Southland (2009–2013): Season 1, Episode 2 - Mozambique - full transcript
Overconfident after near-unanimous praise on his first beat day, Ben jumps in at a shop-mugging only to find he failed to arrange backup or make sure who the victim and robber are. Officer Dewey Dudek celebrates his retirement form active duty, aiming at a Hollywood career. Another retired cop is asked to mind an active colleague's neglected dog. Detective Nate Moretta's potential police recruits program is the only way for detective Sammy Bryant to provide some protection for a rare wiling witness in a fiendish neighborhood. An alleged father suffers third strike after the mother dumps 'their' baby on him.
(baby crying)
WOMAN:
Can you remove
the clothes?
I need to take a
picture of his body.
(baby crying)
(crying continues)
MAN:
Detective Lydia Adams,
at the end of a very long day,
had to give up a baby.
It wasn't the first time.
You know what
a Mozambique is?
BEN:
Uh, Failure drill, right?
Two the body,
one to the head?
Yeah.
Used to be called
the Mozambique.
PC crap-- nothing can
be called what it is.
You know why they call it
the Mozambique?
Nah.
Those crazy revolutionary
dudes over there
used to chew this drug
called "khat."
Mm-hmm.
Hits the nervous system.
It's like amphetamine.
You chew the leaves,
you're impervious.
Hey, hey!
Hey.
I told my wife
about you.
Good job, son.
(chuckles)
Thank you.
Dewey's an asshole,
but he's one of us.
Yeah. All right.
Thanks.
Have a good one.
Yeah.
All right, anyway,
1974-- this soldier,
he's defending the
airport there, right?
Got a sidearm.
This khat-chewing
crazy-ass fucker,
he comes running at him
with an AK-47, firing bullets.
They were just spraying
bullets everywhere.
He's missing him, right?
Yeah.
So the soldier fires two
to the center mass.
The khat-chewin' bastard,
he doesn't feel it.
They don't put you up
for the Medal for this,
something's wrong.
(laughs)
Thank you.
JOHN: Yeah. For the whole
30 seconds he's been on the job,
he definitely deserves
the Medal of Valor.
You done us proud.
Thank you.
CHICKIE: Six-eight-47,
show us clear.
So, after the double-tap,
soldier fires one to the head--
right between the eyes.
You know why?
Yeah, there's no bone
to deflect the bullet.
Bang! He goes down.
So, seriously--
where'd you learn to shoot?
Beverly Hills Gun Club.
Thought you knew.
You're fucking with me.
CHICKIE:
I don't think so.
Get in the back, Spago.
Sorry.
(dog barking)
I think your wife's
been blogging my wife.
She's been getting
all pissy with me suddenly.
(barking continues)
I'm gonna kill that
fucking dog.
(barking continues)
MAN (slurring):
He owes me money...
ANDY: Okay.
and he said he wasn't,
he said he wasn't gonna
pay me back, no, sir.
That's not right at all.
ANDY: How much money
he owe you, sir?
How much does
he owe you, sir?
Three dollars.
Are you kidding me?
Three dollars?
That's what he owes you?
You're missing
the point here.
He said he wasn't
gonna pay me back!
This is
a bad economy.
All right.
We're done here.
Uh, guy says he did it;
we have witnesses.
It's a ground ball.
Kenny and I will--
we'll wait for S.I.D.
KENNY:
We're good. Go ahead.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah.
Sammy, you need
a ride back?
Yeah.
Janila?
Sweetheart,
what are you doing?
I live down the street.
Really?
Yeah.
They haven't
moved you yet?
No.
(sighs)
(clears throat)
So how are you?
Okay.
I heard
from this boy at our school
that you guys, like,
have junior police kids
work for y'all.
What we have
is the Explorers program.
And, actually,
Detective Moretta helps run it.
Remember him?
Hi.
You want to be
an Explorer?
What all does
it consist of?
Well, it's, uh, it's
basically for kids
who think they might want
to go into law enforcement.
We'll meet up once a week;
we train you;
you'll move through the ranks,
just like in the academy,
and, uh, you get
to train other kids.
I'll join.
(detectives chuckling)
NATE:
That was easy.
SAMMY:
You know, you're already
helping us out by testifying.
You know that, right?
Yeah.
But it's very important
that you don't go
telling people about it.
Remember?
We talked about that.
So, what are you gonna
say about Dewey?
I know it's really weird...
I kinda like the guy.
He's kind of a turd.
(Chickie laughs)
Whoa! Whoa!
211 in progress!
Gun! Gun!
(tires screech)
JOHN: Hey, hey, wait!
Hey! Where you going?
(man shouting
in Arabic inside)
(shouting in Arabic
continues)
(panting rapidly)
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun now!
(shouting in Arabic continues)
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun! Drop the gun
or I will shoot you!
(shouting continues)
Drop the gun!
Put it down!
Put it down! Turn around!
Turn around,
put your hands on the glass!
(man speaking Arabic)
Hands on the case!
Hands on the case!
Shut up!
(man speaking Arabic)
You! Outside now!
Go! Go!
(man shouting in Arabic)
Go now! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up now!
Shut up!
Down. Stay down!
(speaking Arabic)
Shut up. Shut up!
(speaking Arabic)
Yeah, shut up.
About a hundred things
you did wrong.
This man,
he works at this market.
He was being robbed
by this gentleman,
who may or may not
have a gun.
Do you have a gun, sir?
Dude got it off me.
Yeah.
You may be a great shot,
but you still know shit
about being a cop.
CHICKIE:
Sit up. Sit up!
Number one: things aren't
always what they seem.
CHICKIE:
Sit up.
The victim can be
the suspect;
suspect can be the victim.
Unhook him.
Number two:
you wait for us.
You do not take
action by yourself.
Yes, sir.
We work as partners.
Yes, sir.
Now you apologize to him.
I'm very sorry, sir.
You okay?
He's new.
You get his info.
Yes, sir.
CHICKIE:
Let's go.
(car alarm wailing in distance)
Move over.
Move over!
Come on. That's good.
CHICKIE:
Six-eight-47,
show us en route
to the station with
one in custody.
DISPATCH (over radio):
Six-eight-47, copy.
Got caught up in the
John Wayne syndrome.
You lost your position
of advantage.
Yes, sir.
Could've been a second,
third suspect.
Could've been a layoff man
waiting to shoot at you.
John... John!
Stop the car!
(tires screech)
(horns blare)
JOHN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold it! Stop!
JOHN:
Stop!
Okay. Hi.
JOHN:
I got it.
What the heck?
(horns honking)
(baby fussing)
LYDIA:
Hey, there...
(baby fusses)
I don't know, maybe the mom
ran to the store or something,
got picked up; didn't tell
the cops about the baby?
RUSSELL:
Maybe it was a carjacking.
They look in the backseat,
they see the baby,
and they freak out
and they dump it...
Or maybe God
dropped it down.
You know, from Heaven.
We're gonna stay here
and keep canvassing the area.
RUSSELL:
Let us know if you
have any answers,
and we'll call
Media Relations.
Thank you.
All right.
Oh, man, Russell,
we didn't bring a car seat.
It's four blocks.
You can just hold him.
Look, just, you know,
sit in the backseat,
I'll drive real slow.
Promise.
Okay.
He's a big man.
Handsome little man.
Isn't he?
Let's go for a ride.
SAMMY:
This is our star witness
in a gang trial.
When was
the last time you had
a witness come forward
like this, huh?
Detective...
How about never?
There's a budget crisis.
Maybe you've noticed?
Okay? I'm sorry, we're
not relocating them.
This is bullshit.
No, they're Hispanic
gang members.
She doesn't even live
in their neighborhood.
I don't see
the threat here.
Hello? They have
these things called cars.
Yeah, and so they're
gonna go across town
and try to find her
in a black neighborhood.
Yeah.
Yeah.
No, I don't think so.
I'm late for court.
(sighs)
Just get her
into the Explorers.
You know she has
to apply, right?
I know, but no
bullshit.
I don't care
if she's got D's in school.
Just let her in.
Don't worry about it, man.
She's in.
Hey, does my ass
look big in these?
RUSSELL:
Okay, that was DCFS.
They're sending over
an emergency response worker.
(baby crying)
Media Relations hasn't even
put out a bulletin.
And you know what's
gonna happen--
they're just gonna
dump him in the system,
just like they do
with all of the other cases.
(baby crying)
LYDIA: Hey, buddy, let's
get this diaper changed.
(crying)
Come on...
(crying stops)
(gently):
Ooh...
Man!
What the hell!
(baby crying)
LYDIA (gently):
Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Ooh-wee!
A big load right there!
Russ...
Yeah.
Look at this.
FEMALE REPORTER:
Today, in the Southland,
a baby boy believed
to be about ten months old,
was found crawling
across this street in Hollywood,
according to
the Los Angeles Police.
Let me try that
one more time.
Hey! Anything else
you can tell me?
Nope.
MAN:
Officer! Officer...
Is that baby okay?
Yeah, it's fine.
How you doing, shitbird?
I'm a little high right now.
Yeah?
(both laughing)
Yeah.
So, uh, anything
you can tell me?
Maybe drug deal
gone bad?
Somebody tried
to sell the kid?
Something like that?
No?
Yeah?
No.
Okay. All right.
Thanks.
Hey, I just got off the phone
with, uh, Riverside.
There've got a mother who filed
a missing baby report
two days ago.
So she's coming over here
to see if it's hers.
What?
Well, she might have done
something to her kid,
'cause her story's
kind of hinky.
And we're supposed to just
hand this baby to her?
Come on, Lyd.
What if it's
really her kid?
So, uh, about Dewey's party...
Wait, w-why do I have
to go to this thing?
N-Nobody liked him, right?
I never even met the guy.
It's a chance for you
to meet some of my friends.
Oh, y-you mean the wives?
Yeah, what's wrong
with that? Huh?
I-I have nothing in common
with these women!
Nothing!
You don't know that.
They probably all belong to
a nice little book club,
read Ann Rice novels.
You're being ridiculous, Tammi.
I found this guy.
Um, he's a retired cop
out in Thousand Oaks.
And he said he'd meet us there,
take Richter.
Tammi,
it's better for the dog.
He can run around,
work off that energy.
Fine.
He's my only friend, and you
want to take him away from me.
You know that this is
the right thing for him.
The guy has goats.
He can herd goats.
(scoffs)
Tam...
You honestly think it's
a good idea if she comes?
No.
She's gonna
freak, bro.
Dewey of all people.
Come on, seriously.
Can you imagine the
freakin' speeches?
There won't be any.
(laughter)
You coming, Kenny?
Coming where?
(laughter)
Retirement party, man.
You got to go.
You didn't get the e-mail,
seriously?
No.
(laughter)
Hey, Janila.
Hey, Janila!
Hey, sweetheart,
uh, come with me.
I'll show you my friend
who runs the Explorers.
They said I had
to get a sponsor.
Will you sponsor me?
Of course.
Are you kidding?
Um, they said that I had
to have a parent sign it.
But my dad's in jail,
and my mom's on drugs.
I live with my grandmother.
You mean she's
your guardian, yeah?
Yeah.
Perfect.
Yeah, no problem.
Come on.
Have fun.
You better be kidding me.
No, no, I don't think
it's a good idea.
Come on, Sal.
You don't think about me?
Hmm?
Don't you miss me?
Of course I still
think about you.
A lot, all right?
Way more than I should.
Mia, that's my kid calling.
I got to take this, all right?
All right.
Okay.
Hey, Peanut, what's up?
No, no, you cannot go
to Hollywood Boulevard.
Because I said so.
Because it's filled with creeps
trying to get over, that's why.
I'm not gonna argue about this--
Hello?
(knocking)
Police!
Yeah?
How you doing?
Have you seen this kid?
What?
No?
No.
Okay.
You, uh, if you hear anything,
give us a holler.
It's police!
What?
I saw the baby
climb out of a box.
The baby?
Yeah.
It tipped over the box
and just climbed out.
(laughs):
I mean...
I thought I was
hallucinating.
(both laugh)
And then you just let it
crawl into traffic, right?
No. No, no, no,
no, no, no.
I-I had split
by then.
I had to get
some breakfast.
You know, they serve this French
toast over at the church...
Barry, I need you to show me
where the box was.
Yeah.
Okay?
Yeah.
All right, let's go.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Oh, I also got
a partial plate.
I'm gonna fucking
kill you.
So you saw a car
drop off the box?
No, I saw it drive away.
The part that I saw read...
"3D24."
Of course, I need glasses.
(chuckles)
Want me to run it?
I got it.
CHICKIE:
Well, do you know
what kind of car it was?
Yep.
Oh, uh, it was a, um...
El Camino.
Red, '87, '88.
The El Camino's registered
to a Christi Cummings.
C-H-R-I-S-T-Y?
S-T-I.
Okay, she's a 647b.
Been arrested about ten
times-- prostitution, drugs.
I'm gonna call Vice and
see if she's active.
Any updates
on Baby Doe?
Yeah, someone saw
a car drop him off.
It's registered to a woman.
We're gonna see
if we can find her.
Well, I need
to open a case
on the baby in
the next 72 hours.
I'm gonna
put him in
foster care tonight unless
you tell me otherwise.
Okay.
Um, you got a card with
a direct number I can call you?
The baby?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
(crying)
Gonna be all right.
All right.
Okay.
I can't believe this scumbag.
It's so over.
He told me that he
had to take the baby
to the doctor,
on account of
his ex, Brianna,
couldn't do it today.
She's the mom.
(chuckles)
I wouldn't have lent him
the car otherwise.
He's such an asshole!
We're gonna need
scumbag's name.
Skylar Joel.
I'll run it.
(indistinct radio chatter)
OFFICER:
Left, right, left, right, left,
left.
Left, right.
Ready.
Halt.
Left face.
About face.
Perez!
How big are you?
What did you
just say to me?!
Big enough to knock you
on your ass, sir!
That's what I want to hear!
Now, what are we gonna do?
KIDS:
Take back the
neighborhoods, sir!
I can't hear you!
Take back
the neighborhoods, sir!
MORETTA:
That's what I'm
talking about!
Kimmy, you've got to calm down.
I can't understand
a word you're saying.
(siren, emergency horn
in distance)
Dad, they towed Mom's car!
Kimmy, I told you
not to take that car.
Where are you?
I'm on Hollywood Boulevard!
You stay there.
I'm coming to get you.
Don't go anywhere.
Fine.
Just stay there.
(rap music playing)
This guy's got a, uh,
ten-page rap sheet.
Spousal abuse, drug
possession, 211.
Great.
Hey.
(door buzzer sounds)
(TV playing muffled)
SKYLAR:
Who's there?
Open the door, Skylar.
(lock clicking)
Hands! Hands!
Get your hands in the air!
Bathroom! Bathroom!
You're under arrest.
Clear!
No way, man!
Stop!
RUSSELL:
Gun! Gun! Gun!
Stop!
Suspect dropped
their gun.
I got it.
All right, hold it
right there, Skylar.
Hold it.
Stop!
Requesting assistance
at Westlake and 7th.
Westside alley, eyes on suspect.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(siren whoops)
RUSSELL:
Hold it right there.
Come on, Skylar.
Turn around, put your
hands above your head!
I'm not going back
to prison, man.
No way!
Drop your weapon!
No way, man!
You're going back.
Drop! Stay where you are!
Hold it right there.
Drop the
knife, Skylar.
SKYLAR:
No way, I'm not going back!
Russell!
You want to
shoot him?
Yeah!
Hand me the
less lethal.
CHICKIE:
Stay right where you are!
Drop the weapon.
Drop it right now.
SKYLAR:
Go away, man!
I told you,
I'm not dropping
the knife!
Right now, Skylar!
No way, man!
No way!
(pounding on door)
(grunts)
Ow! God, man, no!
Let's go!
It hurt, man!
Get up
and spread your legs.
SKYLAR:
Oh, sh...
COOPER:
You got anything else on you?
SKYLAR:
No! (screams)
CHICKIE:
Six-Adam-four-seven.
Show us how we forward
our location.
Suspect is in custody.
What the hell was that?
Bean bag.
Please, don't shoot me
with that again.
COOPER:
Don't go pulling knives
on cops, asshole.
I been shot, I been stabbed,
and that hurt, man.
(speaking Spanish)
You gonna take care
of my little girl?
Consider it already be done.
I'll take care of
what need to be done out here.
Gracias.
I appreciate it.
All right, my boy.
She need to
go to church.
She needs structure.
Well, Ms. Johnson,
this is, uh,
this is kind of like church.
You smile like that,
the girls just fall over, huh?
I-I don't like her
hanging around
with you people
all the time.
Bad enough she testifying.
I bought this house,
this was a good neighborhood.
Now look at it.
Oh, you have no idea
how bad it gets.
Which is why she
should do this.
I promise, it's
a good thing.
I broke up with Marquece.
That little fool.
You should've done that
a long time ago.
That was fun.
MAN:
Newton turban!
I don't understand
why you're arresting me
for trying to do
the right thing.
I mean, you're allowed
to give up a baby.
You know how many people
tried to buy it off of me?
I could've sold it,
which I did not do.
You can give up a baby
within three days of birth
to a hospital
or a fire station.
The building looked
official, okay?
It had converters and stuff.
It was a power
substation, you idiot.
Where's the mother?
That bitch broke
up with me.
Does she know what you did?
I need to talk
to the mother, Skylar.
She tells me she wants
to go straight.
Then she gets some
dumb-ass job,
and every time
she has a problem,
she dumps the baby on me.
And I don't even know
if it's mine.
I mean, she was screwing about
ten guys at the same time.
Her name.
I need her name.
Do you know why they
towed the car, Kimmy?
'Cause it was
in a tow-away zone.
I'm sorry!
You guys have got
a way home, right?
I'm gonna call
your parents tonight,
so the numbers you gave me
better be right.
You just humiliated me!
Too bad.
(phone rings)
Is that Mommy?
No.
Who is Brianna?
Could you tell her
I need to talk to
her about her son?
Is this about Jimmy?
Your ex, Skylar, decided
to give him away.
He thought it was
for the best.
We found him crawling down
the street on his own.
Oh, my God, is he okay?
He's safe.
Where is he?
Children's Services
has him.
No. Once they get them,
you can't get them back!
I want to see my son now!
Can I see him?
No, not right now.
DCFS has him,
and he's safe.
How did this
happen, Brianna?
I leave him with this woman
while I work--
she's really good--
but she had an emergency
with her own son at school,
and so I told her
to leave him with Skylar.
I usually don't,
but this was an emergency.
According to Skylar,
you leave the baby
with him all the time.
No. That's a lie.
He hates me
because I went straight.
I... The minute I found out
that I was pregnant with Jimmy,
I stopped using.
I got a job right away.
I've never done
anything to hurt him.
I've been trying so hard.
How'd he get the
scar on his leg?
He's like Houdini!
He gets out of everything.
He-he got out of his high chair
and scraped his leg
on the screw that
was holding it together.
I got it secondhand.
I took him to get
a tetanus shot right away.
He has all his shots.
So, we take him
to the E.R.,
get some X rays--
we gonna find anything else?
Some old broken bones,
more scars?
No! I love my son!
He's all that I have.
Please, please can I see him?
MAN:
Now, Dewey graduated
from the academy in 1986.
He wasn't the top of his class,
but he wasn't the bottom--
but close.
(laughter)
Yeah.
No-No Child Left Behind,
you know what I'm saying?
(laughter)
His first assignment
was South Central,
where he did his probation.
Now, he worked there
from '86 to '88,
when he was asked to leave.
(laughter)
Huh? I mean, that's something.
He had 20 mouth-beefs
at the time.
That was a record back then.
21!
Very nice, very nice.
Now, in '98, he went over
to Venice, beach patrol.
Some say he learned
how to drink there.
I think he was working
on his tan the whole time.
(laughter)
Riding around on a bicycle
in a T-shirt and shorts...
(continues indistinctly)
That your
BSS shrink?
Uh-huh.
How much longer
do you have to do that?
Uh, not much longer,
I think.
He uncovering all your deep,
dark Beverly Hills secrets?
Like what?
You know who
my father is, right?
Scumbag defense lawyer,
Ben Sherman?
Yeah.
Yeah.
My father represented
this drug dealer.
Guy's brother went to jail.
Dealer was pissed, thought
it was my dad's fault.
Had some people over
to, uh, visit our house.
Only problem was,
that my dad had already
walked out and left us.
They were pretty pissed off.
I was ten.
After that,
this kid I was in school with,
his, uh, his dad thought
I should learn
to defend myself, so...
he took me and his son
to the gun club every Saturday.
Taught us both to shoot.
(people cheering,
whistling in distance)
You want another?
No.
I'm good.
MAN:
Just one tiny correction
to make.
Uh, in '98,
when I went to Venice,
I already knew how to drink,
I just perfected it!
(people shouting, clapping)
Yeah!
Venice rocked, man,
Venice rocked.
Everybody went around
sporting bikinis...
(whispers):
Hey.
Mia, hi.
Hi, Sal.
How you doing?
I'm doing great.
Great. This is
my daughter Kimmy.
Oh, hi, Kimmy.
Nice to meet you.
Can I talk to you
for a second?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
(laughter)
Whoa!
Hey. Hey!
Let me tell you something,
if those guys saw me coming,
they ran the other way! Aah!
Why did you let him
take the baby?
I already told you,
the woman I leave him with
had an emergency.
I'm trying
to work with you here,
but I have some
very serious concerns.
Can I see him, please?
Not right now.
Can I speak with you
for a moment, privately?
Brianna,
give us a second?
What's the problem?
I'm gonna
open a case,
and she's very likely
gonna lose this baby.
I've worked
with you people before,
and this is not
how you do things.
You're not baby stealers;
you keep the families together.
She has a history
of prostitution,
she's a drug addict,
and she gave the baby to
a meth-addicted father.
I think she...
She's endangering
the child.
What if she's clean?
What if I give her
back the baby
and it winds up
dead in a week?
You do your job,
let me do mine.
But you're not
doing your job,
you're judging her.
The baby deserves a chance
to grow up with his mother.
Yes, she screwed up,
but she's asking
for another chance.
Give it to her.
Yes, can you send in
Ms. Smith, please?
Honey, this is my buddy Tom
I was telling you about.
He's gonna take Richter.
Hi. How are you?
Let's get this
over with, all right?
Okay, sure.
We're gonna go put him
in Tom's truck now, okay?
Fine.
So, Sammy said
you have goats.
300 goats.
It's a business,
honey.
Rent-a-Rumanant--
they clear brush.
Fire prevention.
No kidding?
They clear brush
faster than a crew.
They never call in sick,
no chemicals,
no waste--
they're green as hell.
Never thought I'd be one
of those ecological do-gooders.
Open up.
Hey there, big fella.
You want to help me
herd some goats?
(barking)
Huh? You're
confused, ain't ya?
Bring him out.
Come on, Tammi,
let's do this.
All right, all right.
Come on!
Give me a second!
Come on.
I know. Me, too.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you a lot.
Not here, not here.
Come on, Sal, one kiss.
Sal.
(groans)
Most of all, I...
(man whistles)
wish you luck,
Dewey, with...
whatever you do
in retirement.
(scattered chuckles)
Wow!
(man shouts indistinctly)
(chatter, whooping)
My God, hey....
Hey, wait, did... did you
write that speech yourself?
(laughter)
My God!
DEWEY:
What the hell
do you mean
you don't know what I'm
gonna do in retirement?
In case you
haven't noticed
this beautiful
new uniform of mine,
I'm gonna go to work
on movie sets.
(rowdy shouts, whooping)
Hey, hey, they're gonna take
one look at my ass
on my motorcycle,
and they're gonna make me
(whooping)
a star, baby! Yeah!
Hey, and I got my boys
in the back to thank for that.
You guys just tell me
how much I owe...
Dad, she's so cool.
What?!
She's so beautiful.
I've seen her
on the news.
You're being disrespectful
towards your mother.
Mom's a bitch.
Shh!
You will never talk that way
about your mother, you hear me?
Kimmy?
Kimmy!
You think he'll
go back to prison?
Yeah. Three strikes law.
And he's got about eight.
Child endangerment,
child abandonment.
He violated his parole
with the drugs.
Attempted murder
on an officer.
Good.
They're not gonna let me
have my baby back, are they?
Probably not.
I'm begging you
to help me get Jimmy back.
I'm begging you.
Please.
I need another chance.
He's all I've got.
(whimpers)
(screaming):
Stop!
DEWEY:
For those of you that don't
know-- my beautiful wife.
(cheers and whistles)
I can't thank you enough
for coming back to me.
I'm sure it had absolutely
nothing to do with
my tax-free medical pension.
(laughter)
Where the hell's my shrink?
My shrink is here somewhere.
And my sponsor.
In the back-- beautiful ladies.
I want to bang you both!
(laughter)
I'm kidding.
I'm kidding, sweetheart.
Uh, you know, in
all seriousness,
you know, I-I know
I messed up.
They say I've got a disease
called addiction.
Personally, I just think
I'm an asshole.
But, uh, you know,
I just want to say,
that there hasn't been a day
that's gone by-- drunk, sober--
that I haven't loved this job.
I love this job.
I love you guys.
(phone rings,
applause, cheers)
(ringing continues)
Let's have a couple
drinks, all right?
What is it, Janila?
They shot up our house.
What?!
(tearfully):
They shot up our house.
Are you all right?
We're okay.
We'll be right there.
Okay?
I'm sending a squad car over.
(rock music playing)
(growling, fabric ripping)
Were there ever drugs
in the glove compartment?
Come here.
It's okay.
Fucking kid.
He borrowed it last week.
(sighs)
I can't take this dog.
He could go nuts.
Hurt a goat.
It's okay.
I-I totally understand.
Don't worry about it.
(helicopter circling overhead)
She break up with the fool,
you think he gonna
take that lying down?
Ms. Johnson, I
realize you're upset.
But I need you to calm down.
SAMMY:
Are you gonna help
me out here or not?
D.A.: I told you,
we don't have the funds.
The girl's an associate
of Grape St.
Who cares who it was!
They're in real danger here.
I'm sorry,
we don't have the money.
You're sorry.
You wonder why we can't get
anybody to testify?
That was kinda sad.
Yeah.
Oh, my speech sucked.
It was, uh, kind of
anemic, I have to say.
(chuckling)
Uh, this is me.
So, there's a lot more
to that story, isn't there?
People were in your house?
Yeah.
Where were you?
I gotta go.
Oka-Okay.
See you.
See you.
Yeah.
You aren't connected
with your family?
I was abused
by my father.
My mother looked
the other way.
Have you been in therapy
to deal with all this?
Yes. I saw someone
from "Children of the Night"
when I first got clean.
Are you affiliated
with a church?
I mostly go to MCC in Hollywood.
They're kind of gay,
but they're really nice
and I can bring Jimmy.
Do you have a sponsor?
There's this woman I talk to.
She's really nice.
It hurts!
What hurts?
Kimmy, what hurts?!
I got my bellybutton pierced
on Hollywood Blvd.
You did what?
Do you know
how dangerous that is?
Do you know you can catch HIV
from that?
Hep C!
I want the name
of the person who did it
'cause I'm shutting them down!
Dad, will you
stop yelling at me?!
All you do is yell at me.
I'm not yelling at you!
Yes, you are!
All right, look, I can
start a file for her
in the voluntary
reunification program.
Get her the support
she needs.
You can't parent
in a vacuum.
Thank you.
Get her into a parenting group,
appropriate day care.
I need to take
a picture of Jimmy,
and then I need to see
where she's living.
Now? Tonight?
That's right.
Okay.
(crying)
Can you remove
the clothes?
I need to take a
picture of his body.
Seventy bucks.
Change.
I really appreciate
what y'all are doing
for me and my
granddaughter.
It's no problem.
They have a pool.
I'm a really good swimmer.
My ass is on the line
here and so is yours.
I know.
Thank you.
Take care.
(rings doorbell)
Is he home?
You called me.
That was four months ago.
You look good.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
This mother lost
her baby and...
we found the baby crawling
down the street by himself.
One year old.
Yeah, I heard about it
on the news.
The baby's back
with his mom.
I think they're
gonna be fine.
You okay?
I think I made a mistake.
You know? With you.
I really do want a kid.
I gotta... I gotta go inside.
Yeah, I know. I know.
You take care.
(door closes)
* All I can ever be to you
* Is a darkness that we knew
* And this regret I've got
accustomed to *
* It's my responsibility
* You don't owe nothing to me
* But, to walk away,
I have no capacity *
* He walks away,
the sun goes down *
* He takes the day,
but I'm grown *
* And in your way,
in this blue shade *
* My tears dry on their own.
WOMAN:
Can you remove
the clothes?
I need to take a
picture of his body.
(baby crying)
(crying continues)
MAN:
Detective Lydia Adams,
at the end of a very long day,
had to give up a baby.
It wasn't the first time.
You know what
a Mozambique is?
BEN:
Uh, Failure drill, right?
Two the body,
one to the head?
Yeah.
Used to be called
the Mozambique.
PC crap-- nothing can
be called what it is.
You know why they call it
the Mozambique?
Nah.
Those crazy revolutionary
dudes over there
used to chew this drug
called "khat."
Mm-hmm.
Hits the nervous system.
It's like amphetamine.
You chew the leaves,
you're impervious.
Hey, hey!
Hey.
I told my wife
about you.
Good job, son.
(chuckles)
Thank you.
Dewey's an asshole,
but he's one of us.
Yeah. All right.
Thanks.
Have a good one.
Yeah.
All right, anyway,
1974-- this soldier,
he's defending the
airport there, right?
Got a sidearm.
This khat-chewing
crazy-ass fucker,
he comes running at him
with an AK-47, firing bullets.
They were just spraying
bullets everywhere.
He's missing him, right?
Yeah.
So the soldier fires two
to the center mass.
The khat-chewin' bastard,
he doesn't feel it.
They don't put you up
for the Medal for this,
something's wrong.
(laughs)
Thank you.
JOHN: Yeah. For the whole
30 seconds he's been on the job,
he definitely deserves
the Medal of Valor.
You done us proud.
Thank you.
CHICKIE: Six-eight-47,
show us clear.
So, after the double-tap,
soldier fires one to the head--
right between the eyes.
You know why?
Yeah, there's no bone
to deflect the bullet.
Bang! He goes down.
So, seriously--
where'd you learn to shoot?
Beverly Hills Gun Club.
Thought you knew.
You're fucking with me.
CHICKIE:
I don't think so.
Get in the back, Spago.
Sorry.
(dog barking)
I think your wife's
been blogging my wife.
She's been getting
all pissy with me suddenly.
(barking continues)
I'm gonna kill that
fucking dog.
(barking continues)
MAN (slurring):
He owes me money...
ANDY: Okay.
and he said he wasn't,
he said he wasn't gonna
pay me back, no, sir.
That's not right at all.
ANDY: How much money
he owe you, sir?
How much does
he owe you, sir?
Three dollars.
Are you kidding me?
Three dollars?
That's what he owes you?
You're missing
the point here.
He said he wasn't
gonna pay me back!
This is
a bad economy.
All right.
We're done here.
Uh, guy says he did it;
we have witnesses.
It's a ground ball.
Kenny and I will--
we'll wait for S.I.D.
KENNY:
We're good. Go ahead.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah.
Sammy, you need
a ride back?
Yeah.
Janila?
Sweetheart,
what are you doing?
I live down the street.
Really?
Yeah.
They haven't
moved you yet?
No.
(sighs)
(clears throat)
So how are you?
Okay.
I heard
from this boy at our school
that you guys, like,
have junior police kids
work for y'all.
What we have
is the Explorers program.
And, actually,
Detective Moretta helps run it.
Remember him?
Hi.
You want to be
an Explorer?
What all does
it consist of?
Well, it's, uh, it's
basically for kids
who think they might want
to go into law enforcement.
We'll meet up once a week;
we train you;
you'll move through the ranks,
just like in the academy,
and, uh, you get
to train other kids.
I'll join.
(detectives chuckling)
NATE:
That was easy.
SAMMY:
You know, you're already
helping us out by testifying.
You know that, right?
Yeah.
But it's very important
that you don't go
telling people about it.
Remember?
We talked about that.
So, what are you gonna
say about Dewey?
I know it's really weird...
I kinda like the guy.
He's kind of a turd.
(Chickie laughs)
Whoa! Whoa!
211 in progress!
Gun! Gun!
(tires screech)
JOHN: Hey, hey, wait!
Hey! Where you going?
(man shouting
in Arabic inside)
(shouting in Arabic
continues)
(panting rapidly)
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun now!
(shouting in Arabic continues)
Drop the gun!
Drop the gun! Drop the gun
or I will shoot you!
(shouting continues)
Drop the gun!
Put it down!
Put it down! Turn around!
Turn around,
put your hands on the glass!
(man speaking Arabic)
Hands on the case!
Hands on the case!
Shut up!
(man speaking Arabic)
You! Outside now!
Go! Go!
(man shouting in Arabic)
Go now! Shut up!
Shut up! Shut up now!
Shut up!
Down. Stay down!
(speaking Arabic)
Shut up. Shut up!
(speaking Arabic)
Yeah, shut up.
About a hundred things
you did wrong.
This man,
he works at this market.
He was being robbed
by this gentleman,
who may or may not
have a gun.
Do you have a gun, sir?
Dude got it off me.
Yeah.
You may be a great shot,
but you still know shit
about being a cop.
CHICKIE:
Sit up. Sit up!
Number one: things aren't
always what they seem.
CHICKIE:
Sit up.
The victim can be
the suspect;
suspect can be the victim.
Unhook him.
Number two:
you wait for us.
You do not take
action by yourself.
Yes, sir.
We work as partners.
Yes, sir.
Now you apologize to him.
I'm very sorry, sir.
You okay?
He's new.
You get his info.
Yes, sir.
CHICKIE:
Let's go.
(car alarm wailing in distance)
Move over.
Move over!
Come on. That's good.
CHICKIE:
Six-eight-47,
show us en route
to the station with
one in custody.
DISPATCH (over radio):
Six-eight-47, copy.
Got caught up in the
John Wayne syndrome.
You lost your position
of advantage.
Yes, sir.
Could've been a second,
third suspect.
Could've been a layoff man
waiting to shoot at you.
John... John!
Stop the car!
(tires screech)
(horns blare)
JOHN:
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold it! Stop!
JOHN:
Stop!
Okay. Hi.
JOHN:
I got it.
What the heck?
(horns honking)
(baby fussing)
LYDIA:
Hey, there...
(baby fusses)
I don't know, maybe the mom
ran to the store or something,
got picked up; didn't tell
the cops about the baby?
RUSSELL:
Maybe it was a carjacking.
They look in the backseat,
they see the baby,
and they freak out
and they dump it...
Or maybe God
dropped it down.
You know, from Heaven.
We're gonna stay here
and keep canvassing the area.
RUSSELL:
Let us know if you
have any answers,
and we'll call
Media Relations.
Thank you.
All right.
Oh, man, Russell,
we didn't bring a car seat.
It's four blocks.
You can just hold him.
Look, just, you know,
sit in the backseat,
I'll drive real slow.
Promise.
Okay.
He's a big man.
Handsome little man.
Isn't he?
Let's go for a ride.
SAMMY:
This is our star witness
in a gang trial.
When was
the last time you had
a witness come forward
like this, huh?
Detective...
How about never?
There's a budget crisis.
Maybe you've noticed?
Okay? I'm sorry, we're
not relocating them.
This is bullshit.
No, they're Hispanic
gang members.
She doesn't even live
in their neighborhood.
I don't see
the threat here.
Hello? They have
these things called cars.
Yeah, and so they're
gonna go across town
and try to find her
in a black neighborhood.
Yeah.
Yeah.
No, I don't think so.
I'm late for court.
(sighs)
Just get her
into the Explorers.
You know she has
to apply, right?
I know, but no
bullshit.
I don't care
if she's got D's in school.
Just let her in.
Don't worry about it, man.
She's in.
Hey, does my ass
look big in these?
RUSSELL:
Okay, that was DCFS.
They're sending over
an emergency response worker.
(baby crying)
Media Relations hasn't even
put out a bulletin.
And you know what's
gonna happen--
they're just gonna
dump him in the system,
just like they do
with all of the other cases.
(baby crying)
LYDIA: Hey, buddy, let's
get this diaper changed.
(crying)
Come on...
(crying stops)
(gently):
Ooh...
Man!
What the hell!
(baby crying)
LYDIA (gently):
Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Ooh-wee!
A big load right there!
Russ...
Yeah.
Look at this.
FEMALE REPORTER:
Today, in the Southland,
a baby boy believed
to be about ten months old,
was found crawling
across this street in Hollywood,
according to
the Los Angeles Police.
Let me try that
one more time.
Hey! Anything else
you can tell me?
Nope.
MAN:
Officer! Officer...
Is that baby okay?
Yeah, it's fine.
How you doing, shitbird?
I'm a little high right now.
Yeah?
(both laughing)
Yeah.
So, uh, anything
you can tell me?
Maybe drug deal
gone bad?
Somebody tried
to sell the kid?
Something like that?
No?
Yeah?
No.
Okay. All right.
Thanks.
Hey, I just got off the phone
with, uh, Riverside.
There've got a mother who filed
a missing baby report
two days ago.
So she's coming over here
to see if it's hers.
What?
Well, she might have done
something to her kid,
'cause her story's
kind of hinky.
And we're supposed to just
hand this baby to her?
Come on, Lyd.
What if it's
really her kid?
So, uh, about Dewey's party...
Wait, w-why do I have
to go to this thing?
N-Nobody liked him, right?
I never even met the guy.
It's a chance for you
to meet some of my friends.
Oh, y-you mean the wives?
Yeah, what's wrong
with that? Huh?
I-I have nothing in common
with these women!
Nothing!
You don't know that.
They probably all belong to
a nice little book club,
read Ann Rice novels.
You're being ridiculous, Tammi.
I found this guy.
Um, he's a retired cop
out in Thousand Oaks.
And he said he'd meet us there,
take Richter.
Tammi,
it's better for the dog.
He can run around,
work off that energy.
Fine.
He's my only friend, and you
want to take him away from me.
You know that this is
the right thing for him.
The guy has goats.
He can herd goats.
(scoffs)
Tam...
You honestly think it's
a good idea if she comes?
No.
She's gonna
freak, bro.
Dewey of all people.
Come on, seriously.
Can you imagine the
freakin' speeches?
There won't be any.
(laughter)
You coming, Kenny?
Coming where?
(laughter)
Retirement party, man.
You got to go.
You didn't get the e-mail,
seriously?
No.
(laughter)
Hey, Janila.
Hey, Janila!
Hey, sweetheart,
uh, come with me.
I'll show you my friend
who runs the Explorers.
They said I had
to get a sponsor.
Will you sponsor me?
Of course.
Are you kidding?
Um, they said that I had
to have a parent sign it.
But my dad's in jail,
and my mom's on drugs.
I live with my grandmother.
You mean she's
your guardian, yeah?
Yeah.
Perfect.
Yeah, no problem.
Come on.
Have fun.
You better be kidding me.
No, no, I don't think
it's a good idea.
Come on, Sal.
You don't think about me?
Hmm?
Don't you miss me?
Of course I still
think about you.
A lot, all right?
Way more than I should.
Mia, that's my kid calling.
I got to take this, all right?
All right.
Okay.
Hey, Peanut, what's up?
No, no, you cannot go
to Hollywood Boulevard.
Because I said so.
Because it's filled with creeps
trying to get over, that's why.
I'm not gonna argue about this--
Hello?
(knocking)
Police!
Yeah?
How you doing?
Have you seen this kid?
What?
No?
No.
Okay.
You, uh, if you hear anything,
give us a holler.
It's police!
What?
I saw the baby
climb out of a box.
The baby?
Yeah.
It tipped over the box
and just climbed out.
(laughs):
I mean...
I thought I was
hallucinating.
(both laugh)
And then you just let it
crawl into traffic, right?
No. No, no, no,
no, no, no.
I-I had split
by then.
I had to get
some breakfast.
You know, they serve this French
toast over at the church...
Barry, I need you to show me
where the box was.
Yeah.
Okay?
Yeah.
All right, let's go.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Oh, I also got
a partial plate.
I'm gonna fucking
kill you.
So you saw a car
drop off the box?
No, I saw it drive away.
The part that I saw read...
"3D24."
Of course, I need glasses.
(chuckles)
Want me to run it?
I got it.
CHICKIE:
Well, do you know
what kind of car it was?
Yep.
Oh, uh, it was a, um...
El Camino.
Red, '87, '88.
The El Camino's registered
to a Christi Cummings.
C-H-R-I-S-T-Y?
S-T-I.
Okay, she's a 647b.
Been arrested about ten
times-- prostitution, drugs.
I'm gonna call Vice and
see if she's active.
Any updates
on Baby Doe?
Yeah, someone saw
a car drop him off.
It's registered to a woman.
We're gonna see
if we can find her.
Well, I need
to open a case
on the baby in
the next 72 hours.
I'm gonna
put him in
foster care tonight unless
you tell me otherwise.
Okay.
Um, you got a card with
a direct number I can call you?
The baby?
Oh, yeah, sorry.
(crying)
Gonna be all right.
All right.
Okay.
I can't believe this scumbag.
It's so over.
He told me that he
had to take the baby
to the doctor,
on account of
his ex, Brianna,
couldn't do it today.
She's the mom.
(chuckles)
I wouldn't have lent him
the car otherwise.
He's such an asshole!
We're gonna need
scumbag's name.
Skylar Joel.
I'll run it.
(indistinct radio chatter)
OFFICER:
Left, right, left, right, left,
left.
Left, right.
Ready.
Halt.
Left face.
About face.
Perez!
How big are you?
What did you
just say to me?!
Big enough to knock you
on your ass, sir!
That's what I want to hear!
Now, what are we gonna do?
KIDS:
Take back the
neighborhoods, sir!
I can't hear you!
Take back
the neighborhoods, sir!
MORETTA:
That's what I'm
talking about!
Kimmy, you've got to calm down.
I can't understand
a word you're saying.
(siren, emergency horn
in distance)
Dad, they towed Mom's car!
Kimmy, I told you
not to take that car.
Where are you?
I'm on Hollywood Boulevard!
You stay there.
I'm coming to get you.
Don't go anywhere.
Fine.
Just stay there.
(rap music playing)
This guy's got a, uh,
ten-page rap sheet.
Spousal abuse, drug
possession, 211.
Great.
Hey.
(door buzzer sounds)
(TV playing muffled)
SKYLAR:
Who's there?
Open the door, Skylar.
(lock clicking)
Hands! Hands!
Get your hands in the air!
Bathroom! Bathroom!
You're under arrest.
Clear!
No way, man!
Stop!
RUSSELL:
Gun! Gun! Gun!
Stop!
Suspect dropped
their gun.
I got it.
All right, hold it
right there, Skylar.
Hold it.
Stop!
Requesting assistance
at Westlake and 7th.
Westside alley, eyes on suspect.
(indistinct radio chatter)
(siren whoops)
RUSSELL:
Hold it right there.
Come on, Skylar.
Turn around, put your
hands above your head!
I'm not going back
to prison, man.
No way!
Drop your weapon!
No way, man!
You're going back.
Drop! Stay where you are!
Hold it right there.
Drop the
knife, Skylar.
SKYLAR:
No way, I'm not going back!
Russell!
You want to
shoot him?
Yeah!
Hand me the
less lethal.
CHICKIE:
Stay right where you are!
Drop the weapon.
Drop it right now.
SKYLAR:
Go away, man!
I told you,
I'm not dropping
the knife!
Right now, Skylar!
No way, man!
No way!
(pounding on door)
(grunts)
Ow! God, man, no!
Let's go!
It hurt, man!
Get up
and spread your legs.
SKYLAR:
Oh, sh...
COOPER:
You got anything else on you?
SKYLAR:
No! (screams)
CHICKIE:
Six-Adam-four-seven.
Show us how we forward
our location.
Suspect is in custody.
What the hell was that?
Bean bag.
Please, don't shoot me
with that again.
COOPER:
Don't go pulling knives
on cops, asshole.
I been shot, I been stabbed,
and that hurt, man.
(speaking Spanish)
You gonna take care
of my little girl?
Consider it already be done.
I'll take care of
what need to be done out here.
Gracias.
I appreciate it.
All right, my boy.
She need to
go to church.
She needs structure.
Well, Ms. Johnson,
this is, uh,
this is kind of like church.
You smile like that,
the girls just fall over, huh?
I-I don't like her
hanging around
with you people
all the time.
Bad enough she testifying.
I bought this house,
this was a good neighborhood.
Now look at it.
Oh, you have no idea
how bad it gets.
Which is why she
should do this.
I promise, it's
a good thing.
I broke up with Marquece.
That little fool.
You should've done that
a long time ago.
That was fun.
MAN:
Newton turban!
I don't understand
why you're arresting me
for trying to do
the right thing.
I mean, you're allowed
to give up a baby.
You know how many people
tried to buy it off of me?
I could've sold it,
which I did not do.
You can give up a baby
within three days of birth
to a hospital
or a fire station.
The building looked
official, okay?
It had converters and stuff.
It was a power
substation, you idiot.
Where's the mother?
That bitch broke
up with me.
Does she know what you did?
I need to talk
to the mother, Skylar.
She tells me she wants
to go straight.
Then she gets some
dumb-ass job,
and every time
she has a problem,
she dumps the baby on me.
And I don't even know
if it's mine.
I mean, she was screwing about
ten guys at the same time.
Her name.
I need her name.
Do you know why they
towed the car, Kimmy?
'Cause it was
in a tow-away zone.
I'm sorry!
You guys have got
a way home, right?
I'm gonna call
your parents tonight,
so the numbers you gave me
better be right.
You just humiliated me!
Too bad.
(phone rings)
Is that Mommy?
No.
Who is Brianna?
Could you tell her
I need to talk to
her about her son?
Is this about Jimmy?
Your ex, Skylar, decided
to give him away.
He thought it was
for the best.
We found him crawling down
the street on his own.
Oh, my God, is he okay?
He's safe.
Where is he?
Children's Services
has him.
No. Once they get them,
you can't get them back!
I want to see my son now!
Can I see him?
No, not right now.
DCFS has him,
and he's safe.
How did this
happen, Brianna?
I leave him with this woman
while I work--
she's really good--
but she had an emergency
with her own son at school,
and so I told her
to leave him with Skylar.
I usually don't,
but this was an emergency.
According to Skylar,
you leave the baby
with him all the time.
No. That's a lie.
He hates me
because I went straight.
I... The minute I found out
that I was pregnant with Jimmy,
I stopped using.
I got a job right away.
I've never done
anything to hurt him.
I've been trying so hard.
How'd he get the
scar on his leg?
He's like Houdini!
He gets out of everything.
He-he got out of his high chair
and scraped his leg
on the screw that
was holding it together.
I got it secondhand.
I took him to get
a tetanus shot right away.
He has all his shots.
So, we take him
to the E.R.,
get some X rays--
we gonna find anything else?
Some old broken bones,
more scars?
No! I love my son!
He's all that I have.
Please, please can I see him?
MAN:
Now, Dewey graduated
from the academy in 1986.
He wasn't the top of his class,
but he wasn't the bottom--
but close.
(laughter)
Yeah.
No-No Child Left Behind,
you know what I'm saying?
(laughter)
His first assignment
was South Central,
where he did his probation.
Now, he worked there
from '86 to '88,
when he was asked to leave.
(laughter)
Huh? I mean, that's something.
He had 20 mouth-beefs
at the time.
That was a record back then.
21!
Very nice, very nice.
Now, in '98, he went over
to Venice, beach patrol.
Some say he learned
how to drink there.
I think he was working
on his tan the whole time.
(laughter)
Riding around on a bicycle
in a T-shirt and shorts...
(continues indistinctly)
That your
BSS shrink?
Uh-huh.
How much longer
do you have to do that?
Uh, not much longer,
I think.
He uncovering all your deep,
dark Beverly Hills secrets?
Like what?
You know who
my father is, right?
Scumbag defense lawyer,
Ben Sherman?
Yeah.
Yeah.
My father represented
this drug dealer.
Guy's brother went to jail.
Dealer was pissed, thought
it was my dad's fault.
Had some people over
to, uh, visit our house.
Only problem was,
that my dad had already
walked out and left us.
They were pretty pissed off.
I was ten.
After that,
this kid I was in school with,
his, uh, his dad thought
I should learn
to defend myself, so...
he took me and his son
to the gun club every Saturday.
Taught us both to shoot.
(people cheering,
whistling in distance)
You want another?
No.
I'm good.
MAN:
Just one tiny correction
to make.
Uh, in '98,
when I went to Venice,
I already knew how to drink,
I just perfected it!
(people shouting, clapping)
Yeah!
Venice rocked, man,
Venice rocked.
Everybody went around
sporting bikinis...
(whispers):
Hey.
Mia, hi.
Hi, Sal.
How you doing?
I'm doing great.
Great. This is
my daughter Kimmy.
Oh, hi, Kimmy.
Nice to meet you.
Can I talk to you
for a second?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
(laughter)
Whoa!
Hey. Hey!
Let me tell you something,
if those guys saw me coming,
they ran the other way! Aah!
Why did you let him
take the baby?
I already told you,
the woman I leave him with
had an emergency.
I'm trying
to work with you here,
but I have some
very serious concerns.
Can I see him, please?
Not right now.
Can I speak with you
for a moment, privately?
Brianna,
give us a second?
What's the problem?
I'm gonna
open a case,
and she's very likely
gonna lose this baby.
I've worked
with you people before,
and this is not
how you do things.
You're not baby stealers;
you keep the families together.
She has a history
of prostitution,
she's a drug addict,
and she gave the baby to
a meth-addicted father.
I think she...
She's endangering
the child.
What if she's clean?
What if I give her
back the baby
and it winds up
dead in a week?
You do your job,
let me do mine.
But you're not
doing your job,
you're judging her.
The baby deserves a chance
to grow up with his mother.
Yes, she screwed up,
but she's asking
for another chance.
Give it to her.
Yes, can you send in
Ms. Smith, please?
Honey, this is my buddy Tom
I was telling you about.
He's gonna take Richter.
Hi. How are you?
Let's get this
over with, all right?
Okay, sure.
We're gonna go put him
in Tom's truck now, okay?
Fine.
So, Sammy said
you have goats.
300 goats.
It's a business,
honey.
Rent-a-Rumanant--
they clear brush.
Fire prevention.
No kidding?
They clear brush
faster than a crew.
They never call in sick,
no chemicals,
no waste--
they're green as hell.
Never thought I'd be one
of those ecological do-gooders.
Open up.
Hey there, big fella.
You want to help me
herd some goats?
(barking)
Huh? You're
confused, ain't ya?
Bring him out.
Come on, Tammi,
let's do this.
All right, all right.
Come on!
Give me a second!
Come on.
I know. Me, too.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you a lot.
Not here, not here.
Come on, Sal, one kiss.
Sal.
(groans)
Most of all, I...
(man whistles)
wish you luck,
Dewey, with...
whatever you do
in retirement.
(scattered chuckles)
Wow!
(man shouts indistinctly)
(chatter, whooping)
My God, hey....
Hey, wait, did... did you
write that speech yourself?
(laughter)
My God!
DEWEY:
What the hell
do you mean
you don't know what I'm
gonna do in retirement?
In case you
haven't noticed
this beautiful
new uniform of mine,
I'm gonna go to work
on movie sets.
(rowdy shouts, whooping)
Hey, hey, they're gonna take
one look at my ass
on my motorcycle,
and they're gonna make me
(whooping)
a star, baby! Yeah!
Hey, and I got my boys
in the back to thank for that.
You guys just tell me
how much I owe...
Dad, she's so cool.
What?!
She's so beautiful.
I've seen her
on the news.
You're being disrespectful
towards your mother.
Mom's a bitch.
Shh!
You will never talk that way
about your mother, you hear me?
Kimmy?
Kimmy!
You think he'll
go back to prison?
Yeah. Three strikes law.
And he's got about eight.
Child endangerment,
child abandonment.
He violated his parole
with the drugs.
Attempted murder
on an officer.
Good.
They're not gonna let me
have my baby back, are they?
Probably not.
I'm begging you
to help me get Jimmy back.
I'm begging you.
Please.
I need another chance.
He's all I've got.
(whimpers)
(screaming):
Stop!
DEWEY:
For those of you that don't
know-- my beautiful wife.
(cheers and whistles)
I can't thank you enough
for coming back to me.
I'm sure it had absolutely
nothing to do with
my tax-free medical pension.
(laughter)
Where the hell's my shrink?
My shrink is here somewhere.
And my sponsor.
In the back-- beautiful ladies.
I want to bang you both!
(laughter)
I'm kidding.
I'm kidding, sweetheart.
Uh, you know, in
all seriousness,
you know, I-I know
I messed up.
They say I've got a disease
called addiction.
Personally, I just think
I'm an asshole.
But, uh, you know,
I just want to say,
that there hasn't been a day
that's gone by-- drunk, sober--
that I haven't loved this job.
I love this job.
I love you guys.
(phone rings,
applause, cheers)
(ringing continues)
Let's have a couple
drinks, all right?
What is it, Janila?
They shot up our house.
What?!
(tearfully):
They shot up our house.
Are you all right?
We're okay.
We'll be right there.
Okay?
I'm sending a squad car over.
(rock music playing)
(growling, fabric ripping)
Were there ever drugs
in the glove compartment?
Come here.
It's okay.
Fucking kid.
He borrowed it last week.
(sighs)
I can't take this dog.
He could go nuts.
Hurt a goat.
It's okay.
I-I totally understand.
Don't worry about it.
(helicopter circling overhead)
She break up with the fool,
you think he gonna
take that lying down?
Ms. Johnson, I
realize you're upset.
But I need you to calm down.
SAMMY:
Are you gonna help
me out here or not?
D.A.: I told you,
we don't have the funds.
The girl's an associate
of Grape St.
Who cares who it was!
They're in real danger here.
I'm sorry,
we don't have the money.
You're sorry.
You wonder why we can't get
anybody to testify?
That was kinda sad.
Yeah.
Oh, my speech sucked.
It was, uh, kind of
anemic, I have to say.
(chuckling)
Uh, this is me.
So, there's a lot more
to that story, isn't there?
People were in your house?
Yeah.
Where were you?
I gotta go.
Oka-Okay.
See you.
See you.
Yeah.
You aren't connected
with your family?
I was abused
by my father.
My mother looked
the other way.
Have you been in therapy
to deal with all this?
Yes. I saw someone
from "Children of the Night"
when I first got clean.
Are you affiliated
with a church?
I mostly go to MCC in Hollywood.
They're kind of gay,
but they're really nice
and I can bring Jimmy.
Do you have a sponsor?
There's this woman I talk to.
She's really nice.
It hurts!
What hurts?
Kimmy, what hurts?!
I got my bellybutton pierced
on Hollywood Blvd.
You did what?
Do you know
how dangerous that is?
Do you know you can catch HIV
from that?
Hep C!
I want the name
of the person who did it
'cause I'm shutting them down!
Dad, will you
stop yelling at me?!
All you do is yell at me.
I'm not yelling at you!
Yes, you are!
All right, look, I can
start a file for her
in the voluntary
reunification program.
Get her the support
she needs.
You can't parent
in a vacuum.
Thank you.
Get her into a parenting group,
appropriate day care.
I need to take
a picture of Jimmy,
and then I need to see
where she's living.
Now? Tonight?
That's right.
Okay.
(crying)
Can you remove
the clothes?
I need to take a
picture of his body.
Seventy bucks.
Change.
I really appreciate
what y'all are doing
for me and my
granddaughter.
It's no problem.
They have a pool.
I'm a really good swimmer.
My ass is on the line
here and so is yours.
I know.
Thank you.
Take care.
(rings doorbell)
Is he home?
You called me.
That was four months ago.
You look good.
What are you doing?
I don't know.
This mother lost
her baby and...
we found the baby crawling
down the street by himself.
One year old.
Yeah, I heard about it
on the news.
The baby's back
with his mom.
I think they're
gonna be fine.
You okay?
I think I made a mistake.
You know? With you.
I really do want a kid.
I gotta... I gotta go inside.
Yeah, I know. I know.
You take care.
(door closes)
* All I can ever be to you
* Is a darkness that we knew
* And this regret I've got
accustomed to *
* It's my responsibility
* You don't owe nothing to me
* But, to walk away,
I have no capacity *
* He walks away,
the sun goes down *
* He takes the day,
but I'm grown *
* And in your way,
in this blue shade *
* My tears dry on their own.