?
And you killed her mom, her two brothers.
You almost killed her.
Promise me you'll tell her I'm sorry.
Please.
Make sure she knows I mean it.
You know what, buddy?
Sometimes it's too late to apologise, no matter how much you mean it.
Now do the right thing, Gary.
Confess to all of it.
Maybe I'll tell Camille you did that.
Nice collar.
Yeah, old-style Strike Team, right?
Yeah, long time coming.
I need a minute.
-Okay. -Good job.
Yeah, thanks.
I need that guy's booking slip. His lawyer called.
You wanna do the back?
-Rezian get the money? -As far as I know.
Okay. Just get there early, and make sure he stays calm.
Look, I know what to do.
I wanna make sure that we don't miss out on a payday, that's all.
We won't, man.
-Okay? -Yeah.
Hey, Shane.
I was wondering if you'd be cool with me stopping by this weekend.
-I'd really like to apologise to Mara. -It's not necessary.
I'll pass it along.
Look, Shane, I'd really, really like to talk to her in person.
I need to try to make some peace with myself.
I appreciate it, really...
...I just don't think that Mara would be too comfortable with it.
Yeah, sure. Sure, I understand.
I mean, hey.
After all, she might not have her iron ready this time, right?
-What does that mean? -Like I said, man.
I've been thinking about that night for a long time.
And I can remember almost everything.
Everything, except for hitting Mara.
You wanna know why I can't remember that one thing, Shane?
-Because it didn't happen, did it? -You've gone through that windshield...
-...harder that you thought. -You lied to me.
Your ass used Lem to cover it up so you wouldn't get in trouble.
I'm guessing it wasn't the first time you had these guys cover your ass.
What's wrong?
Oh, yeah, ain't got nobody here to get your back.
But now I know who you really are.
And so do you.
Hey. Thought you were headed to the junkyard.
I am, I....
I just forgot something.
Look, you know what?
Maybe I've been looking at this thing from my side.
Maybe you guys would be better off.
You know, with a fresh start, without me around.
It's just that....
I don't know that we'll ever be able to put all this shit behind us, really.
So when this is done, and your family's safe...
...if you want me to transfer out, I will.
You do what you need to do, but Ronnie and me...
...we got no axe to grind.
Okay.
Okay, I'll see you on the other side.
Can you believe the balls on that guy?
Hey, superstar. How's the canvassing going?
I got nothing. No one's seen these shooters or heard of these guys.
Splitting up has gotten us nowhere.
The three of us should roll together. See if we can shake things up that way.
I wouldn't mind the company.
Us either.
Hey, give me a minute.
You come to raid the evidence locker?
Here. I've only been taking them for a week.
I just wanted some peace of mind. I'm exhausted, Vic.
And I know I am not doing the best job of handling all this...
...but it's the best that I can do.
Those kids mean everything to me.
And I don't care how many times Cassidy screws up.
I will never give up on her. Never.
So please, don't try to take them away from me. Please.
Corrine, I'm not gonna try to take the kids from you.
-How could you even think that? -We need to figure out a new plan.
I know you.
I don't have the energy to raise these kids while I'm fighting you.
I'm begging you.
You think my first move would be to rip the kids from you?
That's who you think I am?
We both know who you are.
Just please don't do it.
Victim is Fiona Perskie, 34.
Was found in a dumpster.
-How far away from our guy? -A few miles.
He walked there without anyone seeing his ass?
No. He knew what he was doing.
He drove away, got undressed to sell his story.
Stabbed five times.
We're running some tests on the blood.
But if you recognise her as the woman you remember...
...you'd be doing yourself a favour by admitting it now.
Jeff, do you remember what you did to her?
I'd like to call a lawyer now, please.
We gotta stall about five more minutes.
We gotta pull Shane out of there, man.
-What? -I can't do this.
Vic, it's done. It's all set up.
-We'll never get another chance. -I don't care.
It's not too late. We still have a choice.
Do you think that Shane gave Lem a choice?
I'm not Shane.
Don't answer that.
This will just take a second.
-Hello? -Hey, baby.
-Can you do me a favour? -Now's not the best time.
Can I call you back later?
I just need you to stop by the pharmacy and pick up Jackson's prescription.
Yeah, sure, honey.
I gotta go. I'm getting another call, okay?
Okay. Bye.
I said no phones, no distractions.
Give it to him, or we're leaving.
I see any calls to Armenia, I'm coming after you.
Hey there. This is Shane. Leave a message.
Something's wrong. Shane should be answering his phone.
Ronnie, didn't Shane tell you he was gonna be seeing the Armenians today?
Yeah, I think so.
Did he say where?
No. No idea.
Maybe we should roll by Little Armenia, anyway.
See if we get lucky.
The captain was clear about wanting us to stay on task.
-Shane should be answering his phone. -Plenty of reasons he might not be.
We're looking out for one of our own.
I'm not gonna sit back while a team member falls off the map in a red zone.
This is taking too long.
-You trust this seller of yours? -Vic says it's solid, it's solid.
Trust me, we want this over as much as you do.
You know what?
I'll take a look around.
Shane.
He's still not answering.
Pick up the pace a little bit?
One Tango 13. Shots fired in the area of 5959 Bradwell Avenue.
Isn't the Armo junkyard there?
No further, Code 2.
I know.
Yeah. Okay.
-Anyone else? -We just got here.
-On the back side there. -Sure.
-Shane. -Sorry, I'm late.
I forgot to sign Tavon's arrest report.
Had to stop by Hollywood.
No problem.
Just glad you're here.
Where did you get Mexicans? Almost got my dick shot off.
I know. I got some late intel on them. I tried to call you.
Yeah, Rezian took my cell phone.
Jesus Christ, Shane.
-Thank God. -Yeah, no, shit.
I'm still shaking.
Don't see any money.
Looks like our Armenian problem's solved, though.
At least your family's safe.
-Three-twenty-nine, zero. -Yeah.
Seventy-seventy-one....
Victim is now--
-Found a victim for naked guy. -In the dumpster? We got her.
-Captain's working on the confession. -No, Mission Cross called.
They have a blood match for a girl.
Says she had a run-in with a naked man after leaving a bar late last night.
I had a few too many mai tais.
I felt sick, and my friend took me outside to get some fresh air.
But I tripped on the kerb, and I smacked my head into a fire hydrant.
Suddenly, he just came running up to us.
-Did he say anything to you? -Well, he just stood over me.
He kept grabbing on my arms to pull me up. He was, like, naked.
So, I mean, he was a freak.
I just shoved him off me, and I ran back to the bar.
Did he try to assault you at all or act inappropriately?
No. He just gave me the creeps.
Officer. Help me open this door, please.
Call an ambulance.
Vic.
I didn't wanna wake you.
You didn't. What's wrong?
I just wanted to come by and tell you you're safe now.
I let Carlson go.
It's all over. It's just you and the kids.
Nothing to worry about.
Really?
Get some sleep, Corrine.
You've earned it.
So the city is countersuing against my pursuing legal recourse...
...for getting hurt on the job.
Negligent lawsuit.
Then my lawyer won't take the case without a retainer...
...but I can't afford a retainer without winning the case.
Nice legal system, huh?
You gonna eat that?
You know, Steve, someone died here tonight.
Yeah, well, the guy sounded like a nut job.
Maybe, but I missed it. I couldn't close Lloyd either.
You're having a bad month.
Happens to the best of us.
I did my best work when Claudette was my partner...
...because she challenged my assumptions.
Forced me to prove my theories.
For better or worse, you are my partner now.
And I need the help.
Okay?
Yeah.
Sure.
Hey.
You okay?
-Someone should call the wife. -Tina put in a call.
Maybe we should talk about what happened.
I'm going home, Dutch.
Where have you been?
Looking for a place to hide a hundred thousand dollars where Vic won't find it.
One hundred thousand dollars? My God.
Where'd it come from?
It's a consolation prize.
For what?
Vic and Ronnie tried to kill me tonight.
-What? -Yeah.
Are you sure?
Yeah. They set me up.
It's sheer luck I'm even alive right now.
And, you know....
You know, the worst part is...
...they think I'm too stupid to even realise it.