Dark Blue (2009–2010): Season 1, Episode 7 - O.I.S. - full transcript

Move, you gotta
get outta here!

I can't. They got me
pinned down.

Let's go!

I got you, come on!

Go!

What the hell happened to you?

Walked myself
into an armed robbery.

- Nah, they both got away.

- Well, that's too bad.
- Yeah.

- You look okay.
- Yeah. I'm good. Fine.

- This is, uh..
- Ty Curtis.



Yeah. I've seen you
around the station.

I transferred in
three weeks ago.

- Yeah, I was around the corner.

They had me pinned down, Frye.
Guys were cold-blooded.

They were gunning for me.

Weren't for Ty,
I'd be dead.

- Good job.
- Thank you, sir.

- Yeah.

Let's go get a drink.

- Thanks, man.
- Yeah.

Can't stay out of trouble,
can you?

I was hungry.

Came a little close
with some of those shots?

Had to make it real
if Chavez's gonna buy it.



Did he?

Like a ticket to his
favorite show, brother.

- He showed up after y'all.

He had to shoot up
a liquor store.

I'd have done it weeks ago,
if I knew it.

Hey, man, Frye runs
a tight unit.

They treat him at the station
house like he walks on water.

He doesn't!
I promise you that.

- Told me to hand in reports.

Good. Use that. Make sure
you cover Frye's man.

- You mean Chavez.
- Report makes him look good.

That'll show you're not
afraid to get dirty.

- I'll try.
- You don't feel bad about..

...investigating other cops?

The whole blue wall
brotherhood of the cops?

Exactly how long have you
been investigating Frye?

I put Ty in Metro Division as a
lateral transfer few weeks ago.

Why?

Frye is one of the most highly
decorated officers on the force.

'
- Name's Osiri.

He was one of my informants.

He told me about a con
named Terry Isaiah.

Manufactures and sells
meth and ecstasy.

Rumor has it, that his
operation ran untouched

because he had
a cop in his pocket.

Frye.

I see. So, now we're takin'
the word of criminals over cops?

Four days after
I talked to him

Osiri was killed
in a drug raid

led by Frye's task force.

Thing is,
Osiri didn't sell drugs.

Do you know how many times
Frye's been investigated by IAD?

And every time they get nothin'.

Have you, uh,
seen his arrest record?

I need you to transfer someone
out of Frye's task force

to make room for Ty.

You know they're promoting
Frye to captain.

God, how good
you look in uniform!

I thought you married me
because of my charm.

No. It's the uniform.

So, um, how much longer
you got on this one, babe?

Well, hopefully, not much
longer, babe

We might not even
have a case.

It's too bad, because
I kinda like these cases.

You'd stay home.
Predictable hours.

I'm just saying, you might
wanna be a little careful

now that I'm-I'm pregnant.

Did I hear you right?

Did you say, you're pregnant?
Yeah?

Don't get too excited, because I
did two home pregnancy tests

and one came out positive
one came out negative.

You couldn't go
for a tie

No, I'm not gonna know
anything for sure

until I get in
to see my doctor.

- I gotta get in the shower.
- Okay.

Relax. This isn't the Marines.

I was telling Frye how
impressive you were in shooting.

Chavez told me you were, like,
Wyatt Earp, last night.

'But, uh, I was more
impressed with your report.'

Like when you said the shooters
turned on Chavez

without provocation.

Well, uh, how would you
know that

if you came in
after the shooting started?

I don't make pricks who shoot at
me sympathetic, sir.

Yeah, I looked into your record.

Says they pulled you
from the academy

for a special assignment.

Yes sir, it was
an undercover case.

With all due respect,
the detective was an idiot.

Almost got me killed.

Is that why
you're in uni?

I'm in uni, because
I punched a fool in the face.

Stuck me in Devonshire division,
it took eight months

to transfer back into Metro.

One of the men of my Task Force
got transferred out.

'That leaves me
with a slot open''

That any uni in the division
would give his left nut to fill.

We need guys
who can get it done.

'We have the highest rates
of conviction in the city.'

You stick with me for a year

'you can have
any assignment you want.'

Leave the mortician
outfit home, tomorrow.

You go in soft clothes.
Let's see what you got.

Congrats, bro.

You just got yourself a trial.

It's the bad-ass unit
in the department.

These are all the arrest reports
for Frye's task force.

The one name you never
see in these reports

Terry Isaiah.

So he's fallen under the radar.

Or someone turns the radar off.

Isaiah's a big player,
deals in ecstasy and meth.

You break down Frye's arrests,
everyone of Isaiah's competitors

were either arrested,
or wound up dead.

There's a pattern here,
like Frye's in Isaiah's pocket.

Still don't understand is, why
Ran a financial check on Frye.

Nothing seems unusual.

So we take Isaiah,
get him to flip on Frye?

Too risky. If Isaiah doesn't
flip, then we're blown.

Not to mention the convicted
drug-dealer's word

against a big-time cop.

We need to catch
Frye in the act.

'Put pressure
on Isaiah's operations.'

Force him to use Frye.

Then, we catch Frye
capering for Isaiah

and bam, we got 'em.

We're gonna need some help.

I do not know. That man
has more love than Gandhi.

Nobody from Metro's
gonna help us.

What makes you think
I'd go to cops for help?

Take a walk! Police!

Easy.

Easy!

Easy.

Carter, you gonna get yourself
killed rolling up in here.

'Would you've answered
if I knocked?'

No. These two
would've smoked you.

Yeah.

- Losing a step.

Ah.

- Chill out.
- It's okay.

'If you're lookin' for a new
ride, these aren't for sale.'

'These are part
of my private collection.'

I need help with something.

I told you, I don't snitch
for anyone, even you.

I don't need information.
I need help busting someone.

A cop.

Lieutenant.

They teach you any other
languages out there

in the Devonshire division?

Can you read that?

That's better than the LA Times.

You're standing in the most
heavily contested

gang hood in the city.

See those names?
You know what they mean?

"187. Hit list."

People the gang's
targeted for murder.

That's right.

What about those numbers?

'If you earn a spot up there'

that means you're
doing something right.

Let's go to work.

I'll ride with you.

You ever been here before?

No. I didn't even know Carter
had a house.

Don't you think
it's a little strange

that we're only seeing it when
he's entertaining criminals?

- It's printing.

Do you think it was a good idea,
bringing these guys home?

Well, I wasn't gonna bring them
to the office.

Here he is.

He's the dirty cop Isaiah has.
Lieutenant Jay Frye.

Isaiah uses him as his muscle.
His own private police.

Any time something or someone
threatens his business

we think, he puts Frye on it.

So, we need
to disrupt that business.

You find out anything?

Isaiah's got a lab,
up in the canyon.

What kinda security
are we talking about, here?

Anywhere from six
to eight guys.

- 'And they come heavy.'
- That's why I need your help.

'The three of us can't
cover them all.'

Gonna need full benefits.

Fine.

'Good.'

When we gonna do this?

- Oh, baby. Sorry, I'm late.
- It's okay.

Been busy?

Well, yeah.

Hmm.

Babe, we got a..

We got a...got a tip about
a stash house, right?

- Uh-huh.
- We took it down.

Took in some major weight.

I gotta say,
working with these guys

they really know what
they're doin'.

Sounds like
you had a good time.

And then, felt kinda good,
not havin' to sneak around.

Uh-huh.

I actually felt..

...proud to make the bust.

You get to the doctor?

The doctor's out of town
for the next few days.

- Hmm.
- And I...I don't know.

A part of me is really enjoying
the idea of being pregnant

even if I'm not.

Oh, can you imagine?

Do we even have room
in this house?

They're the size of a football.

What about work?

Well, we'll figure it out.

Remember what we agreed on?

Yes, I remember.

- Lieutenant.

No, no. Come on in.
Melissa.

Lieutenant Frye.
Lieutenant Frye, this is my wife

Melissa.

- How do you do.
- Hi.

People just call me Frye.

- You have a lovely house.
- Thank you.

Umm, can I offer you something
to drink?

Ah, no. Thank you.

Your, uh, your husband
showed some, uh

real smarts, today.

We're gonna make him
a serious crime fighter.

Just as long
as you keep him safe.

Oh, I will.

My wife and I are having
a get-together, tomorrow.

It's wives, kids.

You two should come by,
meet the family.

Sounds great.

Why don't
I let you two guys talk.

- It was so nice to meet you.
- Nice meeting you.

House.

Wife.

Nice job, Curtis.

I'm very lucky, sir.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay.

And lieutenant,
thank you for coming by.

Oh!

If it isn't T.J. Hooker.

What's goin' on?

We're raiding Isaiah's place.

Is it a rip?

No.

- Foreclosure.

No, I can't risk
you getting seen.

We've got everything.

Frye came
by my house tonight.

- He invited us to a barbecue.

Okay.

Wine, it's always nice
to bring some cheese.

He came to my house.

- I don't know.

So, what's the problem?

We were both home,
me and Mel.

We couldn't have created a cover
for you as a different cop.

Frye would've found it.
We altered your real record.

But this brings her
in the case, now.

Ty, I can't figure out
that part of your life, for you.

What does that mean?

I doubt anything's going
to happen in the barbecue.

Some guests about seven.

Two cooks,
five shooters.

But it doesn't look like
Isaiah's there.

Take these two, go in the back.

We'll go through
the front.

I'm not going
with these maniacs.

Good, stay out of their way.

'Look, you're not in charge.'

No collateral on this.
This isn't a hit.

Carter, we're not cops.

- 'We'll do what we have to.'
- Not for fun.

We're in position.

- Everybody down!
- Get down, now!

Get down, now!

No-no-no,
you stay right there!

Cover! Cover!

No!

On the ground!
On the ground, now!

- 'Alright, let's go.'
- Let's go.

You know whose house
this is?

Terry Isaiah!

Ah-h, at least we got
the right address, huh?

We're good.

Okay. We're done.

Oh, and, uh, you have
a lovely house.

You're dead.
That's a fact.

Isaiah's gonna kill you,
kill your family,

kill anyone you care about.

That was fun.

Yeah.

I'm the only one who thinks
last night was real.

Sometimes we work with
questionable people, you know?

No. Carter seems
like he's friend's with them.

Doesn't that seem strange
to you?

Not really.

They are who they are,
you know?

'Not pretend
to be something else'

'Kinda makes sense.'

Another shot at me?

What?

Because of Scott and you.

You have to stop thinking
everything's about that, okay?

'Dean, I need you
to back-up Ty.'

- It's a barbecue.
- I know. Just go, please.

- Just some people I know.

Dean says they stole money
from Isaiah.

We crippled a major drug
operation. It's a bargain.

You're early.

What? I'm right on time.

You used to like 'em skinny,
Carter.

What'd you just say?

'She's working with me''

Latest victim, huh?

Hey, don't listen
to this maniac.

'He's gonna get you killed.'

Hey, got it?

Yeah, some meth, X,
some uppers.

That other thing
you were asking about?

- There's a guy I know.

Deals to all the clubs
and bars.

Usually buys from Isaiah.

That's perfect, Mott.
Thanks.

- It's cool.

As long as you get most
of it back to me, next week.

- 'Got a big buyer.'
- 'No problem.'

Everything else good?

'The kid?'

Doing better.

Thanks.

Do you know
any normal people?

What do you mean?

What are we doing
with that?

Huh. Going into business.

I'm a little nervous.

No need to be, baby,
just be yourself.

These guys are just cops,
and you know what?

I don't even know
if they're bad cops.

- I think I get it.

Why you like this job.
It's kind of exciting.

Hey! Hey! You made it!

- Thank you for the invite.
- Not bad.

- Hi, Mellisa.
- Hi.

- Good. Thank you.

- Brought you some Chardonnay.
- Chardonnay, beautiful.

I'll go find some ice for this.

- I'm good.

- Good, good.
- 'Melissa, my wife.'

- 'Hey, nice to meet you.'
- Hi.

This is my wife, Theresa.

- Hi.
- Hi.

'And this..'

This is my little boy,
Evan.

Oh, my God!

How old is he?

About 18 months.

- Oh!
- Heh-heh.

High five!
See

He's so precious!

Good looking,
like his dad, huh?

- Yeah, yeah.

Ty decided to bring
the Chardonnay

instead of Chianti.

- Funny.

House, lawn, barbecues.

I tried it once.

Didn't stick.

I need you with me.
Jaimie, you back-up Ty.

We'll take my car.

Oh, my God. He's wonderful.

What's going on
with your custody case?

Nothing good. Her mother hired
some high-priced divorce lawyer.

- Can't afford to fight that.
- You know, I know a guy.

'Usually reps
the Hollywood crowd'

but I got him out
of a DUI.

'He was with a stripper.
He'd been bangin' on the side.'

He'll take your case.

- There you go!
- Frye, man.

- 'Thanks.'
- No problem.

- Yeah.

His wife couldn't handle
the hours he was pulling.

Now she wants sole custody.

Damn.

'
- Five months.

Yeah, I know, I'm a rookie.
You?

- Seventeen years.
- 'Wow!'

That's Jackie, there,
the Blondie.

I like working
with married guys.

Why is that?

When you got something
to come home to

makes you think real hard about
what you're doing out there.

Married guys make better cops.

At least that's what I think.

Couldn't agree more.

What are we talking
about here?

I'm talking about
a partnership, man.

I know you're wired
into all the clubs.

'From what I hear you got
a pretty tasty customer base.'

I wanna tap into it.

I got a regular supplier.

And he does not like
competition.

Talking about Terry Isaiah?

You've heard of him and you
tryin' to cut into his business?

You're either dumb or crazy.

Isaiah's about
to run out of product, bro.

And why is that?

Lab in Topanga got hit
last night. Blasted up.

Unless you start piling
for the winter

your customers' gonna need
a new dealer.

How do you know all this?

Because we're the ones
who did it.

'Check with Isaiah, man.'

Oh, he's gonna tell you
he's fresh out of product.

'Unlike us.'

That's a freebie, man.

'You want to do
business with us'

call us.

'Alright?'

I don't know anything
about this.

But even if I did, I don't care.

I don't care.

'No!'

No. It's not my problem,
I told you that, last time.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Yeah. Uh, get everyone together.

Just got a tip about a new
supplier that maybe setting up.

Police department.
Put your hands up!

- Put your hands up!

What's happenin'?

'What is this?'

Tumi. When the hell
are you gonna get a job?

Anybody got a warrant?

Ow!

I'm hearing you're buying from
a new supplier.

Is that true?

Who's gonna pay for my door?

Focus, Tumi.

Maybe, I heard of
a couple of white dudes.

- Selling door to door.
- Tumi, names.

If I give you that,
then you and me all good?

What do I look like?
Used car salesman?

- Don't hustle me.
- Then don't act like Supercop.

I know Isaiah's
pulling your strings.

Probably how you heard
about this, right here.

I can't believe
you could be this stupid.

Toss it! The whole place!

- Gun!
- No!

Hold your fire!

He's dead.

What are you doing?

He had a gun.

It was a remote.

Looked-looked like a gun.

Noyce.

Wait a minute.

'Wait!'

It's done.

Call it in.

To one less scumbag
on earth, huh?

DA's office call you yet?

Spoke to shooting team rep.

'It all happened so fast.'

You did the right thing.

He waited
until I turned my back

then he drew his gun
to kill me.

But it wasn't a gun.

I saw a gun.

Plain as day.

No question.

'Yep.'

'Tumi was a degenerate.
Sold drugs to kids.'

Nobody at the DA's office
gonna lose any sleep over this.

'Just tell 'em what happened.'

And you got four other
decorated officers

that'll swear under oath
to it.

You know, you're thinking
too hard about it, man.

'You did the right thing.'

Who is Isaiah?

Tumi said someone named Isaiah
was pulling your strings.

- Damn, Ty.

You don't miss a thing,
do you?

'Isaiah, as in Terry Isaiah.'

He's a big-time supplier.

Meth, X.

So, you do know him.

Yeah, he's an informant
of mine.

So, you go after
a dude like Tumi

but you let a supplier
like Isaiah operate?

Isaiah feeds me information.

He's more valuable to me on the
streets than he is in jail.

And as soon as that changes,
well, we'll blow him out too.

Why did Tumi say Isaiah
was pulling your strings?

You gotta give
these fools their pride.

I let 'em think they're calling
the shots, for now.

But when
their judgement day comes

they answer to us.

And who do we answer to?

Nobody.

'Ever''

You wanna be a legit cop?

'You wanna be a real,
bona fide crime fighter.'

This is what it takes.

And don't ever
hang your head down low.

Where the hell have you been?

I'd to get my head straight,
something happened.

I heard, you shot Tumi?
What are you doing?

I didn't put you there
to kill people.

It's a little different when the
bad guys know you're a good guy.

Did Tumi give up
that we're the new suppliers?

- I don't know, I'm not sure.
- Not good enough!

I need you to catch Frye working
for Isaiah, you understand?

What if you're wrong
about them?

I'm not.

Frye said Isaiah was his
informant. It makes sense.

Are you falling
for Frye's bullshit?

What is it with you
and him?

Frye doesn't do any thing
that we don't.

- He's a cop. Just like us.

- He's a cop. Just like us!

He's nothing like us!

- Alright!
- Get that straight!

'It's always good to show your
feelings. Vent a little bit'

Come on, let's go.
We're out of here.

Hm.

You've been drinking.

Went out with Frye
and the guys.

Long day.

You alright?

Yeah.

You have fun at the barbecue
the other day?

I must admit, I did.

I mean, since you've
been working for Carter

we haven't exactly hung out
with other cop families.

So, it's nice to have something
in common, you know?

Yeah.

Working with these guys,
you see there's different ways

of doing the job.

Hmm, come here.

Yo, Ty.

You file
your shooting report, yet?

I was about to, why?

If you got something
to say, say it.

Frye's trying to make it a dirty
shooting, but it wasn't.

I had a clear line
of sight at Tumi.

When Frye leaned down,
he planted the gun.

After you shot him, he leaned
back down to check his pulse.

Suddenly, the gun
became a remote control.

What the hell are you
saying to me?

It's what he does, man.

He ropes you in.

It's how he wins your loyalty.

Did something
like that to me.

Always had my doubts.

But by then,
it's already on record.

If you come out now,
you end your career.

What do you know
about Terry Isaiah?

Isaiah, what?
Why are you asking?

Frye said that Isaiah
tipped him off to Tumi

and these new
drug suppliers, right?

What I'm asking is, is Isaiah
really Frye's informant?

Huh, rumor is Isaiah
has something on Frye.

Way back when Frye sold his
badge to Isaiah for a few deals.

What Frye didn't know was
that Isaiah recorded everything.

Well, you can go to IAD?

I'm no rat.

So, why you telling me this?

Your wife told my wife

that you're trying
to have a baby.

Trust me, man.

Everything changes after that.

- Nothing, captain.

He's trying to convince
that sex life doesn't change

after you have kids.

I ain't convinced, Chavez.

We traced a number we found
at Tumi's.

It sounds like that new supplier
we've been hearing about.

This guy's
a real piece of work.

Armed robbery, home invasions.

We're hitting him now.

- I'll just get my stuff.
- No, right now.

Where are we?

Nothing from Ty.

You know Frye, don't you?

We worked together
on a task force, years ago.

'It was a different time.'

'Different department.'

We were encouraged
to do questionable things.

Frye was the worst.

'A straight up thug.'

How is he still
on the force?

When things got out of hand,
and the DA's indictments

started coming down.

Everyone stuck
to the "honor among cops" code

'except Frye.'

Everyone was sure he'd cut
some kind of deal

to save his own ass.

What happened to you?

Let's just say, I wasn't on the
Chief's Christmas card list.

So, Frye gets a wife,
white picket fence, promotion.

You get to be buddies
with criminals.

Not quite.

Where's Dean?

At home, why?

Frye's on his way there,
right now!

Alright, let's be smart.

Don't take any chances.
Especially after Tumi's.

No one's losing sleep should
this scumbag meet his demise.

Let's go.

You stay here.
Cover the front.

Police department!

What the hell happened?

Crazy son of a bitch
just started shooting.

He got away.

This is 2-Zebra-12,
we've an officer down.

Repeat, officer down!

'1400 block of Lanterman Drive''

He's dead.

Alright, he's
a convicted drug dealer.

Relatively new in town,
so check with your contacts

in the community.

Work with your sister agencies.

And I've been asked to pass on
a message from the chief.

He understands emotions
are running high.

But proper procedure
is gonna make this case.

The way I see it..

'...is they have
their department's procedure.'

'And we have our code.'

Chavez was our brother.

That's why we need to bag this
cop-killing scumbag, ourselves.

In cuffs, if you have to.

In a body bag, if you can.

Did you see them shoot Chavez?

I barely made it out of there.

Chavez came to me,
right before he was killed.

Said he was thinking
about leaving Frye's unit.

- No.

But Frye must have found out.

He probably got spooked
that Chavez

was having second thoughts.

He's trying to tie up loose
ends, before promotion.

First Tumi, now Chavez.

So, maybe, I can make an
approach, cut a deal with Frye.

Fry's made you into a
cop

Every cop's gonna be
gunning for you.

They'll shoot you on plain sight
and get a medal for it.

'Frye's played this perfectly.'

Damn it!

I have to clean this up
with Maynard.

Ty, why don't you go home
and get some rest?

No, I want Frye!

But how, Ty?

We don't even know
what his end game is.

The drugs in your apartment.

'Frye recovered 'em.'

But when I checked,
he never booked it in evidence.

'So, he still has them?'

Can I talk to you?

- Go ahead.
- Well, Chavez, sir.

Before the shooting, he told me
he was having second thoughts.

Second thoughts?

He thought what you were doing
was dirty.

I think he was flirting
with IAD.

Why would he tell you that?

Since I'm the new guy.

Said he wanted me to know
what I was getting into.

Well..

...what do you think
you're getting into?

A unit that gets results.

I know Chavez was your boy,
and what happened was a tragedy.

But if you ask me,
you got a lucky break.

The unit's better off
without him.

I'm gonna...let you in
on a little something.

'Word's come down from up high''

They're making me a captain.

'I'm gonna have
my own division.'

You, Noyce, Kim.

'We're gonna run it
the old way.'

The right way.

I'm all for that, cap.

There's uh..

...one last thing we need to do.

Deal with Terry Isaiah.

You didn't do what I said, Frye.

Are you getting deaf with age?

'Cause I said I want
that punk-ass dead

for blasting my lab.

Every cop is hunting him down.

He's as good as dead.

That doesn't make me feel
any better.

What the hell's this?

Ah, call it restitution.

To hold you over.

Until you get another lab
set up and running.

What the hell is going on?

Carter.

You always were a sneaky
son of a bitch.

It's over, Jay.

You called the cops?

On me?

You murdered a cop.

You mean...he murdered a cop.

As far as the world knows

he's a cop-killer.

And you..

'You're an L.A.P.D.
cautionary tale.'

Just a bunch of..

...cops gone bad in the pocket
of a drug dealer.

If I kill all of you.

The picture
practically paints itself.

Tell them to put
their guns down.

You first.

Wait! I can fix this!

- Wait!
- I can't, Frye.

I can fix it!

Put it down.

Don't think you're any better
than me.

'Ty, back off.'

You okay?

Cell phone was off.

Yeah.

Must be the battery.

Well, look, Mel wanted me
to invite you to dinner.

She thought you and I
could use some hang-out time.

I told her you probably had
a big date.

Big night lined up,
but I told her I'd ask, anyway.

You know me too well.

So, I'll tell her,
maybe next time.

Yeah.
Next time.

Cool.

Listen, for a minute there,
Mel thought she was pregnant.

'When we got married I told he''

if we ever had a baby, then I'd
stop going under with you.

Well, you do
what you need to do.

Goodnight, man.