Southland (2009–2013): Season 1, Episode 3 - See the Woman - full transcript
Ben reveals details of his past and why he chose to be a cop to Cooper. Meanwhile, Dewey's friendship with a burnt-out actor causes a rift in his partnership with Chickie.
(loud music, indistinct chatter)
DEWEY:
Officer down!
I'm in the
freakin' bedroom!
Come on!
I'm in the bedroom!
Come and get me!
(John laughs)
Come on, man.
This is a...
(man laughing)
Is he wearing
underwear?
I don't know.
It's funny, right?
Come on. Just give
the key. Unlock me.
Come on. Just unlock me!
No, no, don't do that.
That's not right.
That's not right! Don't!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
MAN:
Three officers
started out the day
thinking they had
nothing in common.
By end of shift, two of them
found out this was not true.
What happened
to Dr. Breslow?
He retired rather
suddenly, I'm afraid.
Did he get shot?
What? Uh, no.
No?
No. No, no...
I thought maybe a hostage
situation or something.
Yeah...
(laughs)
Yes.
How long you
been doing this?
Um, this is
my second day.
Your sec... All right.
Well, you're doing good.
(laughs)
Well, uh, thank
you very much.
Oh, sure.
What kind of practice
did you have before this?
Private.
The, uh, well-off worried.
Should their kids transfer
from Crossroads
to Harvard-Westlake?
Someone got a better facelift
than someone else.
That sort of thing.
I went to Harvard-Westlake.
Oh.
I transferred out
after a semester.
My father stopped paying
the tuition.
How'd you feel about that?
What?
How did you
feel about that?
(chuckles)
I was pretty confused
at that point.
My, uh...
My father walked out
on my mom and me.
We were living in this big house
off of Sunset.
(sighs)
And I started going
to public school.
Dr. Breslow...
(clears his throat)
...mentioned
that there was...
(papers riffling)
...a violent incident
in your childhood.
Is that right?
Would you mind my asking
what happened?
My father's a defense attorney.
One of his clients broke
into our house.
My father had already split.
My mom and I were there.
Go on.
They beat her up.
You saw this?
Yeah, I did.
How old were you?
I was ten.
So you're ten
years old,
your father
walks out on you,
drug dealers beat
up your Mom, and...
it's fine?
And now I'm a cop.
Thank you, Dr. Freud.
(sighs)
Says here that this
is your last session.
How do you feel
about the shooting?
I'm okay with it.
(sighs)
I didn't enjoy it.
It was unavoidable.
Some guys, they work 20 years,
they never have
to shoot anybody.
It's just weird.
How much it means
to guys like that.
I'm okay with it.
Good.
Good.
Good. All right.
Well, I'm gonna go to work.
All right,
well, I, uh...
I wish you luck.
Yeah, you, too.
So that wraps it
up there, right?
Yup.
Being from Beverly
Hills and all,
you must have been
in lots of therapy.
Yeah, it's definitely
not my first time at the rodeo.
What about you?
You ever been in therapy?
Yeah.
When my marriage ended.
It was good.
Worked some things out.
DISPATCH:
Six Adam 43, see the man.
Possible stolen vehicle
at 455 Tiffany Circle.
What the hell
does that mean?
Donte, Po-po's here.
Yeah. All right. Peace.
Sir, your car was stolen?
Yeah.
Azure got jacked.
Playoffs coming up, dude.
I can't be in that
kind of trouble.
Can you be
more specific?
Went out last night,
hit some places,
came home,
some people came to chill,
Bentley Azure got jacked.
So you want to file
a police report
for a stolen vehicle?
You ever go for some strange?
Excuse me?
All right.
All right,
come here.
Come here.
(clears throat)
I'm married,
all right?
My wife is in St. Barts
with Donte Junior.
She has this dog,
a Great Dane.
I don't give a fuck
about the car.
Insurance'll cover it,
but you got to get me
the dog back.
Now, she comes
home tomorrow.
Got to get me the dog.
I got some pictures of
it somewhere around here.
Sir, do you or do you not
want to file a police report?
I'm married,
motherfucker,
I can't be
filing no report.
(chuckles)
So, women took the car?
Yeah, women took the car.
And you don't want
to file a report?
You ain't
listening, bro.
Protect and serve,
motherfucker.
You got something
against me? I got rights.
Sir, you have
to file a police report.
We're not private detectives.
All right.
All right. All right.
I got a better idea.
I go with you.
We go looking around.
I got some ideas
where the bitches be at.
Wait here. Let me
change, all right?
Ten, 15 minutes.
I can't even...
DISPATCH:
15 Adam 85, a possible overdose
at 3321 Mulholland.
Possible overdose now.
Two-seven-nine-one,
RD-one-five-seven nine.
He said they'd been doing drugs,
she started to choke.
I guess she was overdosing.
He said they'd been
partying hard all night.
Anyway, she's choking,
he panics,
says he wanted
to give her a tracheotomy.
I guess he missed.
So, I guess
it's a suspicious death, right?
No.
No, it's not
a suspicious death.
This isn't a frigging
Agatha Christie novel.
There's accidental
death, there's suicide,
and then there's homicide.
This is homicide.
He's going in for murder.
You should give him one
of your dad's cards.
This guy-- he's gonna
need a good lawyer.
Let's go.
Why are you
arresting me?
I tried to
save her life!
With a Bic pen?
(horn honking)
JOHN:
I just got shot.
Where are we?
I don't know.
Every time I make a turn,
you look up at
the street sign.
You got to know
where we are at all times.
All right, I got it.
This is it. This is it.
(tires squeaking)
(shouting)
CHICKIE:
Put it down right now!
Shoot her! Shoot her!
Shoot her! Shoot her!
I spent all weekend
with this scumbag,
and then he stops payment
on the check?!
Ma'am, put the gun down
right now!
Leave me alone!
She's gonna shoot me!
I spent three days
with this scumbag,
and then he...
Put it down!
Ma'am, put the gun down.
Please. I'm sorry.
We'll deal
with that later.
Put the gun down
right now!
Put the gun down!
Put the gun down
right now!
Put the gun down.
Please don't shoot me.
I'm begging you.
I'm begging you.
Please, don't, don't.
Yeah. Oh, get her.
Get her! Get her!
Get her! Get her! Get her!
She's-She's gonna kill me.
Sir, turn around, put
your hands on the car.
What?
Turn around, put your hands
on the car, spread your legs.
I got to search you.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. No...
Put your hands
on the car.
I'm the star of the movie.
That's Timmy
freakin' Davis, man.
I thought you retired.
Retired? Bitch
filed for divorce.
She wants half
my pension?
Hell with that.
Besides, I miss you guys.
WOMAN:
Why don't you
arrest him?
I spent three days with him,
doing every single thing he
wants, and he bounces the check?
We were so high, I don't
even remember your name.
I'll write you another...
(loud, overlapping chatter)
Hey.
It was a
misunderstanding.
I didn't have enough
money in my account.
I'm a big fan, man.
I love your movies.
Really?
I'm a huge fan.
You should be.
I love Bodybag.
Oh, Bodybag II's
coming out in the fall.
It's the bomb.
Oh, sweet.
All right, okay,
you know what?
You got to go down
to the station,
talk this over
with the detectives.
Oh, no. I-I'm work...
I'm shooting a movie right now.
I understand that.
Look, we can smooth this out.
JOHN:
Smooth it out?
What are you...?
You know what?
Maybe you should retire.
She's pointing
a loaded gun at him.
This is ADW, okay?
She's going to jail.
Hey, look, look.
Come on, guys.
I'll just write her
another check. No big deal.
You see? He'll
write another check!
Yeah, and I'm...
All right?
How about we clear it up
with the detectives
down at the station?
Or we can do that.
I got him.
I got him. I got him.
You go with her, okay?
I got him.
Give me the
weapon.
Okay.
Come on,
let's go.
Okay.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Officer, uh, Dudeck is it? Okay.
Bring him in, Dewey.
(mumbling)
All right.
All right.
You start taking
witness statements.
Come here.
I'll get your cuffs
back to you.
You're booking him for murder?
Yes, we are.
This isn't a murder!
I didn't murder anyone!
Well, when the coroner's
report comes back, we'll see.
Oh.
But right now,
it's 187 PC.
And you're bailing
him out anyway,
so what's the difference?
Victim's sister
is here.
He was trying to help her.
He should get an award for this.
Right. You get awards
for saving lives,
not taking them.
Ms. Campbell?
Mm-hmm.
Why don't you
have a seat?
Okay?
Well, just-just tell me.
She's... She's dead, right?
Yes. I'm very sorry.
She OD'd, right?
Well, we're not
exactly sure.
What the hell
does that mean?
She was doing some drugs.
She passed out,
and the man who she was with
tried to do a tracheotomy
on her.
And he... he cut
her carotid artery,
and she bled to death.
There was no reason
for him to leave the set
in the first place.
He was...
I understand.
We're working on it.
All right? Good luck.
Good luck on the movie.
Yeah.
Is that the director?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Dude!
Hold on, baby.
What's up?
Hey, guess what.
I, uh... I did
hire your dad,
and I hooked up
with your sister again.
We're all going out tonight.
You want to cruise?
Baby, yeah. Guess who
I'm standing here with?
Yeah. It's for you.
Hey, Olivia. Yeah?
(chuckles)
Want to search my trailer?
(chuckles)
Yeah, I'll call you
later.
Yeah.
So you coming out tonight
or what?
(laughing):
Yeah, baby, isn't
that crazy?
I know.
You think you guys are
the only ones who work?
Keep me waiting for an hour?
JOHN:
Okay, so let me
get this straight.
Therapy in the morning,
a little chitchat
on the phone.
You want to go to
Spago for lunch?
I hate that place.
Guys are too old.
Shut up!
What the hell
are you doing?
People become cops for
two reasons, all right.
They need the paycheck
or they like to carry a big gun
and tell people what to do.
All right, now you--
you surely don't
need the money.
I don't think
you're a freak.
So what the hell are
you doing here?
I'm a cop,
same as you're a cop.
Bullshit, Richie Rich.
When I joined, this was
the only job I could get
making 30 thou a year.
It's better
than digging ditches.
(sighs)
I left my wallet
in my trailer, bro.
Here you go.
Oh, be cool, man.
That's embarrassing.
Give me a C-note.
Come on.
(whistles)
(chuckling)
(mumbling)
Let's go.
Let's go, come on.
Wait, wait,
wait, wait.
You're gonna drive.
We're gonna
have a cigar.
Dewey, are you kidding me?
You can't smoke in there.
Who cares?
Lighten up
a little bit.
Yeah, lighten up,
sweetheart, okay?
Have some fun.
Hey.
What do you think about acting?
You know like in the movies
like me.
(Dewey laughs)
That works for you?
Women actually
go for that?
Women go for anything I do.
(laughing)
Women go for it.
She's a drag.
Come on.
DISPATCH:
All units, a 211 in progress
at 402 Genessee.
Two male Caucasians
wearing dark clothing.
Whoa!
Light 'em up!
Whoa!
Hold on, darlin'.
(grunts)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(thud)
Go!
(tires squealing)
(men grunting)
Officer needs assistance,
two suspects heading northbound
on Genessee
between the businesses.
(grunts)
MAN (distantly):
Run, run!
MAN 2:
I'm telling you, baby!
MAN:
He's gaining on you!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
BEN:
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Down!
Face down, arms
at your side! Now!
Down!
Spread 'em!
6 Adam 43,
show suspects in custody
at the rear of 132 1/2 Genessee.
DISPATCH:
Copy that.
132 1/2?
That's right.
(sirens approaching)
These the guys
that beat you?
No, that's not them.
LACEY:
Of course that's them.
I saw them beating her!
Ma'am, step inside,
please.
(scoffs)
Put 'em in the tank.
Look...
I know what's
going on here.
These guys are hassling you
every week, right?
You don't have to pay
these people.
Is it just these two
or are there more?
Could you get
my wig, please?
It's...
We're the police.
We will protect you.
Look, you seem like
a lovely gentleman,
but who the hell do you think
you're kiddin'?
Tell Dewey to take our suspect
back with him.
I'm going to stay here,
see if she'll
change her mind.
Bentley and a Great Dane.
BEN:
Want me to call it in?
No.
So, anyway, I got this blond.
I got her bent over a sofa,
right.
But I'm inebriated,
right.
I'm intoxicated.
And I-I pass out
on top of her
and I'm smoking
a cigar.
I burn a hole...
So, look, we're gonna hand
you over our suspect.
We gotta stay here and
deal with this.
Fine.
Was Dewey just in the
back seat with him?
Don't ask.
Ma'am, we're gonna
transfer you over now.
I had a Bentley once.
For a week.
Hey!
Hey, come on!
You can't park there!
Okay, ma'am,
out of the car, please.
I'd rather stay
with you.
(chuckles)
Now, please.
(Ben grunts)
Thanks.
Dewey, where is he?
Who?
(scoffs)
I don't know, he
must have escaped.
You're such an asshole.
(Dewey chuckles)
CHICKIE:
Watch your head.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Whoa! Whoa!
Hey, man, I don't
want to lose that.
You feel bad
about what you told her?
What? What, "we're the police,
we'll protect you"?
Yeah.
No.
You don't lie to 'em like that,
nobody ever gets put away.
Yeah, but we can't
protect them.
Those guys are just
gonna come back.
Or two more
just like 'em.
It is what it is.
This domestic
we're going to?
They're tricky.
Gotta be on your guard.
You get there and she's
screaming at you
to lock up the asshole
that just beat her up,
you go to put the cuffs on him,
next thing you know,
she's jumping
on your back,
trying to rake your eyes out
for locking up her beloved.
Yeah, I got it.
Oh, yeah?
Mommy and Daddy
didn't get along?
A little trouble
in Beverly Hills?
What is your problem?
Well, you never said
why you learned to shoot.
You said where,
but you never said why.
I wanted to learn.
Yeah.
(chuckles)
Nobody shoots like you
didn't spend a lot
of time doing it.
Just doesn't equate, Bijan.
How'd you learn?
My dad taught me.
In between stints
in prison.
MAN:
Why don't you try
Be a man sometimes!
open your ears
Why don't you try
to be a man?
and shut your mouth!
Get a job!
(overlapping yelling)
Shit.
WOMAN:
I should punch you
in your mouth!
I should punch you
in your mouth!
This asshole has been
hitting me again.
I been screaming
all day.
(overlapping yelling)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop!
Shut up right now!
Shut up!
Where are the kids?
They're in school.
Where the hell you
think they are?
You know what?
...you.
I'm sick of this.
I'm not coming back
here anymore.
Put your hands
on my badge.
What? What for?
I'm giving you
a divorce.
MAN:
Man, you trippin'.
You can't do that.
Sure I can.
Put your hand
on my badge.
Right hand.
Get-get-- Don't!
Off! Off!
I said don't touch me.
Don't touch me!
Put your goddamn
hands on...
You watch...
Don't touch me!
Get off me! Get off me!
Oh...
You watching this?
All right now.
Okay.
Do you want
to do this?
Do you want
to do this?
Oh, please!
Please!
Whatcha gonna do?
You got a choice
right now.
You put your hand
on my badge
and we take
care of this.
Now.
Right hand.
By the power vested in me
by the state of California,
I now pronounce you divorced.
Now, pack your bag
Mm-hmm.
and get the fuck out of here.
Go! You heard him! Get out!
Yeah, why don't you get
off your ass sometimes?
Oh, get out!
Get your ass
off the couch
sometime, will you?
(indistinct yelling)
He ain't even
got no car!
Walk! Walk!
Broke! Broke ass!
I'll be back
for your ass!
Shut up!
That's for damn sure!
Oh, please!
You better believe that!
You heard him, right?
You believe it,
all right?!
You hear that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
(laughing)
Okay, no, I gotta call you back.
Why the hell you
wearing a puss, huh?
You had a good day.
You made a bust, pulled
a gun off the street.
Dewey, you let him go.
That's gonna come
back to haunt us.
We needed his statement.
Why the hell you gotta
make such a big deal
out of everything?
You gotta be kidding me.
I put my ass on
the line for you.
I gave you another shot when
no one else would work with you.
No one!
And now I'm gonna get
in trouble for this?
For that asshole?
So you can impress him
with what a big man you are?
You know what, Dewey?
I actually care about my job.
If this is the way
you do police work,
I want a new partner.
You on the rag?
Hmm?
The shift is freaking over, man.
Relax.
She, uh, acted a little bit.
Barry was a producer.
Uh, she tried to write.
I'm a writer.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
What do you write?
I just published
my second novel.
That's, that's tremendous.
Hmm.
Don't tell me
you want to write?
(chuckles)
Busted.
I would, uh, I would think
that the things that you witness
would be very interesting.
And heartbreaking.
Have you tried?
Yeah, yeah, I have.
Short stories.
Very short.
(both chuckling)
I teach a class.
You should come.
I'm a really good teacher.
Yeah.
It would light a fire
under your ass.
You actually produce for my
class or I throw your ass out.
(Russell laughing)
No excuses.
Hey.
Hey, um, we need to go
do that interview.
This is Keren Campbell.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
So where do you live now?
KEREN:
Uh, in Los Feliz.
(rapid gunfire,
chatter and laughter)
Sweet!
You all right?
You all right?
Of course I'm all right.
Whoo-hoo! (laughing)
Thanks, bro.
Grab the tomatillo sauce.
You know, if those
kids were there,
I would've handled
that differently.
The only way it ends
is if one of them leaves.
But they never do.
Either that or one of them
kills the other one.
Round and round.
It never ends.
So fucking sick of it.
Your Dad ever hit your Mom?
Have to call the West
Latte police station,
have them come on over?
Man, what is it with you?
Enough.
Tomatillo sauce.
Can I get some napkins?
This thing's a class three!
How the hell'd you
get a permit for this?
I didn't.
My props guy-- Hey, man!
Props guy, he hooked me up,
he converted it
from a semi to full auto.
(Dewey laughing)
Hey, baby, this is
my friend, uh, Dewey.
Wow, yeah.
Is that a costume?
Yeah, I'm one of
the Village People.
(laughing):
You the Y, the W,
the C or the A, huh?
Hey, be cool, man.
Rambo!
I know, hey, this mother
fires real live ammo, okay.
Coyote!
Dead coyote.
(both laughing)
You like that thing?
Text all your
little buddies?
I don't get it.
I want less ways for people
to reach me, not more.
The lone wolf.
That's right, hombre.
Got yourself a hot date?
Yeah, it's my half sister.
Ah, don't you Beverly Hills
folks date your sisters?
There's nothing wrong
with that, right?
(chuckling)
Whoa.
Pull it over.
WOMAN:
It's all good,
it's all good.
Hey, guys.
How you doing tonight?
License and registration,
please.
I got it in here somewhere.
How you doing?
Oh, we're fine.
Oh.
This is registered
to Donte Johnson.
I know.
He gave it to me.
(dog growling)
It's a present.
What's the dog's name?
I do not remember.
Come on, ladies.
You took the car,
you took the dog.
No, no, no, no, no.
It ain't even like that, no.
Donte is a real close friend.
I got a lot of close friends.
You boys feel like a party?
No.
You sure?
He's sure.
Well, you can pet him,
he's real nice and friendly.
(dog barking)
I just died!
I'm on this
domestic call, right?
Husband and wife.
The chick's been beat down, man,
two black eyes, she's crying.
I'm feeling bad,
what the hell do you say
to a woman whose
got two black eyes?
What?
Nothing!
You done told that bitch twice!
(laughing)
What's the matter, man?
A bunch of girls
here, man, be cool.
You don't like that one?
That was not good.
I'm an actor.
Hey, hey!
Know your audience.
You know what, I need some...
I need some new material,
could you help me with that?
You do need some new material,
you can't have her.
(laughing)
You know, I always knew,
one way or another,
that this guy
would do her in.
You know, I'd send
her to Hazeldon,
she would stay straight
for a few months
and then Barry would call
and he would say that
he'd straightened out,
that they needed each other.
And she would
go back to him.
Every time.
Why do women do that?
Why do they go back
to the men that hurt them?
I don't know.
It's a terrible disease.
No.
You know what? Screw that.
Lou Gehrig had a disease.
Muhammed Ali has a disease.
Michael J. Fox has a disease.
Franklin D. Roosevelt?
(laughing)
(both laughing)
(crying)
(sobbing)
(Keren sobbing)
God...
(sighing)
You're hilarious.
Are you married?
Yeah.
Hmm.
I am.
Too bad.
(laughs)
Want to go surf tomorrow?
Where?
I don't know.
We could make a day of
it and drive up the coast.
Stop at the Fish
Shack on the way back.
Cool.
Can Adam come?
Which one's Adam?
I met him in sixth grade.
He's Samoan.
Sure.
(beeping)
What is it?
DEWEY:
Hey. Hey, I need you
to come get me right now.
Where are you?
I don't know.
I'm in Hollywood somewhere.
I'm at Davis's place.
No way.
I'm fucked up right now, okay?
I need you.
Why don't you call your wife,
Dewey?
Get her to come.
Wait. wait.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I-I got a disorder, all right?
I know I'm an ass, but...
(Dewey panting)
I'm an alcoholic, okay?
I'm working on the ninth step.
I need to make amends with you.
Tonight?!
Now! Right now!
(grunts)
Yeah?
DONTE:
I don't care about
the car, Mannix.
I just want the damn dog.
So, you still won't
press charges?
No, dawg.
Just bring the car, the animal,
whatever, back over to me here,
I'll take care of y'all.
I look like Anthony Pellicano?
Good luck in the playoffs, dawg.
Let's go.
Ladies, you have a good night.
Thank you.
(phone ringing)
What?
What's the address?
We got to make
a little stop.
(clears throat)
(loud buzz of conversation)
(dance music begins)
Hot fuzz!
DEWEY:
Officer down!
I'm in the freakin' bedroom!
Come on!
I'm in the bedroom!
Come and get me!
Come on, man!
This is a...
(all laughing)
Is he wearing
underwear?
I don't know.
It's funny, right?
Come on. Just give me the key.
Unlock me.
(Dewey panting)
Coop, unlock me, okay?
Oh, hang on
there a second.
No, no, don't do that.
That's not right.
That's not right.
That's not cool. That's...
Don't do that. Don't do that.
Rogue's gallery.
Okay?
Some people say it doesn't
exist, and you know...
Just unlock it.
We document
the colossal fuck up,
the indescribably grotesque,
the profane...
Come on!
the ridiculous,
the sacred.
Unlock me, man! Now!
(John laughing)
Hey, whoa, whoa. Hold
on, hold on, hold on.
Better get
this. Here.
Ow! Ow! Shit.
I don't want you
to lose that.
Oh shit.
All right.
Give me the key.
No. You got yourself into
this, you get yourself out.
Wait. What do you mean?
You're gonna just leave me here?
Where's your gun?
My pants are right here. Ow!
Ow. Ow.
Where's the
gun, dude?
(sighs)
Some chick took it.
Pray she's still here.
(sighs)
I swear
to God, Cooper,
I'm gonna
kill you.
(panting)
I'm gonna freakin'
kill you, Coop...
(crying)
Stop moving.
Stop... moving.
You got a pass today.
Next time,
I call your parole officer,
and you're going in.
Come on, dance.
Dance. Forget about him.
Forget about him.
It's an old injury.
Yeah?
No big deal.
You ever try
acupuncture?
(laughs)
I've tried everything.
You guys okay?
We're used
to this.
Our Aunt's
coming to
pick us up.
You got
your stuff?
Yeah.
MAN:
Shut up! Let me
get my stuff!
so I can get
out of here.
(woman shouting)
Oh, your boys
are back.
(scoffs)
Mutual combat.
I told him not
to come back.
I came back to
get my stuff.
She stood in
front of the door.
Call up for transport.
They're both going in.
What?!
Get up!
(overlapping shouting)
Six Adam 43. Request transpo,
our location.
Turn around,
ma'am.
(overlapping shouting)
Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
Palms together.
Palms together.
What, you happy now?
Yes!
Yes. Yes.
I'll bet you are.
Next time, you're going
out on a stretcher.
By whom?
Mm-hmm. Uh, see if you
can walk out next time.
This in unbelievable. I'm the
victim here. Look at my face.
You have the right
to remain silent.
You have the right
to remain silent.
BOTH:
Anything you say can be used
against you in court.
Oh!
BOTH:
You have the right
to the presence of an attorney
before and during
any questioning.
You still didn't
answer my question.
Yeah? Which one?
You got a look on your face
at the domestic.
Leads me to think...
Daddy beat up Mommy.
It was worse
than that.
Hmm. Nothing's worse
than that.
Believe me, I know.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, yeah.
My old man is the biggest
asshole who ever lived.
What'd yours do?
I already told you.
(laughs)
All right,
all right.
No. Do you
want to know?
All right,
I was ten.
My mom-- she's a little, uh...
She's a little fragile.
My dad walks out on her.
And these drug dealers
he represented--
they broke
into the house.
They beat the hell
out of her.
I mean, just...
I went to defend her,
and they knocked out my teeth.
And after that, I...
I had some trouble sleeping,
so...
So I learned to shoot.
All right? End of story.
Now will you get off my back?
My old man's a
bigger asshole than that.
Is he dead?
No.
(laughs)
No, he's, uh...
He's around.
In prison.
He raped and murdered someone.
You have a good night.
Thank you.
WOMAN:
Look, um, I don't know
how much longer
I can keep doing this,
'cause I'm really afraid
one of the doctors
is gonna notice.
How much of that stuff
are you taking?
(laughs)
You worried about me?
Yeah, John, I'm
worried about you.
You're working non-stop,
I know you're in pain...
I'm fine. I'm fine.
This is worse
than when we were married.
Can I help you?
Yeah, uh, Sherman party, please?
Right this way, sir.
Ben!
Dude.
Dad heard you were coming,
so he wanted to come say hello.
Ben. Hello.
DEWEY:
Officer down!
I'm in the
freakin' bedroom!
Come on!
I'm in the bedroom!
Come and get me!
(John laughs)
Come on, man.
This is a...
(man laughing)
Is he wearing
underwear?
I don't know.
It's funny, right?
Come on. Just give
the key. Unlock me.
Come on. Just unlock me!
No, no, don't do that.
That's not right.
That's not right! Don't!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
MAN:
Three officers
started out the day
thinking they had
nothing in common.
By end of shift, two of them
found out this was not true.
What happened
to Dr. Breslow?
He retired rather
suddenly, I'm afraid.
Did he get shot?
What? Uh, no.
No?
No. No, no...
I thought maybe a hostage
situation or something.
Yeah...
(laughs)
Yes.
How long you
been doing this?
Um, this is
my second day.
Your sec... All right.
Well, you're doing good.
(laughs)
Well, uh, thank
you very much.
Oh, sure.
What kind of practice
did you have before this?
Private.
The, uh, well-off worried.
Should their kids transfer
from Crossroads
to Harvard-Westlake?
Someone got a better facelift
than someone else.
That sort of thing.
I went to Harvard-Westlake.
Oh.
I transferred out
after a semester.
My father stopped paying
the tuition.
How'd you feel about that?
What?
How did you
feel about that?
(chuckles)
I was pretty confused
at that point.
My, uh...
My father walked out
on my mom and me.
We were living in this big house
off of Sunset.
(sighs)
And I started going
to public school.
Dr. Breslow...
(clears his throat)
...mentioned
that there was...
(papers riffling)
...a violent incident
in your childhood.
Is that right?
Would you mind my asking
what happened?
My father's a defense attorney.
One of his clients broke
into our house.
My father had already split.
My mom and I were there.
Go on.
They beat her up.
You saw this?
Yeah, I did.
How old were you?
I was ten.
So you're ten
years old,
your father
walks out on you,
drug dealers beat
up your Mom, and...
it's fine?
And now I'm a cop.
Thank you, Dr. Freud.
(sighs)
Says here that this
is your last session.
How do you feel
about the shooting?
I'm okay with it.
(sighs)
I didn't enjoy it.
It was unavoidable.
Some guys, they work 20 years,
they never have
to shoot anybody.
It's just weird.
How much it means
to guys like that.
I'm okay with it.
Good.
Good.
Good. All right.
Well, I'm gonna go to work.
All right,
well, I, uh...
I wish you luck.
Yeah, you, too.
So that wraps it
up there, right?
Yup.
Being from Beverly
Hills and all,
you must have been
in lots of therapy.
Yeah, it's definitely
not my first time at the rodeo.
What about you?
You ever been in therapy?
Yeah.
When my marriage ended.
It was good.
Worked some things out.
DISPATCH:
Six Adam 43, see the man.
Possible stolen vehicle
at 455 Tiffany Circle.
What the hell
does that mean?
Donte, Po-po's here.
Yeah. All right. Peace.
Sir, your car was stolen?
Yeah.
Azure got jacked.
Playoffs coming up, dude.
I can't be in that
kind of trouble.
Can you be
more specific?
Went out last night,
hit some places,
came home,
some people came to chill,
Bentley Azure got jacked.
So you want to file
a police report
for a stolen vehicle?
You ever go for some strange?
Excuse me?
All right.
All right,
come here.
Come here.
(clears throat)
I'm married,
all right?
My wife is in St. Barts
with Donte Junior.
She has this dog,
a Great Dane.
I don't give a fuck
about the car.
Insurance'll cover it,
but you got to get me
the dog back.
Now, she comes
home tomorrow.
Got to get me the dog.
I got some pictures of
it somewhere around here.
Sir, do you or do you not
want to file a police report?
I'm married,
motherfucker,
I can't be
filing no report.
(chuckles)
So, women took the car?
Yeah, women took the car.
And you don't want
to file a report?
You ain't
listening, bro.
Protect and serve,
motherfucker.
You got something
against me? I got rights.
Sir, you have
to file a police report.
We're not private detectives.
All right.
All right. All right.
I got a better idea.
I go with you.
We go looking around.
I got some ideas
where the bitches be at.
Wait here. Let me
change, all right?
Ten, 15 minutes.
I can't even...
DISPATCH:
15 Adam 85, a possible overdose
at 3321 Mulholland.
Possible overdose now.
Two-seven-nine-one,
RD-one-five-seven nine.
He said they'd been doing drugs,
she started to choke.
I guess she was overdosing.
He said they'd been
partying hard all night.
Anyway, she's choking,
he panics,
says he wanted
to give her a tracheotomy.
I guess he missed.
So, I guess
it's a suspicious death, right?
No.
No, it's not
a suspicious death.
This isn't a frigging
Agatha Christie novel.
There's accidental
death, there's suicide,
and then there's homicide.
This is homicide.
He's going in for murder.
You should give him one
of your dad's cards.
This guy-- he's gonna
need a good lawyer.
Let's go.
Why are you
arresting me?
I tried to
save her life!
With a Bic pen?
(horn honking)
JOHN:
I just got shot.
Where are we?
I don't know.
Every time I make a turn,
you look up at
the street sign.
You got to know
where we are at all times.
All right, I got it.
This is it. This is it.
(tires squeaking)
(shouting)
CHICKIE:
Put it down right now!
Shoot her! Shoot her!
Shoot her! Shoot her!
I spent all weekend
with this scumbag,
and then he stops payment
on the check?!
Ma'am, put the gun down
right now!
Leave me alone!
She's gonna shoot me!
I spent three days
with this scumbag,
and then he...
Put it down!
Ma'am, put the gun down.
Please. I'm sorry.
We'll deal
with that later.
Put the gun down
right now!
Put the gun down!
Put the gun down
right now!
Put the gun down.
Please don't shoot me.
I'm begging you.
I'm begging you.
Please, don't, don't.
Yeah. Oh, get her.
Get her! Get her!
Get her! Get her! Get her!
She's-She's gonna kill me.
Sir, turn around, put
your hands on the car.
What?
Turn around, put your hands
on the car, spread your legs.
I got to search you.
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. No...
Put your hands
on the car.
I'm the star of the movie.
That's Timmy
freakin' Davis, man.
I thought you retired.
Retired? Bitch
filed for divorce.
She wants half
my pension?
Hell with that.
Besides, I miss you guys.
WOMAN:
Why don't you
arrest him?
I spent three days with him,
doing every single thing he
wants, and he bounces the check?
We were so high, I don't
even remember your name.
I'll write you another...
(loud, overlapping chatter)
Hey.
It was a
misunderstanding.
I didn't have enough
money in my account.
I'm a big fan, man.
I love your movies.
Really?
I'm a huge fan.
You should be.
I love Bodybag.
Oh, Bodybag II's
coming out in the fall.
It's the bomb.
Oh, sweet.
All right, okay,
you know what?
You got to go down
to the station,
talk this over
with the detectives.
Oh, no. I-I'm work...
I'm shooting a movie right now.
I understand that.
Look, we can smooth this out.
JOHN:
Smooth it out?
What are you...?
You know what?
Maybe you should retire.
She's pointing
a loaded gun at him.
This is ADW, okay?
She's going to jail.
Hey, look, look.
Come on, guys.
I'll just write her
another check. No big deal.
You see? He'll
write another check!
Yeah, and I'm...
All right?
How about we clear it up
with the detectives
down at the station?
Or we can do that.
I got him.
I got him. I got him.
You go with her, okay?
I got him.
Give me the
weapon.
Okay.
Come on,
let's go.
Okay.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Officer, uh, Dudeck is it? Okay.
Bring him in, Dewey.
(mumbling)
All right.
All right.
You start taking
witness statements.
Come here.
I'll get your cuffs
back to you.
You're booking him for murder?
Yes, we are.
This isn't a murder!
I didn't murder anyone!
Well, when the coroner's
report comes back, we'll see.
Oh.
But right now,
it's 187 PC.
And you're bailing
him out anyway,
so what's the difference?
Victim's sister
is here.
He was trying to help her.
He should get an award for this.
Right. You get awards
for saving lives,
not taking them.
Ms. Campbell?
Mm-hmm.
Why don't you
have a seat?
Okay?
Well, just-just tell me.
She's... She's dead, right?
Yes. I'm very sorry.
She OD'd, right?
Well, we're not
exactly sure.
What the hell
does that mean?
She was doing some drugs.
She passed out,
and the man who she was with
tried to do a tracheotomy
on her.
And he... he cut
her carotid artery,
and she bled to death.
There was no reason
for him to leave the set
in the first place.
He was...
I understand.
We're working on it.
All right? Good luck.
Good luck on the movie.
Yeah.
Is that the director?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Dude!
Hold on, baby.
What's up?
Hey, guess what.
I, uh... I did
hire your dad,
and I hooked up
with your sister again.
We're all going out tonight.
You want to cruise?
Baby, yeah. Guess who
I'm standing here with?
Yeah. It's for you.
Hey, Olivia. Yeah?
(chuckles)
Want to search my trailer?
(chuckles)
Yeah, I'll call you
later.
Yeah.
So you coming out tonight
or what?
(laughing):
Yeah, baby, isn't
that crazy?
I know.
You think you guys are
the only ones who work?
Keep me waiting for an hour?
JOHN:
Okay, so let me
get this straight.
Therapy in the morning,
a little chitchat
on the phone.
You want to go to
Spago for lunch?
I hate that place.
Guys are too old.
Shut up!
What the hell
are you doing?
People become cops for
two reasons, all right.
They need the paycheck
or they like to carry a big gun
and tell people what to do.
All right, now you--
you surely don't
need the money.
I don't think
you're a freak.
So what the hell are
you doing here?
I'm a cop,
same as you're a cop.
Bullshit, Richie Rich.
When I joined, this was
the only job I could get
making 30 thou a year.
It's better
than digging ditches.
(sighs)
I left my wallet
in my trailer, bro.
Here you go.
Oh, be cool, man.
That's embarrassing.
Give me a C-note.
Come on.
(whistles)
(chuckling)
(mumbling)
Let's go.
Let's go, come on.
Wait, wait,
wait, wait.
You're gonna drive.
We're gonna
have a cigar.
Dewey, are you kidding me?
You can't smoke in there.
Who cares?
Lighten up
a little bit.
Yeah, lighten up,
sweetheart, okay?
Have some fun.
Hey.
What do you think about acting?
You know like in the movies
like me.
(Dewey laughs)
That works for you?
Women actually
go for that?
Women go for anything I do.
(laughing)
Women go for it.
She's a drag.
Come on.
DISPATCH:
All units, a 211 in progress
at 402 Genessee.
Two male Caucasians
wearing dark clothing.
Whoa!
Light 'em up!
Whoa!
Hold on, darlin'.
(grunts)
(tires screeching)
(tires screeching)
(thud)
Go!
(tires squealing)
(men grunting)
Officer needs assistance,
two suspects heading northbound
on Genessee
between the businesses.
(grunts)
MAN (distantly):
Run, run!
MAN 2:
I'm telling you, baby!
MAN:
He's gaining on you!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
BEN:
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Down!
Face down, arms
at your side! Now!
Down!
Spread 'em!
6 Adam 43,
show suspects in custody
at the rear of 132 1/2 Genessee.
DISPATCH:
Copy that.
132 1/2?
That's right.
(sirens approaching)
These the guys
that beat you?
No, that's not them.
LACEY:
Of course that's them.
I saw them beating her!
Ma'am, step inside,
please.
(scoffs)
Put 'em in the tank.
Look...
I know what's
going on here.
These guys are hassling you
every week, right?
You don't have to pay
these people.
Is it just these two
or are there more?
Could you get
my wig, please?
It's...
We're the police.
We will protect you.
Look, you seem like
a lovely gentleman,
but who the hell do you think
you're kiddin'?
Tell Dewey to take our suspect
back with him.
I'm going to stay here,
see if she'll
change her mind.
Bentley and a Great Dane.
BEN:
Want me to call it in?
No.
So, anyway, I got this blond.
I got her bent over a sofa,
right.
But I'm inebriated,
right.
I'm intoxicated.
And I-I pass out
on top of her
and I'm smoking
a cigar.
I burn a hole...
So, look, we're gonna hand
you over our suspect.
We gotta stay here and
deal with this.
Fine.
Was Dewey just in the
back seat with him?
Don't ask.
Ma'am, we're gonna
transfer you over now.
I had a Bentley once.
For a week.
Hey!
Hey, come on!
You can't park there!
Okay, ma'am,
out of the car, please.
I'd rather stay
with you.
(chuckles)
Now, please.
(Ben grunts)
Thanks.
Dewey, where is he?
Who?
(scoffs)
I don't know, he
must have escaped.
You're such an asshole.
(Dewey chuckles)
CHICKIE:
Watch your head.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Whoa! Whoa!
Hey, man, I don't
want to lose that.
You feel bad
about what you told her?
What? What, "we're the police,
we'll protect you"?
Yeah.
No.
You don't lie to 'em like that,
nobody ever gets put away.
Yeah, but we can't
protect them.
Those guys are just
gonna come back.
Or two more
just like 'em.
It is what it is.
This domestic
we're going to?
They're tricky.
Gotta be on your guard.
You get there and she's
screaming at you
to lock up the asshole
that just beat her up,
you go to put the cuffs on him,
next thing you know,
she's jumping
on your back,
trying to rake your eyes out
for locking up her beloved.
Yeah, I got it.
Oh, yeah?
Mommy and Daddy
didn't get along?
A little trouble
in Beverly Hills?
What is your problem?
Well, you never said
why you learned to shoot.
You said where,
but you never said why.
I wanted to learn.
Yeah.
(chuckles)
Nobody shoots like you
didn't spend a lot
of time doing it.
Just doesn't equate, Bijan.
How'd you learn?
My dad taught me.
In between stints
in prison.
MAN:
Why don't you try
Be a man sometimes!
open your ears
Why don't you try
to be a man?
and shut your mouth!
Get a job!
(overlapping yelling)
Shit.
WOMAN:
I should punch you
in your mouth!
I should punch you
in your mouth!
This asshole has been
hitting me again.
I been screaming
all day.
(overlapping yelling)
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Stop!
Shut up right now!
Shut up!
Where are the kids?
They're in school.
Where the hell you
think they are?
You know what?
...you.
I'm sick of this.
I'm not coming back
here anymore.
Put your hands
on my badge.
What? What for?
I'm giving you
a divorce.
MAN:
Man, you trippin'.
You can't do that.
Sure I can.
Put your hand
on my badge.
Right hand.
Get-get-- Don't!
Off! Off!
I said don't touch me.
Don't touch me!
Put your goddamn
hands on...
You watch...
Don't touch me!
Get off me! Get off me!
Oh...
You watching this?
All right now.
Okay.
Do you want
to do this?
Do you want
to do this?
Oh, please!
Please!
Whatcha gonna do?
You got a choice
right now.
You put your hand
on my badge
and we take
care of this.
Now.
Right hand.
By the power vested in me
by the state of California,
I now pronounce you divorced.
Now, pack your bag
Mm-hmm.
and get the fuck out of here.
Go! You heard him! Get out!
Yeah, why don't you get
off your ass sometimes?
Oh, get out!
Get your ass
off the couch
sometime, will you?
(indistinct yelling)
He ain't even
got no car!
Walk! Walk!
Broke! Broke ass!
I'll be back
for your ass!
Shut up!
That's for damn sure!
Oh, please!
You better believe that!
You heard him, right?
You believe it,
all right?!
You hear that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did.
(laughing)
Okay, no, I gotta call you back.
Why the hell you
wearing a puss, huh?
You had a good day.
You made a bust, pulled
a gun off the street.
Dewey, you let him go.
That's gonna come
back to haunt us.
We needed his statement.
Why the hell you gotta
make such a big deal
out of everything?
You gotta be kidding me.
I put my ass on
the line for you.
I gave you another shot when
no one else would work with you.
No one!
And now I'm gonna get
in trouble for this?
For that asshole?
So you can impress him
with what a big man you are?
You know what, Dewey?
I actually care about my job.
If this is the way
you do police work,
I want a new partner.
You on the rag?
Hmm?
The shift is freaking over, man.
Relax.
She, uh, acted a little bit.
Barry was a producer.
Uh, she tried to write.
I'm a writer.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm.
What do you write?
I just published
my second novel.
That's, that's tremendous.
Hmm.
Don't tell me
you want to write?
(chuckles)
Busted.
I would, uh, I would think
that the things that you witness
would be very interesting.
And heartbreaking.
Have you tried?
Yeah, yeah, I have.
Short stories.
Very short.
(both chuckling)
I teach a class.
You should come.
I'm a really good teacher.
Yeah.
It would light a fire
under your ass.
You actually produce for my
class or I throw your ass out.
(Russell laughing)
No excuses.
Hey.
Hey, um, we need to go
do that interview.
This is Keren Campbell.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
So where do you live now?
KEREN:
Uh, in Los Feliz.
(rapid gunfire,
chatter and laughter)
Sweet!
You all right?
You all right?
Of course I'm all right.
Whoo-hoo! (laughing)
Thanks, bro.
Grab the tomatillo sauce.
You know, if those
kids were there,
I would've handled
that differently.
The only way it ends
is if one of them leaves.
But they never do.
Either that or one of them
kills the other one.
Round and round.
It never ends.
So fucking sick of it.
Your Dad ever hit your Mom?
Have to call the West
Latte police station,
have them come on over?
Man, what is it with you?
Enough.
Tomatillo sauce.
Can I get some napkins?
This thing's a class three!
How the hell'd you
get a permit for this?
I didn't.
My props guy-- Hey, man!
Props guy, he hooked me up,
he converted it
from a semi to full auto.
(Dewey laughing)
Hey, baby, this is
my friend, uh, Dewey.
Wow, yeah.
Is that a costume?
Yeah, I'm one of
the Village People.
(laughing):
You the Y, the W,
the C or the A, huh?
Hey, be cool, man.
Rambo!
I know, hey, this mother
fires real live ammo, okay.
Coyote!
Dead coyote.
(both laughing)
You like that thing?
Text all your
little buddies?
I don't get it.
I want less ways for people
to reach me, not more.
The lone wolf.
That's right, hombre.
Got yourself a hot date?
Yeah, it's my half sister.
Ah, don't you Beverly Hills
folks date your sisters?
There's nothing wrong
with that, right?
(chuckling)
Whoa.
Pull it over.
WOMAN:
It's all good,
it's all good.
Hey, guys.
How you doing tonight?
License and registration,
please.
I got it in here somewhere.
How you doing?
Oh, we're fine.
Oh.
This is registered
to Donte Johnson.
I know.
He gave it to me.
(dog growling)
It's a present.
What's the dog's name?
I do not remember.
Come on, ladies.
You took the car,
you took the dog.
No, no, no, no, no.
It ain't even like that, no.
Donte is a real close friend.
I got a lot of close friends.
You boys feel like a party?
No.
You sure?
He's sure.
Well, you can pet him,
he's real nice and friendly.
(dog barking)
I just died!
I'm on this
domestic call, right?
Husband and wife.
The chick's been beat down, man,
two black eyes, she's crying.
I'm feeling bad,
what the hell do you say
to a woman whose
got two black eyes?
What?
Nothing!
You done told that bitch twice!
(laughing)
What's the matter, man?
A bunch of girls
here, man, be cool.
You don't like that one?
That was not good.
I'm an actor.
Hey, hey!
Know your audience.
You know what, I need some...
I need some new material,
could you help me with that?
You do need some new material,
you can't have her.
(laughing)
You know, I always knew,
one way or another,
that this guy
would do her in.
You know, I'd send
her to Hazeldon,
she would stay straight
for a few months
and then Barry would call
and he would say that
he'd straightened out,
that they needed each other.
And she would
go back to him.
Every time.
Why do women do that?
Why do they go back
to the men that hurt them?
I don't know.
It's a terrible disease.
No.
You know what? Screw that.
Lou Gehrig had a disease.
Muhammed Ali has a disease.
Michael J. Fox has a disease.
Franklin D. Roosevelt?
(laughing)
(both laughing)
(crying)
(sobbing)
(Keren sobbing)
God...
(sighing)
You're hilarious.
Are you married?
Yeah.
Hmm.
I am.
Too bad.
(laughs)
Want to go surf tomorrow?
Where?
I don't know.
We could make a day of
it and drive up the coast.
Stop at the Fish
Shack on the way back.
Cool.
Can Adam come?
Which one's Adam?
I met him in sixth grade.
He's Samoan.
Sure.
(beeping)
What is it?
DEWEY:
Hey. Hey, I need you
to come get me right now.
Where are you?
I don't know.
I'm in Hollywood somewhere.
I'm at Davis's place.
No way.
I'm fucked up right now, okay?
I need you.
Why don't you call your wife,
Dewey?
Get her to come.
Wait. wait.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I-I got a disorder, all right?
I know I'm an ass, but...
(Dewey panting)
I'm an alcoholic, okay?
I'm working on the ninth step.
I need to make amends with you.
Tonight?!
Now! Right now!
(grunts)
Yeah?
DONTE:
I don't care about
the car, Mannix.
I just want the damn dog.
So, you still won't
press charges?
No, dawg.
Just bring the car, the animal,
whatever, back over to me here,
I'll take care of y'all.
I look like Anthony Pellicano?
Good luck in the playoffs, dawg.
Let's go.
Ladies, you have a good night.
Thank you.
(phone ringing)
What?
What's the address?
We got to make
a little stop.
(clears throat)
(loud buzz of conversation)
(dance music begins)
Hot fuzz!
DEWEY:
Officer down!
I'm in the freakin' bedroom!
Come on!
I'm in the bedroom!
Come and get me!
Come on, man!
This is a...
(all laughing)
Is he wearing
underwear?
I don't know.
It's funny, right?
Come on. Just give me the key.
Unlock me.
(Dewey panting)
Coop, unlock me, okay?
Oh, hang on
there a second.
No, no, don't do that.
That's not right.
That's not right.
That's not cool. That's...
Don't do that. Don't do that.
Rogue's gallery.
Okay?
Some people say it doesn't
exist, and you know...
Just unlock it.
We document
the colossal fuck up,
the indescribably grotesque,
the profane...
Come on!
the ridiculous,
the sacred.
Unlock me, man! Now!
(John laughing)
Hey, whoa, whoa. Hold
on, hold on, hold on.
Better get
this. Here.
Ow! Ow! Shit.
I don't want you
to lose that.
Oh shit.
All right.
Give me the key.
No. You got yourself into
this, you get yourself out.
Wait. What do you mean?
You're gonna just leave me here?
Where's your gun?
My pants are right here. Ow!
Ow. Ow.
Where's the
gun, dude?
(sighs)
Some chick took it.
Pray she's still here.
(sighs)
I swear
to God, Cooper,
I'm gonna
kill you.
(panting)
I'm gonna freakin'
kill you, Coop...
(crying)
Stop moving.
Stop... moving.
You got a pass today.
Next time,
I call your parole officer,
and you're going in.
Come on, dance.
Dance. Forget about him.
Forget about him.
It's an old injury.
Yeah?
No big deal.
You ever try
acupuncture?
(laughs)
I've tried everything.
You guys okay?
We're used
to this.
Our Aunt's
coming to
pick us up.
You got
your stuff?
Yeah.
MAN:
Shut up! Let me
get my stuff!
so I can get
out of here.
(woman shouting)
Oh, your boys
are back.
(scoffs)
Mutual combat.
I told him not
to come back.
I came back to
get my stuff.
She stood in
front of the door.
Call up for transport.
They're both going in.
What?!
Get up!
(overlapping shouting)
Six Adam 43. Request transpo,
our location.
Turn around,
ma'am.
(overlapping shouting)
Hands behind your back.
Hands behind your back.
Palms together.
Palms together.
What, you happy now?
Yes!
Yes. Yes.
I'll bet you are.
Next time, you're going
out on a stretcher.
By whom?
Mm-hmm. Uh, see if you
can walk out next time.
This in unbelievable. I'm the
victim here. Look at my face.
You have the right
to remain silent.
You have the right
to remain silent.
BOTH:
Anything you say can be used
against you in court.
Oh!
BOTH:
You have the right
to the presence of an attorney
before and during
any questioning.
You still didn't
answer my question.
Yeah? Which one?
You got a look on your face
at the domestic.
Leads me to think...
Daddy beat up Mommy.
It was worse
than that.
Hmm. Nothing's worse
than that.
Believe me, I know.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, yeah.
My old man is the biggest
asshole who ever lived.
What'd yours do?
I already told you.
(laughs)
All right,
all right.
No. Do you
want to know?
All right,
I was ten.
My mom-- she's a little, uh...
She's a little fragile.
My dad walks out on her.
And these drug dealers
he represented--
they broke
into the house.
They beat the hell
out of her.
I mean, just...
I went to defend her,
and they knocked out my teeth.
And after that, I...
I had some trouble sleeping,
so...
So I learned to shoot.
All right? End of story.
Now will you get off my back?
My old man's a
bigger asshole than that.
Is he dead?
No.
(laughs)
No, he's, uh...
He's around.
In prison.
He raped and murdered someone.
You have a good night.
Thank you.
WOMAN:
Look, um, I don't know
how much longer
I can keep doing this,
'cause I'm really afraid
one of the doctors
is gonna notice.
How much of that stuff
are you taking?
(laughs)
You worried about me?
Yeah, John, I'm
worried about you.
You're working non-stop,
I know you're in pain...
I'm fine. I'm fine.
This is worse
than when we were married.
Can I help you?
Yeah, uh, Sherman party, please?
Right this way, sir.
Ben!
Dude.
Dad heard you were coming,
so he wanted to come say hello.
Ben. Hello.