Southland (2009–2013): Season 2, Episode 1 - Phase Three - full transcript

Southland 2x01
Phase Three
Original Air Date on March 2, 2010

(siren chirps)

(people shouting)

Get up!
Stand back! Stand back!

Got him?
Get back!

Get back!

Get back! Get back!

(percussive beat)

MAN:
Officer Ben Sherman
is halfway through

his one-year probationary
period as an LAPD officer.

The job hasn't turned out to be
exactly what he'd expected.



(birds chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

Cathleen Kerik calls me
last night here at the house.

Okay? And she
tells me attendance

for the press conference
is mandatory.

Can you believe that?

Like I'm some kid, and I'm
gonna skip school the next day.

It won't be so bad.

Won't be so bad?

Come on, Russ. What am I--
the poster child

for the entire department now?

Come on. You love it.

I do not, Russ.

(exhales)



Well, you can't blame them.

I mean, you look great on TV.

(scoffs)
They probably want me to pose
with the damn shotgun.

What are you gonna wear?

What?

Uh, you know what?

You should wear
that black jacket.

Shut up.

You're gonna be on the news.
You might as well look good.

How are you doing?

Great.

Thinking about running
an Iron Man this weekend.

Hey, I got to go.

Well, hey, I'm gonna stop by
later on, all right?

Okay. Sure.

Take care, partner.

(men chuckling)

(turns video off)
Listen up.

We live in the digital age.

You are always being recorded.

If it isn't a citizen
with a camcorder,

it's a security camera
down the street

or a banger with an iPhone.

There's no place to hide.
You will be on TV.

Spoke to Dewey
in rehab yesterday.

He's at Malcolm's House
in Palm Springs

if any of you want to visit.

I'm passing around a card
if you want to sign.

Lucky bastard.

Wish I had
a drinking problem.

(laughter)
We have a gang abatement
press conference today.

The process does work,
so if you see dealing

at any of the dope houses,
document it.

D.A.'s office is
pressing hard again.

Here's the stolen cars
for today.

All right, Brown,
you're with Ferguson, A35.

Cooper and Sherman
are working A43.

Salazar and Chavez...

(quietly):
He's sticking her
with the Slug.

Slug?
Sherman.

Captain wants
to see you

end of shift.
That's it.

Good luck.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
wait a minute.

Who are you?

I'm Rene Cordero,
your new partner.

Stop doing that.

Detective Fernandez,

there's a guy out there

who seems to think
he's my new partner.

He is your
new partner.

You said I could work alone
until Russ gets back.

We're not sure
Russ is coming back.

Who says?

His doctor,
apparently.

He's coming back.

Give Cordero
a few weeks.

(sighs)

I'm sorry about
your partner.

I know this must
be rough for you.

I've got this.

Excuse me.

Captain wants to talk to you

about completing Phase Two
of your probationary training.

He'll ask you some questions;

he'll look at your book;

and he'll stamp your pass
to Phase Three.

That means you get to ride
in the car by yourself.

But just because
the department says you're ready

doesn't mean I think
you're ready. Here.

Phase Three,
you drive.

Cool.

We'll find out
if it's cool.

Those suspects
who are not dead or in jail

will be in custody soon.

This is ground zero,
and we will not be going away.

Freaking dog-and-pony show.

You have the right
to be safe in your beds.

You have the right
to be safe in the streets,

and we're not gonna tolerate
gang violence any longer.

(tires squeal, gunfire)

(woman screams)

(engine revs)

(crowd shouting)

We cut the head off
of one of the gangs today.

And you all know
what it's like

when a chicken gets
its head cut off?

It runs around a little bit.

And we're gonna chase
these headless chickens

for as long as it takes.

(applause)

(gunfire)

(horns honking)

(gunfire)
POLICE CHI:
It's very simple.

You use a gun, you go to jail.

You sell drugs
from your house,

we will
knock it down.
WOMAN:
Yeah!

We are here to stay...

for as long as it takes.

WOMAN:
Yeah!
(applause)

Now, knock it down!

(crowd whooping)

(tires screech)

(gunfire)

(tires squeal)

Do we handle Missing Persons?
Excuse me?

This call, it's an
old missing guy, right?

I thought all missing reports
went downtown.

Patrol must think
there's something more to it.

Oh, yeah?

Like what?

Are you married?

No.

What?! Why is a fine woman
like you not married?

Ooh, you know, let's stop
with the "fine woman" talk.

I real hate that.

I'm just trying
to be friendly.

Don't.

How you doing?
Good.

Detective Moretta.

Somebody pissed somebody off.

Who is this guy?
He only has Mexican I.D.

Looks like
a day worker.

Day worker?
In a Bentley?

God bless America.

Who's the car registered to?

Platinum Motorsports
on La Brea.

Oh, yeah?

That's Trinny Day's place.

SAMMY:
Oh, yeah?
l put him away

back in the '80s--
a huge dealer, banger.

Was it reported stolen?

No, we checked.

This is some
south-of-the-border shit.

Sinaloa
shoot-out.

(sighs):
Phase Two used
to be nine months.

Nine. Now it's six.

Pretty soon,
they'll be

sending you boots straight
from Academy graduation

to raiding ganhouses
by yourself in Watts.

So, wh's the deal with
Chickie and that Ferguson guy?

The Slug?

They pissed at Chickie
for turning Dewey in?

He was drinking
on the job.

She-she shouldn't report that?

You got to be able to trust
who you work with.

She rode with Dewey
for years.

She knew
he needed help.

She waits until
he flips a car

to say something?

Nah. Your partner's in trouble,

you find a way
to help him before

it gets out of control.

Hey! Yellow does
not mean stop.

Okay? You almost
caused an accident.

You got something
to be nervous about?

No, no.
No?

Yes, I mean...
Are you sure?

No, I'm sorry. Yes.

Get the hell
out of here.

Hey! When it is green.

Both hands on the wheel--
it's not your daddy's Jag.

Go!

(honking horn)
Go! Come on!

There's no way he'd leave
his tools out here like this.

And his cane?

LYDIA:
Your brother
lives alone?
Yes.

At 82?

He's very
independent.

I come by to check
on him every morning.

That was the last time
you saw him?

Yes. I-I help him
to monitor his sugar,

and I give him his shot;
he's a diabetic.

Has he ever
wandered off before?

He hasn't
wandered off!

Something's
happened to him!

Does he have any history
of Alzheimer's,

dementia, never
disappeared overnight

or for a couple of hours?
No! Never.

Okay. Anything missing

from inside?
Nope.

Just his car.

His car?

(scoffs)
He drives?

Can somebody tell me
when he's on the road,

so I can be at home
watching TV?

Canvass the neighborhood.

Find out
if anybody saw him leave.

Here you go.

You know, we should
call this in.

Let Missing Persons
handle it.

You got someplace else
you need to be, then go.

I'm sure Fernandez
will find somebody else

for you to work with.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Turn right.

Turn right! Turn right!

What'd you see?

Okay.

Okay.

Hold that.

(sighs)

Go.

I can't believe this guy.

I'm telling you, Russ,
you would die.

He's got a little hanky
in his jacket pocket.

He was interrogating
this poor woman

like he was Sherlock Holmes

with these penetrating
questions.

Well, he is a detective, Lydia.

I know, but I'm telling you
you would hate him.

He just wants
to hang out downtown

and wait for something sexy

or like a double homicide
or a beheading.

Hey, uh, I gotta go.

Well, you want me to bring you
something by later?

Uh, no. You know what?

Dina's coming by
in a little bit.

You know I have your back,
partner, right?

Yeah.

Detective!

You're driving too fast.

Slow down.

(sighs)

You pass Driver Training
at the Academy?

Yeah, I did,
with flying colors.

How's your back?

What?

Your back--
how is it?

Look at this.

Hey, dummy!

Look like a public urinal
to you?

Stop now.

What's your name?

Alan Gaylord.

What's in the bag?

Beer.

Cite him.

What for?

25.620A: Open container.

May I see
your I.D., sir?

Your I.D. Hands.

I'm on parole.

This gonna violate me?

Turn around
and face the fence.

Hands behind your head.

I don't know, Alan.

If I search your pockets,
am I gonna find anything?

No.

How about when

I put your name
in my computer?

We gonna come back
with any warrants?

No, sir.

All right.

You know what, Alan?

It's your lucky day.

You're just gonna get a ticket
and be on your way.

Why don't you
have a seat.

The old guy was out front
when I was leaving for work.

He's always out there
working in his garden.

Guy's a (bleep) fossil.

He's, like,
a hundred or something.

Gets pissed when
you park on the street

in front of his house.

Starts yelling
and shit.

Just tell the detective
what you saw.

As I'm walking to my car,

there's a guy in the yard
talking to him.

And that was unusual?

This guy, yeah.

He was sketchy,
you know?

Standing over
the old man.

Sketchy how?

Big, shaved head.

Caucasian, Hispanic?

Black.

And I was thinking
if the old man was yelling

at this guy for parking
in front of his house,

he was gonna get
his ass kicked.

But then they just got
in the old man's car
and drove off.

Did Mr. Noyes go willingly?

Big guy sort of helped him up.
Had him by the arm.

Did he see something?
Did you see my brother?

What did he do?

Did he seem like
he was scared,

intimidated in any way?

I don't know.

It was kind of weird is
that they left, though.

The big guy was driving.

I could see the old man
in the seat next to him.

I thought maybe he was crying.

Oh, God.

You want me to start
the paperwork

to get his bank records?

I already
started it.

Should we call
a press conference?

Press conference?

You know, alert the media.

Let the public help us find him.

4,000 people go missing
a year in L.A.

We can't run to the media
ten, 12 times a day.

82-year-old man, diabetic,

abducted from in front
of his nice little house

in broad daylight.

We don't know that
he was abducted.

Hello.

Yes. All right, thanks.

The coroner
doesn't have him.

Makes for a nice story
on Channel 5.

You want the media,
call the sister.

A distraught family member
always works best.

You just want your
damn face on TV.

It's a nice face, though.

DISPATCH:
843, handle a code 30
at 1601 North Santa Fe Street.

843 en route.

Meet the owner
in front of the building.

I guess somebody
studied their map book.

I did, actually.

Nobody broke in
the front door,

but the alarm went off
hours ago.

I've been calling and
calling and calling.

Sorry to make
you wait, sir.

We've been out

doing actual
police work.

Good morning, sir!

(chuckles)
How are you today?

Could you just get me down?

You know, I can't
figure you guys out.

You plan a burglary,

I mean, you must have
had drivers waiting

to come in the
front door, right?

You go through
all that trouble,

and you can't bring a rope
that's long enough.

You know how many
of these dumbasses

I've had to cut down?

Look, man, my shoulders
are killing me.

Can you just hurry it up?

Where are the other guys?

Read me my rights

and get me
the (bleep) down!

Actually, I don't have
to read them.

See, I have them memorized.

Did you pee your pants?

Come on, man.

You come to me, you legitimately
want to turn your life around,

you got a job here.

Louis was like that.

He was one of my best workers.

He was executed in one
of your Bentleys

with coke on him.

Guys slip.

They get back into the life.

They can't cut the ties.

Louis was former law enforcement
in Mexico.

When I met him
and gave him the job,

he was on the side of the road
selling oranges.

That's a very
moving story,

but I still
want to know

why this poor worker

was driving a
hundred-thousand- dollar car

with narcotics in it.

Did he take the car
without your knowledge?

That's what I'm saying.

I think I'm saying that.

But if your man here
was listening,

you know what I'm saying...

You're back in the game,
aren't you, Trinny?

Is this whole thing
just a front?

Got your brothers

and others dealing
for you again?

You got
your hustle going?

Nah, listen, man.

The only hustle that I have
going on is between me and God.

And he's so good to me,

I got all the ballers,
I got all the rappers,

everybody want to come
over here and get

their Trinny on, you know what
I'm saying? Money be green.

You know
what I'm saying?

All I got to do
is to stop

the violence, increase
the peace on the streets,

help out my fellow suffering

gang members...

Don't you mean former
gang members?

(chuckles)

Y'all got a lot
of learning to do.

Y'all should just go talk
to y'all boss, man.

I got a lot of respect

for Detective Salinger.
You know why?

You're gonna tell us, right?

When I was clean,
he let me go.

When I was dirty,
I did the time.

Not like some others. Respect!

That's what we got
going on.

That's what me and him
got going on.

Mr. Noyes withdrew $400
from his ATM account

last night at 7:54.

He attempted to withdraw
another $400

from our branch
on North Hill at 8:26,

but was denied.

Would you like me
to cue it up

to last night's
transactions?

Yes, please.

(typing)

Yeah, that's Noyes,

but I can't see
the guy next to him.

Were there any other attempts
made to withdraw money

last night or this morning?

No.

Is that
the only angle?

Yes.
Well, there are people

waiting in line
behind them.

Maybe they had
to wait, too.

Can you pull up
the transaction before?

Sure.

CORDERO:
Damn, he's big.

(phone rings)

Adams.

Thanks. Patrol found his car.

Droopy, why'd you go and kill
that nice girl for, huh?

I swear it wasn't me, dawg.

It was someone
that looked like me.

I hate when
that happens.

Seriously, fool, it wasn't me.

I wasn't anywhere near there.

Well, there was,

there was a shootout
this morning

on the Fourth Street bridge.

You hear anything
about that?

(chuckles)

That's some wild, wild West
shit right there.

The car was registered
to your old boss Trinard Day.

Trinny Day, ese.

(sighs)

Feel so bad for being
a banger, eh?

Gonna make some amends.

(chuckles)
Sabes que, that fool's
still dealing drugs.

Still selling weapons,

only now he calls himself
a-a "interventionist."

He's getting funded
by the government.

Find out what happened
this morning.

Then we'll see
what we can do

for you from our end.

All right, I'll keep my ear
to the ground.

Hey, check it out, dawg.

I got a new tattoo.

Oh, wow,
look at that.

You always liked
this shit.

That's good.

"Mama Tried."

You know the song?

What song?

Como que, what song?

Merle Haggard, vato.

Merle who?

"Mama Tried."

Can you sing it?

(chuckles)

Can he sing it?
Check this out.

? I turned 21 in prison ?

? Doing life without parole ?

? No one could steer me right,
but Mama tried ?

? Mama tried, Mama tried. ?

(both laughing)

Hey, this boy always
cracks me up, dawg.

It's good.
I like it. I like it.

Keep digging, Droopy.

I will.

Don't worry about that.

(toilet flushes)

Hey. But then you got to get me
out of here, all right?

We'll do our best, bro.

So the security guard
found it parked here.

He was gonna call to have it
towed until he looked inside.

Anything in the trunk?
No.

Perimeter, Dumpsters?

Everything
on this block.

You want us to
widen the search?

(helicopter passing overhead)

(train whistle blowing
inistance)

I'll call,
get a K-9 unit down here.

Ex-Mexican federale gets
executed in broad daylight

in the middle
of Silver Lake.

This is freakin'
major, guys.

The Bentley
comes back to Trinny?

Yeah.

The victim worked at Platinum.

GIL:
You have any idea
how close you all came

to (bleep) up a six-month
surveillance today?

Yo, Gil,
what's up, bro?

What's up? What's up
is that we've been

on this guy for months and
you guys almost blew it.

Who the hell are you?

Who am I? I'll
tell you...

This is Gil Puente;
he's one of us.

Narcotics.

What are we talking about?

Trinny Day.
I see you guys

march in, it's like
a freakin' nightmare.

I'm like... (scoffs)
Almost pissed my pants.

You guys are set up over
at Platinum Motor Sports?

Yes, we are,
for the last six weeks.

Yeah, well, how were
we supposed to know that?

We're working a homicide.

Yo, man, that's
number two.

Gil, Gil, we didn't know,
dude, all right?

We'd never step on your toes
like that. Come on.

Yo, who is
this guy, man?

This is my partner, all right?

Sammy Bryant,
Gil Puente.

We used to work
narcotics together

back in the day.

Delighted. Anyway,
man, how are you?

I'm-I'm, I'm pretty good, man.

We just had another baby.

What?!
Yeah.

Yo, come here, man!

Yo, that's beautiful, bro!

Yo, congrats!
Thank you.

GIL:
You got a factory, huh?!

How about you, man?
You got any kids?

We're trying.

Yeah? Well, try
harder, man.

(laughs)
Anyway, man,
the shootout

with the Bentley, the
driver was my snitch.

What's Trinny up to?

He's running coke
out of Mexico.

Laundering the money,

bringing it back in.
Hey, man, why don't

you guys come hang
out with us, man?

We got ATF,
FBI, DEA on it.

We could fold in
your homicide.

Hell, yeah, man.
Yeah?

Yeah.
I mean, you know,
that's of course,

you know, Big Papa
over here says it's okay

to come run
with the big dogs.

Huh?

Henry Noyce is 82
and was last seen

accompanied by this man.

If you have any information
about either man,

you're asked to contact
the Los Angeles Police.

WOMAN:
He's diabetic.

He doesn't hr very well, so...

If you've seen him,
please, please help us.

Not a dry eye in the house.

We missed out getting some nice
face time on that one though.

All right, thanks.

K-9 unit didn't find anything.

How'd you know?

What?

The call from patrol.

Why didn't you just hand it off
to Missing Persons downtown?

Instinct?

Co?o, that's why
I picked you.

I mean, I knew
you were a star.

I just didn't have
any idea what level.

You picked me?

Yeah, girl.

I called in some favors,
got some hook-ins,

people looking out for me.

And you got to do
the same thing.

You got to start using
that star quality you got.

There's no telling
where we could go.

You know?

Excuse me.

Mm-hmm.

(typing)

(phone ringing)

Adams.

CHICKIE:
That looks like one of
the stolen cars from roll call.

Run the plate.

I don't like
using the computer.

Call it in then.

What unit are we?

A-35.

A-35. Need wants
and warrants on

2-Paul-Charles-
Edward-0-9-6.

What?

We got a hit off the picture.

Alan Gaylord.

Can't be sure it's him.

The picture is
kind of grainy.

He one of your guys?

Yeah, paroled
two weeks ago.

I only seen him
a couple of times.

You know where he is now?

You mean where he's
supposed to be.

He was paroled
into a residential

drug treatment facility.

I called.

He walked out yesterday,
hasn't come back.

Can he just
walk out?

They gave him a day pass
to go to the DMV.

Supposed to call me first
to get permission.

And did they?

No.

We're under a federal
court order to release

40,000 inmates this year
to relieve overcrowding.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

DISPATCH:
A-35, you got a code 37 vehicle.

What's your location?

372 Coliseum.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(siren whoops)

(car horn honking)

...372 Coliseum Street.

What the hell's he doing?

(siren whooping, horn honking)

I'm contact.
You're cover.

(engine revving)

Sir. Sir!

CHICKIE (over speakers):
Pull over!

Put the car in park!

Take the keys

out of the
ignition now!

(crowd chattering)

Sir!

Stop the car now!

(engine revving)

Sir, stop the car!

(crowd cmoring)

Stop the car, sir!
(tires screech)

Stop!
Stop the car.

Take the keys

out of the ignition!
(tires screech)

Sir, step away from the car!

Sir!

Step away
from the car!
Stop!

Back up! Back up!

Just back up!

(clamoring)
MAN:
Why don't y'all
leave him alone!

Kevin!

(tires screech)

Don't move!

Ferguson!

(screaming, clamoring)

He shot him!

He shot Kadeen!

He shot him!

Calm down!
You better back off!

(all shouting)

Get back!
Get back!

DISPATCH:
A-35, officer needs help.

Shots fired.

We've got an unruly crowd.

Turn it around.

(siren wailing)

A-43 responding.

A-35, shots fired,
officer in trouble.

I'm gonna be sick.

Can you pull over?
Code three.

Come on.

(crowd clamoring)
Get out of the car!

Turn around!
Turn around right now!

He's not shot!

Just put your hands
above your head!

Get back! Get back! Get back!

Get back! Get back!

Get back!

Everyone, get back!

(clamoring continues)

(shouting)

Get away! Get away!

Get away!

Back up! Back up!

Bryant, need some backup.

Bryant, I need backup.
Get off of me!

(siren wailing)

Clear right.

Can you pull over, please?
Shut up!

God, man.

(crowd shouting)

Stay back! Back up!

He is not shot!

He's just cut
from broken glass.

Get out of the way
right now.

We will run you over.

(over speaker):
Get out of the street.

Get off! Get off!
Get off!

Get off!

Stay back! Stay back!

Stay back. We're good.

Get back. Get back!

Come on.
Get him out of here.

Go. Let's go!

Get off! Get off!

Get out of here!

Get the hell out of here!

Get off!

Get off! Get back!

Back up!
Get him out
of here.

Watch your head.
Watch your head.

Get out of here!
Get out of here!

Back up!
Back up!
Get him out of here.

Get him out! Go!

Back up!

Move! Move!

Back the (bleep) up!

(engine starting)

What the hell
happened out there?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Ferguson fired
his weapon?

I've got
to get him inside

and notify
Force Investigation.

Let's go!

I'm driving.

(engine starting)

MAN (over radio):
All units be on the lookout

for a male black, Alan Gaylord.

Six-two, 200 pounds, bald.

Last seen in the 800 block

of South Kenmore
yesterday evening

wearing jeans
and a dark blue windbreaker

with yellow stripes
on the sleeves.

Wanted in connection

with a possible kidnapping
and vehicle theft.

A-43.
We had contact

with an Alan Gaylord
earlier today.

Who's handling?

We cited him on Garvey,
north of Third,

at about 10:00
this morning.

He give you
an address?

Yeah, his I.D.
said Bakersfield,

but he was staying
at a drug rehab house

in Koreatown;
I've got the address.

No, we've been,
and he's not there.

You search him?
Yeah.

No drugs,
no weapons.

Had a couple hundred
in 20s on him.

Said he got it
from a relative.

Well, he's an addict.

If he got high last night
and this morning,

he's probably looking
to cop by now.

Maybe we'll find him
in a box.

Where'd you learn
to drive like that?

BMW School when your daddy

bought you
your new car?

Tonight with the captain.

Be all right.

Just answer his questions.

At least I won't have
to do paper on you

every night anymore.

Why don't we
leave this to patrol?

He's got cash burning
a hole in his pocket.

He's going to keep
coming out to score

until he runs
out of money.

Or he bought everything
he needed last night

and he's somewhere
holed up getting his high.

Do me a favor.

Let's just not talk.

BEN:
Think there's any chance
the old man is still alive?

Department's got an awful lot
of units out there.

Stop talking.

A-43. We have suspect,

Alan Gaylord,
in sight.

237 wall north side.

I got him.
I got him.

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

A-43. Suspect fleeing on foot.

(siren wailing in distance)

WOMAN (over radio):
All units, A-43
is in foot pursuit

of a kidnapping suspect
eastbound

on First Street and Main.

K-54, show us
responding

to A-43's location,
code two.

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

(panting)

(train whistle blowing)

(metallic thud, groaning)

(grunting and groaning)

(siren wailing)

(handcuffs latching,
man groaning)

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Can't breathe.

Hey, you
all right?

(groaning)

Where is he?

(helicopter whirring overhead)

(garbled radio transmission)

(siren wailing)

Got him.

(traffic passing by in distance)

Did you carry him
down here by yourself?

MAN:
Detective?

We may have a pulse here.

(siren wailing in distance,
helicopter whirring overhead)

(stabbing, yelling)

Trinny Day says hello,
you little snitch!

(Miguel crying, grunting)

Shit!

(gasping):
Shit... shit...

Hey.

You wait for me?

Yeah.

You all right?

Couple of cracked ribs.

It's gonna put a crimp
on my handball game.

How's our old guy?

Mm, we won't know
for a couple of days.

He lost a lot

of blood.

You're pretty fast.

I'm impressed.

What?

Chasing Gaylord--
you must have ran

that last 40 in
what, five flat?

I ran track in college.

So did I.

Distance, mostly.

Sprinter.

So...

want to buy an injured
colleague a drink?

Maybe two?

No, I have someplace to be.

Hot date, huh?

No, nothing like that.

Right.

Hope you get lucky.

(quietly):
Oh, wow.

(groans quietly)

(sighs):
So...

how is your back?
Fine.

So, we're gonna
process you here,

but you're gonna get booked
down in juvenile hall,

and that's where
your mom's gonna be

waiting for
you, okay?

Okay.

You want to find
a minute,

talk about what
happened out there?

No.

Hey, guys.

Thank you.

Sherman,

captain's waiting.

You sure you want to do
this task force thing?

Yeah, man, it's going
to be great.

It was a freaking blast.

You two go way back, huh?

The academy.
Patrol down at Newton.

Way back, man.
We good?

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah?

? ?

(whistles)
Oh, no!

Uh-oh, man.
Que onda, brother, huh?

How are you?
Come on, man.

(laughing)
Hey, this is my brother
right here.

Everybody say hello.

Introduce yourselves.
I'm Nate.
Nice to meet you.

All right, don't be shy.
Don't be shy.

Hey, Mickey, right?

No, no, some water.
Water, water.

Que water, ni
water, man.

Whiskeys all around.

(indistinct chattering)

So when I get there this morning

the dude is putting
all your stuff in a box.

Unbelievable.

You know I told him
immediately to stop.

You know what else
he tells me?

That he asked
to work with me.

He has some hookup
with upper management,

can get
whatever he wants.

Like that's supposed
to impress me.

Lydia, I talked
to Fernandez.

I told her
to box it all up.

I didn't know that.

Well, I guess
he did okay later.

You know, he chased
the guy down

pretty good
when he had to.

I guess.

Hey...

I'm, like, pretty tired.

I'm sorry. I've been going on.

I'm going to go right now.

I just miss you.

(sobbing)

(sighs)

Russ...

(sighs)

Hey.

Captain signed my book.

Finished Phase Two.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Four months to go.

Congratulations.

So, want to grab a drink,
help me celebrate?

Thanks.

I think I'm just going
to head home.
Yeah.

Captain was right
to sign your book.

You're going to
be a great cop.

(horn honking)

Later, bro.

(horn honking)