NARRATOR: Previously:
PEZUELA: in a house.
No arrests. I'll make some calls.
A name keeps popping up in my interviews: Hernan.
Hernan's undercover in the Salvadoran organization.
Stop trying to contact him.
Hey, Moses. Thought we told you to stay away from tweener pussy.
Stop seeing that asshole. I know.
DUTCH: So this guy targets runaways.
While telling them to "go home."
DUTCH: There's another girl.
We didn't believe her.
Congratulations on getting another girl raped.
Anything you can tell us? Where he held you?
It was a girl's room. Posters on the wall
were all white boys in these gay poses.
This is Kevin Hiatt. He's ours starting next week.
You're not adding anybody I don't have approval of.
He's not your addition, he's your replacement.
Hiatt's decided to add to the Strike Team.
I suggested you. All right.
Shane?
Lem, I'm sorry,
but I had to, right?
VIC: We're gonna find who did this,
and we're gonna kill him.
It's Guardo.
We stepped on his drug protection play.
Well, maybe he didn't do it. If it wasn't Guardo, who was it?
Look at him, man.
[GUNSHOT]
PARAMEDIC: Watch this corner.
[CHATTER ON RADIO]
Found him swirlin' in a gutter.
NURSE: Conscious? PARAMEDIC: In and out.
Contusions, possible fractures. Vitals are stable.
NURSE: Put him in Curtain 2- PARAMEDIC: All right-.
CORRINE: Call the resident to check for internal bleeding.
PARAMEDIC: Tell him to hurry. Thought he was stable.
PARAMEDIC: He is, but we found this.
He's a cop.
Shane?
[ELEVATOR DOOR DINGS]
Corrine. What the hell happened?
He was beaten badly, doesn't remember how.
Where? When? Found him a few blocks away.
Oh, man.
No shit from you guys. Already took one pounding today.
What happened? I was walking to my truck,
next thing I know I'm coming to in a meat wagon.
RONNIE: You didn't see anyone?
Left my wallet. Badge, gun.
Think it might've been Salvadorans?
Some lame attempt at one of us?
Payback for Guardo?
We wouldn't be having this conversation.
This was just a good old-fashioned shit-kicking.
It's probably some asshole we sent up, fresh out.
I'll run down recent releases, check in with the POs.
All right. Tell me somethin' first.
Who's this guy?
[SHANE AND VIC CHUCKLE]
New girlfriend likes baby-smooth skin
between her thighs.
You should have her call me.
Ow.
[SHANE COUGHS]
Oh, my God.
What happened?
What did the doctors say?
The x-rays are all good.
I'll get working on who did this.
Baby, what happened to you?
[TIT]
How's Shane doing? Uh, hurtin' for certain.
Not especially pleasing to the eye at the moment.
I'm gonna post a protective detail
outside his room until we know more.
What do you know about San Marcos murders?
I heard about them. Grisly stuff.
Yeah, Robbery-Homicide's runnin' with it.
We got the handoff. Aceveda's all over this.
Ten days ago, my detective found 12 bodies hacked to pieces.
Well, 11 bodies, one arm.
Machete's the weapon of choice for the Salvadorans.
Supports the tip Aceveda's cronies gave us
that the killers were Salvadorans.
The victims were all Mexican illegals.
Three women, nine men.
IDs? All but the arm.
Mexican government had them in their system.
If you can call that a system.
All from the same prison. Released two days before.
It's all in there.
This becomes the Strike Team's top priority now.
Solving it quickly is the difference
between keeping the Barn open or closing it for good.
HIATT: They're shuttin' this down?
Not if you put a dozen murders in the win column.
Make our rate too good-looking to lose us.
Get with Dutch. He found the bodies.
Uh, the Barn going out of business stays between us.
Last thing Farmington needs
is cops who feel like lame ducks.
All right, let's have a look at it.
Give me a sec.
So far, no one on the street's bragging
about giving Shane a beat down.
All right. Well, have the unis keep their eyes and ears open.
What, man?
Guardo's girlfriend.
She could've figured out we used her to get him,
told his people...
Maybe the Salvadorans are after us.
I don't think so, man.
Shane got hit with a fist,
not a machete or a grenade.
Let's go.
RH D's pretty thorough-.
They give us a starting place with the victims?
Like she said. Released from a prison in Sinaloa,
connections to the same Mexican cartel.
All with guest worker visas.
Let me see that.
Prisoners don't get work visas.
Especially not real ones.
A-plus forgeries then.
Yeah. Where do you want me to start, 'pie'?
It's either give you a hand or be out on the street, right?
I still got some drag at INS.
I'll get them to run a quick ID on the arm.
But you know these streets better than anyone.
Where do you wanna start?
With the visas.
Know anyone who does that quality of work?
I might know a guy.
By the way, welcome to the team.
Won't let you down.
He's the boss now. Don't let him down.
Let's go.
Graciela Sanchez is getting out of Mission Cross today.
How we doing lD'ing her rapist?
Billings is pounding the pavement with the sketch.
The feds are running the profile I came up with
through their database for UNSUBs.
Contact the local Ys, shelters...
I did it. I did it. No one's gotten back to me yet.
Stay on top of them.
Our guy's m.o.'s escalating.
Wouldn't surprise me if he's already got a fresh victim.
[SIGHS]
Oh, my God.
What are you doin'?
Details of the crime scene.
Create a written report for the files on this case.
Who wants what, and why,
and how slaughtering all those people in this room
helped achieve that goal.
That's all you need to be writin' down, man.
Hey, hey. I don't wanna be here. Too bad.
Twelve people. Three of them women.
Cut to pieces in this place
I read about it in the paper. I didn't need to see it.
They were carryin' these. Only one guy I know good enough
to produce this kind of work, and that's you.
I changed careers.
If not you, then who?
I couldn't say.
Paper men, we have a code.
You have a code.
You see the blood on these walls, huh?
You see it?
You have no idea of the pressure to point the finger.
No matter how bogus that ID.
[SIGHS]
VIC: Look again.
I-|-l can tell these were done in Mexico, not here.
HIATT: How can you be so sure? The font.
Th-th-they use an older version.
It's almost the same, but not quite.
Mexicans and the Sals, troubled times.
Latinos can't even trust each other.
Wait outside.
Brown on brown. It's a place to start.
Body count like this, the Aztecs and Mayans
are squabbling over more than who invented the burrito.
So let's start with the Salvadorans.
Thank you, sheriff.
Didn't expect to see your grenade-tossing ass
for at least another 30 years-.
Well, it's your lucky clay.
HIATT: Oh, Guardo's number two has a mouth.
Why are your old amigos beefing with the Mexicans?
Day trip for me, but you wasted your time.
VIC: Get your feet down.
I'm just enjoying the air.
What's it gonna take to make it worth my time?
Look, I wanna know if Guardo or any other Salvadorans
were behind the San Marcos murders.
You get one request. I deny it, that's it,
you're back in your hole.
But if it's something reasonable...
I want my dick sucked by a hottie.
Right here on the table. [SIGHS]
Thought it was gonna be somethin' difficult.
All right. Info first, dick suckin' next.
Go ahead.
They killed Guardo. The Mexicans.
VIC: When?
He came back to L.A. a week ago.
Then, barn, just disappeared-.
Explains why we can't find him.
Guardo worked for the cartel. Why the bad blood?
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
VIC: Hey,
dick ain't gonna suck itself.
That's the straight-up truth.
Beaners the ones started this beef.
Salvas gonna finish it.
So Guardo's MIA, presumably dead, you're wearin' orange.
Who's gonna take up the fight?
Bein' worked out in upper management.
Octavio, Rodrigo, Hernan...
I've heard of the first two. Who's this Hernan?
New guy. Wants to be the shot-caller.
If he's such a player, how come he's a mystery to me?
Just here from Salvador.
[PHONE RINGS]
VIC: Yeah?
Where?
HEY-
What about my hummer?
Asher. Come here.
You're a hottie in some circles, right?
Damn straight. Why?
This is Tejado.
He's got a special request for you.
Yeah? What's that?
That was Moses. The One-Niner baller?
Yeah. He's got some intel on Shane.
I know this is the first priority, though.
Wyms wants you on a short leash,
so don't go walking into traffic, make me look bad.
Your friend Graciela's been released.
DUTCH: You know, she was raped.
Who's Graciela?
According to girls at the rec center, you two are tight.
How long you been on the street?
By law we're required to send runaways back home.
If you cooperate,
tell us everything you know about Graciela,
and, uh, promise to go back home on your own,
we'll take you at your word.
Haven't seen her lately.
Any strange men ever followed her around?
Acting suspicious toward her?
There was one guy at Ray's who was creeping us out.
The burger stand on Wilcox?
JB.
We'd smile, he'd give us burgers and shit.
BILLINGS: Ever sick after J.B. feeds you?
No, why?
BILLINGS: According to the girls, you were friendly.
Giving them free food. They're lying. Never.
If you stole from your employer that's a parole violation.
You homesick for the joint?
Look, maybe I talked to them once or twice.
Gave them leftovers. So?
Talking to them's one thing. Spiking their soda with GHB,
sodomizing and torturing them's another.
I didn't do that Shit.
DUTCH: it's gotta be tough to meet a nice girl your age.
Ex-con pulling minimum wage.
But a homeless, hungry 15-year-old runaway,
easy to impress with a burger and fries.
[H IP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT SPEECH]
MOSES: Hey, hey. It's cool. It's cool.
Oh, you better pray you didn't hurt that foot
stickin' it up a white cop's ass.
Easy dude. I'm rockin' a pimp stick
'cause I'm cold like that.
You got something to say about Shane? Start talkin'.
Remember Tilli?
That chick I was with the last time we met.
What, that 12-year-old you're sticking?
She's 18.
Old enough for your boy
to be tappin' that ass behind my back.
Shane is banging that chick? That's what I said.
I brought y'all down is because y'all have reason
to think I beat him down.
Ridin' up in your girl's steeze works as motive for me.
I ain't hit that shit in a minute,
and I ain't about no sloppy seconds.
Word, I did not take flight on your boy,
not that I would have minded.
Then who did?
Ask the little ho.
Seems like she all about
tellin' the white man what he wanna hear.
Hey. I'm Detective Wagenbach.
Carlos Morganza. Children's Beacon.
The runaway shelter. You sent out an alert to us.
Thanks for coming. You're the first person to get back to me.
Oh, well, when I heard what happened to those girls,
I put together a list of kids I thought were most at risk.
You know, drugs, prostitution.
Is there any way we can confirm which kids have been seen
and which haven't in the last 24 hours?
I'll do what I can.
Uh, thanks for comin' in. Oh, um...
My daughter, Sabrina, went missing.
It's been three years now.
Her case got cold.
The police had other priorities.
Um, if you could take a look.
Uh, when I get a chance, absolutely.
Thank you. Thank you.
Okay. Just take it easy.
Go slow. [KNOCKS AT DOOR]
HEY-
Sorry.
Jesus.
Uh, we're gonna find out who did this.
How you doin'? [SIGHS]
You just saw the only part of him that's not bruised.
The captain sent me over here to take a statement.
I already told Vic everything.
Yeah, I also have orders to park myself out here
as your protective detail. I'll be fine.
I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I got orders. I'll be right outside.
Thanks.
You got it? Okay.
Feds faxed over some suspects that fit your profile.
Anything turn up at J.B.'s place?
No signs he used the place to imprison runaways.
He'd have to take his victims up four flights of stairs.
Paper-thin walls.
Hard to believe he could do that without somebody noticing.
Good luck.
Uh, Detective Wagenbach.
Carlos. Uh, Detective Billings, Carlos Morganza.
He's a counselor at the Children's Beacon.
I got involved three years ago
when my own daughter went missing.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Listen.
My colleagues and I checked into that list of high-risk kids.
These are the ones we've lost touch with most recently.
This is great. Thank you. Sure.
Uh, listen, I can run through them with you.
Uh, I'm in the weeds, but if you sit at my desk,
I can get a, uh... A uni to take notes.
Oh, sure.
Thank you.
Dutch man.
Remind me again your profile of our bad guy.
Why, so you can shit all over it?
No, I'm serious.
Uh, he's a single father
whose daughter disappeared or died prematurely.
What kind of douche bag
breaks his ass tryin' to help the cops?
Well, he's got a missing...
Right? A lot of these freaks like to insert themselves
into the investigations.
Uh, you know what, Carlos,
I think I can make time for you right now.
Claudette Wyms, this is Cruz Pezuela.
I wanted to introduce Cruz to the new captain.
More like the fresh meat in Farmington.
Hello. It's a pleasure.
Um, what's the latest on the San Marcos massacre?
I'm sorry. Are you with the Police Committee as well?
No, I'm not. I can vouch for Cruz.
He's well-respected in the community.
In fact, he passed on that information
about the possible Salvadoran connection.
I know a lot of people who are devastated
by this new level of violence.
As are we all. Claudette has full support.
How many detectives you got on it?
The entire Strike Team.
Mackey too? Kevin Hiatt's taking point.
He was with INS for four years.
The victims are all Mexican. He's more than qualified.
I should hope so.
Could you give us a minute?
Of course.
Don't ever ambush me like that again.
He has concerns. I share them.
I don't care how plugged into your constituency that guy is.
Bringing a civilian into a confidential police matter
undermines the investigation and my authority.
I meant no disrespect.
Perhaps you wouldn't be taking it personally
if you had more facts to share.
I'm sorry, captain. I didn't know you were in here.
Would it be okay if we used this room
to talk to Mr. Morganza?
No. I'm in the middle of something with the councilman.
DUTCH: Sorry to bother you.
Uh, would it be all right if we talked in Interrogation?
Less personal, sorry.
Sure. Yeah, no problem. Yeah? Okay.
[H IP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING] [CHATTERING]
Hey. Tilli.
Get over here.
Yo, why you callin' me out in front of my people?
I'm a cop. I hear you like cops.
That some sort of code or something?
We know about you and Shane.
He's in the hospital.
What for? Somebody jumped him-.
I figured you could tell us who.
Wait, he caught a smackdown? Is he all right?
I wanna go see him. Which hospital?
His wife's with him right now.
I'll say I'm a friend.
Shane doesn't have too many teenage black friends.
How'd you get this?
My stepdad.
Your stepdad know you spreading your legs for Shane?
He got pretty angry.
I told him it wasn't his business.
And if he tried to stop it, or put his hands on me,
Shane would kick his ass.
Where's he at now? Hell if I know.
Where's he work? He don't.
He about that monthly check from the county.
Look, if he did that to Shane,
what do you think he's gonna do to me?
Stay away from the hospital and away from your old man.
I'll take care of him.
Corrine,
that Percocet's not working.
I'll ask for something stronger.
Thanks. Listen, before I forget,
these are his personal items including his car keys.
One of the unis removed the bullets from his gun.
Those things scare the hell out of me.
Thanks. Okay.
Can you give us a minute, please?
Sure. Thanks.
Goddamn you. How could you? Oh, shit.
Jesus. What?
Why do you need condoms
when I'm three months pregnant?
They must've been from before.
Mara, I'm not doin' anything, baby. I swear.
Son of a bitch. Yes, you are.
Does it have anything to do with why you're here?
Does it?
Oh, no.
Mara, it's nothin'. It's nothing?
It's not important.
Look, I'm...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's just I've been all... "I'm-I'm-" You?
This is us, okay? Our family.
You threw it away.
And for what?
Wh... I've been trying to help you through all of this.
You waking up screaming and... And then you're out...
Oh, I can't believe you.
Jesus.
[C LEARS THROAT]
This is for the pain.
When Sabrina went missing,
everyone pitched in to help find her.
Friends, neighbors, my church.
[ON TV] But after a while,
people go back to their routines.
Life goes on.
Even the police move on to other business,
but she's still out there.
We appreciate you helping.
All I can say, as a parent myself,
is it's gotta be awful.
Your heart breaks all over again
every day you don't hear from her.
DUTCH: Um,
there are, uh, 15 kids on your list.
Is there any one you feel
is a particular risk to this predator?
Oh, probably...
Rosanna.
She had a pimp had his claws in her,
and once that happens it sets up a whole victim mentality,
and that's an open invitation.
BILLINGS: When was the last time anyone saw her?
Two, three weeks ago.
Dutch? Kevin Hiatt.
New here. Yeah, I know. Welcome.
Thanks. Hey, listen.
We're running the San Marcos murders.
I was just wondering if you had any files I should see.
Uh, yeah. Give me a few minutes,
I'll get them together. Sure. Hey, cool. Listen.
What do you know about a guy named Hernan?
Um...
He's a fed.
He's undercover in the Salvadoran organization.
Okay, so how do I get in touch with him?
Heh. You don't.
I tried.
Female fed showed up at my door at midnight
saying she's Hernan's handler and back the hell off.
What agency?
ICE, so don't waste your time.
Well, it's my time to waste, right?
What's this handler's name?
MAN: Vic Mackey.
Jesus Christ.
The ghost of Christmas past.
You're lookin' good, man, for an old guy.
Oh, I see them baldness cures still ain't for shit.
Heh-heh. Oh, watch.
Hey, uh, I heard about your guy. Curtis was a good kid.
None of us get out of this place in one piece, right?
Yeah. I was away for the funeral.
Is there some sort of a charity
or police memorial fund or something?
Audubon Society.
Lem was really into birds, turns out.
Okay.
Things really turned around for you.
Yeah. You know, I got my feet underneath me.
Doin' pretty good. It took a minute,
but I'm doin' pretty good. Look,
I got a business proposition for you.
Look, rain check, man.
I-| got 12 DBs, no suspect. My partner took a beating.
Not only am I flyin' solo,
I gotta locate who did it and return the favor.
Come on, Vic. You helped me through a rough patch, man.
I'm just tryin' to, you know, pay back the kindness.
Come on, come on. Take a ride with me.
I'll have you back in 30.
You're livin' large,
driving around in a high-end pussy magnet like this.
Only now, I got a 26-year-old Filipina
I gotta keep in Gucci.
Buzz is you're getting squeezed out, man.
Maybe without a pension. I'm not gettin' squeezed out.
Nobody's got their hand in my pocket, either.
What's the job?
Citizen. East L.A.
He owns an apartment building.
Wants to spruce it up and raise the rents.
Only there's this undesirable element camped out there.
So the landlord wants to hire a cleaning crew.
Yeah.
Jamaican dope operation's got the run of the place.
Terrorizing tenants.
Can't evict them long as the rent's on time.
Need a little hand persuading them to move elsewhere, man.
My plate's pretty full right now.
Vic, there's families livin' in this place.
Little kids riding their bikes next to dope deals.
Landlord's paying good money too, right?
Cash, all right? Half up front.
Look, man, just scope it out.
If it looks good to you, havin' a real badge around
will make this thing go a lot smoother.
Besides,
I can't do it without you.
Let's look.
[CHATTERING IN SPANISH]
VIC: Spotter.
Embedded with innocents.
JOE: Glad I was wrong about your getting shoved out.
It's a shitty way to go.
Everybody knows you got a raw deal.
[SCOFFS]
It was goddamned embarrassing.
You shit blood for them,
then you don't get to leave on your own terms.
Hope you never have to go through that.
Yeah.
There's security. Yep.
Probably two more upstairs.
Cashier guy, one at the door.
I'm gonna take a pass on this, Joe.
Whether you realize it or not, you should do the same.
You don't understand, Vic.
This is my only paycheck this month.
I really gotta get goin' back.
[SIGHS]
Can you at least run priors on this place?
Let me see what level asswipe I'm dealing with here.
Yeah, sure.
Rosanna.
She had a pimp had his claws in her,
and once that happens, it sets up a whole victim mentality
and that's an open invitation.
Is that him, baby?
I'm sure that's his voice.
DUTCH: You're positive?
I was pretty out of it,
but if there's a voice I'll never forget, it's his.
DUTCH: Entrance off the alley.
Yeah, he pulls up,
takes victims inside without anyone seein'.
DUTCH: Yep.
Hope your profile didn't say
anything about him bein' a neat freak.
Well, you wouldn't want a cleaning lady coming
if you were holding a girl prisoner.
Dutch.
Rosanna?
Sabrina's room.
Concert poster Princess remembered.
What 15-year-old keeps her room this neat?
Mess in the rest of the house, he's falling apart.
In here, he's preserving her memory,
or an idealized version of it, anyway.
God, and what a cleanup job.
Shampoo. Wax.
Wouldn't count on any hair fibers.
Yeah.
[SIGHS]
We talked to 'Flli-.
Her old man got the drop on me.
It's nothing. It's just a thing.
Jesus Christ, Shane.
Like no one in this car's ever had a little out-of-bounds ass.
You know, this is an 18-year-old girl,
who's bedded with the head of the One-Niners.
She's done with him. Ask her.
You sayin' this is about more than gettin' laid?
Look, everything's cool.
She just shot off her mouth
about us to the dickhead stepdad.
I got blindsided.
Yeah, I can see that.
You may wanna raise the mistress bar a little bit.
RONNIE: If you still want a wife and kid to come home to.
Ever think about just comin' clean?
About everything?
No.
Yeah, I know.
Guess we just have to live with it.
All right, it's dealer's choice on the stepdad.
Either Ronnie and I can take care of him tonight,
or wait until you're strong enough.
No. No, just let it go.
This guy knowingly laid hands on a cop.
This isn'tjust about your bruised ego.
There's a principle.
Look, I don't want you to do anything.
Please.
I got enough to deal with.
Mara?
Mara, come on.
Look, this is stupid.
Mara, please just open the door.
Some black bitch called on your phone.
She wanted to know if you were okay.
She sounded like she was 10.
Is that who you're banging while I've got morning sickness?
Mara... Just...
You've always been an asshole.
Mara, please, I just...
Yeah, I know, you're all torn up over Lem.
Get out.
I don't want our son or the new one
growing up anywhere near you.
Mara... Get out.
[CHILD CRYING]
Okay, thank you.
What's up?
My guy at INS lD'd the arm from the San Marcos house.
Eduardo Romero.
That supposed to mean something?
Romero's a mid-level bureaucrat in the Mexican government.
Presidential appointment.
Traveling around with a bunch of drug-connected convicts?
One of their own officials.
He should've been the first one the government lD'd.
RONNIE: So why didn't they tell us?
Could've embarrassed a lot of powerful people
on both sides of the border.
That's right.
Huh.
Stop. No notes.
Doesn't exist for anybody but us right now.
The captain asked for an update.
You heard what I said.
What am I supposed to do? HIATT: Hey, hey, no report.
This is raw intel. We don't know where it leads yet.
The difference between the unis and the Strike Team
is you don't hand your superior pieces of a puzzle,
you hand them the whole picture.
Sorry to keep you waiting so long.
We, uh, talked to local pimps,
put unis out on the street
trolling the places you said Rosanna works.
Are there any other places you can think of we should look?
Not really, no.
DUTCH: Think hard.
Sometimes we can locate kids
just from personal information about them.
Movies they like. Where they eat.
Uh, music they listen to.
Yeah. I mean, you show me a kid's room
and I can tell you their life story.
You searched my house, didn't you? v.
Why would we do that?
MORGANZA: Ybulookedin my daughter's room.
You won't find anything there.
We've got two witnesses that can ID you as the rapist.
They recognize your voice
and they remember the poster in your daughter's room.
My lawyer will have me out of here before your shift ends.
I'll be home before you guys.
You wanna find your daughter, right?
Right?
You tell us what we wanna know,
I will personally re-open her case
and do everything I can to find her.
You want answers?
All right. I'll give them to you,
but only in front of a news reporter.
I want Sabrina's story aired on TV.
I won't let you all bury her away again.
Couple of 211 's, possession.
One of them caught an F for ag assault.
Mostly minor stuff, but you round up a few more guys...
I'm sorry to leave you hangin'. Oh, no worries.
My buddy's waitin' outside. We can handle this.
Lot of ghosts in this place, man.
Yeah, and every day's Halloween.
I'll walk you out.
MAN: Goddamn freeway.
This city's turnin' into a third-world shitbag.
This is Lester. Vic Mackey.
Know you by reputation.
Ah.
I haven't been south of Pico since I turned the badge in.
This'll be good exercise for you, then, huh?
You should take a couple more bodies
with you on this one, Joe.
Aim-humps“ be so stoned
they won't even know what hit them.
Uh, these guys seem like they're on their game.
One of them caught a weapons charge recently.
Trust me. Raids like this, I used to do in my sleep.
Literally.
Hey, Joe. Yeah?
Still need a wingman?
I'll have you back here in an hour.
BILLINGS: What's your shot in all this?
Punishing girls for running away,
get back at your own kid for disappearing?
If it gets one girl to go home,
back to her parents,
that's a gift I was never given.
These girls were only anally penetrated.
That wasn't about pleasure. It was punishment.
The thing I'm having trouble understanding
is how putting these girls through hell
was gonna get your daughter back?
You people gave up looking for her, didn't you?
Three measly goddamn months of investigating
and you 'gust gave up.
Look, I'm responsible too.
I could've made it easier, but without her mother...
Wait. Why'd she leave?
Look, I-I've told you my story.
Find her. She's been missing for three years.
You know what,
I may have to rework the rapist's profile, Steve.
Our suspect is beginning to look like a person of interest
in a murder investigation.
I didn't kill Sabrina.
My own daughter?
Look, she's alive, I just can't find her myself.
You're still not telling us the truth.
The deal's off unless you come a hundred percent clean.
You didn't kill her? Why'd she leave?
Uh, give me the videotape and get out.
Give me the video. N-no... N... 0...
Okay. Okay.
No, I'll... I'll tell you.
Just make her
turn the camera off first.
Turn it off.
Sabrina's mother died when she was 9.
Hodgkin's disease.
Sabrina never got over it.
I mean, neither of us did.
She began to look
more and more like Carly.
When I'd...
When I'd hold her in my arms in bed at night,
it was almost like my wife
was still with me.
I don't think Sabrina understood just how much
like her she was.
[SOBBING] In every way.
You molested your daughter?
Turn the camera back on, please.
[CAMERA BEEPS]
Sabrina, honey, if you hear this,
I never meant to hurt you.
Oh, Jesus.
I never meant to be so selfish.
Come back home. Please.
LESTER: How long's it take to cop?
Spook gives the money, spook gets the dope.
Been in there for 20 minutes-.
Well, with brothers,
goddamn handshakes can burn up ten minutes easy.
[CHUCKLES]
Garlic?
Makes you stink.
Gives you an intimidating psychological advantage.
I'll pass. I'd like to get laid tonight.
Heh-heh-heh-heh. I heard that.
VIC: Hey. JOE: Let's do this.
LESTER: Let's go.
[REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING]
Go, go!
Go, go, go!
Clear.
Hey! Hey. Get away from that damn door.
Get away from it. Down on your knees.
Come on, move, man. Hey, watch it!
[YELLING]
LESTER: You son of a bitch.
Agh.
Let me go, you bastard! Back off!
[YELLS]
[GRUNTS]
Fore.
[PANTING]
Clear now.
LESTER: That's how she made you?
Come on, man. Come on, man. [LESTER LAUGHS]
Easy, man, come on now. JOE: Who wants what?
MAN 1: You ain't no real cops. Shut up.
How much you want? We'll cut you in for half.
Give me the super glue.
Get his hands.
Come on.
There we go.
Alrighty. Get up. Come on.
This some felonious bullshit, man.
Shut up.
Assholes who don't listen don't get to speak.
Hey, hey, hey. That's enough.
[SCOFFS]
[GRUNTS]
MAN 2: What do you want, man? Money?
LESTER: Come on, bitch. [YELLING]
Come on, bitch. Crawl like a bitch.
Jesus. Come on, get in here.
Come on.
Piss or bleed. Your choice.
[URINATING IN TOILET]
LESTER: Attaboy.
That's it, baby.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah.
That's good.
Like a good fella, take a drink out of the toilet.
Lap it up.
Lap it up. No, man. I ain't...
You heard the man. Come on, drink. Drink.
LESTER: Come on, lap it up, boy. [COUGHING]
Lap it up. Yeah.
Ha-ha-ha-ha. Yeah.
That's it. Jesus Christ.
[GASPS]
[COUGHING]
This is your official eviction notice.
You're no longer tenants of this building.
You hear me? Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
[SOBBING]
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO]
Landlord's got another apartment building.
I'm done. I'll get rid of Lester.
I'll help you with that.
I guess all that badass noise I heard about you is bullshit.
Guess so. Look, you guys are goin' the other way.
I'll call a black and white for a ride.
Vic, get in. LESTER: Let him go, man.
We don't need him.
Most of the guys on his team end up dead anyhow.
[GRUNTS]
JOE: Vic.
Vic.
Detective.
Did Sabrina make the news?
Yeah. It was the lead story.
Oh, good. Oh, that's good.
Um, after the segment ran, another division
got an anonymous tip.
Said they'd find her body out in a grave near Lake Elsinore.
Police there just dug up a body.
No. No, no, that's...
That's somebody else's little girl. That's not...
That's just some kind of a prank is what that is.
Some asshole saw the story
and just wanted to hurt me.
No, my Sabrina just needs to hear me,
ask her to come home.
[SLAMS DESK]
Your daughter's dead.
You made her run away. She got killed.
[SOBBING]
[CHATTERING] [LATIN MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]
That's Hernan in the blue shirt.
I sweet-talked the ICE queen into lettin' us
have some face time with her boy,
so long as I promised we'd be subtle.
Gonna have to treat him like any other bad guy.
Ready? Yeah.
Here we go.
Split up! [ALL YELLING]
Come here.
[GRUNTS]
Hey, stop. Stop fighting. We know who you are.
HIATT: You're Hernan? Agent Zinman told me where to find you.
Who are you? We're on the same side.
Get up. Come on.
Make it look good for the boys.
[BOTH GRUNTING]
We're hearin' about trouble with Salvadorans and Mexicans.
Tell me you didn't risk blowin' my cover for that.
What we got is the Salvadorans
might have called for a hit on the San Marcos house,
then the Mexicans retaliated by killing Guardo Lima.
Wasn't the Salvies.
Word is it was some other Mexicans.
Killed their own? Unlikely.
Especially when one victim was a government official.
Eduardo Romero. You know him?
No. It's probably some internal beef.
Look, my guess:
Guardo was collateral damage.
VIC: Yeah, well, it serves him right.
Prick blew up a friend of mine.
HERNAN: What, that cop?
Heh. Guardo didn't do that.
I don't care what side this guy's on,
he's full of shit.
HERNAN: We all knew Emolia was snitching to IAD.
We knew she was up in the safe house on Harvest.
We know she's up in Seattle right now at her sister's,
but the word came down: no distractions.
These guys didn't even take out their own rat.
No way they'd kill a cop. It was somebody else.
Shh, Guards wasn't even up here then.
He was in Mexico with me.
Is anyone gonna make this look good?
HIATT: Come here. Come on. Get over here.
Guardo didn't kill Lem.
Maybe he's wrong. He's not wrong.
[QU I ETLY] He's not wrong.
Give me your hands.
[CLATTERING]
[DOOR CRASHES OPEN]
Get out.
Baby, please.
Just go. Please, just ask me to come back.
No. Baby, please. I'm beggin' you.
[SOBBING] Please, just ask me to come back.
Right now, please.
[SOBBING]
Our son is in the other room.
Look, you've got to forgive me.
Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
What I did was wrong. I know it.
Please, Mara. Please, God.
Please, just take me back.
You want me to forgive you for sleeping with a girl
that is barely out of an inner-city middle school?
Forget it. Go ahead, shoot me.
Shoot yourself. No, I'm not forgiving you.
Jackson can never know what I've done.
Our son can never know what I've done.
Did Vic get you involved in something?
He doesn't even know.
I killed Lem.
I did. I did it.
I did it.
I dropped a grenade in his lap and I just walked away.
And he was...
He was still breathing.
He was alive, and I just...
I just left him there, you know?
I just... No.
Mara, I-| killed him.
[SOBBING]
Why?
For us.
Mara, I did it for us.
I thought he was gonna take a deal.
That he was... He was gonna give us all away
and I thought he was gonna take me away from you.
From Jackson. From our baby.
I didn't know what else to do, Mara.
Now it's all wrong. It's all wrong.
It just keeps going all wrong.
God, please. God, please! Please, forgive me.
Please. I can't... I can't do this anymore.
I'm sorry.
Please, just ask me back.
[TIT]