The Shield, Season Four

Vic:
Antwon Mitchell.

Antwon:
Do I know you?

Vic:
I know your mugshot.

Monica:
I worked with Rich Nelson.

Antwon:
How's he doin'?

Monica:
Passed, three years ago. Cancer.

Antwon:
Damn, cancer's rough. But he was always talkin' about how he was gonna piss on my grave. Guess I gotta go grab a forty and pay my respects.

Vic:
I didn't get the Street Crime Detail I put in for.

Aceveda:
Well, I didn't know you were lookin' to transfer.

Vic:
Well, why did you write a four-page letter sabotaging it? I just got off the phone with someone who owes me a favor over there. You goddamn buried me with the selection committee.

Aceveda:
I apprised them of your qualifications.

Vic:
You stabbed me in the back! You didn't want me to find out about it until you ran out of here, right?

Aceveda:
I wouldn't pass you along to become someone else's problem.

Vic:
Who's been running your precious little garage sting?

Aceveda:
Oh, you mean that load of crap you sold me for a goddamn, nine minor busts? Yeah, I saw you tap dance on that one for a few weeks. So while you were out on the street strutting your stuff, I made Ryan run through every bust you had working. And it didn't take long.

Vic:
So what is this? Payback?

Aceveda:
Consider it the bill coming due. You ran the Strike Team into the ground. To get you under control I popped you in front of video tapes for six months, and you even managed to botch that. You're a joke! [Vic tries to take a swing but is blocked off by other officers] You really thought after everything I wouldn't get the last word?

Billings:
Bathroom. Family of four drown one by one.

Rawling:
Damn.

Vic:
Welcome back to Farmington.

Vic:
Sir, I'm telling you... the kid had no choice. The dog was reaching. It was kill or be killed.

Rawling:
Oh come on, Roy. The dog had a piece, he was gonna use it.

Aceveda:
Is that the kid you choked out with a bottle of mustard?

Vic:
Who ratted, the condiment weasel?

Vic:
That kid's a novice. He was swallowing open jums of crack. I induced vomiting. Saved his goddamn life. We're still allowed to save lives right?

Aceveda:
I want a complete report.

Vic:
Sure, I'll have one for you day after tomorrow.... Oh that's right, you'll be gone. I'll mail one to ya!

Examiner':
Federalies found him with a bunch of fake Mexican ID's and an expired California driver's license. [lifts sheet] Benjamin Wescotton Gilroy?

Vic:
Shit!

Examiner:
That a positive ID?

Vic:
How did he die?

Examiner:
Take your pick. Sclerosis, malnutrition, official cause was suffocation. Aspirated on his own vomit. Christ, this guy was the Assistant Police Chief? What happened?

Vic:
Take your pick.

Rawling:
[addressing a group of officers] Starting today, all drug and gang related homicides will go through Vic Mackey. I've posted a list of ten detectives and twenty uni's who will work directly under Vic. You'll be leading a task force designed to learn everything we can about the roughly fifty gangs who operate on our turf. Their membership, their businesses, chains of command. Federal asset forfeiture laws will now be enforced in Farmington. A drug dealer uses a car to distribute drugs, we're gonna seize that vehicle. A gang sells crack out of their back room, we're gonna take that home.

[Vic and his team bust into Choppa's room]

Vic:
Assume the position, ladies. Hands on your head right now! Hands on your head!

Choppa'' :
[puts hands on his head] Since when niggas kicking it a crime? Oh yeah, that's right - since around forever.

Vic:
Ah, chilling's cool. Those teeth are a felony, though. [slaps Choppa's cheek]

[A gun is found]

Vic:
You plottin' retribution? Huh?

Choppa:
No, man. We got a circle jerk jumpin' off. Why don't you grab some vaseline and join in?

Rawling:
Explain to me why taking this house was the right thing to do yesterday, and the wrong thing today.

Vic:
Yesterday we had to stop the shootings.

Rawling:
This house was bought with drug money. The mother knew it.

Vic:
You said it would be a P.R. nightmare.

Rawling:
Either it works or it doesn't. To make exceptions, to put a prettier face on it....sounds more like Aceveda than me. [Rawling walks out of the home and signs paperwork] Take it.

Rawling:
You've cost this city tens of thousands of dollars in clean-up.

Raga:
Send me a bill.

Rawling:
We will. But you tell me who's planning this war with Poolboys, who's giving you these messages, I can make things better. [To Danny] Bring her something to eat while she thinks it over.

Raga:
Burger and fries.

Danny:
Settle a bet first. What's Raga stand for?

Raga:
Righteous Angel, Gorgeous Ass.

Rawling:
I don't admire the artwork, but I gotta admire the confidence.

Dutch:
So, you're going under with Slick, right?

Claudette:
Do me a favor, get somebody else.

Dutch:
It's our case...

Claudette:
Well, I'd rather not.

Dutch:
Well, that's great. That's fantastic. [Claudette starts to walk away] Hey! Hey, don't you walk away from me! Not after I've had your back everyday, for the past six months. [Dutch walks over to her] Look. This is our way to get back into the rotation, okay? They'll never buy me in this one, it has to be you.

Suvato:
We'll check it out.

Vic:
Good, look for flowers, he poses as a delivery guy to get into the house.

Suvato:
Right homes.

Vic:
Someone sees him I want a call.

Suvato:
Hey! aren't you gonna swear us in?

Vic:
Blessed is he who delivers this asshole onto me.

Shane:
[After beating up Halpern] You know what, tell Antwon there's a new scoop law. [Pointing to Halpern] Come pick up his dog shit.

Dutch:
I'm busy. And stop treating me like a suspect.

Claudette:
You had a chat with Beth Encardi? If we carried the Webster case, maybe they'd let us out of the doghouse? Something along those lines.

Dutch:
Fine. I confess. At least now we're getting confessions from other people too. Real criminals, killers.

Claudette:
What are the errands that you have us running for the DA?

Dutch:
Nothing. One of us needed to manifest this.

Claudette:
You went behind my back?

Dutch:
After being ignored head on for six months, you bet I did!

Claudette:
But, it wasn't your deal to make.

Dutch:
You're the best partner I ever had, I hung in with you, waiting for you to see this through, instead you just dug yourself in further. I wasn't going to sit on my hands, and watch you wreck your career and mine along with it. I got dinged pretty good in this too you know-

Claudette:
But this was my fight.

Dutch:
And you lost. So I threw in the towel with the DA and I'd do it again. And if you wanna be pissed at me, fine. Go ahead!

Vic:
[To Aceveda] Hey, press conference hasn't started yet. You still got time to figure out how to take credit for all this!

Rawling:
Councilman. Getting me up there under the pretext of soliciting public support and then undermining me. Huh. Thanks for the crash-course in sandbagging.

Aceveda:
I came willing to be convinced, I wasn't.

Rawling:
Congratulations. You pushed half that crowd into Antwon Mitchell's hands.

Aceveda':
Oh that's a slippery slope. Using the boogey-man to run roughshot over people's rights.

Rawling:
Don't you have enough to do on city council? Or is this some power-trip of doing my job as well?

Aceveda':
Actually, my job duties now include Vice-Chairing the Police Committee. Helping oversee how these seizures are implemented.

Rawling:
Well... I guess we need to figure out how to get along now.

Aceveda':
Learn to do what I say and we'll be just fine.

Antwon:
[to Shane, after shooting Angie with Shane's and Army's guns] Her body shows up, with bullets in it from your two gats? And your card in her burnt pocket? ...One time, DOIN' time, for a long, LONG time. ...From now on, when I say suck my dick, you ask 'you want me to lick your balls too daddy?'

Rawling:
If you can't withstand scrutiny about anything--I need you to step aside.

Vic:
I don't step aside. I step up.

Vic:
Dutchboy. Hero of the hour.

Dutch:
Your daughter was sick, she wanted her mother.

Vic:
You can't take a joke, so you make me look like a prick in front of my ex?

Dutch:
I'm sure your ex doesn't need any help from me seeing what kind of a prick you are.

Dutch:
You know, I thought I hated being on the DA's shit-list, but this is actually worse. I...I can't believe you're still freezing me out.

Claudette:
I can't believe you sold me out.

Rawling:
We do the bust for you, get the heroin off the street. You get closer to Antwon Mitchell, and your agent's cover isn't busted.

DEA Captain:
You're making a lot of assumptions.

Rawling:
The DEA's set up on a One-Niner bar, One-Niners are front and center on the tar trade. I'm a local, not a moron.

[Vic is fanning out his car as it overheats]

Vic:
Big chief. Vic needum new driving machine, so he can catchum bad guy.

Danny:
Knew you had some Spanish. Didn't know you knew smoke signals.

Dutch:
[referring to Rawling] What's she doing?

Claudette:
Standing on her soapbox.

Dutch:
She, uh, have her own or did you let her borrow yours?

Rawling:
Don't make this personal.

'Vic :
Ahh, the only difference between you and Aceveda, is you fooled me into thinking you actually had a goddamn backbone!

Rawling:
You were the red-headed step-child when I arrived here. I put my ass on the line to give you a second chance when nobody else would. I gave you power, I gave you respect. So keep your mouth shut before you lose both! I know this is hard, but I need you to look at the bigger picture.

Rawling:
I also looked into the crime stats. The numbers are up because you manipulated yours to make things look better. I'm getting punished because I reported mine accurately.

Aceveda:
Sounds to me like now's a good time to start formulating an exit strategy for the seizure policy.

Rawling:
The only person who can take me off this is the Chief and not without one hell of a fight from me.

Aceveda':
Well then, I'd start training. I just spoke to him. He's still blue in the face from having to explain to the ACLU lawyers why you put a cop like Vic, in charge of such a controversial program.

Rawling:
That's what all this is about, Mackey?

Aceveda':
Starting tonight, Vic is the face of that church invasion. Pulling him off the street might buy you some slack.

Rawling:
He's working. I stand by my choice.

Aceveda':
You just won't take help, will you?

Rawling:
Help from you? Sure. Orders? No.

Aceveda':
If Mackey's off the table, I'm going to have to set my sights on the policy in general.

Shane:
Hey, thanks for coming. Look, ah...I'm in some serious shit. [Vic points his gun at him] Hey, hey, what the hell you doing? What the hell's the matter with you?!

Vic:
Bugged your car. It's you or me...right? I guess it's you.

Shane:
No, no, no no, I, I'm I'm explaining, Vic, pl-please, listen to me. Goddamnit, listen to me. Look, Antwon killed Angie right in front of me and Army. He did it with our guns it...it's what I came to talk to you about.

Vic:
Thought you had nothing to do with Antwon.

Shane:
It's nothing that we haven't done before. Look, he's squeezing us. He says the body will turn up if, if, if I don't... But, I would never do that. Never! You know that! Look, I was just bluffing him to buy time. We took a run at Halpern, he showed us where Angie's body was, but we can't get to it just the two of us. Army's gun went off... Look, Halpern's still alive. But once Antwon finds out, I'm dead. I got Mara and Jackson out of town, but I'm....look I'm in trouble man. I don't know how it got this deep.

Vic:
[Vic puts down his gun] You got one shot. [Motions to Shane's gun] TAKE IT.

Shane:
No. No. I would never choose him over you. We let that Money train bullshit get in the way, but... come-on you're my friend. [Vic points the gun back at Shane] Look, I need you. Will you help me? [Vic slowly puts his gun down]

Shane:
[to Halpern] You tell Antwon, I'm done with his shit! All of it! He tries to come after us, my family, or Vic...I'll walk up to him and I'll put a bullet in his head. You got that? YOU GOT THAT?!

[Vic breaks Antwon's door open with a crowbar]

Vic:
Police! Antwon, get your ass out here!

Antwon:
[walks out, and sees the damage] You better have a warrant.

Vic:
Warrant? I just saw your door busted wide open, wanted to make sure you're okay. (Sarcastically) You okay? The One-Niners started a campaign against police informants.

Antwon:
I'm done with this.

Vic:
You think you can just go after anyone. You think you're indestructible?

Antwon:
I don't know what you're spinning.

Vic:
[throws crowbar down] If you've given the word, that some informant or some citizen or some cop gets hurt...you're gonna be spitting teeth!

Antwon:
I'm going back to bed.

Vic:
Make sure you get that door fixed. Anyone could just walk right in.

Roger:
May I see a badge number? [Dutch shows him his, he fake writes it down on the table without a pencil.]

Claudette:
Did you see the officers come out of the building?

Roger:
I'm going to need one of those, [Pointing to the badge] before I can be debriefed in the category.

Claudette:
Civilians don't have badges.

Roger:
When I get my badge, all things will be made known. Peace officer to peace officer.

Rawling:
[about two missing officers] Anything?

Danny:
Canvassed the whole area, there's nothing.

Rawling:
Ohh shit.

Julien:
Went knocking, half the people weren't answering their door, the other half were sleeping.

Rawling:
Let me use your radio. [Danny hands her the radio] Staff, Nine-Tango, I'm Code 6 on Alexandria Circle. Be advised, we have two officers unaccounted for, requesting Attack Alert. All watches will be held over.

Operator:
Copy that.

Julien:
We should notify the families.

Rawling:
[to Antwon] You wanna talk about indiscretions? Secrets from the dark? How about when you were a kid? Thirteen, fourteen, fat, not very popular. Burying your head under the covers to drown out the screams of your sister; your six year old baby sister who your Daddy raped, night after night and you do anything to stop could you? Too much of a coward to stand up to your old man; but not your Mama. She emptied two loads of buckshot into his gut. So. Daddy's dead, little sister's in the psych ward and your Mama,..is doing life in Chino all because you were too much of a coward to come out from under the covers. But, oh boy, are you making up for it now. Oh yeah, you're street tough, you're a gangster, full of cop-killing rage. But you're still too much of a coward to even save your own son. [Antwon makes an audible sign of distress] Cuff him.

Shane:
Here you got it all, don't ya'? You got money. You got power. RESPECT!

Antwon:
The hillbilly's been listenin' to my speeches.

Shane:
It's too bad about your son, though. Tell you what, if my boy turned out to be a fag, I don't know what I would do. [Pauses] They say you're born that way. You doin' his mother out the ass when you knocked her up?

Antwon:
One time, doin' time, for a long time.

Shane:
That poor little kid. He's gonna be found face down, in the shower, with a back full of shiv and an ass full of cum. Word hits the street, what's that gonna make you look like, huh? I mean, your people don't cop with the homo vibe.

Antwon:
My people... ain't your worry.

Shane:
Yeah? But you know with all that money, all that power, at the end of the day, you're still just a n*gger! With a faggot n*gger son! And where's the respect in that?! HUH? Where's the respect in that?!

Antwon:
[Sits down and puts the cuffs back on.] Now... what were you sayin' about my n*gger faggot son?

[Shane is taking a practice lie-detector test to train him for the real one]

Man:
Have you ever been unfaithful to your wife?

Shane:
No.

[Needle jumps wildly, indicating a lie. Vic looks him in the eyes]

Shane:
Eatin' ain't cheatin'.

Vic:
[to Halpern] White smoke comin' out of Antwon's cell, man. Means he's anointing [someone] as his new pope of dope.

Vic:
[to Aceveda] You're not a cop. You never were.

Aceveda [to Antwon Mitchell]:
Convince Juan to miss his court date.

Vic:
[about Juan] Someone in county went Mr. Universe on his skull.

Vic:
[to suspect] Nice job Windtalker. If the Germans had you in World War II we could've stopped that thing before it started.