The Shield

Read the prepared statement and then ask for questions.

And expect Hanratty to ask about the Wilkey Gardens bust.

Reflect, but don't deny.

Right. You got your notes?

Don't need 'em.

Thanks for making the trip.

And now here's Captain David Aceveda.

Thank you, Wanda.

The Farmington district of Los Angeles...

...which I've been commanding for the last four months...

...has traditionally been one of the most dangerous,...

...crime-ridden areas of the city.

Some reporters have gone so far as to label Farmington a war zone.

Yeah, it's over at the corner!

I'm proud to announce that murders, rapes, armed robberies...

...and many other violent crimes have decreased dramatically here...

...in the last six months.

Under my direction, law enforcement officers...

...now participate in neighborhood outreach programs.

Already, the effect is being felt by local families.

Mothers feel safer as they shop for groceries.

Too late, G-man.

With the continued support of...

...community leaders and ordinary citizens...

...we can make the Farmington district a safer home or all of us.

Mother...

That's for running, asshole.

Get up.

What the hell, man?

Look at that, Booty.

Looks like you got some kind of third nad going down there.

Let me get that for ya. No, wait!

Shit!

I got an evidence bag somewhere.

No, that's okay. I got it. All right.

Come on.

Buenos dias.

Any questions?

Christ!

You do not see a pair like that every day.

It's called rigor.

Rigor or no rigor, that's a serious rack.

You wanna give 'em a squeeze?

How much time we got before the M.E. shows up?

Victim's sister is outside. Wants to know what happened.

Dutch is in charge of all potential criers.

Thanks.

Are you the first one here?

Yeah. Me and Julien got the call.

Last few weeks, dead bodies seem to follow you around.

Yeah, I'm a real fun-time gal.

Any notions on this one?

Nature of the wounds, we're looking at...

...an inexperienced under-achiever type.

Covered genitals, feels shame for what he did.

Family member, boyfriend. This one will break easy.

Don't! Let me go! Goddamn it! Get outta my way!

Miss, I need you to calm down.

-Who are you? -Detective Wagenbach.

Is she dead?

There's a young woman inside. We haven't identified her yet.

This is my sister's place.

Like I said, we don't know who she is yet.

Long blonde hair, pretty.

That sounds like her. I'm sorry.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

Where's Jenny?

Jenny?

Nancy's little girl. Where is she?

Come with me.

Guess what's missing?

-Shit, son. -I know.

It just got interesting.

Hey, Sarge.

Thanks.

I gotta hit the head. I'll see you in the clubhouse.

-Hey, doll. -Just in time.

I've got some reporters here. You feel like talking?

Nah.

You sure? Gilroy and the chief will push this story hard.

Your team deserves a lot of credit.

-Let the poster boy do his thing. -Talk to you.

Peterson, the john's still not working?

Plumber must have gotten lost.

If this city wants to thank us...

...for a job well done, how's about making sure...

...we don't all have to all cram into the same goddamn stall?

Vic, can I see you?

-Give me a sec. -I need you now.

I'm taking a piss.

Provided a spot in the ladies' room opens up.

I got my fingers crossed.

Now.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Great. Have fun in here, bro.

You remember Miguel Esteana.

Sure.

Miguel's a piece-of-shit drug dealer with the 25th Street Coronas.

This is the kind of attitude you foster under your command?

-Mr. Esteana's attorney, Jos?Garcia... -I know Jos?

He represents a bunch of piece-of-shit drug dealers.

What I do is ensure my clients' rights aren't violated...

...by thugs like you.

Mr. Esteana claims you used excessive force during his arrest.

Really?

Is that what you claim, Miguel?

Yeah, that's some hickey. Boyfriend give you that?

No, you did it with some pliers.

I don't recall any pliers.

I remember the eight dime bags of pure H we nabbed you with.

The search, we'll be contesting with Judge McAllister.

I'm sorry. I'm drawing a blank on this whole pliers thing.

Feel free to ask my guys, but I doubt they remember it that way either.

-You're a disgrace. -That's funny.

I don't recall signing up for ethics class...

...from a scumbag drug lawyer.

Is that all or can I go take that piss?

-So Miguel is lying? -Anything to stay out of jail.

Fourth complaint since I came here.

Lucky for me you don't believe 'em.

Keep smiling for the cameras.

See what you can do about getting the men's john fixed.

I stopped listening to you five minutes ago.

I'm just saying our un-sub's disorganized...

...probably a record and no violent history.

-"Un-sub"? -Unidentified subject.

You mean the killer.

Yeah.

Then just say that! Christ!

You think Danny would go out with me?

Danny?

A study says over 40 percent of female police meet their spouses on the job.

You wanna date again, fine.

But why chase after a uni-cop in our own station?

That's just lazy, son.

Get her out of uniform, I'll bet she's a knockout.

Sign up for dance classes. Take out an ad. Join a book club.

For God's sake, show some imagination. No wonder your wife left you.

Lucy had intimacy issues unrelated to me.

Right, unrelated to you.

-Buzzer, Sarge! -Yeah!

You're such an expert, how come both your husbands left you?

It sure as hell wasn't for a lack of imagination.

You got a missing kid?

Jenny Reeborg, 8 years old. We found her mother stabbed to death.

-Any leads? -We're following some things up.

What have you got so far?

Her father's a crackhead.

Personal nature of the crime,...

...his daughter missing, he's gonna be our guy.

Also, a neighbor saw Ponyboy Harris banging...

...on the dead lady's door yesterday.

Who's Ponyboy Harris?

He's a local fence. Bit of a fancy.

Collared him three or four times personally.

You guys need anything run down, just ask.

I wanna help.

Thanks, Captain.

Since when does he get his hands dirty?

Can't blame a guy for trying.

-Danny, hey! -Hey.

How's the coffee?

Usual police issue?

-Pretty much. -There's a shock.

Listen, I don't...

I don't know what your plans are...

Lookie here, Shane, it's the ladykiller!

Dutch boy, what's this I hear...

...about some dead girl's sister blowing you at the crime scene?

Dutch man! Going to town!

-You guys are sick. -Us?

You're the one getting your pipe smoked...

...by a grieving relative right by the body.

She was upset. I was comforting her.

You don't have to tell me about the different stages of grief.

There's denial, anger, sucking you off.

If you can think of anything else,...

...you just call 911 and ask for Det. Blow Me.

-Excuse me. -"Detective Blow Me."

Dutch, what? Come on, don't be so sensitive.

That was real classy.

Come on. Dutch thinks he's a notch above the rest of us.

-I'm bringing him back down to earth. -That's big of you.

I gotta go run an errand, but I was thinking...

...you and I should get a drink tonight.

Is your wife coming?

-Damn, she can't make it. -Damn, neither can I.

Since when did you get morals?

Always had them. Sometimes I just lose track.

Really?

How's about you lose track of them tonight?

Yeah, I don't think so.

You want me to back off?

All you gotta do is tell me it wasn't great.

You ready?

Yeah.

-Back to the barn. -Who was that?

Guy I know.

I went through the books.