Southland (2009–2013): Season 3, Episode 2 - Punching Water - full transcript

♪ Southland 3x02 ♪
Punching Water
Original Air Date on January 11, 2011

♪

Believe me,
God did us a favor.

We'd be right back here
in eight years,

arresting
that little Vato's ass,

or at least zipping him up
in a bigger body bag.

What did you say?

Hey, I'm just trying
to keep it real, baby girl.

"Keep it real, baby girl"?

Man, that's somebody's kid.

Most good cops
are passionate cops.



Put enough of them together,

and occasionally
those passions explode.

Oh, Frosty the snow man.

Doesn't look jolly to me.

Looks like he caught
a few hot ones and melted.

Ah, there's one good one
for my collection here.

Remember his brother Bigfoot,
funeral he had --

stretch hummers,
strippers throwing cash?

Yeah,
Bigfoot had style.

But Frosty ain't having
no parade -- tell you that much.

Nobody shot Frosty?

Did I stutter?
Nobody shot him.

So the bullets just fell
out of the sky like raindrops,

landed on my man.



What else you want me
to say?

Start with the truth,
asshole.

I ain't getting killed
over this shit.

Nobody did it.
That's all I'm saying.

Your buddy over there --

he's got a mother,
a girlfriend, a sister.

Doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna
have to tell them

that Nobody shot
their baby three times

and hold them as they cry
their eyes out.

I'm standing in living rooms
four times a week

'cause of assholes
like you.

I hate it.

So don't tell me
Nobody did this.

Don't tell me that.

Look at me!
Don't tell me that!

Nobody, my ass.
He's lying, Nate.

Lying.

Nobody is somebody.

You all right?

Come on.
Keep it together.

It's hot in January.

Frosty from Westside Ridaz

was shot dead this morning
off Florence.

The injustice.

Downtown called half an hour
after he stained the sidewalk.

We don't want October
all over again,

with the Ridaz
and Latin Hustlaz

lighting each other up
on every other block.

The last thing our new chief
wants is a racial gang war

to break out
over the MLK holiday.

Shootout on King Boulevard!
Hey!

Hey, I leave for four months,
and the whole world falls apart.

You forgot how to read your
watch in rehab, officer Dudek?

Sorry about that, sir.
Won't happen again.

Goddamn right.
Find a seat.

These flyers have information
on clothing,

hand signs, graffiti,

known hangouts of the Ridaz
and Hustlaz.

You see any traffic infractions,
write them up.

Tow the car if you can.

The more gangsters
we get off the street,

the better chance we have
of this thing not escalating.

All right?
That's it for now.

Stay Frosty.

Hopefully better than him.

Brown, A35, with Sherman.

Gonzalez, A25, with Rokos.

A10 is Robinson with Lisco.
Hey, you and me, Romeo.

What's going on, sarge?

Dewey's riding with you
in A43.

Look. I can't stick him
in a u-boat by himself.

He's been out for months.

You're the best I got.
Get him back in the saddle.

Okay?
All right.

Redhead Sally?
You? Really?

Yeah. Sally.
What's so goddamn funny?

What?

Man, she wasn't even home
five minutes.

This is ugly.

You look at this?

The gun is still smoking
in his hand,

with a handwritten
suicide note.

And his wallet has a receipt
for the gun and the bullets.

We're gonna be out of here
by 5:00. This is beautiful.

It just seems weird.
She'll be as big as a house.

Missionary's out of the question
after the fifth month.

But if Tammi's anything
like Mariella was,

she's gonna be
all over you.

I just can't get my head
around it, that's all.

Head around what --
the case

or your wife's
rapidly expanding ass?

We even got a name
for this shooter yet?

We got Nobody, boss.

You say that
with some pride, Bryant.

Nobody,
as in Juan "Nobody" Vargas,

Latin Hustlaz.

His mother hasn't seen him.
Neither has his P.O.

He's out and about.

So nobody's seen Nobody.
Cute.

We need to get him
into custody

before somebody decides
to even the score for Frosty.

You have any specific
street corners we can hit?

I got a c.I. I can talk to

who knows the Latin Hustlaz
pretty well.

Okay.
Let's do that, all right?

Nobody.

See, that's the problem

with these new-school
gangsters these days --

no ambition.

Ahh.

You smell that, huh?

Garbage and piss.

That's life, baby.
That is life.

I used to think I could
see stuff when I was drinking.

Blind as a bat, man.

My eyes are wide open now,
baby.

♪ I can see clearly now ♪

♪ the rain is gone ♪

John, you know
what this job is about?

About step number four,
my man.

You have to be willing
to take a serious,

deep-ass inventory
of yourself.

I mean, if you want to be
out here catching demons, John,

you got to know
your own demons, brother.

Sure, people are gonna fight.
They're gonna

They're gonna kill
each other.

I mean, we can't
do anything about that.

I mean,
they're driving the cars.

We're just the guardrails, baby.
We don't got any real power.

The real power
is from the man upstairs.

Hey, look at me.

The sooner
you realize that,

you start understanding
how it all works, man.

You seeing this?
Whoa.

Light 'em up.

Ahh.
You ready for this?

You kidding me?

I was doing this for three years
before you ever became a boot.

Can you roll the window down,
please?

I'm gonna have to ask you
to step out.

Can -- can everybody
step out of the car?

Step on through, please.
Everybody out.

Let's go.
Everybody out.

Come on. Everybody.
Everybody.

Officers, I'm sorry.

We always take two cars,
but today one broke down.

We're late for a gig
at my cousin's restaurant.

It's their grand opening.

And if we don't make it,
she's gonna kill me.

She'll kill me.

You, uh --
you know "Cielito Lindo"?

Ese, check it out.

We're having an MLK
unity car show this Sunday.

Fat Terry's gonna be there.
You should come by.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

What ever happened to fat
Terry's gold six-trey Impala?

Oh, man,
that Vato sold that

so he could get that lap-band
thing done, man.

Actually,
he's just Terry now,

'cause he ain't fat no more,
you know?

Oh, that's messed up, man --
make a man choose

between his health
and his show car.

Shit, that's what I'm saying,
homes.

Yo, uh, what are you hearing
about Frosty and Nobody?

Man, I ain't no snitch.

I'm off the paper now,
you know?

We're not gonna put your name
anywhere near this shit, man.

Just tell us
what the street's saying.

Come on, dude.
You can trust me.

Well, I heard
that Nobody's cousin Leti

was creeping across town
with Frosty, homes.

Like Romeo and Juliet?

He's my partner, man.
He's good.

Don't worry about it,
all right?

Yeah, yeah,
that black and brown together

and all that shit, homes.

Hey, they were in Glendale,
at the cheesecake factory.

And some heina that works
across the way at the mall

caught them slipping, dog.

So word got back to Nobody,
and Nobody hit up Frosty,

and Frosty slapped the shit
out of him, homes,

in front of all the homies.

This whole thing
is over a stupid girl?

If you'd seen
this girl, homes,

you wouldn't think
it was so stupid, ese.

Wow.
All right, man.

You're always
helpful, man.

Hey!

There was a time
right about now

when I'd have to be firing up
a couple of margaritas,

but I-I don't do that now.

I know what you're saying.
I got three years in.

Shut the hell up!

You just have to keep
doing the steps

every single day,
Hermano.

Look, look.
Four months, baby.

You're my hero!
Come here!

Okay. All right.
Stop, stop. Okay, stop.

Sir, you have 11 people
in your vehicle.

It's a seven-seater, correct?
Yes.

Okay. Yeah, that many people
in a van is dangerous.

You can cause
an accident.

I'm very sorry,
but we really need this gig.

No, I understand that,
but you're gonna have to --

John, John, listen. Let's -- let's just throw
a couple of them in the back of the car.

It's only a few blocks away.
We'll give them a ride down there.

No, we're not gonna
do that, okay?

No, we're not giving
anybody a ride.

No, sir, you need to handle this
on your own.

Get the van -- wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

John, John,
this is my favorite part.

♪ Ay, ay, ay, ay ♪

♪ canta y no llores ♪

♪ porque cantando se alegran ♪

♪ Cielito Lindo ♪

♪ Los corazones ♪

Somebody shot Nobody.

Somebody just messed up
our weekend.

You mean Nobody messed up
our weekend.

That's the hard part man.

The first share,
in front of the whole group.

I mean, you're standing
there thinking,

"there's no way I'm as bad as
these pathetic pieces of shit."

But the more you talk,
the more you listen,

you start realize, you know,
we're all the same, brother.

We're just trying
to figure it out.

There's this one guy
in my group.

You know him, man.

The, uh --
he's like the Deputy Mayor.

Oh, you thought I was bad.
Jesus.

The maid run out screaming.
She was going crazy.

- Which room?
- 42.

She was crying, Spanish.

Did you check it out?

What are the cops for, then?

You got a passkey?

Yeah. Here.
Passkey -- take it.

Wait inside.

- D.B.?
- No.

Hot as it is today,

we'd have smelled it
before we hit the stairs.

Police!
Open up!

It's jammed.

Maybe we should heed the sign.

You want me to go
back downstairs?

That.
We're already up here.

All right.

Clear!

What's your name?

Dan Charnas.

What happened here,
Mr. Charnas?

My girlfriend
tied me up.

By herself?

No. She was with my wife
and my other girlfriend.

My wife was the one
holding the gun.

Player, player!

What?

I was checking out some hip-hop
in rehab, man.

There was this ballplayer.

I can't really tell you
his name,

but, uh, let's just say
he comes off the bench

for the Lakers, baby --
money.

Look, hey,
I got to take a piss, man.

All right. Just give me a second
to get you untied.

No, no. Hey.
That's not the problem, officer.

Yeah.

Aah!
Oh!

What? Does it -- what?
Does it look bad?

W-what'd the hell did she use,
krazy glue?

Yeah. Yeah.

All right.
We're gonna need an R.A. Unit.

Oh, no.
Come on.

Shit, I my wife
was pissed.

What?

A43, send an R.A. Unit
to our location.

Yeah.

We got a sticky situation
here.

Hey.
Hey, where you going?!

What's the use
of a traffic Cam

if all you get
is a partial plate?

At least we got the make of the
car right after Nobody got shot.

That'll narrow it down.

You know how many Cadillac
Escalades that could be?

So Chuy thinks Leti still works
on Olvera Street?

Yeah. Chuy's usually got
pretty good info.

What's she doing
dating a gangster, ese?

Better to date a gangster
than a cop

in this neighborhood, homey.

30 years of marriage.

They lost $6 million in condos
that they invested

before the market crashed,
and he filed for bankruptcy.

Hmm.

And of course,
at that exact time

is when she filed
for divorce.

Romance without finance
is a nuisance.

Guess he didn't take it well.

You know, I read somewhere
that as a black woman over 30,

I have a better chance
of getting shot

than getting married.

I got shot when I was at Newton.
Look.

And I've been divorced
twice.

Trust me, nena,
both experiences are overrated.

Oh, the daughter --
she's flying in from Atlanta,

and she wants to speak
with us

after she identifies
her parents.

Speak to us about what?

Our job is to get the case down.
It's down.

But you got to feel
for the daughter.

I mean, both of her parents
are dead

and her father's
the killer?

No.

I save my pity
for the families

whose murderers
we can't catch.

There's a sale at Nordstrom
this weekend.

You want to go?

You're incredible.

The den mother?

You prefer
bugs the badge bunny?

That's what they used to
call her.

She tried to get me to do
a threesome with her once.

She still have that autographed
"Dirty Harry" poster

by the front door?

Uh-oh.

Shit.

Sir.

You all right?

You okay?

It's my girl Rosa.

I don't know why she's tripping
like this.

Did she cut you?

It was an accident, homes.
She didn't mean it.

All right.
Where is she?

The back of the carrucha
over there.

Right here?

All right. We'll check it out.
Stay here.

You got to be
kidding me.

His blood's real.

Sir, how'd you get
that cut on your arm?

- You didn't see her?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We saw her. We saw her.
Come here.

So, what happened?

I just told her
to change her clothes,

go put on something nice, eh?
Uh-huh.

She always wants to go out
looking like that. Yeah.

The movies, the park.

And then I got to get
into fights with dudes,

'cause -- 'cause they be
looking at her,

then they be looking at me,
talking shit.

Okay.
All right.

So she cut you
when she got mad.

Yeah.
But I didn't want to, dog.

She made it do it --
she starts yelling,

she loses it, and I just wanted
her to calm down.

A35 requesting an R.A. Unit
at 1200 East Pleasant Avenue,

will then be en route
for mental evaluation.

You ever been in love?

It's a bitch, ese.

What's it gonna be,
Sammy Jr.

Or one of those
white-boy valley names

like Kyle or Preston,
Dylan?

Wayne, after my dad.

Rachel, maybe -- maybe
-- if it's a girl. Good.

At least it's not gonna be
Brittany or Amber,

or one of those
porn-star names, right?

You've given this way
too much thought, man.

Damn.
Was that kid born sagging?

Probably didn't have
much of a choice.

Now that I'm gonna be a dad,
this whole thing is hitting me.

You know,
all the guys we arrested.

All the bodies
we stood over --

how many of them do you think
had fathers --

I mean in the house,
around?

Not too many, man.

This whole gang problem
is about parenting.

You walk into the living room,
it's always the same song.

"Why, why, why?
Why did the lord take my baby?"

And I'm thinking,
"well, maybe he's dead

"because you're a crackhead and
don't know who the father is,

"or maybe had you raised him
instead of the homies,

I wouldn't be
standing here."

Father's day is the most
confusing day in the ghetto.

There she is.

The face that launched
a thousand bullets.

I'd dodge a few bullets
for a shot at that ass.

Yeah.

Maybe Frosty wasn't so crazy
after all.

Once you go brown,
you stick around.

I'm gonna pretend
you didn't just say that.

What?

A-and I won't tell Mariella

what you said about her ass,
either.

All right.

- Geez.
- What?

No!

Oh, my baby!

Oh!

Why?! Why?! Why?!

Damn.

What the hell
are we doing here?

You jinxed us with all that
long-weekend and Nordstrom talk.

Who the hell cares
if joker shot lil Scooby?

It's still murder.

Hey, Sal.

Hey, Lydia.
How are you?

- Detective .
- Hey, Sal.

- How's Susan?
- I don't know.

You probably talk to her
more than I do these days.

Of course, you knew that before
you asked the question, huh?

So what's going on?

Ridaz and Hustlaz
are at it again.

Metro's sending out boy platoon
for crime suppression.

It's the third body
in 10 hours.

We don't have enough coppers
to cover the cases.

So this is ours now?

All gift-wrapped
with a bow.

Hey, one more dead body,
and we're gonna end up

on the front page
of the Times.

And all the 11:00 news shows are
gonna make us look like idiots.

Nate, Sam, you finish up
the canvass

and then, uh, take these guys
back to Alvarado, debrief them.

Hook up with Metro.

Snatch up some gangsters while
they're working the homicide.

You got that?
Got it.

And hey, no more dead bodies
this weekend, okay?

Good to see you.

See you later, Sal.

In my Newton gang-unit days,
we never needed any help.

We worked triples
by ourselves -- one Detective.

Highest clearance rate
in the city.

I heard they were weeping
in the halls when you left.

Why don't you go back?

See you guys.

I mean, it's common knowledge.
I'm not ashamed of it.

I'm a freak.
People know that.

Know what I mean?
All y'all know.

I like that swinging-from-
the-chandelier stuff.

Hell, I don't even care
if monkeys is watching.

You know?

And so when Sally breaks out
the polaroid camera,

well, shoot,
I get confused,

since, you know, normally I'm
the technological one

when it comes to stuff
like that.

I'm a gynecologist
in my spare time, right?

Mm-hmm.

So I break out
my brand-new iPhone,

thinking I'm gonna get
a chance to use

some of that
H.D.-video action.

Take a little trip
to Brazil

without ever going
to the airport?

Oh, not even, brother.

She was already dressed
for winter.

Yeah, she got
that fur coat.

Come on.

Yeah.
That's the deal.

Boot knows
what I'm talking about.

Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Well, anyway, she stops me --
first time ever.

I mean, she really wants
this polaroid.

So she stands me up
against the wall,

pulls out her camera,
and takes a picture

like when we snatch up one
of these little baby gangsters

trying to make a, um --
F.I. card.

Exactly,
and then she signs my name

and tosses the polaroid
in a shoe box.

She's probably got half
the division in there.

This is what I'm saying.

So, did she take a picture
of you yet, Boot?

No.

Anybody got a buck? I'm
trying to get another coffee.

John, give me a dollar.

You'd think I asked you
for your firstborn or something.

I dealt with it
for five years.

You can't take it
for four hours?

You know what?

When he was drunk,
it was funny.

If I got to hear
one more thing about A.A.,

I'm gonna bring back the
Daryl Gates choke hold myself.

Hey, did you guys hear
about that shooting

down at East Gage Street between
the Ridaz and the Hustlaz?

Stupid idiots.

If they had a half a brain
between them,

they'd believe in a higher power
and sanity could be restored.

Step number two,
my friends.

All right.
Let's go.

You get that for me, please?
Yes.

Hey, Boot, Sally ever ask you
to wear your hat?

Huh?

I used to keep my spare set
of blues in her closet, man.

She's a freak!

♪ Hey, I know I want you,
want you ♪

♪ I know you want me,
want me ♪

♪ you know I want you,
want you ♪

♪ I know you want me ♪

♪ you know I want you,
want you ♪

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4 ♪

♪ uno, dos, tres, cuatro ♪

♪ Si es verdad ♪

♪ que tu eres guapa ♪

♪ yo te voy a poner gozar ♪

♪ tu tiene la Boca Grande ♪

♪ Dale ponte a jugar, como? ♪

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4 ♪

♪ uno, dos, tres, cuatro ♪

First body we caught was Frosty,
of the Westside Ridaz.

Originally we thought it was
typical beef over drug territory.

Turns out
it was over a girl.

Frosty was banging
Leti Vargas,

first cousin of Juan Vargas,
street name Nobody,

of the Latin Hustlaz.

So Nobody shot Frosty,
but who shot Nobody?

Cams picked up
a silver Escalade

leaving the scene
of the drive-by.

David Marcus has the car,

and the profile fits
the description.

Might have the car
but doesn't fit the profile.

Just got back from S.I.D.

No GSR marks on his hand,
no gun.

This kid David Marcus
is literally a choir boy.

He plays the drums
at second A.M.E.

And this truck -- paid for.

Perfect credit,

manager of a video-game store
in the Fox Hills mall.

No tats.

He doesn't even have
any parking tickets.

Diamond earrings,
baggy jeans,

drove a tricked-out S.U.V.
Blasting glasses Malone.

So? This guy could be
an innocent civilian.

Or he's just another asshole
we haven't caught yet.

Either way, look the part,
pay the price.

Oh, come on, man.

If -- if dude was driving
a Prius,

bumping John Mayer,
he'd be alive right now.

You know it.

You see?

That's Tony
in front of his Escalade,

Rodrigo, next to Eddie,
my baby.

They all have shaved heads,
earrings, baggy jeans.

They love hip-hop.

Tony's a Captain
in Afghanistan,

Rodrigo just became a P2
in southeast,

at Eddie's at Berkeley,

and you're gonna tell me
that my boys

deserve to get shot up

just because they wear
baggy jeans and love hip-hop?

I bet you
if they were white

and they lived next door
to you in Santa Clarita --

Castaic --
I live in Castaic.

And don't throw that tired
"white boy

doesn't understand the
neighborhood" bullshit at me.

Don't do it.
Where do you live?

La cañada Flintridge.

Oh, times is hard.

So much crime
out in the Flint.

Bodies just stacking up.

Tonight we're on the site of what
should be a joyous celebration --

a young girl's first step
into womanhood,

a quinceañera.

Instead, it's a crime scene,

with the gunman
still at large

and two innocent victims
left in his wake.

A young mother
and her 4-year-old son lie dead,

the fourth and fifth victims

of an MLK weekend
full of violence,

in sharp contrast

with Martin Luther King's
message of nonviolence.

Detective Salinger.

Is this shooting related
to the other ones?

No comment.

Is it racially motivated?

Hey, what do we got?

Lydia and I are checking
traffic cams

to see if we get lucky
and catch a plate.

We're looking for a dark blue
Chevy Suburban.

All right.
Hang in there.

The father of the baby
is a Latin Hustla.

Did he get a good look
at the shooter?

Nope.

Dark, Chevy Suburban,
maybe.

Shooter was black.

The gun?
AK-47, based on the shell casings.

S.I.D. is running
the ballistics now.

Geez. An AK?

Wasn't even a bullet fragment
that killed the kid.

It was shrapnel
from the car door.

There's a lot of guys
coming up from Mexico.

AK is easy money
on the street.

Hardware that heavy, it's got to
be a neighborhood gun.

They pass it around the gang
from crime to crime.

Well, good.

If it's been used before,
maybe we'll catch a break.

Listen, find me a good wit,
all right?

There's no way we find a casing
this far from the house.

Well, you never know.

Hey, this one time,
when I was a boot,

this drunk lost his glass eye
in the middle of the street.

My partner and I
had to look for it.

Just about the time
I'm gonna give up

and go ask my T.O.
If I could punch out,

kkkt! --
I stepped right on that bitch.

Oh.

What was the kid's name?

The hell would you want that
in your head for?

Believe me,
God did us a favor.

This neighborhood,
two gangster parents --

we'd be right back here
in eight years,

arresting
that little Vato's ass,

damn sure be zipping him up
in a bigger body bag.

The universe saved us
a trip.

What did you say?

Hey, I'm just trying to
keep it real, baby girl.

"Keep it real, baby girl"?

Man, that's somebody's kid.

Yeah.
Two Gangsters.

You see any bona fide humans
around here?

Get back
in your tuna boat, bitch!

Bitch? I'll show you a bitch!
Hey, hey!

Knock it off! Knock it off!
Meet me in a parking lot off shift!

God damn it, there's
cameras everywhere! Bitch.

Shut him up.
Look at me. Look at me. Him up.

Everybody get the hell
out of here now.

Get him out of here.
All right.

Let get of me, man.
Just let go of me.

Let go.
Get out of here, all of you.

Lydia.

"I'll show you a bitch,
bitch."

Tuna boat, my ass.

Are you kidding me, man?

Are you freakin'
kidding me?!

Those stupid bitches.

John, I've never hit a woman
in my life.

I'm not a woman-beater,
man.

But tonight
I was this close

to beating both
those bitches down, man.

Armed or unarmed.
I don't give a shit!

The only piece of metal

those bitches should be allowed
to carry is a frying pan!

Jesus Christ!

Oh
John, you know what?

All I did was tell
the truth, bro.

That is it, man.
I told the truth.

You know as well as I do

we should bus every one
of those dirty gangsters

down to the coliseum,
throw in some guns and ammo,

lock the door,
and let God sort it out.

Let's get
some more coffee.

Yes, let's get
some coffee.

Stupid bitches.

Get in your tuna boat
and get out of my face.

Oh, great.

You want your coffee black,
right?

Yep.

Not a word, Boot.

Let's roll.

What?

Come on.

Son of a bitch!

We got at least five
different cases

where an AK was used
in the last three months.

All near Ridaz territory.

Wouldn't they just toss
the gun?

Toss an AK?
No way, man.

It's too hard to replace.
It's golden.

Alejandro Joaquin Cuervo.

4 years old.

Remember the name.

Remember the face.

He's a reminder as to why
we drag our sorry asses

out of bed every morning

in the service of a city
who just doesn't give a damn.

Fighting gang crime
is like punching water.

No matter how hard you hit, you
just can't seem to leave a dent.

But when a baby is murdered,
it makes you remember

what it felt like the first time
you put your blues on

and stood in front
of a mirror.

It makes you remember
why you became a cop.

The mission's clear.

Punish evil everywhere.

There are hardworking,
decent folks

that live in these communities.

Certain lines
just cannot be crossed.

There's only one way to send
that message sometimes.

So we're gonna send our boots so
far up these gangsters' asses,

they won't even dream about
pulling this bullshit again.

God damn it, I want the gun.

I want the killer.

I want them both -- pronto.

You know what we're
looking for, right?

You guys don't know?

We're looking for an AK-47.
You guys know where that is?

Nobody knows?

What about you?

Get your hands up!

Hands up!

Hands up right now!

Hey, man.
Y'all got a warrant, man?

What the hell's
going on, man?

Hey, man, that's medicinal
right there, man!

I want names,
location, gun,

right now,
or I take you in.

Three strikes,
you're out.

See, baby? That's why you
never trust the police, man!

Where's the AK?

Huh?

Where's the gun?!

Give me the other hand.
Give me the other hand.

Tell us
where the shit is.

Come on, boys.

You want to go home,
you want to go to jail?

We won't put your name
anywhere near this.

Just tell us
where the gun's at.

Take him.

Go!

Back door! Kitchen, kitchen,
kitchen, kitchen!

He's running!

Pigs can't catch me.

Hey there, dirty.

Can I get you a chair?

Moretta!

Pull up, man.

We got it.
It was under the couch.

AK-47 with your sheet --

man, you ain't
ever coming out.

Pull your leg under.

You killed
a Hustla baby.

I know a couple Vatos
in Folsom

that would love
to holler at you.

Man, I ain't kill
that kid, man.

On God, one of the homies
just dropped that gun off, man.

Give us a name.

A name, asshole.

G-Ron, man.

Man, look,
G-Ron killed that kid, man.

I swear to God
that's all I know.

How did Dewey get so screwed up?

Was he always like that?

No. He was passionate
and focused, like you.

The job doesn't make you
something.

It just brings out
who you already are.

You can't tell me dead babies
don't bother you anymore.

You got to learn
when to turn off

the camera
inside your head.

How do you do that?

Well, when you learn
how to do that,

you're ready to be
a training officer.

See the suburban?

Yeah.

Light 'em up on my signal.

A43, show us in pursuit
of a dark blue Chevy Suburban,

license plate three-Adam-Baker
four-five-seven-David.

Heading east on Van Ness,
just passing Slauson.

Ow! Shit!

Get up.

I am.
Get up!

What's your name?
Greg Ronaldson.

What's your street name?!
You got these on too tight.

Your street name!

G-Ron.

What?

Let's take a trip, G-Ron.

Lay off, man.

So, how does a good guy
like David Marcus

end up with an asshole
best friend like you?

Was he in the streets?

Hell naw.

His pops would have whupped
his ass.

But y'all hung anyway?
Since Markham Elementary.

But he didn't end up a Rida.

Did all your friends
end up as cops?

You got choices.

But your peoples
are your peoples.

He ever let you borrow
the car?

Three weeks ago.

Bunch of us took
some cluck-clucks

down to the cheesecake factory
in Glendale.

Frosty's girl --
she was there.

Your friend is dead
because you borrowed his car.

They knew the car.
They thought they had you.

But instead it was David
who was shot.

That's not my fault.

I never did no dirt
around him.

David had dreams,
a wife, kid.

He ain't deserve to go out
like that.

So you shoot up
a birthday party

out of loyalty to a man
with a wife, a kid,

a man that was churchgoing?

He wasn't even banging.

You killed a baby,
asshole.

If I could do it again,
I'd use a Mac-10 next time,

make sure I take
even more of them out.

'Em.

'Em all and anybody
who's down with them.

You don't have
a Sally story?

No.

My car is parked
at her place.

And I could really use a massage
after I tackled that dude.

You're a glutton
for punishment.

You guys are just jealous.

Yeah.

You have been warned,
my friend.

You have been warned.

What can I say?

Love's a bitch, ese.

See you tomorrow!

Can I help you
with something?

- Yeah. I'm Victor Cifuentes.
- Yeah?

- We met a couple of months ago
at the open house.
- Yeah?

I'm Tammi's
photography instructor.

What's going on?

Listen, I don't know how else,
you know, I'm gonna say it,

so I'm just gonna say it.

I'm in love with your wife.

We need to be adult
about this,

figure it out,

and do what's in the best
interests of the baby.

That's all I wanted to say.

I'm sorry, Sammy.