NARRATOR: Previously on The Shield:
Fainted. She was out before she fe... Claudette.
They gave me some cash in a bag a little while ago.
How much?
Sixty-five thousand.
I need that money.
When talking to Kavanaugh, I noticed a ring.
He's been divorced, like, two years.
You ever heard of a guy named Antwon Mitchell?
I know Mackey and his guys,
they have some connection with Antwon Mitchell.
Her body shows up with bullets in it from your two gats.
You'll be doing time for a long, long time.
Waste your time with these theories
and you'll find yourself even more lost than you are now.
KAVANAUGH: About six months ago, we found this kilo of pure heroin
in the glove compartment of your car.
You never logged it.
Why hasn't he arrested Lem let?
Kavanaugh's gonna get Emolia to give you up.
You're not safe here. I gotta move you.
Why? What happened?
Got possible leaks.
You said Vic wouldn't find out.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
Vic, what the hell?
You didn't return any of my calls.
Kavanaugh, what did you tell him?
That I saw your guy take the heroin.
Six months, you could have warned me.
One of my men, maybe all of us,
are going to jail because of you.
But without you, lAD's case goes away.
[DOOR OPENS]
Jesus. It's you.
REPORTER [OVER RADIO]: Reported today that Saudi Arabia
has offered a proposal to Syria...
[TOOTHBRUSH SWISHING]
[STEAM WH ISTLI NG]
[TOOTHBRUSH SWISHING]
[DRAWER SLIDES]
[WATCH TICKING]
[KEYS JINGLE]
[CHATTERING]
Antwon Mitchell.
ANTWON: Well, you're the right color.
But for some reason, I feel that, uh,
you're workin' on the wrong side, brother.
Jon Kavanaugh, Internal Affairs. Los Angeles.
Really? What part?
Lately, I've been based in Farmington.
Don't tell me you have officers stealing ghetto kids' bicycles
and taking their candy?
Come on, say it ain't so, Joe.
You recognize these gentlemen,
I know.
Need to know everything you know about these men.
You want everything,
and I just need something.
The pope himself couldn't get you mercy time
on those two cop killings.
Let's just say I'm trying to keep hope alive, then.
I could see what I can do
about your accommodations and privileges here.
I run this goddamn place, man.
What is it that you think I'm not gettin' up in here, huh?
Pussy?
I tore some of that shit up this morning
and I'm not talking about the cellmate kind.
You're obviously no fan of cops.
Here's your chance to help me
put four of them in a dark, dark corner.
See, now you're venturing into an interesting area
but I can't feed my peeps with no moral victories.
How do I know you even have shit on these guys?
Shane Vendrell?
I could bury this banjo-playin' asshole.
Bitch likes to talk the walk.
But if you put a boot on his throat,
his eyes tear up
like a little bitch.
And bitches, they give up their buddies.
That's what makes 'em bitches.
The price is simple.
I help you put away these four fine young men,
you make sure you put them away right here.
You want them to spend their time here?
Yes, that way every morning, I can see their smiling faces
when I'm eating my oatmeal.
So you can kill them, right?
You got me all wrong, mister.
Scout's honor. No deal.
You know my name.
If your brain clears up,
give me a collect call.
Sorry you wasted a drive, Joe.
What was it? Three, four hours?
You're forgetting, time is on my side.
That's where you're wrong.
You see, me, I'm just living one real long day.
You're the one who has the ticking clock in his ear.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be here talking to a man like me.
You change your mind, give me a call.
DISPATCHER [OVER CB]: Handle code three, 1-Tango-10, roger that.
VIC: Six-Paul-11 to control.
I'm code six at 5029 King Drive.
We're gonna need additional units for evacuation
and the bomb squad.
You're not gonna believe this.
But someone tossed a bunch of grenades
into a backyard barbecue.
DISPATCHER: Did you say grenades?
VIC: Yeah. Live grenades.
Stay right there.
[TIRES SQUEAL]
PARAMEDIC: There's a husband.
Hey. What happened?
You here on IAD business or you just visiting the front?
Just tell me what happened, all right?
Backyard barbecue.
Somebody tossed four or five grenades over the fence.
M26, Vietnam era, time delay.
That one's a dud.
All clear.
VIC: Good. Let's go.
Victims?
Spookstreet Sou ljahs-
They're a local black set.
Friends, girlfriends, kids.
SHANE: Hey, I, uh...
Found this in the house.
RONNIE: Already cut, bagged and weighed.
It's a Spookstreet distribution crib.
Gang retaliation?
If Spookstreet was beefing we'd have heard about it.
Local sets around here don't carry
this kind of heavy artillery.
You might wanna stand back.
There's some real police work goin' on here.
SHANE: Take this around front?
Sure.
JON: Kyle, thanks, man.
KYLE: No problem, Jon.
You said you got a call last week
from an El Salvadorian contact
offered you a job assembling grenades?
Last week, you said I was a liar.
You were feeding me bullshit stories
like you're trying to get out of testifying against Mackey.
Cut this for her, will you?
A bunch of grenades went off today.
Maybe now you'll listen to me.
I need you to tell me what's going on.
You want information?
Then promise me I won't have to testify
against Vic or his guys.
We've been over this already.
You not testifying against Mackey is not gonna happen.
You're cutting the pieces too big.
The only thing keeping you out of jail
and Sebastio out of a foster home is my good grace.
So you tell me what you know about those grenades
or the next person cutting his food
is gonna be a social worker.
Owner of the Spookstreet house that got bombed is Latasha Dunn.
Son's name is Marcus Dunn.
Street name is MC Dunn-Good.
Dunn-Good's a Spookstreet lieutenant.
Why don't you and Ronnie go scoop him up?
All right. Vic.
My C.l. has intel.
It's the Salvadorians. I think she can help.
Emolia's friend, Maria, contacted her last week.
Salvadorians were looking for girls
to assemble a large shipment of grenades.
You heard about this and you didn't share it?
We've all seen his nose for quality intel
is not exactly reliable.
She gave me tips before. Most of them were bogus.
So your main witness against Lem is unreliable.
That's good to know.
BILLINGS: All right, so, what now?
My team will set up a meet between Emolia and Maria.
We'll work our way backward to the tossers.
You're not putting her in the field.
It's too dangerous.
She told us there's another shipment coming.
You want every night here to be the Fourth of July?
All right.
Your team can run the investigation.
But decisions involving Emolia,
I have final word.
I don't run an op
without makin' all the calls.
Neither Vic nor his team will have
any unsupervised contact with Emolia.
And they do anything on the sly to threaten or coerce her,
I'll pull her immediately.
[CHUCKLES]
And either myself or Agent Irwin
will be with her at all times, all right?
Do it.
♪ Just another day ♪
♪ Come on ♪
IDay ♪
HEY-
Look, we can deal with other stuff tomorrow.
What's important today is that we track down these grenades.
Your safety, that's my number one priority.
You may have all worked out a deal, but I haven't.
Now, you want my help?
I wanna know what's in it for me.
That's not what we talked about.
I need $20,000.
For Sebastio to get help, like Vic's kid gets.
Let's talk about this later, okay?
No. Now.
This department's always looked out for you.
You help us crack this,
there'll be something in it for ya.
Maria says the bosses are shipping grenades into I.A.
They're assembling them here.
Otherwise, they could explode during shipping.
They're lookin' for cutters, help put them together.
Nimble-fingered girls they can trust.
Why do the Salvadorians need grenades?
They're making a play
to get back into the drug protection business.
The Colombians control the drugs.
They use the Mexicans to mule it from Bogota
into the black dealers' hands in I.A.
The Salvadorians used to protect all of it:
uh, mules, routes, distribution centers.
Until we busted their General Bonilla last year.
Crippled their I.A. power base.
Colombians figured if the Salvadorians
couldn't protect themselves,
why pay them to protect their product?
So they're bombing their way back into the business?
Extortion.
VIC; Right.
Hope it's not too late for you to get that job?
No.
But I'll need to call Maria.
Let's set up a meet.
Lieutenant.
How's your partner?
Getting better.
Nasty fall. Is she...?
She'll be back soon.
I'm glad to hear it.
You, uh, finding anything on the Strike Team?
That investigation's ongoing.
You checkin' into their finances?
Their money?
If you're not lookin', you should be.
What do you think I'd find?
Not here. Later.
And don't talk to me out there like we're friendly.
DISPATCHER [OVER CB]: Pontiac sport vehicle...
Kyle, what's...?
What's going on? Why is Emolia moving?
Emolia's contact made a last minute change.
Moved the meet.
Okay, follow her. Maintain a visual.
Mackey disagrees.
Thinks her contact might have eyes out for a tail.
I don't care what he thinks. Let's just move.
Look, she's wired up, she's got GPS tracking on her cell.
She's got eyes and ears on her at all times.
I never authorized the use of a wire here.
Well, I know how much you love 'em,
I figured I'd try one for a change.
Give 'em a five-minute head start,
then we follow.
[HORN HONKS]
LEM: Oh, great. Kavanaugh's coming.
Nothing like a large black man wearing a suit
jumping in your van to maintain your cover.
Is she okay?
No reason why she wouldn't be.
EMOLIA [OVER WIRE]: This the place we do the work?
MARIA: Not yet. There's someone who needs to meet you first.
Tejado runs security.
Guardo is in charge.
Come on.
Guardo.
Who are they?
[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
I don't use.
I check every girl I hire.
This isn't the same as H-cutting.
You need cojones. Quick fingers.
One mistake, your face gets blown off.
First, you reset the striker in the fuse head.
Attach the spoon.
He's assembling a live one.
Lock the striker in place by inserting the safety pin.
You know, once you remove the pin
and the handle's released,
you have five seconds
to put the spoon and the pin back
before it explodes.
Is that a live grenade in there?
Catch.
[G RENADE CLAN KS]
No, no, no, it's okayw He's bluffing.
That grenade wasn't armed.
[CHUCKLES]
You never lost your nerve.
Tejado will call you with instructions.
Let you know when and where to start working.
Come on. Let's go.
How'd you know he was bluffing?
Because once you pull the pin, there's no turning back.
He knew it wasn't live.
Let's move. Make the bust.
No. It's too early.
We bust 'em now,
we only get a couple of players off the street.
There'll still be grenades out there.
We squeeze Tejado and Guardo, and then they give it up.
That's what we do.
Fresh-off-the-boat Salvadorians rarely rat.
They'll take a needle before they talk.
We follow Guardo.
Let him lead us to the grenades.
LEM: He must be parked out back.
Hey, hey! Emolia's still up there.
They bought her cover. She's fine.
I don't move now, we're gonna lose him. Let's go.
We're not leaving Emolia here.
All right, all right. Make sure Emolia's all right.
We'll find Guardo on the street.
CURTIS: All right-.
Hey. How'd it go?
They bought her cover.
Gonna call with a time and place.
In the meantime, she'll wait up in observation.
Marcus Dunn. A.k.a. MC Dunn-Good.
RONNIE: His mother's house was hit.
Found a drugstore in his bedroom closet.
Hit the street. Find what you can about Guardo.
We'll take MC Dumbshit upstairs and have a little chat.
Come on, let's go.
Uh, lieutenant, you've got a telephone call.
Take a message for me?
They said it's urgent.
Who said? She says her name's Sadie.
Excuse me.
Sadie?
Detective, I need you to give me a ride
to the 300 block of Forestry Street.
What's there?
A crime scene.
You're gonna be the primary.
Uh, I've got work. And you don't hand out my assignments.
Do I have to remind you how many rungs
detective falls below lieutenant on the department ladder?
You get your ass out of that chair
and meet me in the motor pool
before I open an insubordination file,
and put your picture up on my wall.
Come on!
I was only makin' sure
I wasn't too friendly to you on the floor.
Come on, man, I was just maintaining your cop cred
with the other IAD haters.
You should be thankin' me.
Next time, I'd prefer the silent treatment.
So? Mackey's finances?
You ever hear of an Armenian money train?
The money laundering operation of the Armenian mob.
I think the Strike Team ripped 'em off.
Dangerous enemies to make.
Not if you get away with it.
And I think we're talking about a lot of money.
Mackey gave his ex 65 grand in cash they can't account for.
Corrine's got nothing to do with anything illegal.
This is... This is all Vic.
Can I get a look at your notes?
Sure.
So, what's this case?
I got a call from my ex, Sadie.
She was just raped.
PARAMEDIC: Is that too tight?
Breathe normally.
Jon?
Are you all right?
I don't know.
[WHISPERING] What happened?
She was attacked as she got out of her car.
Dragged to the side of the vehicle,
out of sight of anyone passing by.
No witnesses yet.
We need to get her to a hospital right away, do a kit.
SADIE: I stopped him.
I stopped him in the middle.
I fought back like you taught me.
I hit him, and I hit him, and I... And I hit him
until he got off of me and he ran.
And I refused to be the...
The victim. I know. Yeah.
That's good.
Detective Wagenbach.
He's gonna be handling this investigation, okay?
We're gonna take good care of you, ma'am.
Did you, uh, get a good look at your attacker?
Mexican. Uh, mid-30s.
Dark eyes. And a mole right here.
I-| took a picture of him in my head
when I was fighting him because...
'Cause you... You always said...
I know, I know. You did great.
You did great.
Next thing is, these officers, here,
they're... They're gonna take you to the hospital
and they're gonna do some tests to preserve evidence, okay?
You... You're gonna be with me, right?
I'm gonna ride with you to the hospital
and then I... I just gotta check on a few things.
Stay with me.
You need privacy. You do.
Don't leave me. Jon.
Look, I'm gonna be right back after the tests are done, okay?
Okay?
You let me take care of everything.
Look, we can sit here all day, Marcus.
That's not gonna change the fact that you got a big problem.
Yeah. I know.
The Salvadorians want back in on the drug protection business.
[OVER TV] Now, tell me some shit I don't know.
LEM: So Spookstreet's just gonna sit
while they blow up your drug cribs?
It's time to make peace, man.
I told you. The bosses in Bogota ain't gonna go for that.
Well, the bosses aren't having grenades shoved up their asses.
Colombians control the product. They make the rules.
Ain't shit I can do about that.
Give me the addresses of the other drug cribs
so I can stop them myself.
Yeah, right. How stupid do y'all think I am?
Never ask a question you don't want the answer to.
[DOOR OPENS]
Y'all can keep sending in the clowns all day,
ain't gonna change shit.
I'm the one player in this room who's got any juice-.
[CHUCKLES]
How'd you get scratched up?
It really matter?
Internal Affairs. It does if I believe you.
You the one and only man?
Prove it.
[BUTTONS BEEPING]
District Attorney Eric Zuckerman.
Hello? Eric.
Jon Kavanaugh. What's up, Johnny?
Hear about that house in Farmington got hit by grenades?
Yeah, that's some pretty freaky shit, man.
Salvadorian bangers are planning to hit a couple more.
Ah, that's not good.
I've got a perp looking at a possession with intent rap
willing to trade us the addresses of targets
if we let him skate on just possession.
Send it to my office.
Need to any hear more?
I trust you.
Cool. Talk to you later.
I'll be here, Jon.
My nigger.
All right. Give up the addresses.
Those cribs get busted off my tip,
you might as well stick a needle in me.
We'll give you a half hour to call your homies.
Let 'em get the merchandise out of there
before the cavalry arrives.
Can I use your phone?
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
WOMAN [OVER SPEAKERS]: Page operator. Dr. Kalin...
Lieutenant.
Mrs. Mackey.
Jon, I helped treat Sadie.
Took a rape kit.
And?
There's some minor tearing and trauma.
Skin under her fingernails? No.
But she said she punched him and didn't scratch, so...
DNA?
She fought him off quickly.
It was almost like...
What? Isn't a rape because it didn't last long?
No. I was gonna say that this guy got more
than he bargained for.
She's a fighter.
She okay to come down to the Barn?
I'll have to ask her doctor, but, um, I think so.
She's that way.
Excuse me. Yeah, sure.
No. He had a mole. Right here on his cheek.
You're doing good.
Just keep looking.
Yeah, don't worry.
Take your time, keep looking, okay?
Hi. Hi.
How's it going?
We've been showing her our sexual assault regulars.
No hits yet.
KAVANAUGH: Guys, give me a second?
Just a second.
I'm trying... I... I...
You know what?
I'm gonna get you some clean clothes
and I'm gonna take you down to where I work, okay?
Why don't you get, you know, cleaned up and everything.
Sadie, you know I'm here for you, right?
Jon Kavanaugh.
Emolia? Where's Emolia?
Inside.
There you are.
Why'd you bring her here?
Uniforms pulled over a Salvadorian
who fit Guardo's description.
Mackey wanted her to make an ID.
It wasn't him.
She could've been compromised.
VIC: You were off the grid.
I made a command decision.
What? To get her killed?
That'd be great for you, wouldn't it?
You been with her every second?
KYLE: Yeah.
He even try to talk to her?
No.
So, what happened?
Four grenades were thrown
through four windows simultaneously.
The house was hit on all sides.
A, uh, gas pipe exploded in the kitchen.
Whoever tossed them wanted to make sure no one made it out.
This isn't one of the addresses Dunn gave us.
VIC: No, it isn't.
George and Mattie Jackson. Retired schoolteachers.
So it's not a Spookstreet drug crib?
Only drug we found was Metamucil in the medicine cabinet.
Must've been taking a nap when the grenades came knocking.
KAVANAUGH: So what? Marcus lied? Gave us a bad list?
An old list.
We busted this place last year.
A Spookstreeter named Gat used to bunk here
until Rawling seized it and put it up for auction.
If Salvadorians were protecting Spookstreet product last year,
they'd know this place.
This was an old drug crib. Last year's.
Yeah. The Salvadorians are working on an out-of-date list.
How old a list we talkin' about?
About a year... A year. Maybe two.
Write down as many as you can remember.
I'll do my best. But I ain't got a memory for this.
You can take him.
Sadie lD'd a suspect out of a mug book.
An Emmanuel Olivo. I've got him in interrogation.
You seem to be unclear on the concept of parole, Emmanuel.
See, we give you an early chance at freedom.
You return the favor by not raping anyone.
Who's he?
DUTCH: Where were you this morning?
Filling out job applications. Where?
All around. It's not that easy.
Gotta report my status...
As a registered sex offender.
You sure you didn't take a break between references
to rape a woman in a parking lot off Forestry street?
Hell, no.
Remember where you filled applications?
Not the names.
It would help provide you with an alibi.
Yeah, but I don't got it.
He's lying. Can't you see that?
Yeah, it's just a couple things bother me.
Uh, his previous sexual assaults were against teenage girls,
not adult women.
Assaults that we know about.
Yeah. A-also Sadie referenced a mole a couple of times.
Olivo doesn't have one.
That's one detail off. All the others match, though.
You gonna put him in front of Sadie to make sure?
Yeah, I already brought her down here.
DUTCH: Listen, about Sadie...
RONNIE: You ready, Vic?
What the?
Shit. VIC: All right.
Can you hold on a second?
Sadie, I'll be right back.
Get her started, all right?
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, where you...? Where you going?
Emolia's contact just called us.
They're assembling grenades above a furniture store.
I used to cut H there.
They want me right away.
We're gonna drop her off.
Let Guardo make the pickup,
and then we'll sweep in and bust his crew.
And the list of Spookstreet drug cribs Marcus Dunn gave us?
Billings is sending units
to clear out the tenants that live there.
And post cops in front of each one.
Guardo won't, uh...
He won't be making that pickup for another couple hours.
Make sure Emolia gets in safely.
Give me a call if anything changes.
KYLE: Yes, sir.
Someplace important you need to be?
How we doing? Better.
Sadie positively identified Emmanuel Olivo as her attacker.
I'm proud of you.
So strong.
Can I, uh...?
Yeah. Uh, excuse me.
Come home tonight.
No.
It's time to come home.
Our bed misses you.
Let me take care of you, all right?
You gotta stop wearin' that.
It doesn't feel right.
Sadie.
Sadie, come home.
Don't keep askin'.
'Cause at some point, I'm gonna say yes
and then what kind of trouble are we gonna be in?
DUTCH: Lieutenant?
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Kavanaugh?
Excuse me for a second.
You can't give me a minute? I just need...
Yeah, I'm sorry. She...?
She okay?
Yeah.
She's great.
Thank you. Really.
I appreciate you closing this up for me.
Um... You don't...
You don't know how much I appreciate it.
That's the thing, it's not...
It's not really closed.
W-why didn't you tell me
that Sadie has a history of mental illness?
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Jesus Christ!
You digging up dirt on her?
Okay, okay, I've been invesfigafing
the claims of a witness.
A victim.
Avictim, right, right.
But we have no physical evidence...
Because she fought him off.
Okay, okay.
Right, and we are...
We are all grateful for that.
But it presents problems if the case goes to trial.
You see? She's our sole witness
and she's got a history of mental illness.
It's all in the past.
O-okay.
How bad was it?
Few years ago, had a rough patch.
She, uh...
Paranoia, psychosis, depression.
I'm talking depression.
Dementia?
Difficulty understanding reality?
No. She always knew who she was and where she was.
She just...
She just became different, all right?
Okay. A-and now?
We got divorced, she went and found some doctors.
They treated her.
She's fine. She's back.
She's reliable?
Yes, that's what I'm telling you.
She's solid? Yes.
'Cause we don't have any corroborating evidence.
Why don't you get back to the crime scene
with some extra hands and find the evidence that you require
to put the man who raped my wife behind bars.
[DOOR SLAMS]
I have to stay?
Uh, just a little bit longer.
Room upstairs. A couch where you can lie down.
Go upstairs and lie down, all right?
Left at the top, first door on your left.
I'm gonna check on you in a minute.
I'll be there in a minute, okay?
Mrs. Mackey.
How is she? She's better.
Good.
This is my attorney, Sydney Driber.
Lieutenant Kavanaugh.
The money I promised to turn in. It's all there.
Log this into evidence for me, please.
My client wishes to cooperate fully with your investigation.
She never engaged in any criminal behavior.
She seeks only to secure immunity against any prosecution
in exchange for what she knows about her ex-husband's past.
So you're ready to tell the truth, whole truth?
Yes, yes.
Assuming an arrangement can be made.
Did Detective Wagenbach arrange or suggest for you
to be the attending nurse for Sadie today?
You're here to tell the truth or you're not.
He suggested it, okay?
He said it might earn goodwill with you.
Is that wrong?
There is nothing illegal about a registered nurse
caring for a patient.
No. Wasn't wrong of you.
Dutch didn't do anything wrong.
He was trying to help me. You know what?
I don't have time right now to discuss any deal.
Even if I was amenable to one,
which I will have to take under consideration.
But I do thank you for bringing in the money.
[CELL PHONE RINGS] Kavanaugh, yeah.
Guardo showed up early.
He's moving the girls and grenades.
Where's Emolia now?
Trackin' her GPS.
We're all over her.
Pull her over. I want her out of there.
They're stopping.
We bust them now,
they'll tip the other location.
Look. This is a black hole. We know nothing.
Emolia knows to take care of herself.
She fooled me for six months.
Are you... Are you trying to get her killed, huh?
Good.
Great. Glad we're on the same page.
Shit.
We might have to move in quick and quiet.
Everyone turn off their cell phones.
[CELL PHONES BEEPING]
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
Where's SWAT?
You said SWAT was gonna be here.
Should be here any minute.
RONNIE: They got MP5s. At least two dozen.
Looks like they're planning to set up shop permanently.
It's a goddamn armory in there.
How long before backup and SWAT arrive?
Ten, 15 minutes, tops.
"TEJADO". Guards, we' re short a grenade.
GUARDO: Are you sure?
I counted twice. Stop, stop!
Search her.
Guardo.
[GASPS]
I... I only was gonna sell it for money.
There's so many, I didn't think you'd care.
[GROANS]
What's going on?
KYLE: It's hard to tell.
GUARDO: Check the others.
They're gonna find the wire.
SHANE: Go, go, go, get out.
[GASPS]
This one's wearing a wire. You told me I could...
EMOLIA: Vic! Help me!
Help me!
SHANE: Get 'em up. Up.
Stay down! On the ground, right now, on the ground.
On the ground! On the ground!
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
LEM: Grenade!
Down.
Where do you think you're going?
Okay?
SHANE: Yeah, we're all clear.
Clear.
Emolia!
KAVANAUGH: Kyle, where is she?
I don't see her.
KAVANAUGH: You take him.
Emolia!
Mackey!
[WHISPERING]
Emolia.
What did you just say to her?
I just told her what a good job she did.
And what is she doing back here?
I was getting her out of harm's way.
SHANE: Hey, Guardo's gone.
Grab Lem and Ronnie and set up a perimeter.
Let's scoop him up.
There's no sign of Guardo anywhere.
My guys'll squeeze the Souljahs.
Find out who he is, where he likes to hide.
Hey, captain, somebody ripped off the vending machines again.
Goddamn it.
These things cost a fortune to fix.
Jon.
No wonder these guys get away with murder.
Captain's more concerned with the sandwich machine
than he is with personnel.
Pick up her son and her mother.
Don't let anyone know where she is.
Anyone.
Okay.
What's up, man? MAN: Same old shit.
I always knew you had some good cop in you.
You bailed me out, man.
Let me return the favor to you.
Quit chasing me and Vic. Let us do our jobs.
Curtis, do you really wanna go to jail for that guy?
Do you think that he would have
picked up that grenade and saved me?
That he would save you?
Look, Vic is a great cop.
He's a great cop, all right? Curtis...
A real cop would see that.
Hear me, please.
I'm giving you one last chance.
Give me Vic.
Don't throw your life away for him.
VIC: What's going on here?
Man, this guy just won't back off.
Keeps threatening to send me to jail.
This man saves your life
and you show him your gratitude by offering him jail time?
It's no wonder, you're lAD's MVP.
Ten square blocks around Sadie's crime scene
are plastered with flyers like that one.
Warning about a registered sex crime offender
in their neighborhood.
Note the mole on his cheek.
At least it appears to be a mole at first glance.
It's an ink stain. It's on all the flyers.
She lD'd him off that, not because he attacked her.
She works in the neighborhood,
she probably saw the flyer.
When he raped her, the memory came back.
Doesn't change what happened.
I went back to Olivo,
told him about the rape, and he came clean.
He wasn't filling out job applications.
He was at a local high school
watching the girls' cross-country team run laps.
He didn't tell us because it's a violation of his parole.
Of course he's gonna admit to that before admitting to rape.
Coach saw him hangin' around.
We, uh... We found this bottle in the nearest trash can
near Sadie's parking lot.
There's... vaginal residue.
Pubic hair all over the mouth and outside of the bottle.
Now, maybe it was used in the attack,
but she never mentioned it.
And she's pointing a finger at a perverted,
but innocent, guy.
Where is she?
Wonder what that's all about.
I don't know.
Whoever the woman is, she's got him pretty shook up.
How long till I can leave?
Not long.
I'm meeting someone tonight.
How you feeling, Sadie? You okay?
Yeah, I've been good.
Been real good.
L-I, um... I made a life for myself.
I know you didn't think I could do that on my own.
Same medications, same... Same dosages?
Jon.
I just want to know which Sadie I'm talking to right now.
Ask me to come back again.
I'm asking you for the truth, Sadie.
SADIE: The truth is...
you've lost some weight, haven't you?
Why doesn't it look healthy, though, Jon?
I mean, what's going on with you?
Have you been missing me?
Ex-wife.
But he keeps wearing the wedding ring.
Sometimes you just gotta let the pussy go.
I'm asking for the truth about
this morning.
About the rape.
I want you to kill him for doing it.
Kill What?
A soda bottle?
Ask me to come home, Jon.
I'll say yes. I am ready to come home to our bed now.
I am.
Please, just ask.
You're gonna be charged with filing a false police report.
And you're gonna be remanded for psychiatric care.
That's what you have to do.
I'm... I'm... I'm not sick like I used to be. No, I...
No, I've been taking my medication.
Now I'm fine.
Sadie, you took a soda bottle and you shoved it up yourself...
But I knew what I was...
I... I knew what I was doing.
No, listen, no, listen. No, it was wrong.
But I knew.
I wasn't confused.
I... I just didn't know how else to talk to you.
You pick up the damn phone.
You just call me on the phone.
Yeah, but... l wanted you to be able to save me.
See, I did it 'cause I... I knew you want to save me.
Jon.
To deserve me again.
Because I wanna come home now, Jon.
I'm ready. I'm ready to come home now.
So just...
God, just ask me already.
Come on.
[WHISPERING] You're gonna be charged
with filing a false police report.
You're gonna be remanded for psychiatric care.
SADIE: No, that detective,
he's done everything you've asked him to do.
So you just tell him that it was a mistake.
I can't.
Yeah, you can.
I won't.
You're gonna abandon me again, Jon?
No.
Like the last time?
You're... You're gonna leave me alone, again?
I'm going to help you.
Take me home.
I can't.
There are rules.
Then break one.
What I do is I stop cops from breaking the rules.
I can't stop them if I can't stop myself.
Then you try bending one just once.
I'm an Internal Affairs Lieutenant.
That's... That's who I am.
And I am your goddamn wife.
And when I got sick, you left me alone, Jon.
You shit all over me.
And the rest of the world shit all over me.
I couldn't take care of you.
You tell the truth.
You didn't want to.
I was tired.
Of taking care of your wife.
So you left.
I'm sorry.
You can shove sorry right up there with the pop bottle.
Don't say that, okay?
I wasn't worth taking care of.
And now I'm not worth shit and you...
It's okay. No!
I wanna go home. I wanna go home.
No... I'm... Please?
Please?
Holy shit.
At least we found his weak spot.
L\\
I wanna go home.
[SOBBING]
Everyone sees what I am.
Everyone sees me.
They all see.
Come on, Jon.
Shit, go!
Don't leave me.
Hey, hey!
YOU!
You're under arrest.
For possession of heroin with intent to distribute.
Today? You gonna arrest me today?
Give me your badge and gun.
You're kiddin' me. Give me your badge and gun.
Get off me, man.
Get your hands off him.
You touch me, you're gonna go in the jail cell next to him.
Hey! Curtis.
Don't be stupid, Curtis.
You give me your badge and your gun.
Captain Billings,
you take his badge
and you take his gun, now.
Now.
VIC: It's okay.
KAVANAUGH: Officers.
Arrest that man.
You arrest him or you're gonna lose your jobs.
Let's go.
Let's go, let's go!
KAVANAUGH: Get him printed.
We're out of ink.
Stick him in the cage until you're ready.
He's a cop.
You don't put him in there.
Clean out one of the other cages.
No. He's goin' in there right now. Let's go.
Officer, come over here.
Uncuff him, stick him in the cage.
Let's go.
Yeah, come on in and have a seat.
[DOOR BUZZES, OPENS]
There you go, Mitchell. Inside.
You woke me up out of my beauty sleep, man.
Yeah, I can see that.
I need a second with him.
I need you to tell me everything.
Everything that you know
about Mackey and the Strike Team.
Like I told you before,
no deal, no info.
Get me back to my cell.
You got your deal.
As long as you give me what it is I need to know.
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