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- Aceveda wants us to find Armadillo. We're just trying to figure out the best way to do it. My grandfather had Alzheimer's. I know how hard it is. I was only gone an hour. I mean, the cleaning lady said she'd watch her. We'll find her. I promise. Is there anyplace where she might go? People she might visit? No. Most of her friends have been moved or passed away. - Any other family members in town? - No. - I'm her only child. - Good news is I talked to the morgue and hospitals. No matches on a Jeannie Sutton. Listen, uh, we've notified our patrol cars. We're going to distribute a flyer with your mom's photo. Someone will find her. Dutch and I will oversee the search until someone does. Hey. - Uh, you busy a week from Sunday? - I don't think so. Why? - Actually, I'm getting married. - Married? To who? - Vanessa. - The mom you've been seeing, like, for a month?
- It's been seven weeks. - Please, tell me this is a joke. Uh, no. I love her. She loves me. Julien. Jesus. - How goes it? - Good. Good. - I'm getting married. - Holy crap. - Yeah. - Congratulations. - Thanks. - Better you than me. Yeah, that's what I hear. Look, it's gonna be a small ceremony... - but I really want you to be there. - Julien... - you are gay. - No. I was misguided. But with the help of God, I'm now on the right path. I've heard all about that reorientation crap. It's completely twisted. - That is just anti-religious propaganda. - Julien... - They are not helping you. - They are helping me.
I just need to know whether or not you're coming to my wedding. She took three bags of candy and then what? Then I yelled at her to stop and pay me. But she was really out of it. You know, like, loco? I was really worried about her. If you were so worried about her, why didn't you stop her? I'm gonna tackle some old lady? I called you, didn't I? Yeah, I know that store. My mom used to work there. - She did? - Yeah. A long time ago. Used to be a soda shop... called something else, but that was her first job. What other things did she do back then? - Where've you been? - Uh, I felt like a sandwich. Your break was over two hours ago. We've got a case here. I was hungry. And I wouldn't exactly call this a case. Jeannie was spotted in a store she used to work in as a teenager. Now, if she's in a delusional state, she might be going back into her past. - If we do our homework... - Whoa, whoa, whoa. We're not going to find her by psychoanalyzing the last 60 years of her life. God knows how many defining moments she's had. - You have another theory, pitch it out. - She's an old, white lady... wondering around in a black and Hispanic neighborhood in pajamas and slippers.
- Somebody's gonna call her in. - Detectives. Someone spotted your woman trying to get into a locked apartment an hour ago. 960 Chester Avenue, number 16. - See? - How much you wanna bet that's a blast from the past? - Uh, excuse me? - Yeah, excuse you. No, asshole. You bump into somebody, show some manners. Apologize. - That's funny to you? - Yeah. How funny would it be if I knocked those oversized teeth out? Why don't you back up, Dutch-boy, before you find my boot print halfway up your ass? Whoa. We got more important things to do. Come on. - What's the matter with you? - Nothing. Just not going to take shit from people anymore. - Come on, man. - That's not my lawyer, bro. Sit down. Your baby brother's stupid enough to stay in town. You tell him that I got some new rules for him. - No more dealing to kids. - I don't talk to Armadillo. You can get him word. Farmington is my house.
Nothin' gets dealt there without my approval. You keep it away from the kids. There's plenty of junkies to go around. Armadillo doesn't like rules. See that One-niner over there? I've done a few favors for his crew out on the street. He's willing to pay me back. One phone call from me and you're greenlit. - Greenlit? - It's an American prison term. It means you'll be shanked in the shower, asshole. Bleed out before the guards even know you're late for breakfast. You tell Armadillo about my new rules... and if he says one thing about me or my crew... I'll make that call. - You greenlit Navaro? - No. I just threatened to. Greenlighting Navaro's a bluff. Hopefully... it'll get him to contact Armadillo, give us his location. If Navaro or any of his crew make a call, the county guards... will monitor it and let us listen in. - Ronnie, work on tracking those calls. - I'll wire us up. And if Armadillo's on the other end, we just bring him in? I mean, what if he talks about, you know? We're cops. He's a fugitive. We got a job to do. - I don't know, man. - Maybe he'll buy this whole greenlighting thing. Keep his mouth shut to save his brother.
Okay. She was banging on my door. Jiggling the knob. I opened up, and she just started yelling, "Who are you?" This the woman? Crazy. Yeah, that's her. She was babbling mostly. Kept asking about Earl. - Earl? - Yeah. "Where's Earl?" That's what she said. Earl, you lived in Apartment 16, 960 Chester Avenue? - Yeah, a long time ago. - 1946 to 1948? If you say so. - Do you remember a Jeannie Sutton? - No. What about her maiden name, Jeannie Russell? Jeannie Russell. Yeah, her I remember. You date her? Yeah, for about a year on and off. Right after the war. - I met her at a soda shop she worked at. - Mmm. - You two keep in touch? - No, no. I haven't seen her since... I don't know. But if she still looks as good as she used to, give her my number.
Well, Earl, Jeannie has Alzheimer's now. She's lost. We're trying to find her. - Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. - Detective. We think she might try to contact you. - If she does, would you give us a call? - Oh, absolutely. A civilian saw one of my flyers. Called in, said she saw Jeannie hanging around Echo Park. - Sorry to waste your time. - Thanks. This is a C.I. contract. D.A.'s grateful for your school tip. You'll be required to provide four tips every month. Tips that lead to arrests. - And I get paid? - Two thousand a month. It's not free money, Connie. Four tips every month, and you gotta stay legit. You'll be tested at random. - Why are they gonna test me? - Because they care where their money goes. - Why, you worried? - No. I just don't like peeing in a cup three times a week. - When do I get my check? - As soon as you give us a tip. - I gave you a tip. - That was in good faith.
Clock starts as soon as you sign. I'll take a look. What happened? A three year old opened a packet of candy from his brother's backpack. - Except it wasn't candy. - The free "H"? - Jesus Christ. - Poor kid. His brother over there says he got it from school. He's too young to go to Truman East. He doesn't go to Truman East. He goes to South Torres. Armadillo's running this shit through the grade schools too? I'm sick of this. Whatever you're going to do, do it quick. - I've already done it. - Well, do more. - Yeah, like what? - I don't know. Anything. You can't use Felipe in an undercover capacity. Even though he'd lead us to Armadillo, he's a minor. And it's illegal to use a minor as a C.I. Right. How'd that two hours in the cage feel? Huh? How's 20 years gonna feel? I can't go when someone's watching me. You better get used to it. I'm gonna be watching you for a while.
Wh-What do you mean? You're gonna do a good deed, Felipe. Make the Boys Club proud. What kind of good deed? The State of California has a problem with me using minors undercover... so technically, we're just gonna let you go free. Keep an eye on you... for your own safety. Keep an eye on me? You try to lose us, you go right back in the can. You're gonna reconnect with Duardo, find out where Armadillo's hiding. Yo, ma'am, shuffle broad. Hey! Hey, hey! Police. Hold it. Hey, who taught you you could treat an old woman like that? She can't tell. Crawling around, clawing at the sidewalk. - She's crazy. - Okay, honey. It's all right. - Get out of here. Go on. - We'll get you home to your daughter. You all right? Got her. - Danny, right? - Hi. Vanessa. We met before.
Is Julien around? - Uh, he should be right back. - We're going over floral arrangements for the wedding. Right. Congratulations. Thanks. It's all happening so fast. Yeah. Well, Julien's a special guy. I have never met a man with such integrity. He's gonna make a great father for Randall. I'm really lucky. Hi. - You ready? - Yeah. Hey, Julien, can I see you for a sec first? I'll meet you at the car. - My God. You haven't told her yet? - It's not necessary. Julien, she is a single woman with a child. - It's in my past. It is not important. - She has a right to know. - Every mistake I've ever made? - About something as important as this? Absolutely. So you tell every man you've been with about every shameful thing you've ever done? You know what? If you don't tell her before the wedding, I will.
- What are you gonna do with your cut? - What? Your cut. From the money train. Look, we discuss this only when we have to. The more we talk about it, the more chance someone else hears. - Our fugitive's calling in. - Yeah, I got it. I'm telling you, this money train? It's a sure thing. Taking mob money... that's not why I signed up, joined the force. Goddamn. You get any softer, you're gonna start lactating. You know, all the stuff we've been into, there was a reason, a point to it. Where's the good in this? Money in our pockets instead of those Balkan bastards. I don't know, man. You think I'm doing this for me? Vic's got a sick kid, tuition payments... doctor bills kicking his ass. I mean, the guy could be facing a divorce. He really needs this. - Heroin in grade school. - It's awful. I'm gonna have to go on the attack now. Find a way to turn this into votes. Baby, what's wrong? - I don't know how I got here. - Hard work. Intelligence. - That's not what I meant.
- You'll catch whoever's doing this. - Or Mackey will. - Mackey? It's his investigation. - Can you trust him? - No. - Then why? - It made sense when it started. And now there's so many loose threads... To even pull just one... - Oh, Christ. - David. You're gonna win. Well, that's what everyone keeps telling me. And if I don't, I embarrass myself... embarrass you. We have a daughter. The only way you would embarrass me... was if you weren't doing everything you could... to make those schools as safe as possible. Are you? No. What's stopping you? I want a wide net. Hit the streets hard. Check out all the schools. Grill every kid who got a free sample and find out where they got it. Sooner or later, it's gonna lead us to Armadillo. All right? Talk to all the gang-bangers who got pushed out... when the Torrucos consolidated and call me with anything. All right. Let's go.
Armadillo's in town? Yeah. He's the one dealing drugs in the schools. - And you didn't tell me? - I just found out. - I need to talk to him. - I know. And as soon as I find him, you'll get first shot. And you and Mackey won't interfere? No one will get in your way. We'll give you a head start. You go in and ask for a new batch of samples. Phone. I'll call you 10 minutes after you're in. If the drugs are visible, you pick up and say something clever. If you don't answer, I'll know they're not out. - I'll keep calling until you pick up. - Then what? We'll make a little house call. Pick up you and your buddies. Once we get you back to the barn, we cut you loose because you're a minor. - No one knows we had this little arrangement. - Okay. - Cheers, little "G." - Cheers. - Thirsty, huh? - Yeah, I guess so. Hey I got some kids asking for more of that stuff. I guess they like that shit. All right, all right.
Cost them 20 now. Got that? - Yeah, yeah. I got it. - All right. Yo, give him something to carry this with, man. Yo. What, bitch? I told you not to call me. - Little "G" settin' the ho's straight already. - Yeah. Hey, wh-what's the matter, dog? That's what I wanna know. Let's see who called you. Get down! Down on the ground. Down! Stay down! - You're dead. - Shut up! - You okay? - No. I'm dead. You wanted to see me? Uh, yeah. Close the door, please. - I just got a call from the police. - About my car? Sit down, Danny. - What?
- The call was from Maryland. Your mother died. - A car accident. - What? I'm so sorry. - Can I call my dad? - Yeah. I'll be outside. Dad. It's me. It was a goddamn prank. It was a prank. My mother's fine. - Slow down. What? - I want that bitch's records subpoenaed. - We have to prove that she made that phone call. - Danny, stop. - I want a cop tailing her. - Just calm down. She destroys my car, and then she tries to ruin my career. Now it's my family. Okay. All right. We'll take care of this. I'll take care of this. - The doctor said she can go home now. - Great. - Thank you for all you did. - Anne, hold on a second.
Your mom must have been 17, 18 when she dated Earl? Pretty conservative times back then. - Excuse me? - Dutch. You said she was going back into her past. I didn't believe you. But then Jeannie went back to the store she used to work at... an apartment where her old boyfriend lived. So why go back to a piece of sidewalk in Echo Park? - Why? - According to the L.A. Times archives... a newborn baby was found smothered to death in that park, November 18, 1947. Buried in a shallow grave. You wanna know where that grave was located? Right where your mother sat today, clawing at the asphalt. They built a sidewalk over the garden. Three blocks from Earl's old apartment. No. - That's impossible. - Someone in there helped kill a baby boy, didn't they? I'm not even going to waste my time with you. You're running Armadillo's drugs through the schools. Where is he? Arma who? Tell me. Tell me. Vic! - Vic, open this door. - Cállete. You ready? - What's going on? - I'm interrogating the suspect.
Duardo here runs the drugs through the schools. - Isn't that right? - I'm taking him back to the barn. - I'm not done. - I'm taking him with me. Hand him over. Come here. You gave me the green light to get Armadillo. I'm one step away. I'm a little uncomfortable with the steps you're now taking. I saw the underage C.I. outside. His cover's been blown? We both knew that was a risk. You've done a good job getting this far. I just need to take it from here. - Hey, you want Armadillo or not? - I do. - And Claudette and I will get him. - Claudette? She overheard. There's nothing I can do about it. We've got to do it by the book now. Shane, put him in my car. I spoke to Aceveda. He said I passed my performance review. You deserve to. He also said I had communication and stress management issues that need addressing. - Look, you passed. Okay? - This is because I didn't cover you on that shooting.
You still think I'm holding that over you? - Or maybe it's because I'm getting married. - It's because it's the truth. Look, I think it's about something else. Maybe it's because somebody's... messing with your car or they called on your mom, and you're going to take it out on me? Hey, you are way past out of line. I deserved higher marks on that. That... That review goes on my jacket. Truth is, Julien, I could've been a whole lot tougher on you. Your inability to communicate is a serious problem. You have this bottled-up pressure because of your personal life... and no release valve. Things I've seen... Your review could have been a lot worse. I thought about what you said about Vanessa. - Good. - I'm not gonna jeopardize the only good relationship... I've ever had because of something I'm not and will never be again. If you wanna tell her, fine. That's on your conscience. We found the heroin, your little sample bags. We establish the ties... to the schools, and you're sure to get the death penalty for that little boy. The only way to avoid it is to give us Armadillo. He's your boss, right? Your supplier? How does he contact you? Where is he? - Yo, what's up? - I got something for you. This pimp's getting his girls to roll johns in an alley off Western.
Okay, we'll check into it. But, tips like this you can give over the phone. Okay. Vic. I really need to know where Brian is. I need to see my son. Connie, you can't. I want him back, Vic. I'm clean. I've got a job now. He's with a new family. You signed him over. I was high then. That's why you gave him up. No. No. I gave him to you to take care of him for me. You knew I'd get clean. You saw how hard I was trying. You don't know what this is like... to lose your kid. Please, Vic. Brian's gone. You have to accept that. Okay. - I'm sorry. - I'm sorry too. Uh, that tip I just gave you? I need a cash advance. Thanks.
Navaro make any calls yet? - Nope. - They get Duardo to roll? I don't know. I'll be back. - Hey, Carlton. - What's up, Vic? See this guy? He's with the Lancaster Gang Unit. He got you a spot on their Clean Slate program. - Is that like juvie? - It's better. Get rid of the ink, balls'll drop, come back in a couple years a new man. No one will even recognize you. Hey, I had to pull a lot of favors to get this to happen. - Okay. - Well, I'm waiting. - Thank you. - Go. You killed your baby, didn't you, Earl? You and Jeannie. "Baby Boy Doe buried in the unidentified grave section of the L.A. County Cemetery." We're gonna dig him up, Earl, get your D.N.A. ... prove you were his father. You really think Armadillo's gonna reward you for your loyalty? When we bust him, he's gonna think it's because of you. He's got a lot of friends inside. You're gonna end up burned to death in your cell. And we're gonna get him. All you guys think you're so brilliant. We got you, didn't we?
What happens if I tell you where he is? We'll make sure you're safe and sound in Ossining, New York. I can only tell you where he's been staying lately. - What's up? - Duardo gave us Armadillo. He's at a place in Inglewood. - Great. I'll go get my guys. - Not necessary. - SWAT's already on their way there. - SWAT? I'll let you see him as soon as we bring him in. All right, let's go. Vic. - Hi. What's up? - I was thinking that... we could get together tonight. I can't do it tonight. Rain check? Name the time and the place. You know, I don't think that I can do this anymore. Sure you can. Just another time. No, you know what? Um, this isn't working for me the way that it used to. I gotta get out of here. You're wrong, Detective. You don't know my mother. I just wish you had a chance to know your brother.
Should I be worried about you? Not about me. Maybe about the rest of humanity. Bunch of sociopathic little narcissists out for ourselves. Begging, stealing, lying, screwing, raping. Killing our babies. Whatever it takes to have a good time and save our own asses. I can't even believe in an old woman who's too sick to feed herself. And it's not sad. It's not some big surprise. It's just nature. We're animals. Nothing more. And you know what? I'm learning to be okay with that. - Navaro's on the phone? - Less than a minute. - Prison switchboard confirms he's talking to Armadillo. - Give me the number. This is 323. Aceveda's going to Inglewood. - That's 310. - He's got the wrong address. Go get the right one, quick. - What's he saying? - Um, Armadillo's asking him something in Spanish. - Something about a lawyer. - Vic. - What? - We can't bring him in alive.
- What? - Armadillo. We can't bring him in alive. - Why is that? - If we take him in, the only thing he has to deal is us. Look, I don't like it, but this bastard has to go, Vic. Jail won't slow him down. You tried reasoning with him. I'm not going to lose my job... so some kid-raping piece of shit can bargain down his sentence, make me his bunk-mate. Uh-uh. - You talk to Shane about this? - No, but I can. - 3938 Bonita Vista. - Okay, let's go. Ronnie, stay on the line. Call us with anything we need. Lem, you drive. Hey, uh, shouldn't we be taking two cars? - No, we're good. - Yeah? Armadillo's still on the phone with his bro. First guy who gets a good shot takes it. Go. - Nothing. - Goddamn it. - Think somebody tipped him off? - Who? I don't know. - Yeah? - I hope you all made it.
Hey. Weren't you supposed to meet me here to suck my dick? I wanted to speak to you one last time. You better talk to your brother before you start making death threats. I've already taken care of my brother. And now you've been greenlit. Store owner says he heard the shots. He didn't come out to take a look. That make him gutless or smart? - Probably a little of both. - The D.M.V. says she had a '96 Ford Escort registered to her. Where the hell are the tech guys? - A knife fight over on Stanton. - Hurry up and wait time. No, no. I'm gonna try the gum again. You'll be back on the tar in a week. Thanks for your support. - Christ almighty, my whole life is going by. - Vic. Huh. Gilroy's in the house. Hey. What brings you to the front line? A car jacking at 2:00 in the afternoon. Yeah, well. Business as usual on the Farm. Look, uh, I wanted to talk to you in person. The...
The command of this new Strike Team. - I'm having a hard time selling you to the chief. - Oh, balls! I know the area. I know the players. No one can do this better than me. The chief's not looking for somebody better. He's looking for somebody more... What? What's the problem? He's worried about all your run-ins with Plotkin. - Aw, Plotkin was an asshole. - He was your superior. Yeah, and I've done my penance for a year and a half because of him. - I'm never gonna get another shot? - Not this one, Vic. I'm sorry. No. I need to get out on the street, cleaning it up. I mean, you gotta talk to the chief again. - What? - You can make it happen. Pull a favor. Just get me the assignment. Get me Shane on the Strike Team. - That's another one with a spotty jacket. - Shane's a good cop. And he works well with me. You can fill the rest of the team with whoever you like. Ben, I need this.
I've only got one marker to use with the chief. If it use it, I need results. I need them quick... - or we're both out of a job. - Just give me the chance. The unit's anti-gang, anti-drug. - Your own team, wow. - I just can't blow it. - You won't. - A lot of O. T. It's more money, but it's less time with you and the kids. We'll manage. You have to do this. - Ben picked you, didn't he? - Yeah. After looking for any reason not to. And he couldn't find one, so show him. Whoa! Can I help you? I'm Detective Mackey. I'm running the Strike Team. We're still interviewing for that position. I hope not. Assistant Chief Gilroy told me I start tomorrow. I figured I'd settle in early. Hit the ground running. Gilroy told you that? Huh. I'm Captain David Aceveda. - You said your name was Mackey, right?
- Yeah. I read your file. We have a chance to do something real special here. Well, you let me know how I can help. I don't care how you did it in the past. But in this house, we're gonna work together. Special squads, detectives, uniformed police officers. We'll help each other and share information however and whenever we can. It's the only way that this satellite precinct can work. I'd like to thank the man responsible for our new jobs, Assistant Chief Ben Gilroy. Thank you, Captain. You all know this unit is a trial squad. An expensive one. People say it's a waste of time and tax dollars. I don't believe that. Let's prove them wrong. - Thanks, Big Ben. - Good luck, Vic. Come on, Brent. I remember you. Sofer, uh, you did your P-2 over at Central, huh? - Yeah. - Who sucked you into this hellhole? I couldn't pass up the long hours and the low pay. - You ready, boot? - Yes, Ma'am. - Don't ever call me "ma'am." - Yes, sir. - Just Danny, okay? - All right, Danny.
I know you two haven't worked Farmington as much as Shane and I have... so I want you to get out on the street, cultivate C.I.s... - find out who's hating, who's mating. - Knowledge is power. Cool. When do we get started? Already have. I put a list together of the neighborhood dickheads. We're gonna make some house calls. Let them know who's new in town. This is gonna rock, man. Thanks for letting me join the band. - Might have been a mistake. - Oh, yeah? Who let the guy with the mustache in? - The ladies love the 'stache. - Listen, guys. Trust isn't something that happens overnight. And trust me, where we're going, we're gonna need it. Yeah. Sorry. We... We have a drive-by, gang-related, one fatality. That's you. - We're on. - Let's do it. - What happened? - Yo, man, they killed Wanda. They took Jolene off in an ambulance. - Polly's shot somewhere. - Looks like you got off easy.
- Who did it? - Yo, man, I didn't see him. - What's your name? - Ringo. - Parents didn't like you enough to name you after John or Paul? - No, I know Ringo. - Oh, yeah? - Small-time pimp daddy. Who'd you piss off? Yo, man, I was just walkin' with my girls, minding' the store. That's all. I mean in the last couple of days. No one. Someone's trying to mark their territory. Who's the lion? See what you can drum up out of Ringo. I know one of the girls that works for him. Owes me. - I'll see if she can help. - Okay. The classroom's where you learn the rules, but 70% of the job is instinct. Morning, Jules. Black tea, please. You want anything? Uh, orange juice and a breakfast burrito. - I'll take care of that. - That's okay, man. On the house. I appreciate that, but I have to pay. Regulations.
- Five bucks. - There you go. Oh, my God. Vic. Can I come in? Sure, yeah. - You taking care of Brian now? - He stays with my mom most of the time. Sometimes she's got this thing like three, four hours though. - And then you're alone with him? - He's fine. I don't fix while I'm watchin' him. One of Ringo's girls was killed today. Another one got shot. I heard about Wanda. She was okay. Uh, any idea who might have done it? Well, you heard it from somewhere else? Lionel Phipps or his guys. - Who is he? - From the neighborhood. Got his hands in drugs. Decided he wanted to get a piece of our asses. Ringo didn't wanna pay the tax. Next thing you know... Stay away from Ringo. He's a walking target right now. That's my mom. Time for me to get to work. If Lionel is the Lion, then what does that make you, his wives or his cubs?
Who wants to tell us about the drive-bys this morning? - Stop feeling me up, faggot. - You getting a hard-on, faggot? Bitch ass! Hey, hey, hey! Against the wall! Up against the wall! Man, he's the asshole who started it, man. There's also about a dozen citizens watching us, man. - Just one mistake, that's all it takes. - Look, he's the cocksucker... Who just put himself on our list. But when the time is right, understood? Yeah. I'm sorry. All right. Let's wrap them up and take them home. Get your ass up! - Wagenbach? - Yeah. Hi, I'm Dutch... - You're two hours late. - What? - At Sunset, detectives start at 9:00. - You start here at 7:00. - Yes, sir. I didn't... - You're lucky there's a desk left. That's by the kitchen and the women's restroom. - Is there anything else?
- There was at 7:00. Uh, you might as well make yourself useful. A rape victim led us back to the vacant building she was held in. - Detectives Gannon and Wyms are headed there now. - Tom Gannon? - Do you know him? - Not personally. Everyone knows he solved Beachwood Canyon. - I hear he's great. - He's punctual. Managed to loose the ropes, punch out the window with her bare hands to get out. There have been other women here. Vacant building, quiet street. Not much chance of witnesses. Dutch Wagenbach, Farmington Division. Over here, we just call it the Farm. Tom Gannon. I know. Beachwood Canyon Slasher. - Claudette Wyms. - Wyms? - You been on the force long? - Long enough. - I'm sorry. I just haven't heard of you. - Why would you? I like to keep up on my colleagues. Follow the bigger cases. - So, Butch... - Dutch.
We got a Salvadorean illegal, doesn't speak English... won't give her name, her parents, just her story. - Which is? - She was kidnapped, held here by three cholos. They called somebody for ransom. Threatened to rape her if they didn't pay. Called back later, family didn't have the money yet, so they went to town on her. After they were done, they tied her up, left. She managed to escape. First one to roll on Lionel gets a free pass. The rest don't. So who's talking? You don't think I'm gonna get Lionel with or without you? Okay. I'll be back in an hour. See who changes his mind. Screw you! I don't think we're looking at typical rapists. Sexual predators are antisocial. They're driven by inadequacy, not money. Our three will have rap sheets, but for violent crimes other than rape. The sexual assault was a punishment to them, not a proclivity. Best desk in the house. Right here by the kitchen, the men's room. - We lucked out. - This isn't an isolated case. Seems like a lot of illegal immigrants have been getting snatched up on the Farm. - Our stats don't show that. - The families don't report it. They just pay. Several people said I should talk to someone named Jesus Latigo.
- Who's he? - Well, I don't know, but I got him coming in. - Great. - That's good work, Wyms, but I got you beat. I dug up a witness, says she saw three guys driving off from the crime scene. So I'm running a partial plate. I'll fill in the boss. So, Tom, when you broke Beachwood, what made you think the stepbrother? Something just wasn't right about that kid. His stepsister was all cut up... but he didn't even seem worried about his mother's safety or his two real sisters. - You see, he loved them. - Anyone know what the partner situation is around here? - Captain's still working on it. - Maybe we could work together. I could learn a lot from you. Yeah. Well... maybe it'll end up like that. - When I heard what had happened to Anabel, I was sick. - How did you know her family? - I'm a friend. - Well, we have to talk to them. - See what the kidnappers said to them. - They won't come in. My clients are illegals. You know how it is. - I thought you were a friend of the family. - I am. Are they also your clients? Are you a lawyer? No, no.
I'm just a friend. Everyone I talked to said that you're the man to see about dealing with kidnappers. What does that mean? I've really said too much. No, you haven't. Oh, Jesus Christ! Goddamn it. I didn't mean that. I was told this is the ladies room. Oh, I guess it is. Gannon, you creaky old sack of shit. What are you doing? Gilroy asked me to do him a favor and bring a little credibility to this old barn. Barn. I like that. - I heard you're running the Strike Team. - Yeah. - They're giving me the shot. - That's good. Plotkin's probably pissing blood just thinking about it. Have you talked to Joe Clarke lately? - He's enjoying his retirement. - I'm looking forward to it myself. These are my guys now. This is, uh, Curtis, Shane and Ronnie. - Good, as always. - Hey. - What are you working on now? - Some illegal got gang-banged. The victim's more concerned with Mommy and Daddy's I.N.S. status... than catching the pricks that spooned her.
- Who are you partnered up with? - That black girl and some Dutch guy. - Who? - Come here. Come take a look. I keep hiding his chair on him. - You're starting already? - Every house needs a rube. - And you're anointing this guy? - Oh, yeah. I got the scoop from Sunset. His wife was a big boozer, so he puts her in A.A., thinkin' he's getting her help. And she ends up getting shtupped by her sponsor. And the kicker is she finally tells him not only is she leaving him... - she's having this other guy's kid. - Oh, no, no. Maybe we should cut him a break then. Nah. My guy says that Dutch-boy is just a big windbag, needs his sails trimmed. - Doesn't anyone knock? - This one's Wyms. - Hello. - Hello. I got someone in interrogation. - Who? - Why don't you come upstairs and find out? Yeah, I'll be right there. All business. She'll never last around here. - This ain't gonna work.
- What do you mean? There's not enough oxygen in there for the three of us. - Fletch, you hang back. We'll tell you how it goes. - Sure. Mr. Latigo, this is my partner, Tom Gannon. There's just one cage here, right? - Uh, excuse me. Where did our prisoners go? - The captain released them. - Why? - Ask him. - Captain, I have a question. - Yes? Well, I was just wondering why you cut my prisoners loose without checking with me. I saw the paperwork. It was a mess. There was no probable cause. The D.A. wouldn't have taken the case, so I let them go. Maybe you'll remember this the next time you turn in such sloppy paperwork. I wasn't looking for a conviction. I was just sweating' them. It's a holding cell, Detective, not a sauna. It's reserved for legitimate, actual arrests. - They were part of my murder investigation. - What investigation? I haven't seen anything of merit. Where are the suspects? Where are the leads? You sent them off packing.
Commanding the Strike Team is a prized position. We had a lot of candidates just as qualified, if not more. So get your act together, or I'll find someone else. Are we clear? Yes, sir. How's the first day going? A few bugs, but I'm working them out. Anything I should know about? Your guy Mackey, he's not off to a very impressive start. - He'll get results. - Maybe. But I'd like to put a backup plan in place. Fill the last open slot with a guy who could... run the Strike Team if Mackey flunked out. Give the man a chance, David. It's day one. I've read his file, called around. A lot of people won't work with him. It's a crucial slot. We can do better. I need this experiment to be successful. - So do you. - Then we need someone who can deliver. He will. Come up with some candidates though, just in case. I'll pick somebody personally. No, come up with a few guys, run them through my office. - You shouldn't have to be bothered. - It's too important. I'm making all personnel decisions around here. Just keep an eye on things.
I'll be in touch later. Hey. Heard about your spat with Aceveda. Aw, we're just getting used to each other. No time for a learning curve, Vic. The chief gave me everything I wanted here... but I had to take on Aceveda. He's not going anywhere. Now, do you have leads on this drive-by or not? Hell, yeah. We think this street thug named Lionel is behind it. - Then make your case, and put the Strike Team on the map. - We will. Just might need a little more time. The chief's not gonna have any patience. Which means I don't either. We clear? The people I've talked to say you're a ransom broker. Detaining someone is a heinous crime, but very lucrative in Latin America. - Detain, my ass. You're a goddamn kidnapper. - I'm a consultant. The kidnappers demand a ransom. The families hire me to broker the deal, get their loved ones back safely. - And you do this out of the goodness of your heart? - I charge a commission. I have a 100% recovery rate. - 'Cause your buddies are the ones doing the kidnapping. - No. Because I understand how to negotiate with these people. The Salvadoreans do not.
Negotiate with what people? Mexicans. They see the Salvadoreans as lower class. They target them. - And what are you? - Honduran. So, look, where are these kidnappers now? I've never met them. We arrange a drop. - How do you contact them? - They page me to a pay phone. - Next time they page you, you tell us. - Look. I'm successful because the families and the kidnappers both trust me. I lead you to these men. All the others will never work with me again. If there were no more brokers, it would be harder to do business... - and maybe the kidnappings would stop. - Oh, no. There'll always be kidnappings. And the families will hire other brokers who don't care. Brokers who take the money and keep it. And the kidnappers will kill the victims. And the broker says, "That's just the way it goes." Well, I care. I pay the money. I get people back alive. Look, are you gonna lead us to these guys or not? I can't. - Talk to me.
- We wait a couple of weeks. We wait till one of Lionel's guys slips up on some felony. - And then we flip him. - We don't have a couple of weeks. Lem and I spoke to Narcotics and Vice. They've been trying to make a case against Lionel for months. They're at a dead end. - They have nothing for us? - That's what they said. God! We gotta nail him, like right now. Okay, so we keep at him. We hit him long enough and hard enough, he'll get the message. You an expert on making guys long and hard? Hey, this isn't funny. I mean, it's the goddamn first day, and the bosses are already talking about making changes. Anybody here feel like going back to their old post? Huh? Look, I hate to say this, but, uh... I think we need a shortcut. Like what? Maybe we need to squeeze a guy in Lionel's outfit, make him produce some evidence for us. That'd speed things up a bit. Produce as in plant? Hey, we all know that this guy's an asshole in the first degree. It's for goddamn sure this isn't the first body he's responsible for. - I don't know, man. - You just hear me out. A high-profile bust gets us credibility out on the street and with the bosses. Once we get our feet on solid ground, get a couple of wins under our belt... we go back to doing it the right way.
Hey, we need this. Just this once. Hey, where we goin'? Ain't no police station this way. Yeah, well, we a mobile unit. Why you in such a hurry to go to jail anyway? Bringin' me in for a couple of joints, man? I ain't doin' time for no three sticks of chronic. With your record, I wouldn't be too sure. You're gonna help us build a case against Lionel. Are you on the pipe? - You see that? - We had our own tagger do some work. We're the new king of this jungle. - You think painting'a snake on the wall makes you top dog? - Wanna go back for possession? You guys may be the cops, but Lionel's the law around here. You gotta bring it a lot heavier than this to change people's minds. - I don't think he's gonna cooperate. - Give it time. - If he doesn't? - I'm thinking. You know what? Screw Rondell. We'll just try another homie. - Lionel will catch wind of it. - Can't stake him out. He's smart. If we bring him in for piddley shit, Captain Ass will just kick him. Why don't we get a warrant based on suspicion of the shooting?
We drop the evidence ourselves. Lionel will scream "setup." And that's exactly what it will look like. - It can't even remotely appear like we brought the shit in. - No. No, we've gotta have another cop find it. How about planting it in his car? Crib's the best bet. When's it empty? It isn't. He's got girls streaming in and out of there day and night. We don't need you to tell us when they call. - We'll just wait, get the page ourselves. - No, they use a code. Without me, the number won't make any sense. I tried to interrogate our victim again. She still won't talk. They don't trust the police. That's why they come to me for help. I do this community a service. It's not just about the money. I help families pro bono... Cut the champion of the people crap. - So what happened? - Mayfield Duffy... pushed a cart full of groceries out of the store without paying. When my husband went to stop him, he got attacked. - What did he hit you with? - A bag of ice. - Go call the paramedics. - Mayfield is okay. He just had a bad run.
No work. - He said he will pay for the stuff later. - I told him we don't do that. No money, no groceries. Look, I don't wanna get Mayfield in no trouble. I just want the money or the groceries back. Well, sir, he committed a felony. We're gonna have to arrest him. Well, then go do it. He took perishables. - Yeah? - Step out of the apartment, please. - You Mayfield Duffy? - Yeah. - Step down, please, sir. - Hands out of your pockets, sir, and behind your head. - What's the beef? - Turn around. - I told him I'd pay him. - Before or after you struck him? - Is Otto okay? I didn't mean to hit him hard. - Yeah, he's okay. Second set of cuffs. You know there are places where you can go for aid, sir. - I got aid. Then I got robbed. - Robbed? I get food stamps twice a month. That punk gangster in 29... keeps breaking into the mailbox and stealing everybody's food stamps.
It will be days before I can get some more. Meanwhile, my family's starving. What am I supposed to do? Not commit a felony. - Use this purse. - It's got a false bottom and a remote mike inside. - What's that, coke? - Crack. The sentencing is more severe. Give me your purse. Come on. I want you to go inside Lionel's apartment. You tell him that you're willing to pay a street tax... to stay out working and stay safe. - I don't even know this guy. - He knows about you. You hide the crack in his bathroom, under the sink or something. This is the guy who shot up Wanda? It'll be a pleasure then. Hey, hey. You're miked. We can hear everything. If at any time the mike fails, we'll be in there, okay? - Okay. - Listen. This guy is bad. If it seems dangerous, you just say the word "gringo." Then we come riding to the rescue. - Gringo? - Yeah. Right.
Hey. I mean it. Any sign of worry, you say the word. - You Happy Sandez? - Yeah, that's me. What of it? You the same Happy Sandez that's been breaking into people's mailboxes... - stealing their food stamps? - Food stamps? - I don't need no ghetto coupons. - Happy, we got your sheet, man. You got three priors for theft and no job. Why don't you give those people their food stamps back so they can eat? I'm missing the game. I tell you what, Happy. My partner and I are gonna go around the corner for exactly two minutes. And when we come back... either the food stamps you took are sitting on that bottom step... or I'm gonna call some detectives down here... and they're gonna turn your life upside down. You got it? You got two minutes. Screw Ringo. I'm willing to pay you. - I don't wanna get shot up. - Smart thinking', sweet pea. - So are we cool then? - Nah, not quite. See, I like to know what I'm puttin' on the streets. Come here. Right here. - He wants to taste the kitty. - Sure.
- Just let me run to the bathroom. - What for? To pop in my diaphragm. No need, baby girl. I ain't hitting that raw. - Oh, yeah. - Oh, God. The broker is a pipeline, but he's decent. If we talk to him the right way, he'll talk. That broker is a dead end. I got my witness coming in. I think she's our best bet. You know, I got 30 years experience says... if we slap this broker with obstruction of justice... he misses one home-cooked meal, he'll talk. - Tom's got seniority. Follow his lead. - The witness is here. - Hi. I'm Detective Gannon. Thanks for coming. - Carry on. So, uh, hypothetically... how would you go after the broker? The boss wants to do it Gannon's way. And he's going his way. Doesn't mean we can't go ours. They teach you that in the classroom? Goddamn, you're tight. Oh, God. - You ain't gonna dis me again, right? - No, I swear. Right?
- I'm going in. - Hey, hey, hey. She didn't say gringo. - I'm going. - Hey! We don't have a warrant. And we're only gonna get one shot at this. All right? I don't care. Hey, god-goddamn it! Hey, hey, hey. Come on, man. Hey. She's a pro. This is what she does for a living. We gotta make this case, right? Right? - Oh, for God's sake. - Hey, Vic, Vic, Vic. Come here. Come here. Hey, look. We're almost there now, right? All right? It's in the bathroom, under the sink. God. Vic, I'm okay. Vic. I need to score before you take me home. - Nice digs, David.
- Nice enough. You don't sound too excited. No, I am. It's just... Gilroy's stocked the pond with his own fish. I'm still figuring out what waters are safe to swim in. I could use a friendly face working here. Is this gonna be like the time you tried to get me to work Narcotics in the Valley? - It'll be different. - How? You'll say yes. - I'm happy in Robbery. - This is more money, more action, more fun. - So what's the job? - Gilroy's pick for the Strike Team, Vic Mackey. There's a spot on the team. Take it. If Mackey doesn't work out... - you'll take his place. - Run the Strike Team? Even if he does work out, it's still a great gig. Come on. It's a no-lose situation for you. Your boy's going down tonight. The question is are you going down with him? Lionel's got drugs in his crib. - Lionel don't keep drugs at his crib. - I guess he got sloppy. Makes me wonder. You ever get sloppy?
You wouldn't. Aw, shit! So we busted Rondell here on possession for distribution. - He wants to deal now. - What can you offer us? - My boss, Lionel. - We think he did the drive-bys. I made deliveries to his house. He's got product there. You gotta move on him right away though. - And you're willing to swear to this in an affidavit? - Sure. Whatever it takes. Detective Vendrell, let's take his statement. Call for a warrant. - Impressive. - Thanks. Getting him to roll on a heavy hitter... for a misdemeanor marijuana charge. I can't take all the credit. I don't think he fully grasps the distinction between felony and misdemeanor. When that paperwork comes in... I'd like to go on that bust with you. See you in action. Sure thing. Your pager just went off. I know we don't have much time. - Sorry. I'm bound by tradition. - This tradition... - does it always include multiple rape?
- No, that was wrong of them. What if the kidnappers decide the family owes them money? They could go after her again. They probably will. I see how you're being honorable. You tell me how they're being honorable. Look, if you helped us though, if you led us to them, it would be a message to them... that the brokers are not the only ones who have to follow by the rules, so do the kidnappers. Your community would understand that. They could appreciate the honor in it. Informant? Yo, who the hell told you I got drugs? That's confidential for security reasons. - I'm sure you understand. - Yo, don't play me, dog. - I've got a right to face my accuser. - You can mention that at trial. Hey, yo, man. Take it easy over there. Hey, you heard the man. Respect the property. Got something. Whoa. How many years of experience in this room... and the goddamn rookie finds the brick on his first day. - Let me see that, man. - Nice. Yeah, damn straight. The kid's a natural. - I taught him everything he knows. - I'll bet you did. Yo, that ain't mine, man.
This is a stone-cold setup. - You put it there. - Found it under your sink, sir. - Well, this is a goddamn setup, man. - Vic, Vic. - Check this shit out. - That's a TAC-9. It's the same kind of gun used in the drive-by. We plant this too? Yo, look. I didn't shoot nobody. Is that what ballistics is gonna tell us about that dead hooker? I didn't think so. - I have 10 minutes to get there. - We better hurry. Just get in the cage. - Good work, Vic. You know, you really pulled it together. - Thanks. The chief's happy. He wants another press conference to trumpet the quick results. - I'll do most of the talking, but he wants you there too. - Sure. Detective. We got a call from our kidnappers. We set up a drop. You mind getting our backs? The captain said we could help each other out. Hey, my day's just getting started. Shut up!
Get down. Stop! Get back here! Stop, goddamn it! - Down. Hands behind your back. - Where do you think you're going? You got him cuffed? I said stop! Goddamn it! All right, we're secure here. - You all right? - I got him. Keep looking. - Th-That's them. - Which ones? Those ones. Hey, what happened? Latigo had a change of heart. - You didn't tell me that. - It happened quickly. I've been sitting right here. - Those our kidnappers? - Well, uh... our broker cooperated, led us to them. Well done. Thanks. - You didn't have to do that. - Credit's overrated. Tangible results. Nice goddamn job.
Both of you, really. I told you he'd deliver. - I just didn't think twice on the first day. - What did you expect? The whole team worked well together. Some things could have been smoother, but we'll get there. I'm sure his public defender will have some questions. - It's just a few scratches. - From being dragged through barbed wire. I told him to stop. - Bet you next time he listens. - Come on, fellas. The job's hard enough without tension between the walls. We should be celebrating. Yeah. Nathan, you gotta be kidding me. What am I supposed to do now? - Use the ladies room. - Jesus Christ. Relax. The plumber promised me he'd get to it tomorrow. Try not to destroy that one too. The obvious thing would have been to go Gannon's way. Instead, you got Latigo to do exactly what he didn't wanna do and feel good doing it. Some cases you get an instinct. - I don't get it. How come I haven't heard of you? - It's a mystery. I was thinking... maybe we could serve as partners again. - You know, on a permanent basis.
- Wherever I'm needed. So, if I spoke to Aceveda, asked him to put us together, you wouldn't mind? No, I wouldn't mind. Okay, who took my chair? Hey, Lem and Ronnie are psyched. We're gonna go get a beer. Start without me. I gotta take care of something first. Look, I, uh, I talked to both of them, and they're cool about what went down. - Good. - We got Lionel. - Got us a little breathing room. - Yeah. - It was easy, wasn't it? - Yeah. It was a little too easy. My church conducts monthly food drives in Farmington to help feed families. I don't need the gospel. I need work. My pastor knows a lot of people. I'll ask him if someone's hiring. Next time, find some help before you do something stupid. Yeah. - What are you doing? - I'm just letting him know where his family could get some help. If you're gonna get emotionally involved with every collar... get off the streets and into social work. You don't have to tell me about the streets. I grew up on them. Living in them and working in them are two different things. Look, I know I got a lot to learn about police work.
And you've got your way that works for you. But I got a way I wanna try for me. Hey. Oh, Jesus. - I didn't know we're coed. - Welcome to the experiment. - I'll be out in a sec. - All right. Cool. All right. I'll see you tomorrow. It was a good day today. Hey, man. So how was it out there? Fine. Yeah. There's nothing like your first time. - I didn't think Gilroy was ever gonna sign off on me. - Don't take it personally. - He was just busy. - Well, I'm glad to be here. You'll like it. Oh, the john's still broke. I'm working on it. - You ready? - Yeah, I'm ready for anything. Good, 'cause we get everything down here. Starting to get a rep out on the street. Bad guys don't like seeing us. It's starting to get fun.
Hey, hey. - This here is Terry. He comes to us from Robbery. - Robbery? - We love you, pretty boys from Robbery. - How you doing? Store owner says he heard the shots. He didn't come out to take a look. That make him gutless or smart? –Probably a little of both. –The D.M.V says she had a '96 Ford Escort registered to her. Where the hell are the tech guys? –A knife fight over on Stanton. –Hurry up and wait time. No, no. I'm gonna try the gum again. You'll be back on the tar in a week. Thanks for your support. –Christ almighty, my whole life is going by. –Vic. Huh. Gilroy's in the house. Hey. What brings you to the front line? A car jacking at 2:00 in the afternoon. Yeah, well. Business as usual on the Farm. Look, uh, I wanted to talk to you in person. The...
The command of this new Strike Team. –I'm having a hard time selling you to the chief. –Oh, balls! I know the area. I know the players. No one can do this better than me. The chief's not looking for somebody better. He's looking for somebody more... What? What's the problem? He's worried about all your run-ins with Plotkin. –Aw, Plotkin was an asshole. –He was your superior. Yeah, and I've done my penance for a year and a half because of him. –I'm never gonna get another shot? –Not this one, Vic. I'm sorry. No. I need to get out on the street, cleaning it up. I mean, you gotta talk to the chief again. –What? –You can make it happen. Pull a favor. Just get me the assignment. Get me Shane on the Strike Team. –That's another one with a spotty jacket. –Shane's a good cop. And he works well with me. You can fill the rest of the team with whoever you like. Ben, I need this.
I've only got one marker to use with the chief. If it use it, I need results. I need them quick... or we're both out of a job. –Just give me the chance. The unit's anti-gang, anti-drug. –Your own team, wow. –I just can't blow it. –You won't. –A lot of O.T. It's more money, but it's less time with you and the kids. We'll manage. You have to do this. –Ben picked you, didn't he? –Yeah. After looking for any reason not to. And he couldn't find one, so show him. Whoa! Can I help you? I'm Detective Mackey. I'm running the Strike Team. We're still interviewing for that position. I hope not. Assistant Chief Gilroy told me I start tomorrow. I figured I'd settle in early. Hit the ground running. Gilroy told you that? Huh. I'm Captain David Aceveda. –You said your name was Mackey, right? –Yeah.
I read your file. We have a chance to do something real special here. Well, you let me know how I can help. I don't care how you did it in the past. But in this house, we're gonna work together. Special squads, detectives, uniformed police officers. We'll help each other and share information however and whenever we can. It's the only way that this satellite precinct can work. I'd like to thank the man responsible for our new jobs, Assistant Chief Ben Gilroy. Thank you, Captain. You all know this unit is a trial squad. An expensive one. People say it's a waste of time and tax dollars. I don't believe that. Let's prove them wrong. –Thanks, Big Ben. –Good luck, Vic. Come on, Brent. I remember you. Sofer, uh, you did your P-2 over at Central, huh? –Yeah. –Who sucked you into this hellhole? I couldn't pass up the long hours and the low pay. –You ready, boot? –Yes, Ma'am. –Don't ever call me "ma'am." –Yes, sir. –Just Danny, okay? –All right, Danny. I know you two haven't worked Farmington as much as Shane and I have... so I want you to get out on the street, cultivate C.Is... find out who's hating, who's mating. –Knowledge is power.
Cool. When do we get started? Already have. I put a list together of the neighborhood dickheads. We're gonna make some house calls. Let them know who's new in town. This is gonna rock, man. Thanks for letting me join the band. –Might have been a mistake. –Oh, yeah? Who let the guy with the mustache in? –The ladies love the 'stache. –Listen, guys. Trust isn't something that happens overnight. And trust me, where we're going, we're gonna need it. Yeah. Sorry. We... We have a drive-by, gang-related, one fatality. That's you. –We're on. –Let's do it. –What happened? –Yo, man, they killed Wanda. They took Jolene off in an ambulance. –Polly's shot somewhere. –Looks like you got off easy. –Who did it? –Yo, man, I didn't see him. –What's your name?
–Ringo. –Parents didn't like you enough to name you after John or Paul? –No, I know Ringo. –Oh, yeah? –Small-time pimp daddy. Who'd you piss off? Yo, man, I was just walkin' with my girls, minding' the store. That's all. I mean in the last couple of days. No one. Someone's trying to mark their territory. Who's the lion? See what you can drum up out of Ringo. I know one of the girls that works for him. Owes me. –I'll see if she can help. –Okay. The classroom's where you learn the rules, but 70% of the job is instinct. Morning, Jules. Black tea, please. You want anything? Uh, orange juice and a breakfast burrito. –I'll take care of that. –That's okay, man. On the house. I appreciate that, but I have to pay. Regulations. –Five bucks. –There you go. Oh, my God.
Vic. Can I come in? Sure, yeah. –You taking care of Brian now? –He stays with my mom most of the time. Sometimes she's got this thing like three, four hours though. –And then you're alone with him? –He's fine. I don't fix while I'm watchin' him. One of Ringo's girls was killed today. Another one got shot. I heard about Wanda. She was okay. Uh, any idea who might have done it? Well, you heard it from somewhere else? Lionel Phipps or his guys. –Who is he? –From the neighborhood. Got his hands in drugs. Decided he wanted to get a piece of our asses. Ringo didn't wanna pay the tax. Next thing you know... Stay away from Ringo. He's a walking target right now. That's my mom. Time for me to get to work. If Lionel is the Lion, then what does that make you, his wives or his cubs? Who wants to tell us about the drive-bys this morning? –Stop feeling me up, faggot. –You getting a hard-on, faggot?
Bitch ass! Hey, hey, hey! Against the wall! Up against the wall! Man, he's the asshole who started it, man. There's also about a dozen citizens watching us, man. –Just one mistake, that's all it takes. –Look, he's the cocksucker... Who just put himself on our list. But when the time is right, understood? Yeah. I'm sorry. All right. Let's wrap them up and take them home. Get your ass up! –Wagenbach? –Yeah. Hi, I'm Dutch... –You're two hours late. –What? –At Sunset, detectives start at 9:00. –You start here at 7:00. –Yes, sir. I didn't... –You're lucky there's a desk left. That's by the kitchen and the women's restroom. –Is there anything else? –There was at 7:00. Uh, you might as well make yourself useful. A rape victim led us back to the vacant building she was held in. –Detectives Gannon and Wyms are headed there now.
–Tom Gannon? –Do you know him? –Not personally. Everyone knows he solved Beachwood Canyon. –I hear he's great. –He's punctual. Managed to loose the ropes, punch out the window with her bare hands to get out. There have been other women here. Vacant building, quiet street. Not much chance of witnesses. Dutch Wagenbach, Farmington Division. Over here, we just call it the Farm. Tom Gannon. I know. Beachwood Canyon Slasher. –Claudette Wyms. –Wyms? –You been on the force long? –Long enough. –I'm sorry. I just haven't heard of you. –Why would you? I like to keep up on my colleagues. Follow the bigger cases. –So, Butch... –Dutch. We got a Salvadorean illegal, doesn't speak English... won't give her name, her parents, just her story. –Which is? –She was kidnapped, held here by three cholos. They called somebody for ransom.
Threatened to rape her if they didn't pay. Called back later, family didn't have the money yet, so they went to town on her. After they were done, they tied her up, left. She managed to escape. First one to roll on Lionel gets a free pass. The rest don't. So who's talking? You don't think I'm gonna get Lionel with or without you? Okay. I'll be back in an hour. See who changes his mind. Screw you! I don't think we're looking at typical rapists. Sexual predators are antisocial. They're driven by inadequacy, not money. Our three will have rap sheets, but for violent crimes other than rape. The sexual assault was a punishment to them, not a proclivity. Best desk in the house. Right here by the kitchen, the men's room. –We lucked out. –This isn't an isolated case. Seems like a lot of illegal immigrants have been getting snatched up on the Farm. –Our stats don't show that. –The families don't report it. They just pay. Several people said I should talk to someone named Jesus Latigo. –Who's he? –Well, I don't know, but I got him coming in. –Great. –That's good work, Wyms, but I got you beat.
I dug up a witness, says she saw three guys driving off from the crime scene. So I'm running a partial plate. I'll fill in the boss. So, Tom, when you broke Beachwood, what made you think the stepbrother? Something just wasn't right about that kid. His stepsister was all cut up... but he didn't even seem worried about his mother's safety or his two real sisters. –You see, he loved them. –Anyone know what the partner situation is around here? –Captain's still working on it. –Maybe we could work together. I could learn a lot from you. Yeah. Well... maybe it'll end up like that. –When I heard what had happened to Anabel, I was sick. –How did you know her family? –I'm a friend. –Well, we have to talk to them. –See what the kidnappers said to them. –They won't come in. My clients are illegals. You know how it is. –I thought you were a friend of the family. –I am. Are they also your clients? Are you a lawyer? No, no. I'm just a friend. Everyone I talked to said that you're the man to see about dealing with kidnappers. What does that mean? I've really said too much.
No, you haven't. Oh, Jesus Christ! Goddamn it. I didn't mean that. I was told this is the ladies room. Oh, I guess it is. Gannon, you creaky old sack of shit. What are you doing? Gilroy asked me to do him a favor and bring a little credibility to this old barn. Barn. I like that. –I heard you're running the Strike Team. –Yeah. –They're giving me the shot. –That's good. Plotkin's probably pissing blood just thinking about it. Have you talked to Joe Clarke lately? –He's enjoying his retirement. –I'm looking forward to it myself. These are my guys now. This is, uh, Curtis, Shane and Ronnie. –Good, as always. –Hey. –What are you working on now? –Some illegal got gang-banged. The victim's more concerned with Mommy and Daddy's I.N.S status... than catching the pricks that spooned her. –Who are you partnered up with? –That black girl and some Dutch guy. –Who? –Come here.
Come take a look. I keep hiding his chair on him. –You're starting already? –Every house needs a rube. –And you're anointing this guy? –Oh, yeah. I got the scoop from Sunset. His wife was a big boozer, so he puts her in A.A, thinkin' he's getting her help. And she ends up getting shtupped by her sponsor. And the kicker is she finally tells him not only is she leaving him... she's having this other guy's kid. –Oh, no, no. Maybe we should cut him a break then. Nah. My guy says that Dutch-boy is just a big windbag, needs his sails trimmed. –Doesn't anyone knock? –This one's Wyms. –Hello. –Hello. I got someone in interrogation. –Who? –Why don't you come upstairs and find out? Yeah, I'll be right there. All business. She'll never last around here. –This ain't gonna work. –What do you mean? There's not enough oxygen in there for the three of us. –Fletch, you hang back. We'll tell you how it goes. –Sure.
Mr Latigo, this is my partner, Tom Gannon. There's just one cage here, right? –Uh, excuse me. Where did our prisoners go? –The captain released them. –Why? –Ask him. –Captain, I have a question. –Yes? Well, I was just wondering why you cut my prisoners loose without checking with me. I saw the paperwork. It was a mess. There was no probable cause. The D.A wouldn't have taken the case, so I let them go. Maybe you'll remember this the next time you turn in such sloppy paperwork. I wasn't looking for a conviction. I was just sweating' them. It's a holding cell, Detective, not a sauna. It's reserved for legitimate, actual arrests. –They were part of my murder investigation. –What investigation? I haven't seen anything of merit. Where are the suspects? Where are the leads? You sent them off packing. Commanding the Strike Team is a prized position. We had a lot of candidates just as qualified, if not more. So get your act together, or I'll find someone else. Are we clear? Yes, sir.
How's the first day going? A few bugs, but I'm working them out. Anything I should know about? Your guy Mackey, he's not off to a very impressive start. –He'll get results. –Maybe. But I'd like to put a backup plan in place. Fill the last open slot with a guy who could... run the Strike Team if Mackey flunked out. Give the man a chance, David. It's day one. I've read his file, called around. A lot of people won't work with him. It's a crucial slot. We can do better. I need this experiment to be successful. –So do you. –Then we need someone who can deliver. He will. Come up with some candidates though, just in case. I'll pick somebody personally. No, come up with a few guys, run them through my office. –You shouldn't have to be bothered. –It's too important. I'm making all personnel decisions around here. Just keep an eye on things. I'll be in touch later. Hey. Heard about your spat with Aceveda. Aw, we're just getting used to each other. No time for a learning curve, Vic.
The chief gave me everything I wanted here... but I had to take on Aceveda. He's not going anywhere. Now, do you have leads on this drive-by or not? Hell, yeah. We think this street thug named Lionel is behind it. –Then make your case, and put the Strike Team on the map. –We will. Just might need a little more time. The chief's not gonna have any patience. Which means I don't either. We clear? The people I've talked to say you're a ransom broker. Detaining someone is a heinous crime, but very lucrative in Latin America. –Detain, my ass. You're a goddamn kidnapper. –I'm a consultant. The kidnappers demand a ransom. The families hire me to broker the deal, get their loved ones back safely. –And you do this out of the goodness of your heart? –I charge a commission. I have a 100% recovery rate. –'Cause your buddies are the ones doing the kidnapping. –No. Because I understand how to negotiate with these people. The Salvadoreans do not. Negotiate with what people? Mexicans. They see the Salvadoreans as lower class. They target them. –And what are you?
–Honduran. So, look, where are these kidnappers now? I've never met them. We arrange a drop. –How do you contact them? –They page me to a pay phone. –Next time they page you, you tell us. –Look. I'm successful because the families and the kidnappers both trust me. I lead you to these men. All the others will never work with me again. If there were no more brokers, it would be harder to do business... and maybe the kidnappings would stop. –Oh, no. There'll always be kidnappings. And the families will hire other brokers who don't care. Brokers who take the money and keep it. And the kidnappers will kill the victims. And the broker says, "That's just the way it goes." Well, I care. I pay the money. I get people back alive. Look, are you gonna lead us to these guys or not? I can't. –Talk to me. –We wait a couple of weeks. We wait till one of Lionel's guys slips up on some felony. –And then we flip him. –We don't have a couple of weeks. Lem and I spoke to Narcotics and Vice. They've been trying to make a case against Lionel for months.
They're at a dead end. –They have nothing for us? –That's what they said. God! We gotta nail him, like right now. Okay, so we keep at him. We hit him long enough and hard enough, he'll get the message. You an expert on making guys long and hard? Hey, this isn't funny. I mean, it's the goddamn first day, and the bosses are already talking about making changes. Anybody here feel like going back to their old post? Huh? Look, I hate to say this, but, uh... I think we need a shortcut. Like what? Maybe we need to squeeze a guy in Lionel's outfit, make him produce some evidence for us. That'd speed things up a bit. Produce as in plant? Hey, we all know that this guy's an asshole in the first degree. It's for goddamn sure this isn't the first body he's responsible for. –I don't know, man. –You just hear me out. A high-profile bust gets us credibility out on the street and with the bosses. Once we get our feet on solid ground, get a couple of wins under our belt... we go back to doing it the right way. Hey, we need this. Just this once. Hey, where we goin'? Ain't no police station this way. Yeah, well, we a mobile unit. Why you in such a hurry to go to jail anyway?
Bringin' me in for a couple of joints, man? I ain't doin' time for no three sticks of chronic. With your record, I wouldn't be too sure. You're gonna help us build a case against Lionel. Are you on the pipe? –You see that? –We had our own tagger do some work. We're the new king of this jungle. –You think painting' a snake on the wall makes you top dog? –Wanna go back for possession? You guys may be the cops, but Lionel's the law around here. You gotta bring it a lot heavier than this to change people's minds. –I don't think he's gonna cooperate. –Give it time. –If he doesn't? –I'm thinking. You know what? Screw Rondell. We'll just try another homie. –Lionel will catch wind of it. –Can't stake him out. He's smart. If we bring him in for piddley shit, Captain Ass will just kick him. Why don't we get a warrant based on suspicion of the shooting? We drop the evidence ourselves. Lionel will scream "setup." And that's exactly what it will look like. –It can't even remotely appear like we brought the shit in. –No. No, we've gotta have another cop find it. How about planting it in his car?
Crib's the best bet. When's it empty? It isn't. He's got girls streaming in and out of there day and night. We don't need you to tell us when they call. –We'll just wait, get the page ourselves. –No, they use a code. Without me, the number won't make any sense. I tried to interrogate our victim again. She still won't talk. They don't trust the police. That's why they come to me for help. I do this community a service. It's not just about the money. I help families pro bono... Cut the champion of the people crap. –So what happened? –Mayfield Duffy... pushed a cart full of groceries out of the store without paying. When my husband went to stop him, he got attacked. –What did he hit you with? –A bag of ice. –Go call the paramedics. –Mayfield is okay. He just had a bad run. No work. –He said he will pay for the stuff later. –I told him we don't do that. No money, no groceries. Look, I don't wanna get Mayfield in no trouble. I just want the money or the groceries back.
Well, sir, he committed a felony. We're gonna have to arrest him. Well, then go do it. He took perishables. –Yeah? –Step out of the apartment, please. –You Mayfield Duffy? –Yeah. –Step down, please, sir. –Hands out of your pockets, sir, and behind your head. –What's the beef? –Turn around. –I told him I'd pay him. –Before or after you struck him? –Is Otto okay? I didn't mean to hit him hard. –Yeah, he's okay. Second set of cuffs. You know there are places where you can go for aid, sir. –I got aid. Then I got robbed. –Robbed? I get food stamps twice a month. That punk gangster in 29... keeps breaking into the mailbox and stealing everybody's food stamps. It will be days before I can get some more. Meanwhile, my family's starving. What am I supposed to do? Not commit a felony. –Use this purse. –It's got a false bottom and a remote mike inside.
–What's that, coke? –Crack. The sentencing is more severe. Give me your purse. Come on. I want you to go inside Lionel's apartment. You tell him that you're willing to pay a street tax... to stay out working and stay safe. –I don't even know this guy. –He knows about you. You hide the crack in his bathroom, under the sink or something. This is the guy who shot up Wanda? It'll be a pleasure then. Hey, hey. You're miked. We can hear everything. If at any time the mike fails, we'll be in there, okay? –Okay. –Listen. This guy is bad. If it seems dangerous, you just say the word "gringo." Then we come riding to the rescue. –Gringo? –Yeah. Right. Hey. I mean it. Any sign of worry, you say the word. –You Happy Sandez? –Yeah, that's me. What of it?
You the same Happy Sandez that's been breaking into people's mailboxes... stealing their food stamps? –Food stamps? –I don't need no ghetto coupons. –Happy, we got your sheet, man. You got three priors for theft and no job. Why don't you give those people their food stamps back so they can eat? I'm missing the game. I tell you what, Happy. My partner and I are gonna go around the corner for exactly two minutes. And when we come back... either the food stamps you took are sitting on that bottom step... or I'm gonna call some detectives down here... and they're gonna turn your life upside down. You got it? You got two minutes. Screw Ringo. I'm willing to pay you. –I don't wanna get shot up. –Smart thinking', sweet pea. –So are we cool then? –Nah, not quite. See, I like to know what I'm puttin' on the streets. Come here. Right here. –He wants to taste the kitty. –Sure. –Just let me run to the bathroom. –What for? To pop in my diaphragm. No need, baby girl. I ain't hitting that raw. –Oh, yeah. –Oh, God.
The broker is a pipeline, but he's decent. If we talk to him the right way, he'll talk. That broker is a dead end. I got my witness coming in. I think she's our best bet. You know, I got 30 years experience says... if we slap this broker with obstruction of justice... he misses one home-cooked meal, he'll talk. –Tom's got seniority. Follow his lead. –The witness is here. –Hi. I'm Detective Gannon. Thanks for coming. –Carry on. So, uh, hypothetically... how would you go after the broker? The boss wants to do it Gannon's way. And he's going his way. Doesn't mean we can't go ours. They teach you that in the classroom? Goddamn, you're tight. Oh, God. –You ain't gonna dis me again, right? –No, I swear. Right? –I'm going in. –Hey, hey, hey. She didn't say gringo. –I'm going. –Hey! We don't have a warrant. And we're only gonna get one shot at this.
All right? I don't care. Hey, God-goddamn it! Hey, hey, hey. Come on, man. Hey. She's a pro. This is what she does for a living. We gotta make this case, right? Right? –Oh, for God's sake. –Hey, Vic, Vic, Vic. Come here. Come here. Hey, look. We're almost there now, right? All right? It's in the bathroom, under the sink. God. Vic, I'm okay. Vic. I need to score before you take me home. –Nice digs, David. –Nice enough. You don't sound too excited. No, I am. It's just... Gilroy's stocked the pond with his own fish. I'm still figuring out what waters are safe to swim in. I could use a friendly face working here.
Is this gonna be like the time you tried to get me to work Narcotics in the Valley? –It'll be different. –How? You'll say yes. –I'm happy in Robbery. –This is more money, more action, more fun. –So what's the job? –Gilroy's pick for the Strike Team, Vic Mackey. There's a spot on the team. Take it. If Mackey doesn't work out... you'll take his place. –Run the Strike Team? Even if he does work out, it's still a great gig. Come on. It's a no-lose situation for you. Your boy's going down tonight. The question is are you going down with him? Lionel's got drugs in his crib. –Lionel don't keep drugs at his crib. –I guess he got sloppy. Makes me wonder. You ever get sloppy? You wouldn't. Aw, shit! So we busted Rondell here on possession for distribution. –He wants to deal now. –What can you offer us? –My boss, Lionel. –We think he did the drive-bys. I made deliveries to his house.
He's got product there. You gotta move on him right away though. –And you're willing to swear to this in an affidavit? –Sure. Whatever it takes. Detective Vendrell, let's take his statement. Call for a warrant. –Impressive. –Thanks. Getting him to roll on a heavy hitter... for a misdemeanor marijuana charge. I can't take all the credit. I don't think he fully grasps the distinction between felony and misdemeanor. When that paperwork comes in... I'd like to go on that bust with you. See you in action. Sure thing. Your pager just went off. I know we don't have much time. –Sorry. I'm bound by tradition. –This tradition... does it always include multiple rape? –No, that was wrong of them. What if the kidnappers decide the family owes them money? They could go after her again. They probably will. I see how you're being honorable. You tell me how they're being honorable. Look, if you helped us though, if you led us to them, it would be a message to them... that the brokers are not the only ones who have to follow by the rules, so do the kidnappers. Your community would understand that. They could appreciate the honor in it.
Informant? Yo, who the hell told you I got drugs? That's confidential for security reasons. –I'm sure you understand. –Yo, don't play me, dog. –I've got a right to face my accuser. –You can mention that at trial. Hey, yo, man. Take it easy over there. Hey, you heard the man. Respect the property. Got something. Whoa. How many years of experience in this room... and the goddamn rookie finds the brick on his first day. –Let me see that, man. –Nice. Yeah, damn straight. The kid's a natural. –I taught him everything he knows. –I'll bet you did. Yo, that ain't mine, man. This is a stone-cold setup. –You put it there. –Found it under your sink, sir. –Well, this is a goddamn setup, man. –Vic, Vic. –Check this shit out. –That's a TAC-9. It's the same kind of gun used in the drive-by. We plant this too?
Yo, look. I didn't shoot nobody. Is that what ballistics is gonna tell us about that dead hooker? I didn't think so. –I have 10 minutes to get there. –We better hurry. Just get in the cage. –Good work, Vic. You know, you really pulled it together. –Thanks. The chief's happy. He wants another press conference to trumpet the quick results. –I'll do most of the talking, but he wants you there too. –Sure. Detective. We got a call from our kidnappers. We set up a drop. You mind getting our backs? The captain said we could help each other out. Hey, my day's just getting started. Shut up! Get down. Stop! Get back here! Stop, goddamn it! –Down. Hands behind your back. –Where do you think you're going? You got him cuffed? I said stop!
Goddamn it! All right, we're secure here. –You all right? –I got him. Keep looking. –That's them. –Which ones? Those ones. Hey, what happened? Latigo had a change of heart. –You didn't tell me that. –It happened quickly. I've been sitting right here. –Those our kidnappers? –Well, uh... our broker cooperated, led us to them. Well done. Thanks. –You didn't have to do that. –Credit's overrated. Tangible results. Nice goddamn job. Both of you, really. I told you he'd deliver. –I just didn't think twice on the first day. –What did you expect? The whole team worked well together. Some things could have been smoother, but we'll get there. I'm sure his public defender will have some questions. –It's just a few scratches. –From being dragged through barbed wire.
I told him to stop. –Bet you next time he listens. –Come on, fellas. The job's hard enough without tension between the walls. We should be celebrating. Yeah. Nathan, you gotta be kidding me. What am I supposed to do now? –Use the ladies room. –Jesus Christ. Relax. The plumber promised me he'd get to it tomorrow. Try not to destroy that one too. The obvious thing would have been to go Gannon's way. Instead, you got Latigo to do exactly what he didn't wanna do and feel good doing it. Some cases you get an instinct. –I don't get it. How come I haven't heard of you? –It's a mystery. I was thinking... maybe we could serve as partners again. –You know, on a permanent basis. –Wherever I'm needed. So, if I spoke to Aceveda, asked him to put us together, you wouldn't mind? No, I wouldn't mind. Okay, who took my chair? Hey, Lem and Ronnie are psyched. We're gonna go get a beer. Start without me. I gotta take care of something first. Look, I, uh, I talked to both of them, and they're cool about what went down.
–Good. –We got Lionel. –Got us a little breathing room. –Yeah. –It was easy, wasn't it? –Yeah. It was a little too easy. My church conducts monthly food drives in Farmington to help feed families. I don't need the gospel. I need work. My pastor knows a lot of people. I'll ask him if someone's hiring. Next time, find some help before you do something stupid. Yeah. –What are you doing? –I'm just letting him know where his family could get some help. If you're gonna get emotionally involved with every collar... get off the streets and into social work. You don't have to tell me about the streets. I grew up on them. Living in them and working in them are two different things. Look, I know I got a lot to learn about police work. And you've got your way that works for you. But I got a way I wanna try for me. Hey. Oh, Jesus. –I didn't know we're coed. –Welcome to the experiment. –I'll be out in a sec. –All right. Cool.
All right. I'll see you tomorrow. It was a good day today. Hey, man. So how was it out there? Fine. Yeah. There's nothing like your first time. –I didn't think Gilroy was ever gonna sign off on me. –Don't take it personally. –He was just busy. –Well, I'm glad to be here. You'll like it. Oh, the John's still broke. I'm working on it. –You ready? –Yeah, I'm ready for anything. Good, 'cause we get everything down here. Starting to get a rep out on the street. Bad guys don't like seeing us. It's starting to get fun. Hey, hey. –This here is Terry. He comes to us from Robbery. –Robbery? –We love you, pretty boys from Robbery. –How you doing? ⬄25000÷1000⬄ Philadelphia 1976
You can barely tell. I'm flying. Good as new. Look. Todd's sick of me. So maybe you're sick of him. Let's go back to Tim's room. He's cooler than any of them. You really want to? Maybe later. You're not supposed to have people here. Who says? Your mom and dad. You're gonna call them in Jakarta? Give the lady a beer for her silence. Is Jill coming? What do you think? I saw her today. She said maybe, maybe not. Please. She's coming. Who's gonna clean this up in the morning? Go watch TV, Bonita. There she is. Oh, hi, gorgeous. Philadelphia 2003 Cold Case 1x01 Look Again Ä31⁄4 �° �ð �®1⁄2o( �± �® · �1⁄2¬æ�) Àú1⁄2oÆ3⁄4 Ã �1ö1⁄2o(Å© �®1⁄2o ¶ó1⁄2Ìæ�) Åè 1è �®(Àa Á¦ÇÁ �®1⁄2oæ�)
Á � ÇÉ(Á � 1⁄2oÆ¿ �Çæ�) - What'd we get? - A triple. Á¦·11Ì ·¡Ä¡Æ÷�å( �Ð o£¶óæ�) ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 2003/09/28 You writing? Yeah. How you doing, Detectives? Trash still here, chairs on the floor. They hadn't closed yet. Eight years on the line, never had a triple. Last out gets the action. This an overnighter? Kid who opens up found this morning. Looks like a straight robbery? Go talk to the scene man, kid. Register's raided. Let's get it dusted. It's a bad case of death. All three shot. Her throat's cut. Doer's got a gun. Why's he gotta slit her throat, too? Um, Detective? When you dust the register... We might find your prints? That's why we keep our hands full. All right, I'm knocking on some doors. We boring you in here? Stillman called.
There's a civilian down at Central, wants to talk to you. Me? Asked for a lady in Homicide. I hear you were in the Badlands. Della's Chicken and Ribs. What's the deal with this civilian? Civilian? Probably some nut job. Vera said that he, uh... I told Vera to deal with her. I've been on since midnight. I got three murders to solve, and he's pawning his dog calls off on me? I know, Lil. He is one pain in the ass, boss. Yeah, look, she's right outside. Just chase her demons away. Your triple's not gonna go anywhere, all right? You better give Vera some hell. Like it would do any good. Detective Rush. Homicide. You do murders? I investigate murders. I want to tell you about one. What's your name? Bonita... Bonita Rafaela. You been smoking some pot today, Bonita? It helps with the pain. I've got cancer.
Sorry. I saw a murder. A girl was killed on a tennis court. Where's the court? Chestnut Hill. At the house where I used to work. The boys were having a party. He hit her... over and over and over and over. You didn't call the police? I went to bed. I thought it wasn't my business. A girl dying wasn't your business? And when did this happen? In 1976. 1976, Bonita? 27 years ago, and you're just telling this now? I had a son. I needed to work. But now I have this cancer. Something die in here? Whew... These cases. The timing adds up. Jill Shelby, beaten at a neighbor's house, found the next morning. Case was never solved. Yeah, like the rest of these job. But now we got a witness. Are you saying we should open a 27-year-old case, Lil? There's new direction. Yeah, witnesses from that long ago are gonna be pretty shaky.
Maybe. But then, time can be on our side. People who wouldn't talk then might be willing to now. Look at this maid. Mm-hmm. I mean, time passes. People's loyalties and circumstances change. Do you believe this maid? Yeah, I do. I don't know the assigned detective. Britt. I bet Jeffries does. Britt was top shelf. Got killed in Camden trying to pick up a fugitive. So he's not the reason the job went cold. Uh-uh. And I remember this one. It made him crazy. The girl's mother would come in year after year, Britt never had anything for her. who'd he look at for the doer? The two brothers, one being the boyfriend. A live-in cook made the list. And, of course, some folks thought a gang of black kids must have come to Chestnut Hill that night. The boyfriend his top pick? Yeah, it was rumored he had been violent with her. Todd Whitley? Oh, yeah. Cocky little jerk, as I recall. From a society family.
No one would talk about those boys. The old man was too powerful. Put up walls Britt couldn't even get past. Someone should read the job again. Maybe those walls are shakier now. How about you? I got a job. But Vera might get a sense of achivement out of it. You spoke to the maid, Lil. Only 'cause he stuck me with her. This job deserves another look and Vera doesn't have the type of personality to get anywhere with society people. You give Vera my triple, you're gonna find him in Della's freezer. Excuse me, is Evelyn Shelby here? I'm Evelyn. Hi. Lilly Rush. How'd you find this house? Well, I'm a Detective Homicide. Is it about someone who stayed here? No, um... it's about your daughter. A witness has come forward in her case. Someone who worked in the neighborhood. So you don't know anything. We have new direction. Look, I came into Homicide every August, for over 20 years. Eventually, I figured out that Detective Britt was too much of a gentleman to tell me to stop coming, that her case would never be solved. You can only hope so long. So I should just forget about Jill? How about Todd Whitley? Should I forget him, too?
Todd was lovely to Jill. Really, I... hear he knocked her around. What's lovely about that? I still see Todd Whitley... and Melanie. They're married now. Melanie... Jill's best friend? They became close after she died. And I'm not interested in stirring up more accusations against him. Well, I'm reopening the case. I'm not saying don't do your job. It's just that no one's been able to solve it after all these years. And... and I-I just can't get pulled in again. What kind of person doesn't wanna solve her daughter's murder? Someone in a lot of pain? Well, she won't help me with Todd, she thinks he's a golden boy. And the best friend's married to him. That's a tight inner circle. So Jill's own mom isn't on board, who's this for? You working a dead case instead of our triple? Talk to him. Unsolved isn't dead, Las. And she's got direction. Don't you? Yeah, but I also got three murders at this restaurant. All right. Who else can you go to on this? Well, not Melanie. So I guess that leaves the brothers.
What was their party line on the abuse? The party line was don't talk to the cops. Going out on the street, boss. Right. Neighborhood survey on Della's. You coming or not? Let me just work this one for one more interview, then I'm back. Great. All right, what's your play with the brothers? Well, Todd's a superstar lawyer now. Eric is more of a fringe case. Divorced, drinking problem, doesn't exactly work. Sounds like he's your first stop. Eric? Yeah? Detective Rush. I'm heading out. I have a meeting. There's a 1:00 in Old City. It's not that kind of meeting. Oh. Um.. I'm.. It'll just take a few minutes. It's about Jill Shelby. You were in school with her, right? Chelsea Day? I can't talk to you. How come? They treated my brother and me like suspects back then.
Well, it was an open secret Todd was hitting Jill. He loved Jill. People hit people they love. I shouldn't say anymore. Maybe you could just tell me what she was like. She was nice. When you were alone with her, at least. When you weren't alone? I don't wanna speak ill of the dead. It's okay. I hear it every day. She'd ignore you. She ignore you that night? She was at her worst at parties. I see dollar signs, already, Charlie. That was a $50 value. Thank you! Come on, Jill. Tell us what a kiss from Eric's worth. I can't. He's Todd's brother. You've already kissed two other guys. I'm not into it. Come here, Eric. So she was kind of a bitch to you that night. She didn't mean it. That was the just way she got sometimes. Mmm. Anyway, I need to go.
Oh, did you letter in high school? You look kind of athletic. One year. Wrestling. Todd Whitley. Lilly Rush. Have a seat, Lilly. Who'd you row for? Uh, Chelsea Day and Penn. I'm still on the water most mornings. Impressive. This is about Eric I assume. You don't seem too shocked he might be in trouble. Patterns of behavior, right? Recognize her? What is this? A homicide investigation. Look, that was painful for a lot of people. I suggest you leave it alone. I can't do that. It's an open case. Why did someone like you become a cop? Oh, bad education, limited talent. You should be married, living the good life. Well, no one ever asked. So here I am working a homicide. Well, as I told the cops at the time, I was with my brother all night. Actually, a lawyer told them that in a statement three weeks later. So?
Look... my father owned half of Philadelphia. People like to see families like ours in trouble. We hired a lawyer. Maybe your kind of people don't do that... mine do. Even if there's nothing to hide? I can't help you anymore. I understand you're married to Melanie now. She can't help you either. Do you still have a problem with violence? I know you once hit Jill hard enough to give her three stitches and all. Everyone knew the cops had it in for me over Jill. They were wrong then, you are wrong now. Ever hit Melanie? All right, Lilly, you're right. Someone did beat the crap out of Jill on a regular basis. But It wasn't me. Her father was a real son of a bitch. You sure know how to find people. I thought you'd still be living in Chestnut Hill. I like the city. Did you find something? Autopsy records and medical records. And? I just don't understand these injuries Jill had before she died. Injuries? Broken rib when she was 12.... a concussion ... a jaw fracture at nine years old. What's the deal? She played field hockey and soccer.

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