Vic, come on, dude.
- Tell me you're leaving. - That which doesn't kill me...
Vic, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Vic!
Hi.
David Aceveda. Vote for me. Appreciate it.
Hi. David Aceveda. Vote for me.
That's an arm.
Went to Armadillo's place to talk to him about Tio's murder.
- What'd he say? - He wasn't there.
Signs of a struggle. Bloodstains, seared flesh on the stove.
- Pretty ugly stuff. - That sounds like Armadillo's m.o.
Checked Tio's phone records.
You were the last call he made last night on his cell before he died.
Yeah. He sounded kind of agitated. We got cut off.
Too bad.
What are you asking me?
Look, I don't like these questions any more than you do.
I was with my guys all last night while Tio was being killed.
Feel free to ask them.
Okay, then.
Single blow. A heavy blade, an axe, maybe a machete.
- How long ago? - Based on core temp, I'd say recently.
Three to four hours.
So she's only been dead since around 6.
I didn't say she was dead.
Skin lividity and clotting indicate she was alive when this happened.
- Sadomasochistic torture ritual. - Okay.
If someone tried to keep her alive, how long could she survive?
With a tourniquet and basic medical knowledge, indefinitely.
Until he tired of his domination-control Dr. Mengele experiments...
...and decided to squeeze the last breath out of her so he could watch.
See, this is why you and me can't date.
Run these prints. Get me an ID.
Now!
I spoke to Shane.
He said you weren't with him for about an hour last night.
Yeah. That's right.
I was with a private eye named Gordie Liman.
What's he got to do with Tio and Armadillo?
Nothing. It's a private matter. I'd rather it stay that way.
I'm happy to help you if you're helping me. Are you?
I have been.
But I'm just about through.
I guess I'll have to figure this out on my own.
What the hell was that all about?
Nothing.
Why didn't you just leave it here and call 91 1?
This dog was sniffing around it.
- So? - It's a bone.
The arm fell out of the dumpster when the truck picked it up.
Call city services, remand the truck, have some unis search it.
The rest of her might be in that truck. Alive.
- Lowe, did we ID the fingerprints yet? - There's a backlog.
Backlog? I can't find her if I can't ID her. Give me that.
Have your guys do door-knocks. Talk to neighbors.
If they find anything, give me a call.
This is Detective Wagenbach. I told you I needed a rush on those prints.
We don't know if she's dead. She could still be alive...
...and if she is, I'd hate to see your backlog cost her her life.
You told Claudette I was gone for an hour?
- You were gone for an hour. - Jesus.
She's all over me about this Tio connection.
She talked to you. Truth's the safest bet.
- It looks like I'm lying. - You are.
Are you trying to be a wiseass?
- No. I'm just... - Well, just shut the hell up.
- Christ! - Where are we heading?
I got things to do. I gave you guys to Aceveda for the day.
- What? - Apparently, a group of male hustlers...
...is hanging out on the same block as Aceveda's campaign headquarters.
He's setting up a sting operation. I volunteered you.
- You can't be serious. - Your shirt's gay enough for the job.
What do you mean you gave us to Aceveda? What if...?
Great. I've got your assignments. Briefing room. Five minutes.
Is everything okay with Kayla?
When was the last time you saw your roommate?
Last night, around 6.
- She didn't come home all night? - I don't know. I slept at my boyfriend's.
Any idea where she might have gone?
There's two million single men in L.A. Take your pick.
Her car's in the garage but not her keys. Is there someone close?
Somewhere she might have walked to?
Wait a minute.
Is Kayla dead?
We have every reason to believe that she's still alive.
Because I don't wanna be a bitch, but our rent's due next week.
Hey.
- I got great news. - What?
Just be glad you hired me and not the brain-dead idiot your wife did.
Jerk off privately. What do you got?
Corrine's PI, been making nonsecure calls from his cell phone.
I caught one. Found where she's at.
Beauty.
- You got the address? - Yeah, sure.
- Don't run away. - Oh, Jesus.
Just hear me out for two seconds.
Look, this running has to stop.
How much time could you possibly need?
This isn't about me. It's about our kids, about them being safe.
Do you honestly think I'd put my children in danger?
Not intentionally, but the things going on in your life...
Something told me to run.
School's back in session.
Matthew needs to be at Glenridge. He needs his routine.
Cassidy needs to see her friends.
This isn't gonna change things between us.
Well, don't punish them because of me.
I'll move out if I have to, if that's what it takes.
But I need to know that they're at home where they can be safe.
I don't know, okay?
I'll think about it.
How'd your meeting with IAD go last night?
Good. Good.
You ran out of here so quick.
They told me not to discuss it with anyone. But it went fine.
Anything yet?
- Hi. I'm Detective Wagenbach. - Hi.
Just a sec.
- Bob, the police are here. - Police? Okay.
I saw y'all coming in. What's going on?
I'm investigating your neighbor's disappearance.
You hear or see anything suspicious last night?
- Which neighbor? - Kayla LeSeur.
Oh, man. We heard her arguing last night out on the balcony.
Yeah, around midnight. I saw her through the window with a guy.
You recognize him?
Marcy had me come take a look. I've seen him around a few times.
Come down, give a description?
- Sure. Let me just grab my jacket. - Great.
- Over there? - All right.
How's my favorite hillbilly?
- What are you doing here? - I'm here to meet the big guy for lunch.
- You still cracking skulls, man? - Yeah. Hey, how's retirement?
I'm shaving a few strokes off my golf game, you know.
- You, I don't know. - Ronnie Gardocki.
I'm Joe Clarke. Taught your boss everything he knows.
But you didn't teach me everything you know.
That's right. I'm saving some.
We're grabbing a bite. You wanna go?
They're busy.
I missed tee time in Riviera. You better be buying.
Since when do they let hacks like you play at Riviera?
Judge Barker's kid. I did a favor for him once.
You guys still here?
Come on.
- Hey, who was that with Vic? - Joe Clarke. His old partner.
- They kicked him off the force. - Why's that?
Some punk took a swing at his last partner...
...Joe knocked out his teeth in front of a crowd.
Total railroad job.
Don't worry. It's nothing like what you're going through.
It's been a year since you called me. You dragged my ass here.
What's going on?
Can't I buy you lunch?
Vic, come on.
It's...
...been a pretty rough ride lately.
Enough I'm thinking about getting off the train.
You wanna give up your badge?
I'm looking for a sign. Seen any around?
- You don't wanna give it up. - Retirement's been good to you.
A forced retirement. Believe me, I still miss it.
We could hit the links together every day.
What's bothering you now?
When...
When we were riding...
...you ever feel like you went too far?
Yeah. Couple times, maybe.
Probably.
Definitely.
Hell, you can't always land just right.
Going too far will get you fired, not far enough will get you killed.
I never lost any sleep over it, though.
Anyway...
...we always did more good than bad, right?
Right.
That's the key.
- Yeah. - That's him, all right.
- Good. - Anything else we can do?
She was such a nice girl.
She still is.
Roommate ID'd the photo as a Jordan Arnold.
Run the DMV, get me an address now. We're running out of time.
Snitch's Tavern. Your first arrest.
That guy had to be 6'6, easy.
Still...
...that bust was when I knew.
Knew?
Maybe you wouldn't be a complete screw-up, after all.
I wanna show you something.
I can't. I gotta get back to the Barn. I got stuff to check on.
Bullshit. Who's your training officer, all right?
Take the afternoon off. Humor an old man. Take a right.
All right.
Yes?
I've got a problem on this Tio murder.
What's that?
The more I look into it, the more Vic Mackey's name pops up.
Well...
...Tio was Vic's C.I. - He was also a drug dealer.
Vic's name is all over his phone records...
...but Vic told me he hadn't talked to him in months.
He lied.
Well, what do you wanna do about it?
I went through Tio's place, and I found his business ledger...
...detailing payments made to a landlord.
I wanna check them against Vic's cash deposits in his bank accounts.
I need your authorization.
Claudette, Vic's one of us.
I got a dead drug dealer...
...and I got a suspect who's probably skipped town.
The only person who could shed light on it...
...is an uncooperative cop with a bad rep.
You want me to let this case just slip away, son?
IAD on Danny's shooting.
Draw up the authorization form. I'll take a look at it.
Everything looking good for my officer?
Getting all the cooperation that you need?
Pardon?
Because if anybody's giving you any interference, I can help.
- Thanks. - Claudette...
...witness brought in a freshly amputated arm.
I'm thinking sadomasochist, keeping her alive.
- I got a suspect named Jordan Arnold. - Let me help you.
Thanks. I can use a sounding board.
Know who lives there?
Cocksucker who cost me my job.
- Fleetwood. - Yeah.
City paid off the lawsuit, 1.2 mil.
He moved back just a couple months ago.
- Son of a bitch. - Hey.
How'd you like to do some good? Serve up a little karmic justice?
- Joe... - Hey, 20 bucks says...
...we bust him on a felony before nightfall.
They could win a lottery and not keep their noses clean.
Besides, see that little prick?
He got one over on me. You know that ain't right.
- I know it's not right. - Then here we go.
Look here. Bitch that made me rich.
You thought it'd be fun to beat me like a punk nigga now, huh?
- Who's the nigga now? - Hey!
- Step back! - Yeah.
Here. Go get yourself some new gear, on me.
Go back to your party, burn off whatever brain cells you got left.
Come on, bitch, hit me. I could use another couple million.
- Put the camera down. - Come on. Show just started.
- Hey! - Hey, let go of him.
- Back off. - It's all right.
I'll just buy me a new one.
Hey, what's this?
It's a Palm. Keep it. Got 1 0 more on order.
Why don't you crawl on back to your crib.
Hey, you need a beer, keg's always on tap.
Yeah. This ain't right.
What's the verdict?
Well, other than a few hiccups, it's looking good.
What hiccups?
According to Julien's statement, he didn't see the shooting.
What do you mean? He was right there.
He says he was in the woman's apartment.
But I wouldn't worry about it, though.
It's gonna be a good shoot.
- Dutch. - Jordan's alibi checked out.
I ran a check on everyone in Kayla's building.
- Any hits? - Two.
Woman passing bad checks and a Bob Lindhoff.
Bob Lindhoff? I just had him down here.
Nine years ago, an attempted kidnapping charge. Later dropped.
She's coming to again. Get in the car.
Hey!
I tried to call, but there was no answer.
Oh, we went out to grab a bite to eat. What's up?
I've got a suspect at the station I was hoping you could ID.
You mind coming back?
- Is it really necessary? - Yeah. Do you mind?
- No. Not at all. - Great. Follow me.
Fleetwood's been checking in with his parole officer and scrubbing graffiti.
Son of a bitch is totally clean. You?
I ran some of the names here in his Palm Pilot.
He had four two-strikers in his address book.
- You need a new C. I? - Doesn't everyone?
I'm gonna hit the head, and then we can go do some arm twisting, huh?
- Vic, we need to talk. - What's up?
Claudette's got Tio's ledger.
He was supposed to burn that.
Well, apparently, Armadillo burned him first.
Claudette wants to run your financials against Tio's records.
- Fine. Let her. - You sure?
Trust me. She's not gonna find anything.
What's Joe Clarke doing here?
- You know Joe? - I remember his picture in the papers.
He can't be here.
Hey, he's a friend of mine.
And he's also an embarrassment to this department.
So unless he's here to report a crime, I can't allow him in this building.
I don't know. Makes you think.
The guy was a real crackerjack cop.
If he can get booted, none of us are safe.
Come on, the guy's old. Probably lost his edge.
- Nothing will happen. - How are you sure?
Because we're careful. Because Joe got sloppy and stupid.
Stupid, huh?
- Vic, l... - Joe's twice the cop you'll ever be.
You're too sloppy to even know it.
- Here we go again. - I guess so.
I'm getting tired of this bullshit.
I'm getting tired of having to clean up after your bullshit.
When something goes to shit, I'm your whipping boy.
- Find someone else. - Maybe that's exactly what I'll do.
You want my transfer request?
Say the word, it'll be on Aceveda's desk first thing in the morning.
- Fine. Write it up. - Fine!
Asshole.
- What'd you call me? - Hey, hey.
Everything all right?
It's just a little spring-cleaning. Let's ride.
I thought this was about ID'ing somebody.
We're more interested in the kidnapping charge...
...that was filed against you in 1 993.
That was a misunderstanding.
- You were 35 at the time, right? - Correct.
- Your girlfriend was in high school? - She was 1 8.
You took her on vacation for two weeks and never told her parents.
I know. In hindsight, it was just a bad judgment call.
But Amanda was an adult.
You're 1 7 years older than Marcy too.
- You like them young, Bob? - Yeah.
They just feel right.
Did Kayla feel right?
I wouldn't know.
- I know how you feel. - Excuse me?
What did your partner do?
He's not backing me up on the shooting.
Man, if that guy costs me a promotion...
He's not backing you up?
- After all I've covered for him. - You covered for him.
- What did he do? - Nothing.
Hey, it's cool.
- You can tell me. - Well, it doesn't matter.
I gotta get back.
Seeing how you stiffed your partner, you're one big hard-on today.
Excuse me?
You know what an officer-involved shooting means?
- It means that we're all involved. - I told the truth.
Hey, when it comes to your partner's career...
...truth is like grits.
You don't serve it up plain. Put a little salt on it.
You goddamn rookies.
Twenty dollars apiece. I let them both go for 35.
That's like chiffon. And this'll look good with your eyes.
This is silk right here. This'll look real good...
Shop's closed, ladies.
You have gotta have that. She's keeping that for free.
Look, look, I got receipts for all this, man.
Yeah? That's funny. I got a police report for it from Dress For Less.
Dealing stolen merchandise, Taylor.
That's your third strike before you're 25 years old.
That makes you the goddamn rookie of the year.
I got a little baby at home. She need milk and books.
Only thing you got at home is a wide-screen TV you haven't paid for.
Here's your statement. Sign it.
What is this? This is all filled out.
You don't wanna sign? I'll throw you in County right now on that third strike.
And if I sign this bullshit confession?
Play ball with us, play extra innings.
You been selling stolen goods to Fleetwood Walker.
Give us a hand, we'll lose this statement. Forget we ever saw you.
Man.
Oh, my God.
Why would someone do this to her?
Looks like they were trying to fulfill a twisted, sadomasochistic fantasy.
Why would someone fantasize about cutting a woman's arm off?
Some people derive sexual pleasure...
...through inflicting physical, emotional abuse.
That's horrible.
Yes, it is.
How old were you when you met Bob? Is he your first boyfriend?
How did you know?
He made you feel powerful, right?
Did he tell you about the attempted kidnapping charges filed against him?
Yes.
Why?
Bob went to medical school for two years.
So?
So...
So if a woman had her arm cut off, he'd know how to keep her alive.
Oh, God, no.
No, I swear to you, Bob didn't do anything like that.
What did we get back on the river basins in the state parks check?
- Waiting for Regional and County. - Call them back. Don't wait on them.
Bob's cold, manipulative, always been with women he could control.
Marcy accepts this because she knows no better.
She's been force-fed his opinions. She's incapable of having her own.
Sounds like a surface diagnosis to me.
If you'd grown up in my family for 20 years...
...you'd recognize it right away too.
I'm going to go it on my own on this.
Marcy only knows how to take orders from men like Bob.
I can handle this.
Bob is innocent.
I understand.
- You're afraid of him. - I'm not afraid of him.
It's okay. I can protect you if you tell me what he's doing.
- He's not doing anything. - Don't lie to me, Marcy.
- I'm not lying! - Yes, you are!
Bob tells you how to think, how to feel, how to act.
- Without him, you're worthless. - It's not like that.
You won't leave him because you're afraid no one will ever love you.
You'll learn Bob was right about you all along.
- No! - Oh, damn it, Marcy!
- Don't lie to me! - Why are you doing this?
Because there's a girl out there who may still be alive...
...and I won't let you kill her.
Now, goddamn it, tell me right now, where is she?
I don't know!
Really, I don't!
I played the daddy. I broke her.
If she knew Bob was involved, she would've confessed.
Or at least given me a nondenial.
- You think? - I don't know.
Maybe Bob's not a sadomasochistic thrill-killer.
Maybe he's just an asshole.
Problem is he's the only asshole we've got.
- Well, what do you got for me? - What you got for me?
Now, come on. Embrace the relationship.
Fleetwood is fencing again.
He's so goddamn predictable.
What's he moving?
It's just warehouse electronics, man.
CDs, TVs, DVDs, same stuff as before.
Where's he keeping his stash?
Are you gonna hold this third strike over me for the rest of my life?
I could lie to you...
...but I have far too much respect for you as a person.
Yes, I am.
Here is your authorization to check Mackey's financial records.
Thanks. Hope we don't find anything.
I just hope you find the truth.
Hey, Joe. It's Vic.
Can you believe I walked out on them?
When they left, I thought it'd be easier.
I thought they'd miss me more than I'd miss them.
Guess I'm the shithead, huh?
- Is Stacy still on the swim team? - Yeah, I think so. Yeah.
Yeah, she... Damn!
I didn't want you to see me like this, broke with nothing.
What about your pension?
Lawyers from the civil suit ate it up.
- What about what you took on the side? - I guess I didn't take enough!
Always so careful. Never wanted to get caught.
- You can't live like this. - Oh, sure I can.
The people we save from the worst day of their lives...
...never gotta see us when we have to face ours.
Hell, why should they?
We took the job, not them.
- That's not right. - What you gonna do, man?
I'll tell you what we're gonna do.
Fleetwood's got a warehouse full of stolen merch.
I say we nail him. Sell half the stash to my new C. I...
...we get you some new digs. - I can't let you do that, all right?
I'm just trying to do some good...
...you know, and deliver some karmic justice.
Now, are you in or are you out?
Easy. Don't suck on his tailpipe.
One sec. Yeah?
- It's me. - Where are you?
Home.
- What, our home? - Yeah. The keys still work.
- Are the kids with you? - Yeah.
We're all here.
Oh, thank you.
- This doesn't change things. - I know.
When can I see them?
Now?
I gotta finish something first. I'll be right there.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Looks like he's making a deposit. - Yeah. You gotta love good intel.
Stay here and watch my back.
Fully automatic. You know what I get for those?
Drop it! Drop it! Drop it!
Fingers interlaced, palms on the back of your head!
Now, asshole!
Come on, baby, let's move, let's move!
- Vic! - Stay back!
Vic!
- You've been hit. - I'm all right. Get out of here!
- I'm gonna kill him! - Get out of here!
- I'm not ditching you. - You're not.
I can't explain you being here to Aceveda. Now go!
Just call an ambulance. And call my family!
I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.
No, no.
Don't.
Goddamn it.
Jesus Christ, I hate playing this with you.
A 1 0 and a 1 2. This game's sucking.
- You could stop and just give me that. - Shut up. Here.
It's Vic.
Hey, what's up, boss?
Jesus Christ. Are you okay?
What?
- Vic got shot. - What?
Vic got shot.
- Can we leave? - It shouldn't be much longer.
Oh, please, don't walk out on me again.
Just please don't leave me alone.
Look...
...I believe you.
Maybe Bob did this without you knowing.
I was with him all night.
If I thought he did this, I would tell you. I would.
I know you would.
- Who did this to you? - Fleetwood.
That prick that got Joe kicked off the force?
Joe's going after him. You've gotta stop him.
Okay.
You've gotta stop him.
- Come on, guys. Let's go. - We will. Just hang in there.
Just hang in there.
Carlson just called. There's a homeless guy with a bloody machete.
- He's saying he killed somebody. - Where?
- Just south of Bell on Vine. - That's a block from Kayla's apartment.
- Where's Dutch? - Maybe he's checking in on Vic.
- Have you heard anything? - Not yet.
Find Dutch. Tell him to meet me there.
- Excuse me. - I'll kill again.
- We got the guy? - Sir, put the knife down, please.
- I'll kill again. - Drop your weapon!
I killed them all.
J.F.K., R.F.K., M.L. K...
- Carlson, got beanbags? - Locked and loaded.
- Run-DMC... - That's the guy?
He's a nut. I was told he had a bloody machete.
- I called in a kitchen knife. - Oh, for chrissakes.
- I was to call if I found anything. - End this.
Come on.
- Oh, my God! - It's just a beanbag, ma'am.
- Let's get back to Bob and Marcy. - I released them.
- You what? - I thought we had the guy here.
Look, Bob didn't do it. Marcy would've told me.
That's it.
- How is he? - He'll live, but we need him in surgery.
- Not until I see my kids. - Vic, don't be stupid.
They're on their way here. They'll be here any second.
- Vic. - Where are they?
- In the waiting room. - I gotta see them.
- I won't let you. Not like this. - Corrine...
I don't want them to be scared.
They won't be.
Vic?
Daddy.
I missed you so much.
Kiss.
Hey, Matty.
Give Daddy a kiss.
Hey, Vic, I really need you in here now.
- Dad, don't go again. - Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I have to.
Listen, someone was hurt really bad, and I have to stay until he feels better.
But as soon as I can, I'm gonna come and see you again, okay?
I promise. I love you.
Where is he?
- Who? - Fleetwood.
You're packing his suitcase. Now, where is he?
- I forget. - Where's your boyfriend at?
- I don't even hear you. - He just shot my partner.
Hey, where is he? Where is he?
- Are you gonna hit me? - I don't see any witnesses here.
I'll let my bruises do the talking.
Don't make me do something that we both don't want me to do.
- Yeah? Go ahead. - Just tell me where he is!
Please, just tell me where he is.
Go ahead and whack me, you cracker prick.
I'll make my own million.
Is that what you want? That what you really want?
Come on, let's go. Let's go, let's go.
- Come here. - Open up.
Don't! Let go of me!
- Leave me alone! - Hey, open up!
- What's going on in there? - Shane, come on!
You and me, we're about to get well acquainted...
...if you don't start remembering. - Don't touch me!
- Where is he? - Leave me alone.
- Where is he? - Open up!
- Let go of me! - Shane, open up!
You wanna tell me? You wanna tell me?
- Damn it, open the door! - Just let me... Get off of me.
Or maybe I should just let my dick do the talking. How about that, huh?
- Open the goddamn door! - Shane, come on!
Now where is he? Where is he?
He told me to meet him at the stash house.
- Where? - Open up! Come on!
Near the bridge.
You have no idea what you just missed, darling.
Asshole!
Couldn't split town before you picked up the merchandise?
You were always such an idiot, Fleetwood.
Weren't you?
- You can't arrest me. - I'm not here to arrest you, asshole.
- Drop it! Stop! There on the ground! - You heard him, asshole!
Now! Turn around!
Turn around!
Your girlfriend gave you up, man.
She couldn't resist my charms.
- You found something? - Yeah. Over here.
While I was checking the bathroom, this tile fell off.
It looks directly into Kayla's bathroom.
Oh, God.
Oh, God. We gotta get an APB out on their car.
Jesus.
Are you okay?
Better than you.
Looks like I taught you my last lesson, huh?
Don't end up like me.
I shouldn't have dragged you into this.
Going after that guy was the right thing to do.
- No. That got you shot. - There was a bullet with my name on it.
And guess what?
I'm still here.
So are you.
Hey.
You really ought to get in there and see him.
Yeah. Me and Vic aren't really talking right now.
He'd want to see you.
Yeah.
- Hey, what the hell is going on? - We found the peephole, Bob.
- What? This is ridiculous. - Step away!
It's clean.
Pop it.
She's dead.
She didn't like the way I looked at Kayla.
And the arm was her idea.
She was in the trunk? The whole time?
Marcy, why didn't you tell me?
Marcy.
I'm sorry, Daddy.
Oh, Shane.
Hey.
When we retire...
...we're gonna play golf together every day.
I never played golf.
I'll teach you.
I'd really like that.