Southland (2009–2013): Season 1, Episode 7 - Derailed - full transcript

(indistinct radio transmission)

(indistinct radio transmission)

(flies buzzing)

MAN:
Holiday weekends

are notoriously busy
for the police.

Our officers had made plans
for the weekend,

(flies buzzing)
but they were derailed.

* Daisy and Ben

* In bed

No.
* Yeah

No. Play me a real song.



I played you my CD.

That's not the same thing.

Play me one.

You'll hear me tonight.

Maybe. Maybe.
(stammering)

I don't know. I might.

You really gonna be there?

Yeah, I'm gonna be there.

Yeah?
Mm-hmm.

Hey, Clete, you make
sure you buckle up.

You're driving.

(chuckling)

(car remote chirps)

You going to work?



Now?

(exhales)

Our day starts
when your day ends.

(birds chirping)

You want some coffee?

Yep.

That's a great color.

Coffee, dude. Now.

Hey.

So, how's it going over there?

You meet that actress yet?

Nah, she's in Toronto
making a film.

So, you coming
tonight, or what?

Got to be here, brother.

It's not the same without you.

(man and woman arguing loudly)

Is that Larry and Bridget
fighting again?

Yep.

I don't miss that.

Yeah, tell me about it.

(Larry and Bridget shouting)

Hey, doll.
Hey.

You're bringing the tri-tip
tonight, right?
I got it.

Don't forget to marinade it.

She says you got to come home,

stop all this
nonsense.

She misses you.

We all do.

I'll try to make it, okay?

Not good enough--
you're gonna be here.

I want you to see
my new barbecue.

It's beautiful-- I got her used,
but I can fix her up.

Hey.

Can you help me grill later?

No.

You know, there was a time

when you used to love
working side by side

by the old grill master.

(groans):
Oh, stop embarrassing yourself.

Attendance is mandatory, Kimmy.

Forget it--
I made plans two weeks ago.

Absolutely not.

It's a family tradition;
the whole block's coming.

Do you even know what
this holiday's about? Huh?

We honor those who
gave up their lives

defending our country.

Like I give a shit.

Mom!

Sal, she made plans.

No... So break 'em.

(frustrated groan)

I hate you.

Nice.

(Larry and Bridget shouting)
Do you hear that?
Do you...

I'm going over there.

Where's the
friggin' respect?

It's Memorial Day,
for crying out loud.

What are you doing
this weekend?

Uh, my friend Daisy
has a concert tonight.

Daisy? You still
seeing her?

Yeah.

She your girlfriend now?

Yeah. You know what, I like her.

Yeah, she's great.
She's smart...

Yeah? So why can't you
say she's your girlfriend?

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

Hey.

My car broke down, and I-I got
to be someplace and I'm late.

Well, uh, sir, step
away from the car, sir.

I just told you,
I have an appointment.

I need a ride.

Right now.

We're not a taxi
service, sir.

Fine. Call me a cab.

You're a cab.

Fuck's wrong
with you guys, man?

Fuck you guys, bitches?!

Fuck you!

(heavy sigh)

You're not gonna
believe this.

They let Marta go.

That's not possible, bro--

we had her on ten
different charges--

sales, possession,
gang injunction...

None of them
were "no bail."

She paid it--
a million bucks.

Well, what about I.S.?
She's freakin' illegal.

Asylum. The lawyer
told the court

that if they deported her
back to Mexico again,

cartel would kill her.

ANDY:
This is
so screwed up.

Bring us your tired,
your poor, your...

huddled masses

dying to deal drugs.

The wretched refuse
of your teeming shore.

Yeah, you think this is funny?

Huh?

She and her
freakin' sons

have tried to take
out Janilla twice.

Now she's got to wait for trial
again while this monster's

out on bail?

This sucks!

Calm down, Sammy.

She's safe with you.
She's not safe with me.

Tammi's out God knows where.

She refuses to keep a
gun anywhere near her

in the house.

Yeah, says it's bad Karma.

It invites violence.

Um, I finished
my homework,

so I'm gonna go work out
with the Explorers.

Good girl.

Stay close.

Why?

'Cause I said so.

Stupid bitch moved.

There's cops everywhere.

You think it's easy
to smoke somebody

in the middle
of downtown?

Man!

You can't handle
a chubby little girl.

(gunshot)

We need
a continuance, sir.

I'm still preparing...
A continuance?
This is bullshit!

I'm sorry.
We were ready
to go to trial.

We were ready,
and now you're not ready?

All right. How much
time do you need?

Enough time to kill our witness.

You think you can
get it done in a week?

Come on, Sammy.
Y-You can sleep at night,

you're, like, knocking off kids?

Detective Bryant!
Or is... or is Marta

threatening you, too?
JUDGE:
Enough, Detective!

(Sammy sighs)

(horn honking outside)

(indistinct radio transmission)

What's your problem?

You need to go home sick.

You need to just
relax-- I'm fine.

Besides, I'm kind of
out of sick days.

Okay, so take a T.O.
I'm out of overtime!

I don't care!
I can smell the
booze on you!

From two days ago!

I haven't had a drink
since yesterday.

I hit rock bottom, okay?

I'm taking care of this.

Yesterday. You just
said two days ago.

I got a couple of
days off coming up.

All right? I'll handle
it then, I promise you.

(indistinct radio transmission)

I'm telling you,
he is fine, girl.

Mm, I don't know.

Oh, come on, they're not
all idiots like Talib.

Hey, I'm cooking, too,
mac and cheese.

Mmm!
Four kinds of cheeses,
just the way you like it.

Oh, my God.
Ribs, turkey burgers.

The four-cheese mac?
See?

We're gonna have to run
an extra ten miles.

(laughs)
All right.

Last one has to
pay for lunch.

You got that,
you got that.

Wait! Hold... Wait!

I'll try to get
an administrative order

for her removal.
Excellent.

If that doesn't work,
I'll reach out

to an immigration judge I know,

see about getting
her hearing bumped up.

We already tried that.

She got asylum.

Well, ain't that a bitch.

Money laundering,
IRS...

Conspiracy,

RICO-- you're the Feds,
for God's sakes.

And I'm on it, guys.

Look, you know how many years

we've been trying
to put Marta Ruiz away?

She skates every time.

We need to put a case
on her ass now.

I'll do my best.

Where's Janilla?

She's, uh, working out
with the Explorers.

This long?

I'll check downstairs.
I'll try
the parking lot.

(door alarm dinging,
indistinct radio transmission)

All right, now, remember,
observe and evaluate the area.

The footprints...

the tire prints.

(flies buzzing)

(chuckles):
Well, I don't think somebody
lost their luggage.

(flies buzzing)

All right, thank you.
All right, hospital said

Janilla hasn't been in to see
her grandma since yesterday.

Told the watch commander
if anyone sees her,
call us immediately.

What's her
boyfriend's name?

Janilla's boyfriend,
the one in Grape Street,

what's his name?
Marquece. Marquece.

But, uh, she broke up
with him, right?

Yeah, but she's 15--
where else are you gonna go

when you're 15, you're scared,
you're bored,

ripped away from
everything you know?

I'll check for
last known address.

Well, Marta's been busy--
they just found the body

of an Avenues banger in a
suitcase at Dodger Stadium.

That's probably the
shooter who missed
Janilla at the courthouse.

You need to call me,
Janilla, right now.

Sammy, text her;
she'll read it.

He got pulled over
for a speeding ticket.

Got his last
known right here.

All right, we're gonna meet Sal
at Dodger Stadium.

Jesus Malverde.

The "narcosaint."

You know, from Sinaloa.

Patron saint
for drug dealers.

Looks like a bad actor in one
of those cheesy Mexican films,

you know?
Matinee idol.

Shouldn't even be
sharing the name Jesus.

It's freaking sacrilege.
(cell phone rings)

Hey. How are you?

Yeah. Me, too.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I'll be there.

All right. Bye.

DEWEY:
There's got to be a bathroom
around here somewhere, right?

God, I got to take a leak.

Hey, uh...

Is there a bathroom
up here somewhere?

¿Donde esta la baño?

(engine starting)

(laughing)

Really? Is that funny?

I'm going to go take a leak
on second base.

DEWEY:
All right, I'm
rolling with you, man.

You guys cover me here.

He smells like booze.

You notice that?

I've had it.
I'm not doing this anymore.

Boot.

Bottom line?

I'll cover for you as long
as it doesn't cost me my job

or land me in jail.

I think we're there.

He should have retired.

Turn him in.

You do it or I'll do it.

(tires squealing)

Stop!

Put your hands behind your back.

Why you running, huh?

Why you running?
You carrying?

No, man.
Y'all swooping in like that,

makes me agitated, for real.

You got to stop
Crippin', Rashad.

You sit on that curb
up there. Come on.

I'm just running from
the injunction, that's all.

(panting)

Let's go, Janilla.

But, I just...

Janilla!

What the hell
were you thinking?

You gonna do that
half-marathon?

I'm thinking of
doing Baker to Vegas.

(phone rings)
Hey!

Wow!

Hello?

Hey, Lydia.
Remember I talked to you

about our gang witness, Janilla?

LYDIA:
Uh-huh. I remember.

We really need your help.

Now?

This weekend?

I was planning on going
to a barbecue with friends.

So, bring her.

Look, I wouldn't ask you
unless I really had to.

All right.

All right. That's fine.

We can bring her now?

Sure. How long do you think
she's going to stay?

Couple days, tops.

I can't put her in the system.

So, what happened?

He tell you
that he missed you, hmm?

"Oh, Janilla,
I missed you so much."

(giggling)
"I can't live without you."

No.
(laughing)

What, though?

You felt lonely?

You miss your grandma?

Your friends?

(car door opens)

Okay.

Look, I know
this isn't easy for you.

It's all going
to be over soon.

You're doing the right thing.
You know that, right?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Where's Kimmy?

SUSAN:
She already left with Chandler.
She's sleeping there.

At a guy's house?

It's a girl, Sal.

What kind of name is Chandler?
You see what I'm talking about?

The whole world
is going to hell.

(sighs)

I spoke to Dina about Russ.

She really misses him, Sal.

She didn't spell it out,

but I think she'd be thrilled
if he came tonight.

All right, listen.

I'll call him, okay? Just...

So, did you happen to get

Chandler's folks' phone number
or anything?

Sal, I can't check up on her
every minute.

We have to trust her.

No, you trust her.

Why I got to go inside?

Think we got curbside
service, homie?

Ain't no drive-in, primo.

Come on.

Ya voy. Esta bien.

(phone beeps off)

Where's the girl at?

I had her.

Just like I told y'all I would.

Where's she at now?

Po-po came and got her.

How much you make off me?

We rock that shit up,

and it sold itself.

Now, I got a lot of respect
for y'all,

selling us like y'all do.

It don't usually
work that way.

That's right, pendejo.
And for that reason,

plus the money you still owe
me, you get me that girl.

I got no problem with that,
all right?

I'm tired of
that bitch anyway.

I don't like no kind of snitch.

Hold on! Hold on!

Easy, cuz!

I want to show y'all something.

"Trust no bitch."

I'm a bitch,

and you trust me.

You'd better find that girl
and make sure she stays there.

No more games.

I can do that.

She already texted me.

They're moving her.

Just give me a little time.
Let me settle in.

And I'll let you know
when you got your window.

You fuck up again,
your whole family's in trouble.

Everybody goes.

That's him.

Camilo "Chuco" Salazar.
"Maria's child."

We have to go tell Maria
her little buster's dead?

Yep, we do.

Well, they can "funeralize" him.

Hey.

What is "sexting"?

Is that what I think it is?

Yes. It's what
it sounds like.

I'm going to kill her.

I'm going to freaking kill her.

What are you doing
this weekend?

I am building
a decorative retaining wall

around my agave garden.

Nice.

DISPATCH:
6 Adam 43. A woman is screaming
at 2245 Van Ness.

Code 2, incident 1349, RD671.

Could they be any more vague?

I also got cactus, too.

WOMAN:
And they will take care of this.

You know I am right
and you are wrong.

You should have it!
What's going on?

Every day for 15 years!

Ma'am, what's the problem?
They're out of chicken nuggets!

I've eaten them every day
for 15 years!

And you called 911 because
they're out of chicken nuggets?

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know what
you're supposed to do,

but right now, you
need to bring it down!

No, I won't!
Yes, you will!

DISPATCH:
6 Adam 43, switch to channel 37
for the watch commander.

It's a private channel,
must be important.

6 Adam 43, Roger.

Ma'am?

Have you tried
the fish sandwich?

What?

The fish.

It's pretty good.

(car engine starting)

WATCH COMMANDER (over radio):
We have a witness staying
with one of our detectives

at her home,
which is in your area.

We're putting together
a security detail.

Roger that.

Work it out
with the other units,

but we want the house covered
around the clock.

Will do, sir.

Looks like you might be missing
your girlfriend's concert.

Yeah. I got that.

Yeah, well, we'll
see how it goes,

who else is working.

Thanks.

Well, are you hungry?

Not really.

We're invited
to a barbecue later.

Is there anything I can get you,
anything you may need?

No.

Come on, Janilla, help me out.

I know this isn't easy,

but at least let's try
to make the best of it.

We can have our own barbecue,

I can run to the store
and grab some burgers,

throw them
on the grill.

Rent some movies?

Okay.

Cool.

Are kids still saying "cool"?

So you're building this wall
by yourself?

(chuckles)

You nuts?

Got a friend
working with me.

(car engine starts in distance)

Caesar.

That's good.

What kind of concert
she doing tonight?

Ah, it's a club
in Silverlake.

She played me a CD;
she's-she's good.

What kind of stuff?

I don't know how
to describe it.

Um...

K.D. Lang meets

Joni Mitchell.

Cool.

I got to take a leak.

Again?

Yeah. What are you,
my mother?

(car door alarm dinging)

What's going on in here?

Nobody move.

Six A 37,

is Six L 20
available for a meet?

WOMAN:
Copy that. Stand by.

(cell phone ringing)

Where the hell have you been?

W-Whoa, whoa!

What are you so upset about?

Are you joking?

I had to hand Janilla over
to another detective

because you couldn't be
bothered to watch her.

On a holiday, no less.

How do you think
that made her feel?

I was gonna see
if you wanted to meet me

for an early dinner
at Church & State,

but I think I just changed
my mind, Sammy!

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

Uh, I'm just worried about her.

It's not your fault.

Damn it!

She's going to a rave!

You know how dangerous
those things are?

They actually have
ambulances waiting there

to handle all
the overdoses.

I'll go with you.
Me, too.

Yo!
Hey!

ID, please.

I ain't got no ID.

Um, he's my
boyfriend.

It's okay.

Uh, not really,
sweetheart.

I live here.

It's fine.

Call the station,
tell them what we've got.

Put your hands
in front of you, please.

Six Adam 43,
request L 90...

Why don't you guys
come sit on the porch.

...switch to TAC
frequency.

WOMAN:
Copy that, Six A 43.

(beep)

(groaning)

God, I was out
for a minute.

Want to go get
something to eat?

No.
Huh?

We're gonna wait here
for a little bit.

What, you
turning me in?

You're damn right I am!

You could do that to me?

I told you
again and again, Dewey,

you've been acting like
a shit cop.

Sergeant's meeting us here.

You ain't
turning me in.

(engine starts)

You ain't
turning me in.

(tires screech)

Dewey, stop
the damn car!

Stop this fucking car
right now!

All right, I can
take it from here.

Look, you're gonna
have to leave.

It's not personal,

but if you care anything about
her, this is for her safety.

So you're gonna
have to go.

Right now.

(sighs)

Look, I'm sorry, Janilla.

But this is for your safety,

and that has to be
my number one concern.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

(all chuckle)

(door closes)

We're here
if you need us.

Thanks, guys.

Dewey, stop the damn car!

What the hell
are you doing?! Fuck!

Dewey, cut it out!

Dewey, stop!

You're being like
a fucking kid!

(tires screech)

You ain't turning me in.

(grunting)

Stop the car right now!

What the hell?!

Don't do this!

Listen to me!

Stop this car
right this minute!

The hell are
you doing?!

(radio static crackles)

CHICKIE:
Officers need help!

(spits)

(coughing)

We have been in a T.C.!

Car is inside the L.A. River,

just north of
the 1st Street Bridge!

Requesting an ambulance!

That sounds like Chickie.

Inside the river?

Must have gone off the
bridge or something.

Call for backup.

Request security backup
our location.

DISPATCH:
...A 54, on our way.

How far are you?

30 seconds out.

Copy.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(groans)

He's going
to the farm.

He can dry out.

This sucks.

Hey, he could've
killed you.

Hey, he'll be fine.

All right?

He'll get the help
he needs.

(engine idling)

(sighs)

Hi.

I'm sorry.

I-I should have asked.

It's okay.

(sobs)

It's okay.

I'm so sorry.

Me, too.
Me, too.

It's gonna be okay.

Is it?

(sniffles)

(techno music playing,
kids chattering)

"Rave all day
and night.

DJs will play
till you go home."

That's a nitrous
oxide tank.

Don't worry, if she's here,
we'll find her.

(cell phone ringing)

(groans)

Kimmy, where are you?

Daddy, I called
to tell you I love you.

And I love Mommy...

Kimmy, Kimmy, listen to me.

Where exactly are you?

Are you at the rave?

(laughs):
We left.
Kimmy, listen to me!

I-I'm downtown, okay?

I'm here to get you, sweetheart.

Okay, I love you, Daddy.

Bye.

(laughs)

Kimmy, don't hang up!

Drink water.

Kimmy? Kimmy?

She's as high
as a kite.

Be all right.

It'll be all right.

Those are really pretty.

Yeah, my mom
grew them.

And I'm trying
not to kill them.

(chuckles)

I don't exactly
have a green thumb.

It's really quiet
out here.

Yeah.

You know, it's also
'cause it's a holiday.

What is that about again?

Memorial Day?
Mm-hmm.

It's meant to honor

those that died
fighting for our country.

My granddaddy,
he died in Vietnam.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

That counts.

(chuckles)

Yo, you better
send some help.

An officer just got shot.

I'm right here on San Fernando
by the park

on Sun Valley Road.

Hurry up; I think he's dying.

He's over here
convulsing shit.

(car alarm wailing in distance)

WOMAN (over radio):
All units, citizen reports
officer down, needs help.

Shots fired, San Fernando Road
near Sun Valley Park.

(siren wailing)

(door closes)

Hey, boot, you want
me to call that girl?

Can, uh, explain
why you're late.

No thanks.

I'll write
you a note.

Have a good weekend.

You, too.

There's an officer
needs help call

that went out in
North Hollywood.

Just being paranoid, Sammy.

Maybe.

* Traveling around
sure gets me down and lonely *

* Nothing else to do
but close my mind *

* Sure hope the road
don't come to own me *

* There's so many dreams
I've yet to find *

* But you're so far away

* Doesn't anybody stay
in one place anymore? *

(TV playing in background)

(Janilla chuckles)

MAN (on TV):
Harry!

(woman speaking indistinctly
on TV)

MAN:
Harry! Harry!

Your wife-- she's wrecking
the town looking for you.

Come on, I got to get
you out of here!

(giggling)

HARRY:
If she sees me out there,
she's gonna kill me!

(crickets chirping)

Janilla, I'm going
to the kitchen

to get something.
Do you want anything?

Oh, no, I'm good.

(Janilla laughing)

MAN (on TV):
Harry! Harry!

I think everything
is fine, okay?

I just thought I saw something,
and I need to make sure.

(static crackles)
One-King-54,
requesting assistance.

1487 Magnolia.

Possible men with guns.

(loud crashing nearby)

Come on.

(whispering):
Okay, I want you
to get into the tub.

Use this only
if you have to.
(whimpering)

Take it.

(rack shell into chamber)

(panting)

(rack shell into chamber)

(shell casing clatter to floor)

(shell casing clinks on floor)

(siren wailing)
All units now,
all units.

Come on, man, go.

Go! Go! Go! Go!
Jeez.

(closes door)

(floorboard above creaking)

You gonna shoot me puta?

(gunshot)

(shotgun cocking)

It's okay, it's okay.
You're okay.

Lock the door behind me.

(gasping)

(car engine starts,
rapid gunfire)

(cocks gun)

(engine revving)

(glass shattering,
tires squealing)

You get a good
look at them?

Yeah.

Got somewhere
to go tonight?

I don't know--
call a friend.

Is there something
you need me to do?

Hey, you okay?

I think so.

Can I talk to you
for a moment?

(sirens wailing)

The U.S. Marshals
are on their way.

She'll go into
witness protection tonight.

Now you have
the money.

That's the way
it is, Detective.

Guys.

Ben, I've been, I've been
trying to call you all day

to-to talk about this.

Then I realized,
we can't talk, like...

(sighs)

You know?
Yeah.

I'm going back to New York
tomorrow.

I'm sorry.
I just...

I was seeing someone
there, and...

I thought I was done,
I did,

but, um, we've been talking
the past couple of weeks,

and... I think we need
to give it another shot.

You sure?

Yeah, I am.

That's not what
I expected, you know.

Uh... yeah, yeah, I do.

Come on, come on.

I'm, I'm sorry.

*

*

(crying):
I love you, Daddy.

(angry shouting in distance)

Susan said
he lost his job.

Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.

You know what, I'm going to
see if they want to come over

and have a drink, you know?

Make a little peace
for the night.

See you later.

(fireworks exploding)

(fireworks whistling
and popping)

(angry shouting inside house)

(knocking)

(sighs)

(fireworks popping
and whistling)

Hey, Larry, how you doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't, don't...!

BRIDGET:
I told you we shouldn't
keep a gun in the house!

What are you...
Put the fucking gun down!

What the...?
(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(fireworks popping)