Southland (2009–2013): Season 2, Episode 6 - Maximum Deployment - full transcript

You're still calling him "partner."

That can't make him feel good.

I'm just trying to give him hope

and let him know I'm still there for him.

I just miss you.

You're a crap cop, okay, Chickie?

You used to be a good one,
but you're not anymore.

You know, it goes against
my business instinct,

but you might have a little drug problem.

Let's get out of here.

(Sirens wailing)



John!

Need a hand! Somebody's pinned!

Come here!

I'm gonna check the legs.

He's clear!

- Clear?
- Yeah.

Guys, the back.

Push it down. We're going to lift up.

Okay. On three. One, two, three.

That a cop is only as
strong as his partner.

(Sighs)

(Groans)

We got a double.

Who's on it?



Me. I'm up.

Good. You can take the new guy with you.

New guy?

Ray's in court for one day and
you stick me with somebody else?

I like Ray.

We click.

Trust me. You'll like this one, too.

Russ, you're out of the hospital.

Yeah. A week ago.

A week?

It's been a week since I've talked to you?

Mm-hmm.

He's on light duty.

So, don't go chasing after any criminals.

(Chuckles)

Surprised?

Yeah. Dina let you out of the house?

Yeah. She's in New York,
meeting with publishers.

Publishers?

Yeah. She's trying to sell her blog.

"I heart a cop."

Gonna make it into a book.

But there's not a lot of love

between the two of us these days.

So, that means it'll be a work of fiction.

Yeah. Exactly.

"I like Ray. We click"?

(Groans)

The ones I've been getting
aren't working anymore, Laurie.

Your dealer is not
selling you placebos, John.

You know him?

No. Lis...

You're building up a tolerance, okay?

Even if I gave you something stronger,

you'll eventually build
a tolerance to that, too.

You are in pain for a reason.

You've got to start listening to your body

or you are going to
wind up in a wheelchair.

You know, I don't know
a lot of married couples

that can still stand each
other after a divorce.

Yeah.

I still think of you as family.

What?

You have cancer or something?

I'm turning 40 next week.

And I'm thinking about having a kid.

That's good. A kid.

Uh...

Who with?

I'm checking out options, okay?

Adoption. And, um, a sperm donor.

(Sighs)

(Chuckles) Hey, hey.

I wouldn't laugh.

I used to think that we were going
to have a child together once.

You asking to have a kid with me?

Will you at least think about it?

Yeah.

I'll think about it.

Thank you.

(Dog barking) Other end
of a black man's gun,

you're either gonna get shot or robbed.

And one of these six-toed,
banjo-playing peckerwoods

points a gun at you, you're
going to the desert in a cooler.

Probably make a belt
buckle out of your nipples.

Well, you gotta admire their
leather-working skills, huh?

Andy: So, did you, uh...
did you get that reservation?

- Sal: I did. Thank you.
- Sure.

What, you taking Captain Sue out tonight?

Yep, going to finally
celebrate her promotion.

Andy: Look at this guy.

- Married to the bars and stars.
- Let me ask you something.

Does she sign your overtime slips?

- 'Cause that would be convenient.
- Ha, ha, funny guy.

Does she, uh... does she
like to clean your gun?

Ooh, that's... (Laughs)

(Phone rings) Shut up!

Excuse me, ladies.

Hey, hey, hey, Andy. Sorry, it's early.

- I haven't had any coffee.
- Hey, how's it going?

I'm doing a story on the Canyon rapist.

Three rapes in one month.

Yeah, scumbag.

Impersonating a cop.

City's in a panic.

Do you care to comment?

I think I just did.

I want to see you, Sal.

Yeah, yeah.

I want to see you, too.

All right, listen up.

We're at Max deployment.
Everyone knows why.

The canyon rapist.

There will be no days off.

All vice, SPU and nonessential

Detective personnel will roll
with us until further notice.

This guy's hit our division
three times in the last month.

I take that personally.

I know you do, too.

(Siren wailing)

All right, now that you got

your car assignments,
I'm gonna turn it over

to Detective Roberts with sex crimes.

Roberts: The guy we're looking
for is a male Caucasian.

Six-foot-two.

Hundred ninety pounds.

Brown hair.

Blue eyes. Approximate age, 40.

His uniform is like ours.

His badge is a shield.

(Tapping window)

This department's had to overcome a lot

these past 20 years.

There are people out there

who will think this is another dirty cop.

We can't allow that to happen.

The sooner we catch this guy,

the sooner we can all go back to normal.

(Woman crying)

Max deployment is not
the way to go for this.

Care to tell me why?

Sure. The rapist

is used to seeing one or two
black-and-whites on the street.

Now he sees ten to 20.

Chickie: Maybe that's the idea.

It'll push him out of our area.

Force him into hiding.

Five times the amount
of boots on the street.

Just makes it that much more
likely we're gonna catch him.

Yeah.

Well, you're wrong.

Last guy that dressed
like a cop and raped women

got caught because of a lone cop

with world-class instincts
who froze his balls off

in an alley for two nights.

Trust me, when this guy gets caught

it's gonna be because of a street cop.

Maximum deployment.

Nothing but a hand job for the press.

John, John, up on the left.

I locked my keys in my car.

What would you like us
to do about that, ma'am?

Can't you just use your master key?

Ooh, the "master key."

That magically unlocks everything.

Every door in the whole city.

John, there's a rapist on the street.

Pop the trunk.

(Trunk clicks)

(Garbled radio transmission)

Have a nice day.

The home of Jack and Linda Durand.

Well liked in the neighborhood.

Back window was pulled off.

Kid tried to call 911, and
wasn't able to get a line out.

Phone is dead.

Which is consistent with
the grandson's story.

- How old's the kid?
- Four.

Russell: Where's little boy now?

Down the street at his preschool.

Ran to the nearest place he can recognize.

School administrator's called it in.

- You want me to bring him here?
- No. We'll go to him.

Could you get a photograph of this?

Russell: Is that a homemade silencer?

Yeah.

Jewelry's gone.

Yeah, no pro would turn a simple
home invasion into a double homicide.

Jack was shot first.

Silencer blew off and hit the headboard.

Forgot that you did that.

Call the murder victims
by their first name.

Linda must've heard the shot and woke up.

You got a time of death?

Lividity puts it between
midnight and 2:00.

Come look at these defensive wounds.

Um, who knows what the grandson saw?

I'll go to the preschool.

I'll find out.

The car needs repair work sooner or later.

Go ask some questions.

Yeah.

Stay here.

Hope you've given some thought

about the conversation
we had a few weeks ago.

What?

Communications division.

I've never worked a desk in my life.

You want me to start out
all over again on the bottom?

How's that any different than
what you're doing right now?

What is your problem?

Look, I know this sucks, all right.

But people don't always
get better with practice.

You're not a street cop anymore.

Because I disagreed with you?

(Chuckles) No.

Not because you disagreed with me.

It's 'cause the way you see things.

The way you carry yourself. I don't know,

maybe it's because you worked with Dewey

- for so long.
- The way I carry myself?!

(Bleep) You, John.

They haven't worked on
any black crown vics.

Good, let's keep moving.

I don't, I don't know
that much about pearls.

So, how do I know?

Natural pearls, the best.

Only from the red sea.

Yeah?

How much?

40 to 70% off.

You help after robbery, Sal.

Wholesale for you.

All right, I'll take this one here.

Classic.

She will have for the rest of her life.

Good choice, my friend.

Yeah, let's hope. (Phone ringing)

Um, I'll be right with you, all right?

(Phone ringing)

Hey, what's up?

Mia: I'm at a press conference.

Your wife is here.

She's prettier than I expected.

Hey, you didn't talk to her, did you?

No.

God, Sal, what kind of
person do you think I am?

The mayor's here.

He says he watches me every night.

Yeah, I'll bet he does.

(Giggling): no, he was really nice.

He actually invited us to a
party at his house tonight.

Are you crazy? Us?

That's not gonna happen.

Well, he invited me.

But I'd love to have you there.

Yeah, I can't. I got plans.

With the family?

Uh, yeah.

(Sighing)

Hey, listen, I gotta go, all right?

All right.

Woman: He's my child.
I want to take him home.

Is this how you treat your
parents of your children?

- Is this what you do?!
- Detective Clarke.

Is that a Detective?

Detective, I need to speak with you now!

Dennis: Stop, stop.

I'll be out in a few minutes.

Have a seat.

(Sighs)

Child: And they look around.

So, Michael, this is where your
granny and grandpa sleep, right?

Where's your room?

Show me with this guy. Where's your room?

Show me there.

Is this your room?

Cool.

Is this where you were
when you heard the boom?

Uh-oh, close your eyes.

The green dragon is coming.

Green dragon?

The one that made grammy melt.

(Siren wailing)

She walked right down from the hill and...

Fell down the street. Who did this to you?

(Trembling): he was a cop.

John: A43 code 6.

Just occurred at our location.

You're safe now.

Suspect being described
as a police officer.

(Crying): Where's Max?

Max? Where's my baby?

Ma'am, you had a baby with you?

Where's your baby?

Where is he?

In my car!

We're gonna follow you to the hospital.

We won't leave until you're
joined by a counselor, okay?

You understand?

Okay.

(Groaning and panting)

(Cooing)

Is he okay?

A43, advise all units, we found the child.

(Over radio): a43, copy that.

I'd seen something about it on the news.

I almost didn't stop the car.

But then I saw the police lights.

He had a uniform and everything.

Is he a police officer?

No, ma'am.

He wasn't.

Take this. It's for your shoulder.

Hey, Kathleen.

John. (Chuckles) How've you been?

I'm good. How are you?

I almost didn't recognize you.

Yeah.

Uh, it's been a while.

- Oh, excuse me, my sister...
- Yeah, hi.

My sister-in-law, Misty, is here.

Oh, okay, have a seat.

Okay.

Michael!

Oh, hey, kiddo!

Oh! Hey!

- How you doing?
- I'm good.

Oh, good, everything okay?

Where's Michael?

I don't want him going
to one of my sisters.

He's mine.

Why can't I have him?

Child protective services has him.

It's up to them where he
goes for the time being.

If you love him so much, why did
your mother have custody of him?

She was keeping him for me for a while.

How long have you been doing meth?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

I own a 12-gauge.

You got priors. You got domestics.

I called the sheriff's
station out in Palmdale.

And they say that they're out
at your place twice a week.

Misty, man.

She's kind of a force of nature.

So, it's her fault that there are holes

kicked in all the walls of your apartment?

Would you blame a Tsunami
for being a Tsunami?

Uh, where were you last night
between midnight and 2:00 am?

Uh, driving in Arizona.

What were you doing in Arizona?

I was delivering cold rolled steel

for the industry supply house I work for.

McManus-Starr.

Okay.

We're going to have to test that shotgun.

You know, I,

uh, I hurt my leg once poppin'
wheelies a few years ago.

I never been the same since.

Hey.

So excited to see you.

High-five, buddy.

Oh. Ooh, ouch.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

I hope she burns in hell for
what she did to our parents.

Lydia: The jewelry was missing.

Meth addicts rob their
families all the time.

No.

Well, you said it yourself,
you and Dennis got high.

Maybe the two of you got carried away.

No!

What were you wearing?

- What?
- Your clothes.

Your son saw the killer.

Oh... oh, God!

(Sobbing): oh, God!

I'm serious, Chloe.

Just promise me that
if a cop pulls you over

you're gonna keep driving
till you get to a public area.

Yeah, yeah, I already
called mom and Olivia.

I'm calling you last because
you're more stubborn than them.

Just, just don't be stupid.

All right, I'm your
big brother. I love you.

Bye.

How long are we gonna
have to hang around here

before we get back on the street?

We're just waiting on
the rape crisis counselor.

They should be here in the next few hours.

You really want to get this guy.

Yeah.

My mom was raped.

Because they're Nazis and my
life is Auschwitz, that's why.

It is a nightmare most
women can't imagine.

- A man pulling them over...
- Dad!

- In broad daylight...
- Dad! Dad!

What?

What?!

Can I sleep over Melissa's house tonight?

That's why you're yelling?

I said no.

Just like the last 12 times you asked me.

You know the rules.

I have to meet Melissa first.

Yeah.

Look, there's your girlfriend.

Kimmy?

What is it?

Well, can I?

Yeah.

Sweet. He says I can go.

Wait a minute. I thought we said no.

I changed my mind.

(Sighing)

Oh, she was at the press conference today.

The serial rapist may be
stalking his next victim.

Yeah?

We gotta get going. Come on.

Hey, can you, uh, do me a favor, Kath?

Look, I hate to ask, but, uh, I hurt
my back early in the shift and...

I have some motrin.

Yeah, I took some already.
It's still killing me.

Here's a sample pack.

Great. Does the trick for my migraines.

Cool.

It's good to see you.

And the plaster cast? I see.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Hey, I had to kick Dennis loose.

He had a rock-solid alibi.

Well, Misty's going downtown.

If she knows anything, she'll roll.

You're so good, it's bad.

Oh, hey.

Uh-huh.

Allergy-free?

Okay.

Thanks, Mark. I appreciate
you guys rushing it.

So, the material that
we sent out to the lab

that he made the silencer out of

is a hypoallergenic quilt stuffing.

It's bought in bulk, and
it's only sold in one place.

In the city of industry.

Good tacos out that way.

Yeah.

You're doing good, Russ.

Apart from the limp.

Do I look pasty to you?

You always look pasty.

You never look pasty.

I'm getting my first gray hair.

See that?

That's from worrying about you.

Bullshit.

This could be the guy.

You're contact. I'm cover.

You get everyone out of the vehicle.

A43, show us code 6 on Winston
between Main and Los Angeles.

Requesting warrants
on 3-Ocean-Edward...

Boy-0-5-8.

Dispatch:
3-Ocean-Edward-boy-0-5-8. Copy.

Could you shut off the engine

and get out of the car for me now, please?

Man: Uh, why?

Why?

Put your

hands on the wheel now!

Sir, put your hands above your head.

Keep 'em up.

Turn around. Face the car.

Slowly walk back towards me.

Passenger, open your door,
and step out of the vehicle.

That's enough.

Put your hands behind your
head and interlock your fingers.

You got me?

Get to the back of the car.

(Garbled radio transmission)

Where'd he pick you up?
Down on Santa Monica.

What are you doing in
a black crown Vic? Huh?

- It's my car.
- Yeah?

How long have you had this car?

- Five, six years, bro.
- Five, six years?

You guys been hearing about
this rapist running around?

(Sighs)

This is not the guy.

Black hair? Short?

Is he a regular date?

Yeah. I know him.

Still a 647a.

No. Come on. No way.

Car checks out clean.

No warrants.

You want to kick him loose?

Yeah. What, we take him
in on a lewd conduct,

we're off the street for,
what, another hour at least?

Mr. Petrosian, it's your lucky day.

You have the right to
get the hell out of here.

I suggest you exercise it.

(Siren blaring)

Man: Third row from the top.

Okay. Thank you.

Hi.

Do you guys sell
hypoallergenic quilt stuffing?

Yeah, alpaca.

We sell a ton of that stuff.

You do?

Yeah. World's a very toxic place.

Do you recognize this woman?

No.

We're wholesalers.

People are in and out.

You know, interior
decorators, upholsterers.

They pay cash mostly,
or they buy on account.

How far back does that thing go?

Few weeks, maybe months.

Well, we're going to
need to see your tapes.

All of them.

Who the hell is Melissa anyway?

One of her friends.

Okay.

Have you met Melissa's parents?

I work, Sal. (Phone hums)

You're the one who gave
her permission to go.

Yeah. I know.

Who's that?

Oh, just the guys.

Nate and Sammy will have to make do

without you for two hours.

(Men laughing loudly) Man: Yeah.

Ten years of marriage,

my wife lets me have sex with her

three times a year now.

Ugh! A toast.

Man: Yeah!

Man 2: Oh!

To the best new Captain in the department.

I don't know what took them so long.

You deserve it.

Thank you.

To you.

(Man spitting, raucous laughter)

I'm a good cop.

Right?

Yeah.

I mean, a street cop.

What is his deal with me?

I don't know.

You should ask him.

(Car horn honking, tires squealing)

(Loud crash)

A43. Possible traffic collision.

The vicinity of fountain and Hayworth.

Show us en route.

(Siren blaring)

(Tires squeak)

Sure it doesn't bother you?

What, you making Captain?

Why should it bother me?

(Loud laughter)

Do you remember that,

bill?

Because I outrank you.

Come on. You must be catching
a lot of crap from the guys.

Yeah, a little bit of ball-busting.

(Loud laughter)

Man: Oh, how embarrassing.

Man 2: Yeah, so, all right...

Listen, Susan, you saw something,

and you went after it.

(Laughter)

Man: Boo-ya.

I'm proud of you.

Very proud.

Man: Do you remember that, Bill?

Sal.

Open it.

Man: Oh, like this...

(Clicks tongue)

Oh!

They're beautiful.

Put 'em on.

(Thudding)

(Laughter)

Shit.

Man: You got to stop spilling
things when you get drunk.

Hey, hey.

Pumpkinhead.

Apologize.

My bad.

Not to me, you idiot.

To the lady.

Douche.

(Laughter)

(Sighs)

Hey, yo.

Hey! Hey!

"My bad" is not an apology.

Let's go.

Oh.

Baby-sitter, go.

(Applause)

(Siren blaring)

A43. Traffic accident.

The corner of Homewood and Cahuenga.

Two vehicles involved.

Multiple victims.

Roll me an RA unit.

(Siren blaring)

Look out.

I got these two on the left.

It's all right here?

(Sirens blaring, fire truck horn toots)

John!

Need a hand! Somebody's pinned!

(Gasping) Come here!

I'm gonna check the legs.

Legs pinned.

Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!

He's clear?

Yeah. Clear?

Yeah. Get him.

Okay, the back... push it
down, we're gonna lift up.

Yup.

Okay? On three. Ready.

John: One. Two. Good job.

Three.

(Panting)

- Huh?
- Chickie: I got him.

All clear.

Chickie: Okay, just keep
your arms down by your side.

We got you.

John. (Siren blaring)

Come on. Let's go.

So, you want me to
swing by your place later

and make you a grocery list?

You know, I can take care of myself.

Well, have you even tried
to work things out with Dina?

How about you?

How about me what?

Well...

Any forward movement with the reporter?

Or the guy who had to check
with his pastor for everything?

(Sighs)

Or the guy that married
the woman he impregnated

when he cheated on you?

Um... Terrell.

- Terrell. Yeah.
- Yeah.

I always admired his
commitment to family values.

My hero.

(Laughs)

Mm. You were so great back there.

Yeah.

It's like old times.

(Horn honks)

Ah.

(Phone ringing)

Ugh! Ought to do that more often.

Oh, it's Kimmy.

Of course.

Hi, sweetheart.

Mom?

Kimmy? What is it? What's wrong?

I don't know where I am.

You don't know where you are?

Give me the phone. Give me the phone.

Kimmy, it's dad. Where are you?

I was leaving a party and
got a ride with some guys.

- Pull over. Pull over.
- You what?!

Daddy, don't yell at me.

I thought they were just
going to the next party,

but they threw me out of the
car when I... when I wouldn't...

Kimmy, where are you?

(Sighs) Somewhere in the hills.

- Describe it to me.
- Kimmy: I don't know.

It's got weeds.

Oh, my God.

Daddy, I see headlights.

Is that you? How could it be me?

You haven't told me where you are.

What if it's them coming back for me?

- Kimmy, do you still have the mace I gave you?
- Yes.

Okay, take it out, and get off the road.

Daddy, well, he's slowing down.

Kimmy, what color is the car?

Black.

Does it look like daddy's old police car?

I don't know. Maybe.

- Listen to me.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, he's stopping.

- Kimmy?!
- Hi. Do you need help?

(Screaming)

Kimmy!

Sal.

If he's that bad, we need
to take him to a hospital.

We can't take him to a hospital.

We take him to a hospital, he's done.

He's out of the field.

Then what the hell do we do with him?

I got some pills at my house.

You need a doctor.

Just take me home now!

(Bleep).

(Sighs)

Russ, Russ, the aunt and uncle.

Where are you going?

Child services just placed
Michael with two murderers.

Oh, I messed up.

Oh, I missed it.

(Sighs)

I can't.

Sal: There she is.

Susan: Okay, we see you.

Oh, my God.

Kimmy.

You all right?

Kimmy,

honey, you showed poor judgment.

Poor judgment?

What kind of a friend
leaves you at a party?

Dad, stop.

Let's go.

You used to be on top
of these kind of things.

We talked about this.

Talked about what?

You promised me that you wouldn't let

anything fall between the cracks.

- You're the one who said she could go.
- Oh...

- No, we made a deal.
- Dad, don't yell at her.

Hang on.

Why don't you just say it?

You resent me for going back to work.

Sal: That's a nice little bait-
and-switch you pulled, Susan.

- Dad, stop.
- Susan: How stupid could I be?

I actually thought you
would be proud of me.

Work does not give you a free pass

from being a mother and a wife.

Dad, you are such a hypocrite!

You're the one who's
screwing that news reporter!

Mom.

Susan.

Kimmy: I'm sorry.

Susan: Take your (Bleep) Pearls.

Chickie: Who is that?

A friend of his, I guess.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna
call in and deduct out.

I'm not finishing the shift.

Who is that, John?

It's one of my dealers.

(Groans)

Let's go.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

I want you out of here in the morning.

He said that was his dealer.

He was just messing around.

(Scoffs)

You know what? Your partner's in trouble.

You'd better get him some
help because if you don't...

He's going to take you down with him.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

That was a long day.

They're all long.

Did you make the arrest?

Financial problems.

The parents weren't rich,
but the house was paid for.

I guess somebody wanted
their inheritance early.

I can't do this.

I thought I could, but...

I think I'm done.

Russ, there are other
jobs in the department.

I know.

I just... I got a lot to handle right now.

You know I love you, Lyd.

I love you, too, Russ.

Wine.

Hi. Hey.

I'm so sorry I couldn't
get off, um, but I,

I picked you up some epsom salts

and a cold compress and...

(Chuckles)

Ten milligrams, 660.

Yeah, if you take more than two

of those at a time, you are
going to screw up your liver.

All right?

Hey, um... did you give any more thought

to what we talked about this morning?

Yeah, um...

The answer's no.

(Sighing)

Okay.

(Locks door)

(Car radio playing music)

(turns off stereo)

(Turn signal ticking)

Yeah, I'm an off-duty police
officer requesting backup

on Mulholland and Laurel pass.

Possible rape suspect.

I've got a black Ford crown
Victoria with bull bars,

vehicle license:
3-John-Robert-q-1-5-8.

Thanks.

(Turns off engine)

(Car door closes)

(Rustling)

(Footsteps)

Police.

- Look, look, listen, listen.
- Put the rock down right now!

I'm a cop, too.

Drop it. Look, I'm a cop.

Get down on the ground.

All right, okay, all right.

(Grunts)

(Panting)

(Panting)

(Both grunting)

You think you're a cop?!

(Groaning)

You're no cop. (Siren approaching)

I'm a cop.

I'm the cop.