Show: The Shield - 7x2
previously on "the shield"...
aah!
the armenians know about the money train!
diro green-lit your family.
if we just work together on this thing -- we don't work together on shit anymore.
you had me arrested.
you make the case go away.
as long as i'm locked up in here, everything's at risk.
shane is neck-deep in armenian shit.
we got to keep him close.
corrine: vic's had this ex-cop watching us all day long, and i don't know what's going on between -- i do.
he didn't know about the bogus armenian threat.
shane was acting out on some bullshit tip from some banger in county.
i guess one of us is being lied to.
this is cruz pezuela.
this city needs cops like you.
i have larger interests i'd like to protect.
found out the name of one of your former employees who was stealing secrets -- luis aramboles.
pezuela doesn't know you lost their blackmail files.
no.
what about the files?
he sold them to rezian.
the armenians are making a hard play for your barrio sandbox.
looks like i'm gonna need you to get my family clear of this thing.
make rezian believe the mexicans are the armenians' worst problem.
vendrell: this is l.a., baby.
it's latino land, and i know every mexican gang from here to sinaloa, which means that nothing happens to vic's family or you lose the only guy who can stop your mexican threat.
i got the mexicans thinking that the armenians are making a power play for the barrio.
so, what now?
we can just sit back, watch the gang war.
bring back memories?
on a clear night, you can see guardo's house from here.
don't worry.
i haven't seen his ghost around.
come on.
who's the amigo?
luis aramboles.
intel operative for the mexis.
he came up here to start some shit.
i told your boss you sold his box of sins to the armenians, which means you're breathing on borrowed time.
he won't believe that.
they're already out looking for you.
price on your head -- i could retire.
it's time to disappear...
unless you want me to just turn you over.
who's he?
someone who wants to help you with your travel arrangements.
he would never want to see an...innocent man get killed.
hey.
hey!
you want to give me a clue what all this is about?
he's the key to defusing the armenian time bomb you laid at my family's doorstep.
he's the keeper of the intel the mexis are using to blackmail their way to the top.
orwas, till i helped myself.
and you made it look like this prick sold out to the armos.
which lit the fuse for the blood feud we're stirring up between rezian and the mexicans.
nicely done.
aramboles is the only one who can put my face to the grab.
so he's got to go away.
i need you to hook him up with the coyotes we were using to get lem set up down in mexico.
who's he working for?
i want him gone by tomorrow night.
getting him out of the country's not a problem.
setting him up on a goat farm with money and contacts, it would be nice to know who and what i'm dealing with.
working with you to protect my family -- i'm down with that.
trusting you?
not there yet.
no, that's a mistake.
you should have come to me first.
this piece of shit rezian -- he's taken something that belongs tome.
so drop a couple of low-level armenian bodies on the street.
scare them into getting your blackmail box back, but trying to whack rezian now goes too far too fast.
it's already in motion.
be prepared to help me control the blowback.
when's this going down?
today.
we have some people in county jail where he's at.
look, when all hell breaks loose out on the street because of this...
it's gonna hurt your business.
and it's gonna hurt my ability to protect you.
i'm confident you'll be able to handle the job adequately.
any other questions?
not at the moment.
hey, tina, have you seen shane?
no, haven't had the pleasure today.
what the hell is this?
the mayor just released a list of the top-10 most wanted gangs to a press conference this morning.
hey, are we making celebrities of these douche bags now?
it's the latest initiative in the city's war on gangs.
it's just gonna get sets competing to move up the ladder.
gang crime's up 14% citywide this year.
while farmington's numbers are down.
i guess i can't be everywhere.
i weighed in against this with phillips.
i was told that the mayor wants to be proactive in identifying gang problems to reassure the public.
well, it made the front page, so hang on.
well, fortunately, most of these bangers can't read.
still, i got the over/under on one of these crews doing the first whack to move up the list in three hours.
i'll take the under.
rumor has it that you're scheduled for a new hearing.
four weeks from today.
well, if you would like to spend that time with your lawyer, your pba rep organizing your case...
as long as i got this, i'm gonna use it.
nice try, though.
vendrell: arrangements have been made.
have aramboles ready at 10:00.
this war we started is already spinning out of control.
mexicans have overreacted.
rezian's been green-lit.
they're gonna make a move against him tonight.
protecting rezian is the only thing that's keeping your family alive.
i'm not the one behind this.
we need to get rezian in protective custody.
it's too late for that.
he'll be dead before the request is processed.
jesus.
okay.
okay, maybe...
maybe my armenian problem goes away.
with rezian dead, maybe he's the only armo who knows enough about me to hold a grudge.
or maybe armenian number 2 knows what rezian knows and blames us for getting the boss whacked.
you have to warn him.
yeah, so he can get himself in the right frame of mind to take a shiv?
no, i'll figure out how to head that off.
meanwhile, you get cred by giving him a heads-up, and he'll owe you.
how you holding up?
oatmeal and bologna.
i haven't had a woman in weeks.
well, oatmeal's good for the colon.
you think this is funny?
the d.a.'s squeezing the accountant who did my books at the port.
he agreed to turn evidence.
he's being deposed this afternoon.
i'll see what i can do.
meantime, you got a much bigger problem.
i got word that you're hard candy.
you've been green-lit by the mexicans.
the mexicans?
why?
look, you just need to watch yourself until i can get you moved into protective custody.
i am going to protect you.
you better.
you know why?
anything happens to me, i've already given the order to go after your friend's family.
and yours, too.
if i wanted you dead, i wouldn't warn you.
then let's just call it incentive.
i guess some of these bangers canread.
asher: this is john layton, pasadena address, no priors, no witnesses, at least none of the sharing kind.
what's mr.
layton from pasadena with no priors doing walking around this stretch of misery?
gardocki: gang turf, upscale victim -- drugs?
this is not where whitey scores his powder.
century boulevard caters more to the pale-face group.
he's got over $100 in cash in his wallet.
it's no robbery.
maybe trying to pick up a trick?
the stroll's six blocks that way.
these tags -- los mags, one niners -- this is gang central.
we all know what this is.
only difference is, you're the one who has to call the mayor and tell him that his list got a white guy popped.
we don't know it's top-10 related.
drive-by?
vic: look, this list is like the standings in the sports section, and every gang is making a playoff push.
find the shooter.
[ indistinct talking over police radio ] okay, vic and i will take the one niners -- no, no, no, no.
shane comes with me.
i- i'll bring him up to speed.
you and julien go press the los mags.
how'd rezian take the bad news?
he's a big believer in life insurance.
he gets whacked, they come after your familyandmine.
we got to figure out how many rungs on the armenian ladder know about our money-train rip-off.
jesus christ!
how'd we lose control of this?
rezian's accountant's about to give him up.
he expects me to hose him down.
if we don't, that screws us up, too.
the accountant -- later.
keeping rezian alive -- now.
vic: moses.
just crashing by to say, "what up?"
vendrell: redecorating?
moses: this is all your boys.
pigs blew through here like a damn hurricane.
tossed my breezie's crib, too.
shut down my weed spot around the way, and i ain't done no harm.
you waking up in the morning does harm.
dead bodies on your turf -- not a good look, moses.
like i told po-po, don't know nothing about it.
didn't stop them from messing up my place.
i guess you don't know nothing about the top-10 list in the paper, either.
i know we reppin' at number 5.
i'm good with that.
blow a hole in a white man, you get respect, shot at number 1.
i'm a businessman.
and merking white folk is a no-go for my commerce.
what about one of your baby bangers trying to earn cred?
one of my g's wildin' out, i'd have heard.
there's plenty of nigs out there perpetrating felonious bullshit.
why don't you swarm on them?
stay out of my grill.
who else would pull a jack move like this?
athens, piru, spook street.
spook street didn't even make the list.
what i'm saying.
they need to step they game up or they out.
you got any soldiers in county, moses?
do i got soldiers in county?
we straight claiming county as one nine turf.
got a deal for you.
we have an associate locked up there.
needs protecting.
i ain't doing jack for you till this shooter's gaffled up.
keep the cops out of my shit.
you do this, i'll make sure our guys back off.
you got till 4:00 to make the streets smooth so i can be about my paper.
then i'll see about your boy in county.
deal.
sofer: please get these people behind the yellow tape.
victim's lana boyle.
looks like a cinder block fell and killed her.
wagenbach: death from above.
this is doug obermyer.
victim's his girlfriend.
i'm detective wagenbach.
this is detective billings.
i'm really sorry.
dude, one of those assholes murdered her!
you think this wasn't an accident?
those goddamned beaners have been hassling us ever since we rented this space.
um, this is a commercial building?
it's a rehearsal space.
lana was our lead singer.
yeah, rent's cheap in this neighborhood.
the tenants next door didn't like the music?
it was one of them, man.
they killed her.
you're gonna arrest somebody, right?
we're gonna talk to people, try and determine what happened.
i was out here when it happened!
they was yelling out of the window, bitching at us to move!
and -- and you didn't?
if they don't like our smoke, they can go back to mexico city and choke on the smog!
okay, doug, doug, don't go away.
i may need to talk to you again, okay?
i wonder if rock-star boy is more upset about losing his girl or his lead singer.
somebody did drop that cinder block intentionally, probably a resident.
maybe still in the crowd.
oh, right.
i'll, uh, get a read.
don't want to put you out.
i interviewed the boys in the band.
they were all out here when it happened, but nobody was looking up when the cinder block came tumbling down.
the band was just here taking a smoke break.
i need you to track down the building manager.
i want every tenant with a window view of the street brought down here.
policia.
we need everyone outside now.
policia!
man: qué carajo estás pensando?
hey!
come on out!
we can hear you in there!
great.
we respond to a murder.
we get a domestic.
iuna puta!
iabre la puerta ahora!
what?!
hey!
a little more respect!
and didn't you hear us knocking?!
listen up.
a girl was killed outside.
we need everyone downstairs now.
nothing to do with us.
icierra la pinche puerta!
step aside.
and you shut up.
tell your woman to put some clothes on and get downstairs for questioning right now.
hey!
put your hands where i can see them now!
he was getting a shirt to cover her up like you asked him to.
total news blackout on anything gang-related until further notice.
wouldn't have anything to do with the businessman being shot this morning?
whatever the reason, something like this happens, it's a tragedy.
and the timing couldn't be worse.
and because the mayor doesn't want to fuel speculation that his gangbanger hall of fame is the cause.
who's working the case?
strike team.
mackey in the mix?
front and center.
good.
oh, don't tell me you're drinking his kool-aid now, too.
am i the only one who will rember the trail his tornado left behind if and when he's finally thrown out of here?
i'm under no illusions, but a day like this one?
i can live with him.
who's that guy?
jamal just replaced trinitron as the number-one shot-caller for spook street, although he claims to be just another downtrodden black man in the struggle.
join the club.
you know what the street's saying about your set?
calling you the clown posse, as in laughingatyou, not with you.
hauling me out of bed without letting me take my calm pills.
spook street's a joke.
they in my pocket.
forget to take them yesterday, too.
and y'all are making me on edge.
hey, my wife -- she takes these when she's on the rag.
maybe i should get you a tampon, too.
you gave the order to merk that white guy, let people know that spook street's still around.
maybe you can get spook street on that top-10 list.
hell, they could put together a top-100 list.
your piece-of-shit crew wouldn't be on it.
how am i trying to beef with some white dude i never seen?
maybe you were just trying to lay down the law, trying to get your soldiers to come correct, pasadena square biz walks into your line of fire...
look, if this was accidental, maybe one of the guys in your crew has an itchy finger, we can help.
all you got to do is tell us the truth.
man, i got kids to feed...
another one on the way.
my moms is dying.
i ain't a clown.
i ain't a bitch.
just trying to look out for my own, make my way.
a man of peace.
with the most high as my witness, i didn't shoot no man.
don't know about no shooting.
now, please, can i have my pills?
any gang presence in the building -- young men, tattoos, baggy t-shirts?
yeah, i know what gang members look like.
nah, it's mostly families.
they pay their rents on time, and they keep to themselves.
complaints about the noise and the smoking next door -- anybody particularly more upset?
nobody's complained to me, and i can't think of anybody here who would do anything like this.
where were you when it happened?
at the hardware store to get a pipe fixture for a broken toilet.
um, thanks.
i'm gonna need that tenant list.
sure.
can i, uh...
steal him for a minute?
i'll be back.
you get any good information?
if you mean her phone number, no, thanks to you.
um...
if this is the billings level of effort i can look forward to, you may as well just go home.
no, me interviewing a witness is just as good as you doing the same.
i'm the only one working at maximum capacity.
really?
what did you come up with so far?
sofer: hey, dutch, i talked to every tenant with an apartment on this side of the street, and every single one of them says they didn't see anything.
hanlon: same here.
looks like they'd rather be watching theirnovelas than help i.d.
a killer.
yeah, don't worry.
dutch is on the case.
young woman got her head bashed in.
you're not disturbed by the apathy?
why don't you take a look around you?
we've been standing in the hot sun for how long now, and we are right where we started.
so if you've got some magic beans in your detective bag of tricks that'll make these people give a shit, why don't you start planting them?
you know what, steve?
you're right.
we have been here a while.
excuse me!
could i have your attention?
i'm pleased to announce that, today, you're all gonna have the pleasure of seeing your local tax dollars at work up close and personal.
since none of you want to do the right thing here, you're all coming down to the farmington station for continued questioning.
and until someone comes forward who saw what happened, i'm gonna make all of your lives as inconvenient and unpleasant as possible.
have a nice day.
better get a bus down here.
what's up?
colorado plates.
visiting usc for graduation.
and they thought tuition was a bitch.
same neighborhood, m.o., victim profile.
hey, claudette...
you need to be back at the office on spin control.
we got this.
you're not used to a short leash?
i'm fine.
woman: i saw what happened!
i was right over there, and i saw it all.
woman #2: you need to stop snitchin', bitch!
why you helping one time?!
you need to mind your mouth and get back to your mama!
you a straight rat, you old fool!
stop snitchin'!
i lived in that building for 40 years, and i seen these young folks turn these streets into living hell!
woman #2: no snitchin'!
why don't you let us take you back to the station, where you can make a statement someplace quiet?
for safety?
i'm not scared.
i'm too old for scared.
my sons are in jail.
my lesbian daughter won't give me grandchildren.
they want to kill me?
i can't wait to see my jesus.
did you get a look at the shooter?
there were two, and they were in gray do-rags.
spook street.
you just told me you ruled them out.
jamal lied his ass off, and i bought it.
can you give us a physical description of these men?
age, height, tattoos?
they wasn't no men.
they were like 13 or 14...
maybe.
they were babies -- babies on bicycles.
vic: hey, moses!
yo!
the shooters are spook street.
case closed.
now, call up your boys in county.
they need to be on the lookout for this armenian dude.
his name is rezian.
byz lats is looking to put him down.
only you're not gonna let that happen.
so get off the weed and get on the phone with your boys in county.
you have a window that faces the street.
you didn't see what happened?
i always keep my blinds closed.
even on a hot day like today?
when i'm in my apartment, i like to be naked.
thanks.
excuse me.
where'd you get those?
from that man.
oh, come on.
hey, asher, take this lying piece of shit jamal upstairs.
hey, guys.
what a surprise.
busy day.
what's going on?
why do you have somebody watching us and following us?
you didn't get a tip from some banger in county.
mara told me about the whole armenian thing you and shane are mixed up with.
now, what's the truth?
hey, calm down.
let's not do this here, okay?
come on.
cass, don't move.
what the hell is going on?
i'm handling it.
oh, handling it is by tying up mara and gagging her?
that's a gross exaggeration.
look, shane got both of our families in a jam, which i am currently getting us all out of.
i need you -- trust you, right?
we were working an undercover job.
believe me, you don't want to know the details.
now, shane used bad judgment.
that's why you have some ex-cop following me?
he's just there to -- he's just there to make sure you're all right.
look...
...the truth is, something might be going down.
i want to move you guys to a hotel.
i don't believe this.
i'm done.
i'm going to connecticut -- my cousin's.
i need you to stay in town where me and my guys can look out for you.
if you think i would let anyone hurt you or my children, you don't know me.
do you work here?
eight hours a day, minus half-hour for lunch.
you need some change for the vending machine?
i want someone arrested for a crime.
yeah?
who's that, sweetheart?
my father.
wyms: got a call claiming responsibility for the murders.
we already know it's spook street.
caller confirms it's spook street working with al-qaeda.
al-qaeda in the hood?
this is serious.
knock yourself out.
but it's bullshit.
i've seen the fbi report.
there's internet chatter.
terrorist groups are trying to get in business with local street gangs.
we're rolling on internet rumors now?
hell, on the internet, dutch boy is still a 13-year-old girl looking for her first training bra.
terrorists funding their operations by selling drugs and weapons to gang members who deal drugs and weapons -- how is that a stretch?
look, we spend all day, every day, in the barrio.
that's just not what's going on.
how does it look if we do nothing and, god forbid, the unthinkable happens?
it's the world we're living in now.
all right.
we'll work the international terrorist angle.
we've already notified homeland security.
they'll be taking over from here.
when the men from u.n.c.l.e.
are cruising alvarado looking for osama, i'll be sweating some good, old-fashioned, trash-talking american dipshit.
jamal...
lying to me is unacceptable.
man, i told you the truth and nothing but the truth.
yeah, with the most high as your witness.
i know.
only i got a witness, too, saw the shooters in spook street colors.
then there's some niggas out there false flaggin'.
listen, shithead!
the feds are gonna be here in a minute.
once they get here, i can't help you.
oh, white people get shot, and it's a federal case now?
oh, we're way past black and white.
your boys used the al-qaeda card, which means you got a rainbow coalition of law enforcement shitting multicultural bricks.
look, i gots no love for them sand niggas.
i claim black man south central east side rider.
well, you're gonna be the only cat in guantanamo praying in that direction.
the rest of your homies for life, they'll have their asses in the air, noses in the carpet, facing mecca, and there ain't no calm pills in gitmo.
i gave no order.
some "g," unaffiliated, outside my set, does a deed -- how's that on me?
the shooters were baby g's.
they were kids.
what?
we was watching cnn.
i made a joke.
you know, you want to stir shit up, say you riding with al-qaeda, taking flight on a white man.
bad shit happens to him or one of his blonde breezies, that's all anybody talks about -- period, point blank.
you're the boss.
someone took your joke as an order.
who?
some kid called my phone from the barbershop, talking crazy shit.
i didn't pay it no mind.
i need a name.
who?
psh!
i don't know, man.
some little shorty always underfoot.
step out of the room, detective.
what time did you get this call?
about 2:30.
hey.
i need to look at jamal tillman's property.
tillman.
hey!
cut the shit!
here you go.
great.
thank you.
hi.
i'm detective vendrell.
i need to speak to mr.
grubman.
no visits.
i'm the arresting officer.
i just need to speak with him before his deposition.
sorry.
i'm not supposed to allowanyonein that room.
look, we have reason to believe he may have been threatened.
he recants his previous statements to us under duress, an armenian mob boss goes free.
now, you want that on your résumé, rookie?
look, you're just trying to do your job.
why don't you come in with me?
hi, mr.
grubman.
u're the cop who arrested rezian.
vendrell: yes, i was.
they have you down here today, too?
i'm always working.
i, uh...
i came to thank you for testifying.
we're very confident in our case against mr.
rezian.
just trying to do the right thing.
is there anything else that we can get you to make you more comfortable?
no, i'm fine.
and we'd all like for it to stay that way.
okay.
we don't want you to have any fears about testifying.
we're not gonna let any harm come to you or your daughter down in anaheim.
my daughter?
well, when we heard about the death threat, we took every precaution to guarantee katrona's safety.
you have my word.
now, is there any part of your testimony...
that you would like to go over so that we're clear?
no.
i'm perfectly clear on what i need to say.
great.
great.
[ telephone ringing, indistinct conversations ] vic: uh...
i might be able to help i.c.e.
think locally and act globally.
you interested?
i'm a big-picture gal.
of course i'm interested.
look, i got the name and address of an illegal alien who's running weapons.
he's a fired mexican intel op
aah!
the armenians know about the money train!
diro green-lit your family.
if we just work together on this thing -- we don't work together on shit anymore.
you had me arrested.
you make the case go away.
as long as i'm locked up in here, everything's at risk.
shane is neck-deep in armenian shit.
we got to keep him close.
corrine: vic's had this ex-cop watching us all day long, and i don't know what's going on between -- i do.
he didn't know about the bogus armenian threat.
shane was acting out on some bullshit tip from some banger in county.
i guess one of us is being lied to.
this is cruz pezuela.
this city needs cops like you.
i have larger interests i'd like to protect.
found out the name of one of your former employees who was stealing secrets -- luis aramboles.
pezuela doesn't know you lost their blackmail files.
no.
what about the files?
he sold them to rezian.
the armenians are making a hard play for your barrio sandbox.
looks like i'm gonna need you to get my family clear of this thing.
make rezian believe the mexicans are the armenians' worst problem.
vendrell: this is l.a., baby.
it's latino land, and i know every mexican gang from here to sinaloa, which means that nothing happens to vic's family or you lose the only guy who can stop your mexican threat.
i got the mexicans thinking that the armenians are making a power play for the barrio.
so, what now?
we can just sit back, watch the gang war.
bring back memories?
on a clear night, you can see guardo's house from here.
don't worry.
i haven't seen his ghost around.
come on.
who's the amigo?
luis aramboles.
intel operative for the mexis.
he came up here to start some shit.
i told your boss you sold his box of sins to the armenians, which means you're breathing on borrowed time.
he won't believe that.
they're already out looking for you.
price on your head -- i could retire.
it's time to disappear...
unless you want me to just turn you over.
who's he?
someone who wants to help you with your travel arrangements.
he would never want to see an...innocent man get killed.
hey.
hey!
you want to give me a clue what all this is about?
he's the key to defusing the armenian time bomb you laid at my family's doorstep.
he's the keeper of the intel the mexis are using to blackmail their way to the top.
orwas, till i helped myself.
and you made it look like this prick sold out to the armos.
which lit the fuse for the blood feud we're stirring up between rezian and the mexicans.
nicely done.
aramboles is the only one who can put my face to the grab.
so he's got to go away.
i need you to hook him up with the coyotes we were using to get lem set up down in mexico.
who's he working for?
i want him gone by tomorrow night.
getting him out of the country's not a problem.
setting him up on a goat farm with money and contacts, it would be nice to know who and what i'm dealing with.
working with you to protect my family -- i'm down with that.
trusting you?
not there yet.
no, that's a mistake.
you should have come to me first.
this piece of shit rezian -- he's taken something that belongs tome.
so drop a couple of low-level armenian bodies on the street.
scare them into getting your blackmail box back, but trying to whack rezian now goes too far too fast.
it's already in motion.
be prepared to help me control the blowback.
when's this going down?
today.
we have some people in county jail where he's at.
look, when all hell breaks loose out on the street because of this...
it's gonna hurt your business.
and it's gonna hurt my ability to protect you.
i'm confident you'll be able to handle the job adequately.
any other questions?
not at the moment.
hey, tina, have you seen shane?
no, haven't had the pleasure today.
what the hell is this?
the mayor just released a list of the top-10 most wanted gangs to a press conference this morning.
hey, are we making celebrities of these douche bags now?
it's the latest initiative in the city's war on gangs.
it's just gonna get sets competing to move up the ladder.
gang crime's up 14% citywide this year.
while farmington's numbers are down.
i guess i can't be everywhere.
i weighed in against this with phillips.
i was told that the mayor wants to be proactive in identifying gang problems to reassure the public.
well, it made the front page, so hang on.
well, fortunately, most of these bangers can't read.
still, i got the over/under on one of these crews doing the first whack to move up the list in three hours.
i'll take the under.
rumor has it that you're scheduled for a new hearing.
four weeks from today.
well, if you would like to spend that time with your lawyer, your pba rep organizing your case...
as long as i got this, i'm gonna use it.
nice try, though.
vendrell: arrangements have been made.
have aramboles ready at 10:00.
this war we started is already spinning out of control.
mexicans have overreacted.
rezian's been green-lit.
they're gonna make a move against him tonight.
protecting rezian is the only thing that's keeping your family alive.
i'm not the one behind this.
we need to get rezian in protective custody.
it's too late for that.
he'll be dead before the request is processed.
jesus.
okay.
okay, maybe...
maybe my armenian problem goes away.
with rezian dead, maybe he's the only armo who knows enough about me to hold a grudge.
or maybe armenian number 2 knows what rezian knows and blames us for getting the boss whacked.
you have to warn him.
yeah, so he can get himself in the right frame of mind to take a shiv?
no, i'll figure out how to head that off.
meanwhile, you get cred by giving him a heads-up, and he'll owe you.
how you holding up?
oatmeal and bologna.
i haven't had a woman in weeks.
well, oatmeal's good for the colon.
you think this is funny?
the d.a.'s squeezing the accountant who did my books at the port.
he agreed to turn evidence.
he's being deposed this afternoon.
i'll see what i can do.
meantime, you got a much bigger problem.
i got word that you're hard candy.
you've been green-lit by the mexicans.
the mexicans?
why?
look, you just need to watch yourself until i can get you moved into protective custody.
i am going to protect you.
you better.
you know why?
anything happens to me, i've already given the order to go after your friend's family.
and yours, too.
if i wanted you dead, i wouldn't warn you.
then let's just call it incentive.
i guess some of these bangers canread.
asher: this is john layton, pasadena address, no priors, no witnesses, at least none of the sharing kind.
what's mr.
layton from pasadena with no priors doing walking around this stretch of misery?
gardocki: gang turf, upscale victim -- drugs?
this is not where whitey scores his powder.
century boulevard caters more to the pale-face group.
he's got over $100 in cash in his wallet.
it's no robbery.
maybe trying to pick up a trick?
the stroll's six blocks that way.
these tags -- los mags, one niners -- this is gang central.
we all know what this is.
only difference is, you're the one who has to call the mayor and tell him that his list got a white guy popped.
we don't know it's top-10 related.
drive-by?
vic: look, this list is like the standings in the sports section, and every gang is making a playoff push.
find the shooter.
[ indistinct talking over police radio ] okay, vic and i will take the one niners -- no, no, no, no.
shane comes with me.
i- i'll bring him up to speed.
you and julien go press the los mags.
how'd rezian take the bad news?
he's a big believer in life insurance.
he gets whacked, they come after your familyandmine.
we got to figure out how many rungs on the armenian ladder know about our money-train rip-off.
jesus christ!
how'd we lose control of this?
rezian's accountant's about to give him up.
he expects me to hose him down.
if we don't, that screws us up, too.
the accountant -- later.
keeping rezian alive -- now.
vic: moses.
just crashing by to say, "what up?"
vendrell: redecorating?
moses: this is all your boys.
pigs blew through here like a damn hurricane.
tossed my breezie's crib, too.
shut down my weed spot around the way, and i ain't done no harm.
you waking up in the morning does harm.
dead bodies on your turf -- not a good look, moses.
like i told po-po, don't know nothing about it.
didn't stop them from messing up my place.
i guess you don't know nothing about the top-10 list in the paper, either.
i know we reppin' at number 5.
i'm good with that.
blow a hole in a white man, you get respect, shot at number 1.
i'm a businessman.
and merking white folk is a no-go for my commerce.
what about one of your baby bangers trying to earn cred?
one of my g's wildin' out, i'd have heard.
there's plenty of nigs out there perpetrating felonious bullshit.
why don't you swarm on them?
stay out of my grill.
who else would pull a jack move like this?
athens, piru, spook street.
spook street didn't even make the list.
what i'm saying.
they need to step they game up or they out.
you got any soldiers in county, moses?
do i got soldiers in county?
we straight claiming county as one nine turf.
got a deal for you.
we have an associate locked up there.
needs protecting.
i ain't doing jack for you till this shooter's gaffled up.
keep the cops out of my shit.
you do this, i'll make sure our guys back off.
you got till 4:00 to make the streets smooth so i can be about my paper.
then i'll see about your boy in county.
deal.
sofer: please get these people behind the yellow tape.
victim's lana boyle.
looks like a cinder block fell and killed her.
wagenbach: death from above.
this is doug obermyer.
victim's his girlfriend.
i'm detective wagenbach.
this is detective billings.
i'm really sorry.
dude, one of those assholes murdered her!
you think this wasn't an accident?
those goddamned beaners have been hassling us ever since we rented this space.
um, this is a commercial building?
it's a rehearsal space.
lana was our lead singer.
yeah, rent's cheap in this neighborhood.
the tenants next door didn't like the music?
it was one of them, man.
they killed her.
you're gonna arrest somebody, right?
we're gonna talk to people, try and determine what happened.
i was out here when it happened!
they was yelling out of the window, bitching at us to move!
and -- and you didn't?
if they don't like our smoke, they can go back to mexico city and choke on the smog!
okay, doug, doug, don't go away.
i may need to talk to you again, okay?
i wonder if rock-star boy is more upset about losing his girl or his lead singer.
somebody did drop that cinder block intentionally, probably a resident.
maybe still in the crowd.
oh, right.
i'll, uh, get a read.
don't want to put you out.
i interviewed the boys in the band.
they were all out here when it happened, but nobody was looking up when the cinder block came tumbling down.
the band was just here taking a smoke break.
i need you to track down the building manager.
i want every tenant with a window view of the street brought down here.
policia.
we need everyone outside now.
policia!
man: qué carajo estás pensando?
hey!
come on out!
we can hear you in there!
great.
we respond to a murder.
we get a domestic.
iuna puta!
iabre la puerta ahora!
what?!
hey!
a little more respect!
and didn't you hear us knocking?!
listen up.
a girl was killed outside.
we need everyone downstairs now.
nothing to do with us.
icierra la pinche puerta!
step aside.
and you shut up.
tell your woman to put some clothes on and get downstairs for questioning right now.
hey!
put your hands where i can see them now!
he was getting a shirt to cover her up like you asked him to.
total news blackout on anything gang-related until further notice.
wouldn't have anything to do with the businessman being shot this morning?
whatever the reason, something like this happens, it's a tragedy.
and the timing couldn't be worse.
and because the mayor doesn't want to fuel speculation that his gangbanger hall of fame is the cause.
who's working the case?
strike team.
mackey in the mix?
front and center.
good.
oh, don't tell me you're drinking his kool-aid now, too.
am i the only one who will rember the trail his tornado left behind if and when he's finally thrown out of here?
i'm under no illusions, but a day like this one?
i can live with him.
who's that guy?
jamal just replaced trinitron as the number-one shot-caller for spook street, although he claims to be just another downtrodden black man in the struggle.
join the club.
you know what the street's saying about your set?
calling you the clown posse, as in laughingatyou, not with you.
hauling me out of bed without letting me take my calm pills.
spook street's a joke.
they in my pocket.
forget to take them yesterday, too.
and y'all are making me on edge.
hey, my wife -- she takes these when she's on the rag.
maybe i should get you a tampon, too.
you gave the order to merk that white guy, let people know that spook street's still around.
maybe you can get spook street on that top-10 list.
hell, they could put together a top-100 list.
your piece-of-shit crew wouldn't be on it.
how am i trying to beef with some white dude i never seen?
maybe you were just trying to lay down the law, trying to get your soldiers to come correct, pasadena square biz walks into your line of fire...
look, if this was accidental, maybe one of the guys in your crew has an itchy finger, we can help.
all you got to do is tell us the truth.
man, i got kids to feed...
another one on the way.
my moms is dying.
i ain't a clown.
i ain't a bitch.
just trying to look out for my own, make my way.
a man of peace.
with the most high as my witness, i didn't shoot no man.
don't know about no shooting.
now, please, can i have my pills?
any gang presence in the building -- young men, tattoos, baggy t-shirts?
yeah, i know what gang members look like.
nah, it's mostly families.
they pay their rents on time, and they keep to themselves.
complaints about the noise and the smoking next door -- anybody particularly more upset?
nobody's complained to me, and i can't think of anybody here who would do anything like this.
where were you when it happened?
at the hardware store to get a pipe fixture for a broken toilet.
um, thanks.
i'm gonna need that tenant list.
sure.
can i, uh...
steal him for a minute?
i'll be back.
you get any good information?
if you mean her phone number, no, thanks to you.
um...
if this is the billings level of effort i can look forward to, you may as well just go home.
no, me interviewing a witness is just as good as you doing the same.
i'm the only one working at maximum capacity.
really?
what did you come up with so far?
sofer: hey, dutch, i talked to every tenant with an apartment on this side of the street, and every single one of them says they didn't see anything.
hanlon: same here.
looks like they'd rather be watching theirnovelas than help i.d.
a killer.
yeah, don't worry.
dutch is on the case.
young woman got her head bashed in.
you're not disturbed by the apathy?
why don't you take a look around you?
we've been standing in the hot sun for how long now, and we are right where we started.
so if you've got some magic beans in your detective bag of tricks that'll make these people give a shit, why don't you start planting them?
you know what, steve?
you're right.
we have been here a while.
excuse me!
could i have your attention?
i'm pleased to announce that, today, you're all gonna have the pleasure of seeing your local tax dollars at work up close and personal.
since none of you want to do the right thing here, you're all coming down to the farmington station for continued questioning.
and until someone comes forward who saw what happened, i'm gonna make all of your lives as inconvenient and unpleasant as possible.
have a nice day.
better get a bus down here.
what's up?
colorado plates.
visiting usc for graduation.
and they thought tuition was a bitch.
same neighborhood, m.o., victim profile.
hey, claudette...
you need to be back at the office on spin control.
we got this.
you're not used to a short leash?
i'm fine.
woman: i saw what happened!
i was right over there, and i saw it all.
woman #2: you need to stop snitchin', bitch!
why you helping one time?!
you need to mind your mouth and get back to your mama!
you a straight rat, you old fool!
stop snitchin'!
i lived in that building for 40 years, and i seen these young folks turn these streets into living hell!
woman #2: no snitchin'!
why don't you let us take you back to the station, where you can make a statement someplace quiet?
for safety?
i'm not scared.
i'm too old for scared.
my sons are in jail.
my lesbian daughter won't give me grandchildren.
they want to kill me?
i can't wait to see my jesus.
did you get a look at the shooter?
there were two, and they were in gray do-rags.
spook street.
you just told me you ruled them out.
jamal lied his ass off, and i bought it.
can you give us a physical description of these men?
age, height, tattoos?
they wasn't no men.
they were like 13 or 14...
maybe.
they were babies -- babies on bicycles.
vic: hey, moses!
yo!
the shooters are spook street.
case closed.
now, call up your boys in county.
they need to be on the lookout for this armenian dude.
his name is rezian.
byz lats is looking to put him down.
only you're not gonna let that happen.
so get off the weed and get on the phone with your boys in county.
you have a window that faces the street.
you didn't see what happened?
i always keep my blinds closed.
even on a hot day like today?
when i'm in my apartment, i like to be naked.
thanks.
excuse me.
where'd you get those?
from that man.
oh, come on.
hey, asher, take this lying piece of shit jamal upstairs.
hey, guys.
what a surprise.
busy day.
what's going on?
why do you have somebody watching us and following us?
you didn't get a tip from some banger in county.
mara told me about the whole armenian thing you and shane are mixed up with.
now, what's the truth?
hey, calm down.
let's not do this here, okay?
come on.
cass, don't move.
what the hell is going on?
i'm handling it.
oh, handling it is by tying up mara and gagging her?
that's a gross exaggeration.
look, shane got both of our families in a jam, which i am currently getting us all out of.
i need you -- trust you, right?
we were working an undercover job.
believe me, you don't want to know the details.
now, shane used bad judgment.
that's why you have some ex-cop following me?
he's just there to -- he's just there to make sure you're all right.
look...
...the truth is, something might be going down.
i want to move you guys to a hotel.
i don't believe this.
i'm done.
i'm going to connecticut -- my cousin's.
i need you to stay in town where me and my guys can look out for you.
if you think i would let anyone hurt you or my children, you don't know me.
do you work here?
eight hours a day, minus half-hour for lunch.
you need some change for the vending machine?
i want someone arrested for a crime.
yeah?
who's that, sweetheart?
my father.
wyms: got a call claiming responsibility for the murders.
we already know it's spook street.
caller confirms it's spook street working with al-qaeda.
al-qaeda in the hood?
this is serious.
knock yourself out.
but it's bullshit.
i've seen the fbi report.
there's internet chatter.
terrorist groups are trying to get in business with local street gangs.
we're rolling on internet rumors now?
hell, on the internet, dutch boy is still a 13-year-old girl looking for her first training bra.
terrorists funding their operations by selling drugs and weapons to gang members who deal drugs and weapons -- how is that a stretch?
look, we spend all day, every day, in the barrio.
that's just not what's going on.
how does it look if we do nothing and, god forbid, the unthinkable happens?
it's the world we're living in now.
all right.
we'll work the international terrorist angle.
we've already notified homeland security.
they'll be taking over from here.
when the men from u.n.c.l.e.
are cruising alvarado looking for osama, i'll be sweating some good, old-fashioned, trash-talking american dipshit.
jamal...
lying to me is unacceptable.
man, i told you the truth and nothing but the truth.
yeah, with the most high as your witness.
i know.
only i got a witness, too, saw the shooters in spook street colors.
then there's some niggas out there false flaggin'.
listen, shithead!
the feds are gonna be here in a minute.
once they get here, i can't help you.
oh, white people get shot, and it's a federal case now?
oh, we're way past black and white.
your boys used the al-qaeda card, which means you got a rainbow coalition of law enforcement shitting multicultural bricks.
look, i gots no love for them sand niggas.
i claim black man south central east side rider.
well, you're gonna be the only cat in guantanamo praying in that direction.
the rest of your homies for life, they'll have their asses in the air, noses in the carpet, facing mecca, and there ain't no calm pills in gitmo.
i gave no order.
some "g," unaffiliated, outside my set, does a deed -- how's that on me?
the shooters were baby g's.
they were kids.
what?
we was watching cnn.
i made a joke.
you know, you want to stir shit up, say you riding with al-qaeda, taking flight on a white man.
bad shit happens to him or one of his blonde breezies, that's all anybody talks about -- period, point blank.
you're the boss.
someone took your joke as an order.
who?
some kid called my phone from the barbershop, talking crazy shit.
i didn't pay it no mind.
i need a name.
who?
psh!
i don't know, man.
some little shorty always underfoot.
step out of the room, detective.
what time did you get this call?
about 2:30.
hey.
i need to look at jamal tillman's property.
tillman.
hey!
cut the shit!
here you go.
great.
thank you.
hi.
i'm detective vendrell.
i need to speak to mr.
grubman.
no visits.
i'm the arresting officer.
i just need to speak with him before his deposition.
sorry.
i'm not supposed to allowanyonein that room.
look, we have reason to believe he may have been threatened.
he recants his previous statements to us under duress, an armenian mob boss goes free.
now, you want that on your résumé, rookie?
look, you're just trying to do your job.
why don't you come in with me?
hi, mr.
grubman.
u're the cop who arrested rezian.
vendrell: yes, i was.
they have you down here today, too?
i'm always working.
i, uh...
i came to thank you for testifying.
we're very confident in our case against mr.
rezian.
just trying to do the right thing.
is there anything else that we can get you to make you more comfortable?
no, i'm fine.
and we'd all like for it to stay that way.
okay.
we don't want you to have any fears about testifying.
we're not gonna let any harm come to you or your daughter down in anaheim.
my daughter?
well, when we heard about the death threat, we took every precaution to guarantee katrona's safety.
you have my word.
now, is there any part of your testimony...
that you would like to go over so that we're clear?
no.
i'm perfectly clear on what i need to say.
great.
great.
[ telephone ringing, indistinct conversations ] vic: uh...
i might be able to help i.c.e.
think locally and act globally.
you interested?
i'm a big-picture gal.
of course i'm interested.
look, i got the name and address of an illegal alien who's running weapons.
he's a fired mexican intel op