The Shield

Previously on The Shield:

I'm not gay.

-Julien, come on. -I hate this thing inside of me.

You can't go through life hating who you are.

I pushed away everyone.

What about your alleged rape of a twenty-one year old white girl?

There's not a story here.

I'll take that as a "no comment".

I wanna thank everybody for coming out to my album release party.

Hey, Kern! Do that duet with Tyesha.

Rondell in the house.

Me and Kern, we been hanging since we was kids. We're still tight.

Don't you mean Kern financed your entry into the drug business?

Yeah. No comment.

-I'm gonna get my money, bitch. -Over my dead body.

-Damn, that sound like a good idea. -Shut up!

This war ends here.

I'm never for sale.

You two can't make peace, I'll see one of you in the morning.

T-Bonz!

Nobody else coming out of there. Told you he was a bitch.

I'm your landlord, Rondell.

I let you use space that I own.

Now, you can't follow by my rules, then I'll find someone who can.

-How can I come up with the money? -It's easy, Rondell. Sell drugs.

-Stop snorting your profit. -Man, don't be like that.

Hey, you gotta hook me up, Kern.

Man, you got Paula so high trying to get laid, she couldn't even sing.

I'll make it back up to you, Kern. I always do.

Listen, don't make me beg, brother. Just hook me up with the 50 grand.

Since when am I a goddamn ATM?

Shit!

Shit! Rondell, you all right?

-Where's this 50 grand? -Rondell should be here.

We don't ever touch the cash or the shipments.

-I'm not waiting around here all day. -He'll be here.

-Thought you knew how to do this. -We do.

Then what's with the goddamn amateur hour?

Know how many people want a crate through customs?

Let's set a new meet for tomorrow. I'll drag Rondell here myself.

-We'll get this all squared away. -Tomorrow?

I won't sit on that package. It goes to the highest bidder.

If something comes into this neighbourhood, it goes through me.

Guys come up with 50 grand, you call me.

I'm gonna kill Rondell.

See, this is why I didn't show. Bastards tried to kill me!

-Wait till I find who shot my ride. -Good you got armour.

-Who else did you call? -Just you. I had some product on me.

What about the 50 grand to give to Jasper?

-I'm a little short on the 50 G's. -Short? You don't have the money?

These guys were breaking in my business!

-Who? -Them bean-selling, bow tie-wearing...

...skinny-suited, Nation of Islam terrorists.

-Same guys who shot at me! -What?

Yeah, they been rousting my dealers, scaring away traffic.

So yesterday, when three of them rolled up...

...start preaching and babbling all sorts of biblical nonsense...

...I swung on the main cat!

-He didn't even see it coming. -So the Muslims shoot at you?

I figure they come for payback.

Why you been hanging around me all day, then?

I didn't think they was gonna touch you. And I don't got no armoured car.

-What? -Stay here till I get back.

I'm gonna go talk to them. Which way to Mecca?

That's the one.

Police. Are you all right in there?

Entering the premises. Step away from the door.

One Tango 13, requesting an R.A. And additional units.

We have a possible homicide and assault.

Roger that, One Tango 13. R.A. And backup.

She's gone.

Clear.

They nailed his feet to the floor.

What do you want me to do?

Pull the nail out of the floor...

...without pulling it through his foot. I'll get some towels.

Prop his feet up.

Gun!

Julien!

-God. -Jesus.

Are you okay?

-Yeah, sister, read it. -No, no, no.

-Excuse me, brother. -How about you, brother?

Yeah, yeah. Right here.

-How about you, sister? -Come on, sister.

As-salaam alaikum, my brother. May I interest you in one of our magazines?

You wandered into the wrong prayer group, frosty.

We're looking for Xavier Salaam.

-Xavier Salaam. -I'm Xavier Salaam.

Formerly Xavier Chris. Spent six years in Chino for manslaughter?

-That's right. -I'm Detective Vic Mackey.

-We'd like a few words with you. -I'm happy to cooperate.

I hear you had a little run-in with Rondell Robinson the other day.

You wanna tell me about that?

I was trying to distribute my magazines on the same corner...

...that Mr. Robinson's men were attempting to distribute his drugs.

We fought briefly, it concluded.

-You two kissed and made up? -There will be no retaliation.

I thought you guys were an eye for an eye, whacking off hands.

Those are the Jews and fundamentalist Muslims.

Nation of Islam is an African-American way of life.

So you didn't shoot up Kern Little's car, trying to get to Rondell?

The Nation does not murder.

You committed murder.

That was a long time ago. And it was manslaughter.

-Why this neighbourhood? -Because it needs cleansing.

What if I said that's my job?

I'd say you were doing it poorly.

-You can do better? -Yes.

-You okay? -Yeah, I guess.

Get some rest, son.

Don't bother with that one.

Thanks.

You want someone to take you home?

-No. I'm okay. -Okay.

Murder, torture, suicide. Where to start?

Home invasion. Looks like they were after the life savings.

Family bank. Brought their distrust of institutions...

...with them from North Korea.

-Forced entry? -No, that was us.

Neighbours said they heard a conversation for five, 10 minutes...

...then arguing, then loud music.

-They recognise any of the voices? -No, said they sounded young.

What a mess.

We just spoke to Xavier. I don't get the feeling he's behind this.

-I'm telling you, they did it. -If not them, then who?

Who else wants you out of the way?

All kinds of rival dealers are popping up, taking away my business.

I've had shipments stolen. And now these Muslims messing things up.

What am I paying you for?

Another dealer comes in, I'm happy to clean up.

But there's no way I'm strong-arming a law-abiding citizen.

-Find a way to work around it. -So do something about these dealers.

I will. I'd be trying to come up with the 50 grand...

...and hoping Jasper agrees to another meeting.

I can't come up with the cash till I got the drugs.

Well, he's not coming up with the drugs until he's got the cash...

...which screws both of us. So think of something!

Let's sweep up some of these dealers.

Twist their arms till they tell you who's running them.

Be a pleasure.

Right there, right here. He's going, he's going.

Come here!

Where you going? Come here.

Hold on, right there. Where you going?

Where you going?

-You're Rondell's friend. -His right-hand man.

I am.

One of your dealers broke him and took away his Pop-Tarts.

Selling Rondell's dope while he's out chasing a bunch of bow ties.

-That's a pretty ballsy move. -You give me too much credit.

I guess we should just apologise, let you go, then?

-No. We gotta settle this. -Settle what?

You say you didn't shoot up Kern's car. We think you did.

-That's what we're gonna tell Kern. -Not a good enemy to have.

Things gotta change.

The Nation is bad for business and Rondell wasn't hearing it.

So you figured he'd hear about 50 slugs in the side of Kern's car?

I just know it's gonna take a smarter man than what we got now.

And you're dumb enough to think that smarter man is you?

Things are about to get crazy and dangerous out there.

Well, lucky for you, you'll be sitting safe and snug in a cage in here.

-You're expecting some kind of reward? -We solved 23 murders with one bust.

What do we get? No bonus, no time off, no commendation. What is that?

You broke one serial killer case. Get off your high horse.

You think they noticed us?

Police. We're looking for Rhee-Soo.

-Rhee-Soo? -Are you Rhee-Soo?

Is there a place where we could talk?

It's about your father, Young-Ho.

Young-Ho?

-Can anyone help us? -Does anyone here speak English?

You'd better come with us.

No one here speaks English?

-I know it was rough. -Yeah.

Don't spend too much time asking why.

Vic says if it was Dragon 10 or Flaming...

...Fists they would've tagged the walls.

So our killers are merely working freelance? What a relief.

No telling how much they got.

Our victims had a checking account, but no savings.

They'd deposit $1000 every two weeks to write checks against.

Father owned a butcher shop for years.

Probably squirreled away a small fortune.

We should put out the word for any kids blowing cash.

What?

I should've thought of that. Good idea.

You would have, given time.

Dae, you're here. Could you do us a favour?

-What? -We need to talk to this woman.

She doesn't speak English. Can you translate for us?

-I don't speak Korean. -Really?

I was born in Torrance.

Dae speaks less Korean than you do.

Better call Division for a translator.

Already done. You feeling all right?

Yeah. Sure.

Then pick up the pace. You're doing a 12-minute mile.

-Hello, Maureen. -David Segovia Aceveda.

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