For his selfless action off-duty sustaining a gunshot wound...
during the apprehension of a major gun-running ring...
and for exhibiting the type of individual awareness, initiative...
and resourcefulness that serves as an inspiration for all officers...
I'm proud to hereby present Detective Vic Mackey...
with the department's highest honor for valor and courage under fire.
Uh, everybody here deserves one of these.
I was just the guy holding onto it when the music stopped.
Thank you.
- Don't think this means you get a free pass around here. - Of course not.
- Congratulations, Vic. - It was Lanie's idea to recommend you for the medal.
Really? I didn't know that. Thank you.
It's important that the public knows about our successes as well as our failures.
We're running your Toys for Guns drive tomorrow.
That's where people trade in their guns to the cops?
Yeah. While, uh, Vic was laid out in the hospital.
- He came up with this great twist for us. - Yeah.
They get to fill out raffle tickets for a big prize when they trade in their guns.
Which gives us their name and address. We run the gun for ballistics.
If they were used in a crime, we know where to find them.
You thought of that while you were on a morphine drip?
Well, stolen guns put me there. I had three weeks to figure out how to get them off the street.
I'm impressed.
- Thank you, ma'am. - Enjoy the toy.
- Next. - Have a nice day.
- What's your name? - Patty Ann Hinkle.
- That's a pretty name. - Thanks.
- Where'd you get the gun? - Home. I don't like it.
- Do I get a toy? - You sure do.
- Gimme your address. - It's, uh...
Starting me off with a bang, huh?
A robbery. Ended badly. One dead.
Witnesses said the shooter gained entry using a police badge.
Number 714. That's your number. Where were you two hours ago?
- With me. - Let me see your badge.
- This is a fake. - I... I got mugged.
I lost my badge in Tijuana. I never thought it'd end up back in L.A.
An L.A. cop badge sold on the black market.
- Where the hell else would you expect it to be used? - Let's all calm down.
- Did you know about this? - No. No, he didn't.
- Where'd you get this one? - This, uh, Serbian guy in Rosehill.
- It's just like the real thing. - No. No, Officer Vendrell.
It's not. The real thing got used in an armed robbery and a killing.
I'm gonna clear this whole thing up. Let me get into it.
I'm sorry, man.
- Where were you two hours ago? - I was sleeping.
- Aceveda seems pissed, doesn't he? - It's just like old times.
- Hey. Who's the dead guy? - He worked here...
along with our witness, who isn't saying much.
- You saw this go down? - Is the shooter white? Black?
He had a mask. Happened quick.
- What'd he take? - Nothing.
So he used the cop's badge to get you to unlock the place.
He murders a guy for no reason, steals nothing and leaves?
This guy definitely knew what he was after.
Whatever it was, it wasn't supposed to be here. Am I right?
What if I told you my buddy and I here have a little side business...
helps victims get their stuff back.
You offered to get his stolen merchandise back for a fee?
He was hiding something he wasn't gonna tell a clean cop.
- You thought this would work? - It already has. He's cooperating.
The store is a front for an Armenian mob diamond chop shop.
- He told you this? - He wants his diamonds back.
They fence hot ice. Recut the gems, put 'em in different mountings
so they can't be ID'd... then they resell them.
This is what our shooter stole.
- This is entrapment. - Just for the jeweler... and he's a guppy.
We're hunting a whale here.
You want us to catch this killer or not?
Going undercover as dirty cops. You think you can pull that off?
We can try.
You know, being crooked cops when it's my ass and badge on the line... it's not as fun.
Yeah, well, we're only pretending to be crooked cops.
So we're not really taking a cut of the jewelry?
Well, it's always an option, but today I'm feeling good.
Flip that right there. Yeah. That's got a little thing right there.
I got some stuff too, in the back.
Aw, man! You havin' a sidewalk sale and you didn't invite us, Taylor?
- I thought we was on your mailing list. - This has a remote, right?
Okay. Listen. I gave you Fleetwood, okay? I'm free and clear.
Just one more favor... swear to God.
You know who might be movin' this kinda stuff?
Uh, no. No. I don't usually travel in those circles.
- Unh. Hey... Oh. - Find out who does and then buzz me.
Look, man. You know, CIs are supposed to be registered and paid, man.
Tell you what. Here's a fin. Go buy yourself a taco.
That's a $50 box.
Thank you.
I can't believe this. It was a clean shoot.
I know. I was hoping lawyers wouldn't get involved.
Let's just hear what they have to say.
Five million makes this go away.
Well, five million makes me laugh.
- I didn't do anything wrong. - Your officers improperly entered the Al-Thani home...
establishing a pattern of racial insensitivity and abusive behavior.
- He gave us permission to enter. - Only after you threatened to bring in the F.B.I.
You treated him like a criminal, which escalated the dispute with the neighbor.
- She felt she could attack him. He needed to defend his life. - This is ridiculous!
The search was legal. The shooting, by the book.
We don't agree. I'll be expecting your counteroffer by the end of the day.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
Did I mention we're also naming you as well as Officer Sofer in the civil suit?
Think it over.
You Tike?
He'll be back later. What do you want?
How 'bout an honest answer. A friend of mine says you're trying to move some hot rocks.
Man. What the hell you doing, man? Huh?
We're cops.
- It's him. - Give me the keys.
- I'd like to see a warrant. - I'd like to see Anna Kournikova naked on a water bed.
- I'm calling 911. - Go ahead.
We'll come back in five minutes and take your report.
I'll start with possession of stolen property.
It's an exact match to our crime scene.
Who sold you this stuff?
I'll tell you what. You get the guy who sold you these down here...
and I'll give you a third of them to keep.
You'll let me keep a third?
Hell of a deal.
What kinda cops are you?
Ballistics just got a hit on one of Vic's Toys for Guns.
Oh. Well, maybe they'll give him a second medal.
Slug from a test-fire matches up to an unsolved murder from last year.
One of yours.
Richard Cummings. Yeah.
Who's Richard Cummings?
This is a guy who took a loan from a shark named Manny Sandoval.
Couldn't pay the money back, ended up dead.
It's obvious Manny killed him.
So why does somebody else have the murder weapon?
- Find out. - Yeah.
- He's talking to his old lady. - He's not gonna show.
Mmm. Coffee, cigarettes, and too much joviality. Smells like a 12-step.
Excuse me. What program is this?
- Gamblers Anonymous. - Thanks.
It's that time of year...
Two days after the Super Bowl...
everybody finds a higher power when they lose their shirts.
- I lost 100 bucks on the goddamn Raiders. - Shh. I'll be damned.
- What? - That's Manny Sandoval.
- The loan shark? Where? - In the alley.
So your suspect is hanging outside the meeting...
where the guy who owns the murder weapon is?
- Some coincidence. - Hell of one.
- You wanna take him in? - Manny doesn't crack easy.
And he won't sweat unless I'm packing a lot more info than I got now.
Let's wait and talk to the gun owner first.
So what's so important?
Hope you hocked enough for bail.
Where's my badge, you dumb ass? Huh?
Work with me here, all right? I need a deal.
We don't. We have you for robbery and homicide...
and being dumb enough to sell the jewelry that ties you to both.
Look, I needed the money, all right? But you don't have everything.
- Alex Eznik. - Alex who?
He runs the Zeroun family for the Armenian mob. What about him?
- I give you Alex, you shave some years, right? - Convince me.
I work protection for him.
He owns that jewelry shop I hit.
- And you robbed your own boss? - I was taking back something that didn't belong to him.
- That's all. - Well, why'd you kill the guy?
'Cause he was a thief of Alex's...
who stole some jewelry from a store I provided protection over.
What? Wait a minute. You work for Alex. The dead guy worked for Alex.
He robbed from you. You robbed back and killed him?
- Doesn't sound like a very happy family. - No. It's not.
Yeah. And Alex encourages competition...
especially between Russian Armenians like him and Lebanese Armenians like me.
That's why I didn't mind ripping Alex off.
- What else can you tell me about Alex? - Everything.
Gambling. Hijacking.
You ever heard a rumor about a money train?
- What's a money train? - Story goes it's like a rolling bank vault.
Supersecret.
Supposedly runs out of L.A. every couple of months to clean their dirty money overseas.
How much money are we talking about here?
I hear it's big.
So who do I make a deal with?
- No. - Why not?
Because we've already got the killer. This is where it ends.
We got a line on the biggest Armenian mobster in L.A.
- I'm not running a mob task force. - You don't have to.
You just have to watch.
Let me return the jewels to Alex...
see if he wants to buy a dirty cop.
You're having too much fun playing this.
Well, inside I'm a sad clown.
What about the jewels?
You already gave a third to the pawnbroker. You wanna give the rest to the mob boss?
Well, that's the deal I made.
If I want them to think that I'm a corrupt cop, I at least gotta be honest about it.
I don't like it. And I especially don't like you in the middle of it.
Hey. You know how Giuliani became the mayor of New York?
He brought down the mob.
I wanna know every move you make.
Absolutely.
There he is.
Mr. Hinkle.
Detectives Wyms and Wagenbach.
We'd like to speak with you.
Is everything okay?
- I wouldn't bet on it. - Come on.
That's Richard Cummings...
a man who lost a lot of money in a restaurant.
He's also a guy who was into Manny Sandoval for $50,000.
Your gun killed him, so don't bother wasting our time with a bullshit excuse.
- Where'd you get my gun from? - Your daughter traded it in during a toys for guns drive.
How much did Manny pay you to use your weapon... or did you do it for him?
- What? - We also checked your phone records.
You seem to call phone booths a lot. Is that your bookie or your loan shark?
Certainly wasn't your sponsor.
Where's my daughter?
A complaint has been lodged against you by a man named Abu Ibish.
- Who? - Six months ago.
Some bar fight you broke up.
- I don't remember. - At the Lakeside Tavern.
I get a lot of calls there. What was the complaint?
This guy says that you used racial epithets prior to arresting him...
derogatory comments referring to his Arab ethnicity.
This is bullshit.
Well, how would you know? You don't even remember the arrest.
- I'd remember that. - Danny...
if you made any anti-Arab comments...
I didn't.
Even in the heat of the moment. I need to know now.
I didn't.
My name's on that lawsuit too.
- What the hell is that? - I don't know, but buy me a ticket.
- Yeah. - Hold it.
He's expecting us.
Mr. Eznik.
I believe these are yours.
- Some are missing. - That's right. A third.
That's the deal I made with your boy over at the jewelry store.
You made that deal with him. You didn't make it with me. A third is a lot of money.
It was a lot of work.
I don't like cops in my social club.
Fine. Then we'll leave.
Oh, uh, you have an auto shop over on Waverly, right?
Yeah. From what we hear, it's filled with stolen car parts.
Police are gonna raid it in about three hours.
- Why are you telling me this? - Shane and I here are looking to moonlight.
First tip's a freebie.
Next one will cost ya.
Now we're waiting for the Armenian to call back.
- I said keep this simple. - It is simple.
Oh, uh, I need a raiding party at this address in two hours.
- Not a moment sooner. - To find what?
Nothing. It'll be cleared out by the time they get there.
Look. I know it's your world, but I'm the one who lets you work in it.
Clear this with me before next time.
I would have. I just didn't have a chance.
- What about this money train? - If it exists, we'll get to it.
- When? - Soon.
I'm transferring Shane off the Strike Team.
- What? - I see you're listening to me now.
Shane is my partner.
I'm thinking Vice might be a more appropriate assignment for him.
Where does this bullshit come from?
An all-white team knocking down doors in an 83% minority neighborhood is bad policy.
We had a deal.
I keep my nose clean You keep your nose outta my business.
Well, Shane didn't keep his nose clean, did he?
So we're gonna find somebody who can...
either a black or a Latino.
- Feeling okay? - Fine. Just a little office politics.
What's the issue?
- Actually, it's something you might be able to help me with. - Uh-huh?
Aceveda's trying to ram something down my throat.
- You mean adding a minority to your Strike Team? - Yeah. That's right.
Mm-hmm. That was my idea.
And it's a good one, in theory...
but I don't have another spot open on my squad.
David told me he was opening up a spot.
- He was mistaken. - Look. An all-white unit...
smashing down doors in a heavily minority neighborhood...
It's just bad policy. You'll get used to the idea.
That's it exactly.
Appreciate your tip.
My men were able to clear everything out just in time.
- Here you are, gentlemen. - How did the police know about it?
- Seems like you pissed off the wrong Lebanese Armenian. - Hrach?
Once he killed the jewel thief, I guess he felt compelled to open up.
- How do I shut him up? - While he's in custody, you can't.
Shit.
How much to have him taken out?
How you doing?
What, killed?
No. It's not possible.
Not killed. Not killed. Just taken out of jail. I'll deal with him myself.
That'll cost you more than you have.
Yeah, but, uh, it can be done.
- It's possible. - He's in custody for murder.
Well, I am the arresting officer.
I suppose if I made a technical error...
violated his rights somehow.
Yeah, yeah. How much to violate his rights?
You want me to release a murderer so that his mob boss can kill him?
It sounded better the way Vic explained it to me.
We're not gonna let Alex kill Hrach.
- Oh. Well, that's a relief. - We're gonna do it ourselves...
or at least provide a reasonable facsimile.
All we need is a body.
What do you want now, the keys to the morgue? When does this stop?
When we take Alex down. Look, the only way to nail him...
is to catch him paying us off for the hit.
- I'm pulling the plug. - Alex needs to see a body.
I mean, showing him a picture of some uni in Halloween makeup isn't gonna cut it.
If this ends in anything but total success...
you can join him on Vice.
- What the hell's he talking about? - Who knows?
- It's a little clammy in here. - You'll get used to it, Manny.
- I won't need to. - You fronted Richard Cummings money for a restaurant...
that closed after two weeks, right?
I don't lend money. I'm not a loan shark.
- Cummings never paid you back. - Why would he? I never lent him a dime.
Lance Hinkle also owed you money... a fortune.
Don't know a Hinkle.
You clear his debt. He helps you kill Cummings.
Sell it to the Grimms Brothers.
I've got your lies on record. Now sit there...
while I prove them wrong.
Take Bob and Marcy. They lived next door to the victim.
He had a prior for kidnapping, liked young women. I should have seen it.
Could you concentrate on this case, please?
I'm using it to illuminate this case. Excuse me.
It was Hinkle's gun. Hinkle doesn't have an alibi.
- It should be Hinkle. - Hinkle's got nothing to do with Cummings or the restaurant.
What about the dead guy's wife?
Maybe she and Hinkle, having an affair, want the husband dead.
The widow's got no insurance money. She's not involved.
- It's worth checking out. - Look...
I've got a suspect. His name is Manny Sandoval.
And I'm bringing him in.
I'm having a hard time explaining why we're backing you for city council...
when you seem to be wholly unconcerned with our community's needs.
- What are we talking about here? - A gang member died in a drive-by shooting this week.
His gang has demanded a funeral mass at his family's church...
but our new reverend refused on principle.
Since then, the church has been vandalized...
and he has received death threats.
That's unacceptable.
A community's strength stems from its leaders...
especially its spiritual ones.
I'll assign a protection detail immediately.
Just got a suicide call. White male, 20s, just blew his head off.
Perfect. I'm gonna need your clothes and your wallet.
- What the hell is this? - We found our candidate.
- Who? - Some guy.
- What guy? Where? - Dead guy. No face, no relatives, no problem.
- I'm coming with. - Sure. We'll meet you there.
- What's the address? - I think Cacuzza's got it.
They're setting up.
All right. Set the camera up in here.
Alex is on his way. We got 15 minutes, tops.
You know what? We'll, uh... We'll take it from here.
Yeah. We're not done with the investigation.
Time to swap out the clothes.
- You said he blew his face off! - That's what I was told!
What did he do, miss? He's totally recognizable!
Jesus Christ. He's gonna be here any minute.
God.
All right. Go... Go to my car and get my shotgun.
- What? - Just do it!
Don't worry. You won't feel a thing.
- I'll walk the neighborhood. - What should I do?
Stop anyone from killing the reverend.
Try to keep me in sight.
Excuse me. What are you doing?
- Oh. Hi, Officer. - Hi.
- What are you doing? - I know this looks weird...
but I'm a volunteer coach for a kids' soccer team.
- Yeah. I see that. - Well, uh...
one of them found a squirrel by the side of the road.
It was the only way to get him to stop crying.
I promised to send it to squirrel heaven.
Okay. Well, that's not really legal.
Well, I didn't know what else to do.
I just wanted Jordan to feel better.
Well, that's sweet. Um, okay.
Bury it deep.
Thanks.
- You wanna give him the face-lift? - I'll pass.
Pussy.
You're not here to realize it...
but you're doing a good thing.
Yeah. That's better.
Okay. Camera's got signal.
- Oh, God. - Where've you been?
He gives you the money. You give the signal. You get out.
And hear me... this is it. Understand?
Sure.
- When he gets the money, we go... on my mark. - Got it.
- We gotta go. - Thank you, sir.
One of them yours?
Hey. Um, no. I used to play.
- Bye. - No. Most of these kids don't have fathers.
That's very nice.
We have a game on Sunday.
Maybe if you're not working you could stop by.
Um, yeah, I'm free on Sunday.
Great.
You killed him yourself.
Yeah. He got a little squirrelly.
We're gonna have to charge you extra...
- for saving you the trouble. - All right. Here we go.
- How much do you think he told them? - We can find out.
He was very involved in a lot of my businesses.
He knew a lot of things.
Perhaps you can, uh, help with some protection.
Get ready.
- Hold! Hold! Don't do this to me. - Holding.
- Like with what? - Let's talk someplace else.
Son of a bitch.
I'd like to know if any more of my places are going to be raided.
Give me the addresses. I'll check 'em out at my station.
It'll take a couple hours.
That's delicate information to give to a police officer that I barely know.
Fine.
If you need me some other time, give me a call.
Hey. Wait.
Hagop.
Hagop knows the addresses. He'll go with you.
- Works for me. - And he'll stay here.
It's insurance, you know? You have one of my men. I have one of your men.
Make sure he doesn't catch anything.
- See you soon. - Yeah.
Ahh.
We believe one of these men killed Richard.
Claudette, I didn't see his face.
He was running.
Take a look.
I'm sorry. I just... I didn't see a face.
- It was nine months ago. - It's okay.
There's one thing I don't understand.
The night your husband was killed, you were home alone with him?
- That's right. - You have two small children.
It was a Wednesday night, middle of the school week. Why weren't they in the house?
Their grandmother takes them ice-skating on Wednesday nights.
They sleep over, and then she drops them at school.
It would be interesting if the killer knew the kids wouldn't be in the house.
Fewer possible witnesses... or maybe to spare them the trauma...
which is odd unless the killer knew them personally.
- Are you saying that I-- - Excuse me.
Come here.
What the hell are you doing?
- Pursuing an angle of investigation. - By attacking my witness?
- She's not much of a witness. - That's right. She's the victim. I cleared her nine months ago.
You cleared her of any connection to Manny. What about Hinkle?
She's not in this.
- Maybe it's just that simple. - Goddamn it.
She's not Marcy.
Now, you screwed up your case. Fine. It happens.
But don't screw up mine.
- Take that back. - Later.
Right now, I'm handling this case.
Alone.
Cummings's wife saw you outside the house the night you killed her husband.
She just positively ID'd you.
You're done.
Hinkle spilled his guts like a cheap piņata.
How you'd excuse the vig on his loan in exchange for killing Cummings.
Not the principle, though. Tsk tsk. You're a piece of work.
It's his word against mine.
Believe me. When he's on that stand, and his little girl's there...
and he's bawling like a baby...
they're gonna believe every word he says.
I don't need a confession.
Take him.
Let's go.
They could still be undercover. They could be doing God knows...
Never mind.
Nothing. I guess he didn't squeal on that one.
What's the next address?
4103 Merrick.
And this is?
Cigarettes, tax-free.
Well, your smokers can cough up their lungs in peace. Next address.
This one's not really anything...
but since we're here, check it anyway.
- Sure. Give it to me. - 9210 Escovida.
And this is?
Not sure. Storage or something.
- It's clear. - Where the hell you been?
I'm working on another case. What'd you expect?
- You disappeared. Where's Shane? - He's working on that hooker sting I told you about.
Hooker sting? What do they have you doing now, entrapping johns?
He's just talking with them.
Might bring in a few of them later.
Well, you're supposed to check in every two hours.
Make sure you do.
Asshole's just trying to keep his job. It's pathetic. Next?
- Hrach? - Hagop?
- Oh, shit. - You're alive.
- What's going on? - You need help here?
All right. Let's go.
What time were you supposed to check in with Alex?
What happens to Shane if you don't?
I'm out. I'm out.
Ha. I beat him anyway.
Instead of playing poker, we should be playing poke her.
- Wanna play another one? - Yeah.
In exactly 10 seconds go to the john. Now say, "wrong number" and hang up.
Wrong number.
Tell you what. This gypsy swill just goes right through me.
Be right back.
Stay still, asshole.
Everybody down! Come on! Everybody! Down! On the floor!
- Get down on the ground! - You get on the floor! Get down!
- You too! - Get your hands up!
Lace your hands, put your palms on top of your head. Do it!
Alex Eznik, you're under arrest.
Shane! Take him. Shane!
- Shane! - Yeah.
How 'bout next time I save your ass?
That's a date.
- Anything I need to know? - Nothing at all.
Yeah.
What are you doing?
Oh, hi. Um, I'm burying a hamster.
Did you just pay that kid for it?
No. I gave him some money so that he could go buy a new one.
Okay. You know what? I'm going to have to write you up for this.
- No. You don't. - Yeah. I do.
- Look. It's really not... - Shut up.
Jesus Christ.
All right, ladies. Move it along. Come on. Let's go.
- Nice bust. - Oh, it's not over yet.
Once these goons lawyer up, the word'll get out...
and those places will be cleared out before we can hit 'em.
So let's move now. Give me the specifics. I'll send units.
We got a chop shop on Newman. Cigarette stash on Merrick. A few others.
Uh, something mysterious on Escovida.
- We'll check that out. - Something to do with the money train?
It's probably just a jerk-off. We'll let you know.
Do you think that's the money train?
I got a pretty good feeling.
So it is real.
What do you wanna do?
At the bar, when I didn't answer her questions, she called me names.
Why didn't you report this earlier?
I don't know. I didn't know my rights.
But you do now.
Mr. Ibish, do you remember Officer Lowe?
- Yes. - I remember you too.
My first week on the job. He resisted arrest, became violent.
My partner exercised great restraint.
- Did Danny use any racial epithets? - No, sir.
But Mr. Ibish used one or two towards me.
He's lying. He's covering for her. You all do that.
What did Mr. Hamad offer you to come forward with this story?
If he's retracting his statements now, it's a surprise to me.
You told him that if he filed a complaint, you'd represent him for free in his own civil suit.
That was predicated on his story being true. There was no quid pro quo for him to lie.
Well, either way, your case ends here.
Our case doesn't depend on him. I'm here to discuss your counteroffer.
Well, here it is: Nothing.
Her own partner won't corroborate her story.
- He doesn't contradict it either. - We have a wrongful entry...
an innocent man, and a grieving widow.
And I've got a decorated officer who's fighting to keep this city safe during very troubled times.
I look forward to a jury settling this.
We'll be in touch.
Washington, Oregon, Arizona, Nevada.
This isn't just L.A. money. This is the whole goddamn West Coast.
Holy shit.
First the head of the Zeroun family, then this.
Aceveda's gonna be licking our scrotums for weeks.
I'll call, uh... I'll call for backup.
- No. - What?
- We're gonna let it go. - Why?
We're gonna let it go.
Get over here.
- Tell that bitch you lied. - What?
Tell her you made it up because you owed me money, wanted to get even.
I can't lie anymore.
I got you to take out Cummings. You don't think I can arrange to have your daughter be next?
Use your head.
I didn't need a confession.
But it doesn't hurt.
Hey, Vic. We hit the mother lode.
Credit cards, digital cameras, phony passports.
- What did you find? - Nothing.
You're the only one who came up empty?
A case of frostbite, but, uh, no money train.
You think he gave you the wrong information?
Either that or it never existed.
What's the matter? Cage not full enough for you?
So you won't mind if I check it out.
Why would I mind?
Good work today.
- Good enough to get a chit with you? - What kind of chit?
I'll take a minority onto my team, but I get to keep Shane.
Hmm.
He's suspended for a week...
and I get approval of the new team member.
And I get to approve your approval.
I can live with that.
Then I guess we start lookin'.
- I take it back. - No need to. You were right.
Hey. Let me buy you a little dinner.
A detective can't personalize his investigations.
I'm, uh... I'm not really very hungry.
- Hrach says the money train moves every couple of months. - Where does it go?
Next time? Right into our pockets.
Oh. There's a lot of unknowns.
Well, we can do it right... be extra careful...
take our time.
You can't really be talkin' about making off...
with the Armenian mob's entire Western U.S. kitty.
Goddamn Eastern Euros can't keep track of their own plutonium.
You think I'm gonna trust 'em with our cold hard cash?
Huh?
Mr. Hamad dropped my case.
One big city against just me now.
Mrs. Al-Thani, please. I don't wanna have to put you under arrest.
You! Zayed was a good man! He would never shoot you!
And we sympathize with your loss.
If you did, you would have signed those papers...
and given me peace and a chance for my baby.
Come. Come here.
He will never know his father because of you.
I'll never forget what you do.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Justice will find you.
Now, you have a king. She only has a four...
which means you can take her cards.
See? These cards go over here.
Go ahead. Move these cards over here.
- Matthew? - You just have to show him, Dad.
Here.
Birthday cake? Vic.
Well, it's somebody's birthday... somewhere.
It's time to get ready for bed. Come on.
Go brush your teeth, put on your p.j's.
- I'm not tired. - Hey. You heard your mom.
I'll be in in a second to read you a story.
Go on.
Megan went right to sleep. No problem.
- How are you feeling? - Ah. A little stiff.
I'm okay, not too bad.
First day back at work was good.
It's a little early, isn't it?
These doctors. If they could, they'd put you on bed rest...
until you got something else they could charge you for.
You seemed pretty anxious to get back.
- I have a lot to do. - Uh, it's just that...
before you got hurt, you, uh...
you said you'd leave the house.
You promised.
I know.
If you're good enough to go back to work, um...
Soon as you can find a place.
What can I do for ya?
- I need a room. - Oh, yeah.
Oh. Um, you know what? That's fine.
Here. Um, just write your name and, uh, your police division.
Hey. Is this about the people across the street?
Hmm?
- I can't say. - Okay. Yeah. That's...
I understand.
I tell ya. The things he does to her... it's a sin.
Why don't you give me a room with a view across the street?
You know, I might be staying awhile.
Ahh.