The Shield, Season Seven

Dutch:
You were, uh, tried and acquitted for the crime.

Emilio:
And you can't arrest me now 'cause I'm protected by final jeopardy.

Billings:
I'll be back, all right--putting in my required hours, mandatory paper work. But as far as effort goes, I don't know what's between zero and the city mandate minimum, but from now on, let's call that the Billings.

Claudette:
Can't we just call it business as usual?

Shane:
Are you okay?

Mara:
What was that?

Shane:
[hears Jackson crying] Hold on. Hey, buddy, everything's fine. Look, I'm sorry.

Mara:
A wash cloth in my mouth?

Shane:
Vic would never do anything to hurt us.

Mara:
He tied me up, and beat the shit out of you. Oh, what is that, the good-neighbor policy?

Billings:
Oh, here it is.

Dutch:
[reads Billings's note] "Lorena Francisco. All right, great rack?" Well, this sounds like your notes.

Billings:
She said she was with Hector the night of the murder, and I do recall she had great tits.

Danny:
Hey, Dutch. Do you have a minute?

Dutch:
Um, let me go first. What happened last night--we were both vulnerable, and a little lonely. One time thing between good friends. No reason for us to get all uncomfortable.

Danny:
There's a guy here, says he killed his wife.

Dutch:
Oh, uh, okay. Well, I better--I better get on that. Wouldn't want him to kill anybody else's wife.

Asst. Chief Phillips:
We've already notified Homeland Security. They'll be taking over from here.

Vic:
So while the men from U.N.C.L.E. are cruising down Alvarado looking for Osama, I'll be sweatin' some good, old-fashioned, trash-talking American dipshit!

Vic:
The Feds are gonna be here in a minute. Once they get here, I can't help you.

Jamal:
Oh, white people get shot, and it's a federal case now?

Vic:
Oh, we're way past black and white. Your boys used the Al-Qaeda card, which means you got a rainbow coalition of law enforcement shitting multicultural bricks.

Dutch:
Brass have to be pleased to get these killer kids off the street.

Claudette:
No, no, they're too busy trying to plot how to hang me out to dry for being a racist. Deflect attention from their Al-Qaeda thing not panning out.

Dutch:
So, uh, you're a racist now? How's that working out for you?

Dutch:
Young woman got her head bashed in. You're not disturbed by the apathy?

Billings:
Why don't you take a look around you? We've been standing in the hot sun for how long now, and we are right where we started. So if you got some magic beans in your Detective bag of tricks that'll make these people give a shit, why don't you start planting them?

Claudette:
Gang crime's up 14% citywide this year.

Vic:
While Farmington's numbers are down. I guess I can't be everywhere.

Billings:
[to Dutch] One thing I've learned from that sack of conspiracy theories you call a head, the Wagenbach freak meter points to red--you listen.

Vic:
I would have loved to dealt the blow myself. Asshole never did pay me back for the favor he owes me.

Ronnie:
He would have known your voice in a second.

Vic:
Now he's gonna know my foot up his ass.

Dutch:
He stood there and watched somebody die like it was nothing. There's speculation Bundy's first murders were committed in his early teens. They gain reinforcement the more crimes they get away with. Gain power, their methods improve.

Billings:
Wait a minute. I buy the setup theory. But you're saying this kid's a serial killer?

Dutch:
They all pop their cherry somewhere.

Vic:
[to Claudette] I am not walking into the belly of the Armenian beast with one of your day laborers as my date.

Dutch:
A profile--male, highly intelligent, unstable family, piss-poor student, abandoned by his father.

Billings:
The Mom's got a big old Dutch-boy crush. Obviously a couple of genetic screws loose.

Vic:
That's why we're gonna make it look like a robbery by a rival gang. Choreograph it so the girl escapes.

Julian:
No disrespect, but the only set you guys can claim is "Aryan Nation".

Shane:
God damn. Smells like dog's ass in here. You boys get to swipe on some deodorant?

Rezian:
'Til my people stop getting slaughtered, I'll be interested in survival, not luxury.

Tavon:
[to Shane] You lied to me! And then your ass used Lem to cover it up so you wouldn't get in trouble. And I'm guessing it wasn't the first time that you had these guys cover your ass. What's wrong? Oh. Oh, yeah. Ain't got nobody here to get your back. But now I know who you really are. And so do you.

Tina:
You guys want him when we're through?

Dutch:
Steve?

Billings:
I'm a little busy here. Any naked girls show up, though, you give me a holler?

Vic:
We got to pull Shane out of there, man.

Ronnie:
What?

Vic:
I can't do this.

Ronnie:
Vic, it's done. It's all set up. We're never gonna get another chance this clean, you know it.

Vic:
I don't care! It's not too late. We still have a choice.

Ronnie:
Do you think that Shane gave Lem a choice?

Vic:
I'm not Shane.

Shane:
[to Mara] Vic and Ronnie tried to kill me tonight. Yeah, they set me up. It's sheer luck I'm even alive right now. And, you know, the worst part is ... they think I'm too stupid to even realize it.

Corrine:
Did you really do all those things?

Vic:
I did a lot of things that I shouldn't have done, for reasons that made sense at the time, but they're pretty hard to defend right now. What do you want me to say, that I'm different? I don't want to go to prison. Do you want me to go to prison?

Corrine:
Do either of you even feel any shame?

Vic:
I don't think about it.

Corrine:
Well, that's honest. Sad thing is, I've known--maybe not the specifics, the details--but I've known, and I have let you infect me and our children. I'll help you this one last time... and then the kids and I are out of your life! That is my price. And you have to pay some kind of price.

Claudette:
Mackey! You do not interfere with this case.

Vic:
Seeing as how I'm not a cop anymore, you really don't have the jurisdiction over what I do, Captain.

Claudette:
You rogue out on this, you do anything sideways like you did with Lemansky... and I'll lock up your corrupt ass faster than you can say, "how'd I lose this job?"

Vic:
If this is what's left of it, I don't want it.

Vic:
You think I'm wired?

Pezuela:
We're more involved now. Rules of engagement change.

Vic:
Midnight texts, chaperones, engagement... sounds like we're becoming an item.

Vic:
Oh, Brothers all about his thick. Better go easy on that juice, D. Your brains turn into hot sauce, shrinks the balls to raisins. Oh... sorry, I'm too late.

Damon:
My brain's fine-tuned, and them balls are the size of cat heads.

Capuchina:
You try talking to white Farrah?

Shane:
She's so spun out on crank, she doesn't know whether to piss standing up or sitting down.

David:
This is still my campaign.

Pezuela:
Mr. Mayor, the dick is up your ass. And I am the one who decides when it comes out.

Vic:
The edge is where we live, all of us, all the time. People trying to convince themselves otherwise is just an exercise in self-deception.

Beltran:
Philosopher?

Vic:
Former cop. Same deal, less horseshit.

Vic:
During a raid on a drug dealer named Two-Time... I... shot and killed Detective Terry Crowley.

Olivia:
Y-you- you killed a police officer?

Vic:
I planned it, and I carried it out. I shot him once just below the eye. Our Strike Team was committing criminal acts on a regular basis. At first it was just taking drugs from busts, turning it around, and selling it for profit. We were able to do this by making partnerships with local drug dealers and gangs, you know, that we knew we could leverage.

Olivia:
You son of a bitch.

Vic:
I killed Crowley to protect me and my guys. I shot him with Two-Time's gun to divert suspicion, but Aceveda knew. So did Kavanaugh-the I.A.D. Investigator who was after us. They just couldn't prove it. I was too good.

Olivia:
Is that it?

Vic:
[about the recorder] How much memory does that thing got?

[Vic has just finished confessing all his crimes at his immunity hearing. Olivia turns off the recorder.]

Olivia:
Do you have any idea what you've done to me?

Vic:
I've done worse.

Vic:
I want my deal, but I need a favor. It's not for Ronnie. It's for my ex-wife. I got her into some trouble. She was trying to protect me today, and she did something that might be construed as aiding and abetting.

Olivia:
Might be construed?

Claudette:
I'm Captain Claudette Wyms. I'm looking for Vic Mackey.

Chaffee:
You found the bastard, but I guess now he's our bastard.

Shane:
[to Vic on the phone] The mother of your children has been playing you. She would rather see you go to prison than to hug one of your own kids again.

Claudette:
[ in the Barn's interrogation room.] You heard about Shane. What he did to his pregnant wife, his young son. He wrote a note.

[Claudette produces the suicide note. Vic remains silent.]

Claudette:
[reading] "I guess enough painkillers can make even the worst kind of hurt go away. The thing you need to know is that Mara was innocent, and Jackson was innocent. They didn't know what they were drinking, and their last moments together were happy ones. They left the way I first found them, perfect and innocent. They were innocent; they're in heaven now, and we'll always be a family. [Pauses] The guilty ones are me and Vic. Vic led, but I kept following. I don't think one's worse than the other, but we made each other into something worse than our individual selves. I wish I'd never met him. I see it all now, there's no apologies I can make, no explanations I can give. I was who I was, and I can't be that person anymore. I can't let myself..."

[Vic's expression has changed to show his distress.]

Claudette:
We think this is where he was when we came in, because it stops there. All those busts...all those confessions you got in this room, illegal or otherwise...all the drugs you got off the street tonight for ICE...you must be very proud of yourself.

[Vic's expression is emotionless. He remains silent.]

Claudette:
This is what the hero left on his way out the door.

[Claudette produces the photos of Shane and his family. She places them on the table, glares at Vic, and leaves.]

Dutch:
Ronald Everett Gardocki, you are under arrest.

Ronnie:
For what?

Dutch:
The last three years!

Ronnie:
You told them... all of it?

Vic:
Ronnie...

Ronnie:
You made a deal for yourself and you're sending me to prison?

Vic:
I'm sorry, my family... I... I thought Corrine...

Ronnie:
You're goddamned sorry?

Vic:
I didn't think I had a choice...

Ronnie:
What about my goddamned choice, Vic? Where's my goddamn choice? I was going to run! We were going to run together! God damn it! What about the team? What about protecting the goddamn team, Vic?

Claudette:
[to Vic] You can go now.

Vic:
[Ronnie enters clubhouse and Vic sees Ronnie's dog bite injury] Bite looks bad, how's the bark?

Ronnie:
[sighs] Oh I just got my balls chewed off because we went in too quick and undermanned.

Vic:
Look man I'm sorry. I had no choice.

Ronnie:
We all had choices once, and we made them... and now we gotta live with them.

Vic:
Ronnie, we're gonna get out of this quicksand.

Ronnie:
No we're not. Jesus Vic everything we do to get out of this shit just drags us down deeper. And hanging with Shane is gonna push our heads under.

Vic:
We need Shane right now.

Ronnie:
I'm sick of walking around half the day smiling at a guy who put a grenade in Lem's lap.

Vic:
Hey, you know what's at stake here for me.

Ronnie:
I do, yeah. But I'm not gonna drown for Shane... or you.

Axl:
[discussing his porn films with Ronnie, Claudette, & Julien; to Julien] You know, if you ever get tired of squashing people's civil rights, I can make you some real money.

Julien:
So far this is working out but, if something changes, I'll let you know.

Vic:
I can arrest you for scratching your tiny little nuggets.

Shane:
What is it with you and whores?

Vic:
Just tryin' to keep 'em from tempting you.

PBA Rep:
Detective Mackey, we're not done. In spite of this ruling, the final determination is up to the chief. Go to your captain, get her to put in a good word.

Vic:
I see you're a married man. Is your wife pretty?

PBA Rep:
Beautiful.

Vic:
Would you mind if I take her to Vegas for a dirty weekend? Ride her ass hard and put her away wet?

PBA Rep:
What?

Vic:
Now that's 'bout the level of cooperation I can expect from my captain, on anything.