Think Mara changed her mind?
Does anyone want any coffee?
Thanks, but no.
-Hello? -Put on Claudette.
She wants to talk to you.
I'm glad you called.
My husband's giving Vic a 5:00 deadline to come up with $100,000.
Okay.
Corrine's supposed to hand the money to Shane...
...by the fountain in Hollenbeck Park.
I appreciate you working with us.
-Promise Shane won't get hurt. -I promise.
Because I know how some suspects wind up dead getting booked.
You are going to make sure that every cop in that park understands...
...that Shane going after Vic and Ronnie was self-defence.
So he'll cooperate with us?
I can get him to cooperate.
He's gonna have to get something in exchange.
I'll do everything I can.
That's not good enough. You need to guarantee he'll get a light sentence.
Otherwise, I will blow this whole thing out of the water.
I will work it out with the DA.
Just make sure he's treated okay.
That was beautiful.
That was beautiful, baby.
We just walked Vic and a bag of dirty money into a bust.
We never have to worry about that prick coming after us ever again.
The only problem with getting Vic arrested...
...is we lose any leverage to negotiate a deal if we get caught.
That's why we can't get caught, because I'm not going to prison.
And I'm sure as hell not gonna let you end up there.
When Vic makes contact with you, you're hearing all this for the first time.
You go along with it reluctantly.
Don't sign on too easily.
Having a problem with all this won't be a stretch.
I don't want you wired for your initial meet.
Vic's a master at smelling a setup.
When he hands over that money, we'll be recording it.
How does Vic not figure out that I set him up?
We'll play as if he's been under surveillance for a while.
We'll go through the motions of arresting you.
I don't like this.
What if Vic finds out or something goes wrong with Shane?
We will take every precaution.
You came to us to get Vic out of your life...
...to close the book on him forever. Let's do that.
How does somebody get witness protection?
You'll have to testify.
That's not gonna happen.
Like I said, Vic can never find out that I helped put him in prison.
It's his own doing.
Then why do I still feel ashamed about this?
A little overdressed for your paper route.
Pezuela's grieving widow.
Obit mourns an international business guru's tragic suicide.
His shrink should be sued for not recognising the seven warning signs.
Only Pezuela wasn't suicidal.
Just goes to show you...
...you never know what's going on inside someone's head.
Suicide my ass. Beltran had him whacked.
The only question is, whether or not he used you to do it.
Hey, whoa.
You're giving me a lot of credit there, Dave.
Olivia's not returning my phone calls.
Now you drop a body in the middle of my campaign.
Well, you were the last one seen mudwrestling with Pezuela.
You're not screwing up my investigation...
...and costing me the mayor's job with one last scandal, Vic.
Nice to know that justice is still your number-one priority.
-Hello? -Corrine, I need to see you ASAP.
It's important.
I'm on my way to work, Vic. What's up?
It's not something I can get into over the phone.
-Can you take a personal day? -What's wrong?
Meet me by the fountain in Hollenbeck Park.
How soon can you be there?
Vic, this is crazy.
It's gonna be fine, just meet me here at 5:00.
You're gonna give me a bag full of money...
...to give to the guy who tried to kill you?
So Shane can take his wife, his kid...
...and this whole Vendrell shit storm out of the country.
What if he tries to hurt me?
He saved you once from the Armenians.
It's me he wants to hurt, not you.
Maybe you shouldn't do this, Vic.
When Shane calls, tell him he's on his own.
Or blame it on me.
I just need you to do this one last favour for me.
You certainly caught yourself a break...
...Pezuela's narrow-mindedness being cremated along with the rest of him.
Narrow-minded, how?
I can understand him being down with La Raza.
But 40 percent of the dope trade in this city...
...is black-owned and operated.
Never could get that prick interested in affirmative action.
Our experience with the blacks in Phoenix, San Diego...
...have never been good.
Because you don't have a trade rep fluent in the culture.
And that's costing you market share.
And you would be an upgrade?
A white cop who's made a career at cracking the heads...
...of low-level gangbangers?
You would be surprised at how much sense I've knocked...
...into some of those heads over the years.
And if I was interested?
I'd set up a meet-and-greet with the black board of directors...
...offer to become their exclusive supplier...
...below current wholesale cost.
Year or two, you'd have a monopoly.
I don't meet and greet.
Sure.
Wanna minimise your exposure to law enforcement.
I'd be happy to take the meeting, negotiate terms.
I would need a substantial security deposit from the blacks.
As a show of good faith.
Of course.
What do you need, Mackey?
Back in the day, we had an understanding.
We did?
I don't recall that far back.
Just two dinosaurs sitting down now.
I need you to arrange a meet with your board of directors.
I got a business opportunity.
Business? What do you know about our business?
You and your five-0 crew only swarm on the street level.
Thought it was about time I started using my entrepreneurial skills...
...go to work for the other side.
So you come to me and the board with this...
...because Vic Mackey is all about the black man rising?
I don't give a shit about the black man.
I'm just looking to earn.
I'm guessing that's the first honest thing you've said in a month.
I'm gonna need to think on this for a minute.
Beltran's still taking my temperature. But he'll come around.
Get him to trust you to the point where you have access...
...to the cartel's workings.
Has he mentioned any illegal dealings yet?
He's still playing it quiet.
Pezuela give you anything?
Besides attitude?
-He's an uncooperative shithead. -No worries.
Only a matter of time before I know everything he knows.
Hope that includes what he did with the blackmail box and my file.
I turned his world upside down looking for it, and still no luck.
Good news is, with Pezuela in custody, he can't get to it to use it against you.
It doesn't mean somebody else won't.
Look, I've got two jobs.
Gathering enough intel against Beltran...
...and the cartel to deliver ICE their biggest bust to date...
...and cover your ass by finding that file.
I intend to come through on both.
-Yeah. -The meet is on.
72 Pine Bluff, Inglewood.
-Two p.m. -That was quick.
What do you think, man?
Men's jail is headquarters, baby.
Something you need?
This new guy handing out the mail must be dyslexic.
They keep mixing up our mail. When's Danny coming back?
Unis responded to a shooting, victim pronounced at the scene.
Steve, need you too.
Kid's name is Cardell Rhodes.
-Gunned down outside his house. -The football player?
-You know him? -Coached him in Pop Warner.
I'm sorry. I need you and Steve to get on over there.
-I thought I was riding a desk. -Not today.
I've got everyone sweeping the streets ahead of the motorcade:
stash houses, dealers, hookers.
Much as I want out of my forced detention...
-...Julien's history gives him a leg up. -You're right, go with Ronnie.
-What's up? -Never mind.
Another victim. Minor injuries.
-He was treated at the scene. -I'm going back to my crosswords.
I'll meet you outside.
Hey, Steve. Steve, I need you to do me a solid.
I took a bedroom tumble with a woman on the force.
She found out she's not the only teeter-totter, got pissed.
Now she's trying to jam me up with Claudette.
This chick wrote a letter to Claudette laying the whole thing out.
Should stand out as personal. I'm trying to intercept it, but I gotta work.
You know, Ron, you and me, we had our friction.
But in a world of crazy coozes, trust me, I got your back.
That poison panty-gram won't hit Claudette's desk.
Thanks, man.
First mail delivery came in, nothing.
Shit. Might not come until this afternoon, maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe not. He could be screwing with us.
We can't take that chance.
Good news is, you're trapped at the Barn.
Was. Claudette just put me on a 187 with Julien.
-You can't bail? -Believe me, I tried.
How's that other thing going? One minute, one minute.
I think I see a play with the cartel.
-More on that later. -That sounds kind of iffy.
I don't do "if." I'm only about "when."
All right, I put something over here for safekeeping.
You all know what I'm talking about. Now where the hell is it?
You think your quality of life sucks?
You wait till I get done with you. Now where's my gun?
Hey, dog's ass, I gotta talk to you.
Think pink while you can, hero.
You die now amongst the righteous and the urine saviour.
It's not loaded, pigpen.
I've arranged the trade summit. All the senior management.
Need to know how much weight you can provide.
It's a tempting opportunity...
...to eliminate the competition in one fell swoop.
Absorbing them into your corporate structure...
...means less waves, more profit.
Pezuela was here for how long and he never moved past the Byz Lat level.
Pezuela....
Pezuela was a waste of clothes.
But he did manage to renovate this place...
...build a few others to store our product.
Over budget and behind schedule.
You're gonna fill this whole place with drugs?
The blacks understand the terms?
They will.
Disagreeable people.
Well, they've gone through some shit over the years.
I'm gonna be walking into an adversarial situation.
You got a few guys I can borrow?
You forget, huh?
My background is professional military.
Cardell and I are talking.
He dives on top of me, pulls me down.
Then I hear gunshots. Kid saved my life.
-How did you know Cardell? -I'm here on a recruiting trip.
Cardell was my prize get.
He was on his way to a Heisman. Special talent.
His field vision was one of a kind.
That kid had eyes in the back of his head.
I coached him a while back.
You guys vet these kids pretty thoroughly.
Problems in his personal life? Enemies?
Look around.
The shit you have to put up with to get a BCS bid, take a banger to brunch.
-Rhodes was affiliated? -No way.
I had to get permission from the shot-caller just to get a sit-down.
I'll talk to his mother.
He was a child of God.
But I don't have to tell you that.
You knew my baby.
Do you have any idea who might have done this?
Why would anyone wanna hurt my baby?
No.
Hard to understand why the good Lord would let something like this happen.
I see it every day, all day.
Tests my faith, believe me.
Mister, faith is all we got.
I lost my son last year too.
He was killed in a drive-by.
Sorry to hear that.
So they're saying this happened...
...because Cardell was running around with a gang.
-You think that's what this is about? -No.
Here's my card.
If you hear anything, give me a call.
Recruiter says Cardell was repping Acorn Park.
How does he know what goes on around here?
He had to have a sit-down with OG's to talk to Cardell.
That wasn't Cardell. I knew him.
I get your history. We gotta look at everything.
Kid's the closest thing to a hero this neighbourhood ever had.
And nothing would make me happier than to be proved wrong.
Let's chat with the factions.
You get with Acorn Park, and I'll discourse with Spookstreet.
You're using the ICE sting on Beltran...
...to scam 100 grand off of Beenie Spears' guys?
I don't know how else to come up with the money to buy off Shane...
...given the time frame.
Playing both sides is crazy dangerous.
How long before Beltran or the board figure out they're getting jacked?
I only need to keep it together a couple of days.
Enough time to get Shane ghost...
...walk Beltran into a jackpot so ICE can take him down...
...in exchange for giving us an overall deal and immunity.
Jesus.
I've got Billings back at the Barn intercepting Shane's letter.
The wheels are coming off the whole goddamn thing.
I'm on the way to this fundraiser. Could use some backup that speaks inglés.
Can't. Claudette's got me hip-deep in some shit.
Okay. No worries.
Goddamn it.
You don't have to be on this stakeout if you're not up to it.
If you have to take me there on a damn stretcher with IV's running...
...I'll be there to take down Vic Mackey and Shane Vendrell.
Need help finding something?
I'm looking for my medicine. It was here a minute ago.
Is this it?
-Jesus. -Take it easy.
How's Vic gonna get the money?
Somebody could get hurt or worse.
You wanted me?
Vic been in communication with Ronnie today?
Ronnie's gotten a couple of calls. Don't know who.
We're moving on intel that we're convinced will give us Shane Vendrell.
We have reason to believe we'll make another arrest.
Vic Mackey, for aiding and abetting.
If you're free of the other case, I'd like you involved.
I'll make myself available. Just let me know when.
Wanna give you a heads up so you can prepare yourself...
...to throw bracelets on former colleagues.
Ronnie and Vic might be planning something.
-We don't know what. -They were your teammates.
It's pick-a-side time.
If I get wind of anything, you'll know.
Good. I'm also borrowing backup from Rampart.
I'd like you to take point.
Is any of this gonna be a problem?
Not at all.
Changing suppliers benefits us how?
Lower cost, unlimited supply, highest-quality product on the market.
We've been with the same wholesaler since before you had a cowlick.
This meth, made from pure Mexican ephedra...
...cooked up in a state-of-the-art laboratory by a team of PhD chemists.
Clean as a virgin's whistle hole.
And a lot cheaper than the shit that you're getting.
You sure you wanna undercut your price on the street?
We pass.
But you haven't even sampled the blow.
We got love for Beenie.
Only took this meeting as a courtesy to him.
We got too much history with our connect to just go astray...
...for some cop.
A peckerwood cop at that.
I lay out a proposal with enormous financial upside to you people...
...and you just dismiss it out of hand?
Why don't you take a look outside that window?
That's what's in your future.
I asked my boss for a little backup today.
That's what he sent.
Your spic boss wants to throwdown, bring it.
Because I see two trucks eight deep with Mexican gardeners.
They hear a shot out there...
...there'll be an RPG in this living room before I hit the floor.
Put that shit away.
Let me tell you about the landscaping job those gardeners did...
...in Rosarito Beach, Mexico, last year.
Them and a convoy of amigos rolled up on a police station...
...murdered everyone inside.
Forty-seven people.
Cops, dispatchers, janitors.
That was my spic boss's plan for gaining market share in the area.
Now, if they're willing to do that to their own countrymen...
...imagine what they're willing to do to a handful of stubborn soul brothers.
And you think I'm a peckerwood?
This ain't no proposal.
It's a gank and grab.
I'm just trying to increase the peace...
...and promote racial harmony through economic opportunity.
Buy-in's 200 large.
I can wait if you need to run to the ATM.
Jefe, wrong way.
-Señor Beltran's in other direction. -I'll catch up. Got an errand to run.
No, jefe.
Our instructions are to be your seguridad.
We gotta get the money back to Beltran right now.
He's waiting.
Shit.
I'm gonna need some gas.
-Yeah. -Code Red.
Third and Alvarado, gas station, men's room.
Trash can.
There's a package. You know what to do.
-Highest priority. -I'm in the middle of something.
You get your ass over here as fast as you can, and I mean soon.
All right, sweetheart.
Daddy has to work late.
I'll see you later, okay? Love you.
Kids are terrific, huh?
You got any?
Van Bro.
Gardocki, my man.
What's good? What's up, black?
I heard what happened to the Strike Team.
Guess you must be the last cat standing.
Upright and breathing.
Signify your own path...
...you won't get caught up in other folks' bullshit.
That's how I do. And look at me.
Standing strong and doing the damn thing.
But, Van Bro, what is up with this?
You used to have talent.
Hey, that's non-representational art right there.
It worked for Basquiat, it work for Van Bro.
-Take it. -No, we just want information.
What do you hear about the Cardell Rhodes shooting?
Rumour going around the cats making book got pissed at young blood...
...for point-shaving against Dorsey.
Cardell was involved in gambling?
I wouldn't wanna speculate on that for certain.
But little man with all that speed stepping out of bounds...
...with all kinds of daylight numerous times...
...you got to wonder about the spread.
Where'd you hear this?
Fourth-hand knowledge.
Don't really have any specific names.
You might wanna check with Deuce on Bronson next to the laundry mat.
Appreciate it, though, you keep Van Bro's name out of your mouth.
Stay black.
-Detective Billings. -Anything yet, Steve?
Oh, shit. Right.
Let me look.
Deuce says it wasn't point-shaving.
Cardell's been playing it smart, stepping out of bounds to avoid cheap shots.
Saving his knees for the next level.
The bookies knew that. Factored that into the spread.
No, no mail yet.
-Just keep an eye out, okay? -Go.
-Head back to the Barn. -I wanna talk to that recruiter...
...as soon as he gets back from scouting that kid.
-Polk's a victim, not a suspect. -Exactly.
Maybe he was the target.
That's worth a conversation.
I gotta go get a prescription filled. I'll meet you back there, okay?
Hey, yo, my man.
Hey, man, you goddamn deaf, homey?
-What are you looking to get into? -None of that goddamn stepped-on shit.
I ain't seen you before.
I'm changing slangers. I'm looking to bring my business to you.
Now, you wanna get paid or what, man? Because I'm looking to get low.
Let me see what I'm working with.
I'm gonna hold a dub, coz.
-You ain't no cop. -You need to work on your street skills.
You're gonna walk me into that stash house off Normandie.
I ain't doing shit for you. I'm 16.
Take me in, they'll call my mom.
-I don't have her number. -Hey, bro, why you tripping?
I can do this shit all day.
What's it gonna be? You do what I tell you?
Or blood coming out your ears?
How much fire power inside?
Enough to shred your bony white ass.
How much cash?
Eight to 10.
-Had a good couple of days. -Let's get this done.
-What happened? -Beats the shit out of me.
They was up and slanging two hours ago.
You ain't a cop. I was right.
And you're a goddamn genius.
We got a runner.
Got a runner. Hey, freeze.
Police.
One hundred grand, earnest money.
Don't smoke. Don't drink.
A man of few vices.
For me, it blurs the edge.
The edge is where we live.
All of us, all the time.
People try to convince themselves otherwise.
It's just an exercise in self-deception.
A philosopher?
Former cop.
Same deal, less horse shit.
Things come easy for you, huh?
You mean one of these hard-work-is-its-own-reward guys?
I had grandparents like that.
They died miserable and broke.
You've accomplished a lot in a very short time.
You need to understand something Pezuela never did.
You've got an action hero on your payroll.
Okay.
She's in position.
I've got a visual.
Tell me she's gonna get through without cracking.
I'd feel better if we could communicate with her.
That wire is risky enough.
I don't want Mackey sniffing anything.
Ronnie's here.
Vic's not with him.
It's Gardocki.
What's he doing, recon for Vic?
Julien, you have a visual on Mackey?
-Negative. -Where's Vic?
-This is for you. -Vic was supposed to be here.
-Is he all right? -He's fine. Something came up.
Come on, get him talking.
That what I'm supposed to give Shane?
-Good girl. -I gotta go.
-Thanks, Corrine. -Ronnie is his goddamn errand boy.
Mackey's a no-show. Prepare to apprehend Gardocki.
No, no, Mackey might be watching.
You hold your positions until you've got a visual.
-We got Ronnie dead to rights. -We got Gardocki on tape.
We can file on him later. We haven't got the real bastard.
Stand down.
Do not engage the target.
Shane's an hour late.
This doesn't feel right.
Thinking Mara got cold feet, spilled to Shane?
They're not coming.
What if Vic figured out that I was working with you?
That's why he sent Ronnie.
Jesus Christ.
Okay, she's losing it.
Why didn't you give me something so I could hear you?
Somebody talk to me.
-Okay, call it. -Yeah.
-All units, abort. -Copy that.
Goddamn it.
So now what?
Bottom line, we gotta hunker down...
...while they sweat the streets on account of the president.
The danger is they know you think like a cop.
So they're expecting you to hit certain targets.
But they don't know how I think.
If you got an idea on how we can score some cash, baby, lay it on me.
-The safe at the real-estate company. -Come on.
No, there's a lock box...
...where the coordinator keeps the cheques.
Mara, if I can't knock over a stash house...
...what makes you think we'll walk into a bank?
And cash stolen cheques made out to an escrow company?
They also keep the cheques for apartment rentals.
-First, last, security deposit. -So?
Most the time, they're cashiers cheques.
Folk in the 'hood don't have chequing accounts.
Well, I can pass a cashiers cheque, no problem.
I don't know about cracking in no safe.
No, no, I have the combination.
Been filling in for the assistant manager on leave.
So I'll go in, grab the cheques and go.
-Too dangerous. -Only people there are cleaning crew.
Think they don't know you're fugitive?
They're illiterate and don't speak English.
I'll go in.
I don't want the mother of this little girl...
...in harm's way any more than she already is.
For a guy in a close race...
...you'd think you'd have more pressing matters than to stalk me for my vote.
Been looking into the circumstances surrounding Pezuela's suicide.
And here I thought you'd miss the prick.
Interesting facts surfaced...
...when I reached my contacts at the coroners office.
Cruz Pezuela ate a bullet less than 24 hours ago...
...yet his body is already back in Mexico.
Why waste time taking out the garbage?
A suicide in L.A. County...
...coroner's required to perform an autopsy.
But he never had the chance.
That's because Pezuela isn't dead.
Is he?
I got some place to be.
We can debate the eternal qualities of the soul at another time.
Is Pezuela testifying? What's he saying about me?
I played my cards, you played yours. I took the pot, I win.
Now step away from the table. Game over.
No, I still have one more card to play.
I'll go to Beltran and tell him Pezuela is alive and testifying.
I will wreck this investigation before I let you and Olivia cut me out.
What makes you more afraid?
Being denied your legacy as the great brown reformer?
Or it coming out that your campaign is financed with dope money?
We have a common cause.
Are you asking me to be your friend?
I'm asking that we both respect the other's endgame.
-Hey, how goes it? -Fine.
-Claudette had you out on something? -Checking a lead.
Something on Shane?
Turned out to be nothing.
Hey.
Everything okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
Polk's back from San Diego. I'm gonna go see him.
You got that covered?
Yep.
Great.
Well, what about drugs?
Our intel says the cartel's a major supplier across the Southwest.
Beltran never mentioned any drugs.
This guy's all about banks.
The scale of this thing: infrastructure, transportation, security...
...looks like they're planning to wash half the Mexican GNP.
Chaffee wants to find a way to imbed our agents with you.
It's time for me to pull Ronnie Gardocki into this thing.
Rather use someone from our end.
This isn't the time to play. Ronnie and I have a shorthand.
I need Beltran to feel he's got reach into the police department.
-I can't say yes. -That's the way it's gotta be.
Meanwhile, this is yours.
Pezuela's blackmail file on you.
I just found it.
If I'm honest, I was tempted to hold onto it.
Pull an Aceveda, use it to squeeze you.
Thank you.
I just gave away any leverage I ever had on you.
Now I'm out of a job...
...and I'm cosying up to the most dangerous men in the Mexican cartel.
And even if I fool Beltran long enough to stay alive...
...I've got no future I can plan on past tomorrow.
I need a place to land.
Can I count on you for that?
Excuse me, mi amigo. Hey, mi amigo.
Let's go. Get back.
Be quiet. Be quiet.
In the back. In the back.
Hey, come on, let's go. Right there.
Be quiet.
Be quiet. Be quiet.
On the floor, damn it. On the floor.
Hit the deck, damn it. Right now.
Down. Down.
God.
All right.
Right, 32. Left--
Hey, shut up, I'm trying to think here.
Twenty-seven right, 16.
Okay, 32 left, 27 right, 16.
Shit.
Okay.
All right, anyone moves, morto.
Mara, come on.
-I got-- -Bring him.
Just bring him, come on.
Let's go. God.
Hurry up.
-God. -What?
That goddamn safe.
Okay, I dialled right 32, left 27, right 16.
You have to pass 27 twice, remember?
Stop on it the third time, and then right to 16.
-I don't know what that means. -Oh, God. Here, take him.
Hey, Jackson. Be still, buddy.
Be still. Be still, okay?
Buddy, that's it, huh?
What?
-Okay, we've got it. -Okay.
So how'd we do?
Five thousand, give or take.
That will work.
Shane didn't show up today?
What happened? I was worried.
Job interview came up at the last minute. I had no choice.
-Job interview? -A position opened up with the feds.
I really have a shot.
Good benefits.
And obviously, we're gonna need it.
Corrine, I am so sorry I left you on the hook today.
I did not want to do that to you.
We sure as hell would have heard if Shane got popped.
Anything happen at the park that might have spooked him?
It was just me and the crackheads.
Listen, just get this money out of here, okay?
It makes me nervous.
Keep it.
Shane might call back.
And if he doesn't, use it for the kids.
-Where did this money come from? -All that matters is it's in good hands.
Please tell me when this is gonna be over.
Soon.
Hi, Dad.
Hey, kid. How are you?
Cassidy, get to bed. You have an early morning tomorrow.
Just wanna show Dad my math test.
Got a 98.
You got a 98.
That's great, kid.
You're really pulling it together, aren't you?
Thanks. Trying.
-Vic. -What? She earned it.
Okay, Dad.
-Love you. -Love you too.
Fax you a list of the kids we met as soon as I get back to Dallas.
That could be helpful.
Just know that, usually, a sit-down for me involves a coach...
...overprotective mother, sometimes a family minister.
With Rhodes, I had a meet-cute with some thug in baggy clothes and a grill.
Got me wondering if a scholarship was a good idea.
For all we know, that thug could've been there as a show of respect.
Make sure he wasn't taken advantage of.
By who, me? I walk into a place like this, I'm Mr. Opportunity.
Money, education, chance to get out of a shitty environment.
That cuts both ways.
You destroy more dreams than you make come true.
That earns you some enemies.
Tell me about it.
Last year, I had a mother come after me...
...after we took a pass on her kid.
Same block as Cardell.
How random is that?
Thanks for bringing Verna down here.
I didn't want her coming down here by herself picking up her boy's things.
Did they find who did this?
Not yet.
Never found the gang member that murdered your son last year either.
No, they didn't.
You were at home at the time of shooting?
I was there watching my stories on television.
Did you hear shots?
No, I....
I heard the siren, though. Then my neighbour came knocking on the door.
If you care about your friend, help me solve this case.
Save Verna a lot of pain.
-All you gotta do is tell the truth. -Of course.
You knew Darren Polk was in that truck, didn't you?
He the same man that recruited your son?
He promised Dion a scholarship, a car, money, all kinds of things.
Then it just, what, all falls through?
Your son was shot and killed a little while after that.
Six months.
Shot my baby in the head at a bus stop.
Mia, as a mother who has lost a child...
...tell me that you didn't know he was in that truck.
With them dark windows...
...I didn't.
I didn't see Cardell.
And that's the truth.
I didn't see Cardell.
That man, he destroyed my boy.
And now he's lying in the dirt...
...when he should be running for touchdowns.
Shit.
Hey, I was just about to go upstairs and take....
Did you get it?
Called IAD. Got the paperwork started on Gardocki.
We'll be ready to hit him with an indictment.
It's fine.
Why don't you go home?
Because I've got work to do.
I talked to Danny.
Now that Vic's not here, she's ready to come back...
...help you take care of things again.
Seeing the bottom of my in-box is not a priority.
We'll get Vic.
At the moment, I'm a little bit more concerned about you.
You know, we can't expect justice out there...
...when we don't demand it in our own house.
Okay, so now you're taking on the problems of the whole world?
Everything is not under your control.
If you don't like the way I'm handling this case...
...you can always leave.
Olivia smelled Beltran's musk on me. Made her wet.
We deliver, ICE is gonna take care of both of us, I know it.
If we close the deal before Shane gets caught.
He and Mara just have to stay invisible for another day or two.
What do you make of Shane taking a pass on that money?
He was just giving us busy work.
Keeping it so we couldn't look for him.
Jesus, this is cutting it close.
Hey, a little ulcer never hurt anyone.
Say hello to my friend, Ronnie Gardocki.
He speaks highly of your character and your abilities.
He taught me everything I know.
Boo Ray.
It's been a minute.
How's the family doing?
-My peoples is doing good. -Glad to hear it.
Look, I need your help on a little business matter.
I'm tapped out. Come back another time.
Look, man, come on, you know these are as good as cash.
All the favours I did for you.
Looking the other way while you ran your weed operation.
Come on. You owe me, homey.
I will make it up to you.
Got yourself in a spot.
Yeah, don't believe everything you hear.
This is 2 grand light.
Fifty cents on the dollar.
That's a pretty steep vig.
Look, it's unacceptable. Give me 75 cents, we'll call it even.
I got enough trouble.
I got a kid. I got another one on the way.
Walk away, white man, or I dial 911.
Put the phone down. You're not a snitch.
Giving up a killer cop ain't snitching in my 'hood.
It's the best I could do.
Anyway, it's a down payment on us getting out of here.
I thought you said this guy was your friend.
That he owed you bigtime.
Baby, come here.
Moving forward.
I guess we need to embrace the reality...
...that neither one of us has a friend in the world.
Except each other.