Southland (2009–2013): Season 3, Episode 4 - Code 4 - full transcript

♪ Southland 3x04 ♪
Code 4
Original Air Date on January 25, 2011

♪

Aah!

Most of us
go to work every day

with a pretty good idea
of what's gonna happen.

As Detective Bryant
will be reminded of today,

cops never do.

When is he leaving?

Soon.
He's looking, all right?

He's looking,
or he's telling you?

Don't start.



I made you breakfast,
Sammy.

Thanks, Pete.

You're welcome, Sammy.

Extra crispy,
just like I like it.

Mommy wants to know
when you're leaving.

Hmm.

You ready to go, partner?
Mm-hmm.

Baby!
Yeah?

Your lunch.
Okay.

Thank you.

So, are you gonna be
joining us again

for dinner tonight,
Sammy?

Um, no.
I-I made plans.

But thanks.
Take care, Pete.



All right.
Have a good day, boys.

He dumped me
with a text -- a text.

Not even a phone call,
a text.

I'm too old for this.

Mama,
you are not too old.

You're just pissed off,
and you have every right to be.

Well, how do you do it,
going without?

I don't go without, mom.

Adams.

Lieutenant, I don't have time
to babysit Manheim and Roche.

I have three open homicides
and that testimony tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am.

If they can't handle
their own cases,

I just don't understand
why they're --

yes, ma'am,
I have the address.

Mom, take a long, hot bath,

and it'll make you
feel better.

It always does.

We'll go out
for dinner tonight.

What?

Hmm?

You finally knock up
the den mother?

Seriously,
what's going on?

Nothing, I'm good.

Good?

Yeah.
Great.

You know, if I wanted to ride
around in a U-boat,

I could have dropped you off
at home.

I-I had a nightmare
last night, okay?

Oh, so you did
knock her up.

It was about my dad.

I was at his funeral.

And you know, everyone's
expecting me to say something,

but instead I just stood there.
Punched him.

I just stood there...
Frozen.

Nothing good to say.

I looked inside the coffin...

It was me lying there.

You unraveling on me,
Sherman?

'Cause I could swing by
BSS.

See why I don't
tell you shit?

A-43, woman,
415 family dispute.

1024 Rodeo.

A-43. Show us handling.

He must be new.

That address
is definitely Rodeo.

Unless Angelina and Jen

are duking it out
in front of Tiffany's,

that's near the jungle.

Hey!

Why don't you two knock it off?!

All right!
You're gonna get it now!

Apartment 12.
They at it again.

You call this in, ma'am?

Mm-hmm.
And my mama said

people used to save
their hootin' and hollerin'

for Saturday night.

Nowaday, people don't care
who all in their business!

Come on!

You stay
right there, ma'am.

Yeah, all right.

Police!

Come on!

You call the cops again?!
Huh?!

Are you out
of your goddamned mind?!

What is wrong with you?

You are not goin' to work!

- I read it on your smartphone, you dumb-ass!
- What is wrong with you?!

What is wrong with you?!
Sir.

Ma'am!

Turn off that stove!
He do this to you, huh?

Did he put his hands
on you?

Did you put your hands on her?
I didn't touch her, man!

I swear to God, I didn't touch her.
Put your hands down.

He stepped out on me
with that Ho.

Explain to me what's going on.
Look, sir, calm down.

I just got off of work,
that's all.

Yeah, security
at a strip club!

At least I got
a Job!

Hey! Come on!
Talk to me.

You see what she did
to my house, man?

I'm done with this. I'm so tired of it.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Calm. Calm down.

I'm cool.
Good, right?

I'm cool.
Okay?

Ben, control her!
Turn off that stove!

That ho!

She's a
She's a colleague.

And I'm on my feet all day.
Shut up!

Man!
What is wrong with you?!

Do not tempt me!
You got me?!

You gonna calm down?!
You gonna calm down?

Ma'am, I need you --

I told you to turn off
the stove!

What is wrong
with you?!

No!

Get an R.A. Unit!

A-43 requesting an R.A. Unit
at our location.

Aah!

Get up.

All right.

Lydia Adams.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You must be
the real Detective.

Where are they?

Back there.

Trying to hide from me,
huh? I'm finding you.

Oh, shit!
You're dead.

Step out here,
fellas.

- Just a sec.
- No. Now.

You shot me
right behind a wall.

That's what happens.
That's what happens to you.

Fernandez send you back down
here to check up on us again?

What you got?

She still pissed about me
falling into those footprints?

Where's Ochoa?

- She's in court today.
- What you got?

Another dead
crack-dealer stick-up.

Fernandez always gives us
the shit that can't be cleared.

Single gunshot
to the head.

- Find any rock or cash?
- Nope.

Steel door with a slot
for transactions.

You thinking
somebody he trusted

he let in,
and they ripped him off?

Exactly.

"Giz"?

Yeah, "Giz."
Short for "Gizmo."

The victim had a partner,
apparently.

Get a description?

Nobody ever
saw him around.

How many houses
did you canvass?

- Seven.
- Eight.

Detective?

Well, somebody loved him.

Got a hit.

"Happy Birthday,
Rafael."

Poor bastard couldn't even buy
a birthday cake in peace.

Two males in white hoodies
capped his ass and robbed him.

White hoodies?

Probably a couple
of Varrio Blanco peewees

trying to make a name
for themselves.

I got to take this.

Anybody get a look
at their faces?

Take a wild guess.

All right, check out
these places.

See if they have
security cameras.

Maybe they
caught something.

A restraining order?!

No, I did not threaten Victor.
I did not threaten anybody!

I was trying to get in my house
to get my stuff!

My house and my stuff!
Sammy! Sammy!

Tone it down.
They're gonna call the cops.

I got to go.

She's threatening me with
a restraining order, Nate.

Are you Rafael?

Is papi dead?

Yeah, Mija, he is.
I'm so sorry.

I want mommy. Mommy.

Sammy, call S.I.D.

Get a crime shield out here
and cover that body.

Rodney? Rodney? Baby?
Please look at me Rodney.

Baby, I'm so sorry.
Rodney!

Rodney, I am so sorry.

A couple of minor burns.

Lucky he just got
spattered.

Rodney? Rodney, just l--
please, baby, look at me.

Just please.
Please, I'm so sorry.

Baby, look at me!
Shh!

Save the chivalry
for Buckingham Palace.

There's no place for it
on the street.

How many wrong assumptions
did you make

going in there?

- Aggressor, small male, victim --
- I know.

What do you mean
you know?

You don't know.

I asked you to turn off
the stove

because I expect you
to control the situation,

not fall prey to some
women-in-peril shit

that you got going
in your head.

You got to be sure
of what you see.

Really see.

Or you -- you're gonna
get someone killed.

You understand?
I got it.

Artis Hayes.

Yeah. You were
the last arresting officer.

Can you pull up his 5-10 and see
if he has any next of kin?

All right. Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm Chazz.
- Lydia.

Mind me asking a question?
It might be out of line.

What's on your mind?

So, I caught a couple of scenes
with Mutt and Jeff.

I can't figure out
which one's the bigger idiot.

You got an opinion?

I can't help you
with that one, Chazz.

If I knew the Detective test
was so easy to pass,

I would have skipped
the Coroner's Office,

joined the force.

I'll see you.

God loves you.

Security camera across
the street caught something.

Will you stay
with the kids?

Be right back, okay?
Eat your doughnut.

No, I did not
threaten --

Sammy!

Did you call S.I.D.?
Why isn't that body covered?

Manny, no!
I'm sorry.

You're sorry? Am I working
this shit by myself?

Manny, no, Manny!
Manny, no, Manny!

Listen. Listen to me.
It's okay.

Listen to me. Your kids are
here, and they need you.

How come my brother's
not covered?

Why are you letting his wife
see him like that?

Y-your brother is, uh --

what's his street name,
your brother?

He never had anything to do
with that life.

He never bothered nobody.

Oh. Oh, Manny.

Manny.

I...

Look,
there's flies, man.

Any luck with Gizmo?

Gang has quite
a few Gizmos in the system.

We're checking
them out now.

You know, we really appreciate
you going to talk to the wife.

Probably better if a woman
does it.

Check out the utility bills
and the tax records.

See if a name
comes up on that house.

Artis hasn't been my husband
since before he went to prison,

just couldn't afford
a divorce.

He had one of those pictures
of your son in his pocket.

Artis gave me money to help pay
for Jerelle's school.

He was proud his son
went to a private school.

Did Artis ever mention
any friends or associates,

anyone he might have had
a problem with?

Anyone by the name
of Gizmo?

I didn't want to know anything
about Artis' life.

How do I get his Golden Gloves
Championship necklace back?

He promised it to Jerelle.

It's a thick gold chain

with a pair of boxing gloves
on the front.

I know what a Golden Gloves
Necklace looks like.

We just didn't see one.

Artis always wore it.

I'll let you know
if we see it.

There's no good way to
tell someone a loved one's dead.

The news should be given
in a slow, controlled manner.

Gives the survivor time
to adjust emotionally.

Am I boring you?

We spent a lot of time
on the procedure at the Academy.

Oh, they did, huh?

Yeah, they brought in actors
to play the parts --

angry man, hysterical wife,
crying woman.

Must have been
very instructive.

No, it was kind of silly,
really.

Some of the cadets were
really bad at it.

But not you,
though, huh?

I was okay.

You know what?

You've been in
nine months.

Let's see
what you learned.

Today, you are in charge.

I'm just gonna
ride along and observe.

Who knows?
Maybe I'll learn something.

Hi.
I'm Detective Adams.

I'm looking
for Brian Hayes.

I'm Brian.

Um, are your parents
home?

Yeah, my mom is home.

- Can you go get her, please?
- Yes, ma'am.

Mama?
It's the police.

I'm Detective Adams.

What do you want?

Can we speak
in private?

No --
whatever you need to say,

you can say it
in front of him.

Unfortunately, your brother
Artis has been killed.

I'm here investigating
the murder.

Someone killed Artis?

- Yes. I'm sorry.
- No, you ain't sorry.

He's just another crackhead
who got himself killed.

It don't surprise me.

Your son Brian's name was
on the utility bill

of the house
where Artis was killed.

He stole
my son's identity?

Don't surprise me either.

He stole
my Playstation, too.

Did Artis have a friend or
business associate named Gizmo?

Look, look,
I don't know a damn thing

about his friends
or his business associates.

"Business associates"?
Please.

Did you know
if he was threatened

or maybe somebody
wanted him dead?

I don't know.
He was a crackhead.

I mean,
you figure it out.

Can I -- can I get
my Playstation back?

- Why aren't you in school, Brian?
- He's sick.

So that mean the police
gonna start harassing my son?

No, Mrs. Hayes.
It doesn't mean that.

I will try to get
your Playstation back.

Thanks.
That all?

His body's been taken down
to county.

You can go down there --

Nobody's gonna spend any tears
crying over that man.

Let the county bury him.

He spent more time with you
than us in the last 10 years.

Get in here.

Williams, apartment 12.

Mrs. Williams:
What do you want?

Police, ma'am.

What do you want?

I need to speak
with you, ma'am.

Go ahead and speak.

It would be better
if we spoke inside, ma'am.

That's your opinion.

Ma'am,
it's very serious.

It's very important.
Please open the door.

Not unless you've got
a warrant.

Ma'am, open the door.

Go to hell.

Ma'am!

Ma'am, open the door.

No warrant, no entry!
Go to hell!

- Ma'am, I need you to open the door!
- No, you don't!

- Ma'am, I need you to open the door!
- Just go away!

Mrs. Williams,
your son is dead!

I'm sorry, ma'am.
Doug was in a car accident.

Doug?

Who's Doug?

You don't have a son
named Doug, ma'am?

Hell no. My son's name
is Bobby.

What the hell
is wrong with you?!

You scared the shit out of me!
Are you a damn moron?!

I mean, what kind of shit-for-brains
weasel are you?!

You don't have
any training?!

Swear to God!
Go to hell!

Damn it.

What if you'd been looking
for some fugitive,

some guy hiding in his squat
with a shotgun?

You bust in the wrong door,

you scare some old lady
into messing her drawers

and give the asshole
with the shotgun

time to shoot you
in the back.

How come Moretta didn't
make you a lunch, Sammy?

Ah. Because he didn't
make the lunch.

What you got?

Got video
from the strip mall.

Here are
our shooters now.

That short one

look like
White Avenue Spider

to you,
with the funny walk?

Yeah. Could be.

You got a witness right there.
Zoom in on that license plate.

There you go.

Nice.

See anything?

Right in front of you.

Driver.

What about him?

He hasn't moved a muscle
since we pulled up behind him

except to keep checking us
in his rearview mirror.

And his tires look bald.

Anywhere is good,
asshole.

Sit up straight.
Put your hands behind the wheel.

Top of the wheel.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

All right,
get out of the car.

Turn around.
Put your hands behind your head.

Interlock your fingers.

Hey, why you doing this?

Where you from, hmm?

I ain't from around here.
Ah!

Hey, can you tell me
what I did wrong?

You got any drugs
in the car?

Huh? No.

- No? - No.
- Sure about that?

Ain't got shit, man.

Yeah? Sure?

Ain't got shit, man.
Mm-hmm.

All right.
Right here.

Stay here.

Check this out.

Where's the suspect?

Hey, shithead!

Yeah, you got
my partner's cuffs!

Get up.

Why run
when you can drive?

One more thing they didn't
teach you at the Academy.

- Cooper.
- Hey.

Lakers-heat
Thursday?

What's, uh,
what's the line?

Uh, Heat by four.

Take the Lakers.

Hey, Watkins,
where'd you get this?

We should grab
Spider first,

then bring our witness down
to make the I.D. in person,

make her feel safe

knowing we already have
the asshole in custody.

We don't have enough
to bring Spider in.

Hi.
I'm Detective Moretta.

This is
Detective Bryant.

Is my daughter
in trouble?

Why you always got to think
I'm in trouble?

Uh, no,
Mrs. Montoya,

your daughter's
not in trouble.

May we come in
for a minute, please?

Sí, claro.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

We just have
a couple questions

about a shooting that happened
this morning.

Okay.

The, uh --
the man they shot

had just bought a birthday cake
for his 5-year-old.

They killed him in front of his
two kids, watching from a car.

Oh, my God.

Why don't you talk
to them?

They didn't get a good look
at the shooters' faces. You did.

I didn't really see them
too good.

It looks like you were
staring right at them.

These little kids aren't
gonna have a father around

because of these guys.

Rosie,
que diría tu padre?

I don't know.
Why don't you go ask him?

Mrs. Montoya,

may I ask for a glass de agua,
por favor?

Sí, claro.
¿gusta water?

I'm all set, thanks.

Okay, gracias.

You know, my mom
tries to run my life

all the time, too,
always telling me what to do.

Would you just take a look at
these photos right here, please,

and tell me if you
recognize anybody?

Their homies
will come after me.

We'll protect you.

I can't get involved.

You are involved.
You were there. You're involved.

You can I.D.
these shitheads, okay?

You're in-- excuse me.

I got someplace to be.

Gracias.

Mrs. Montoya:
Okay, thank you. Bye.

Forgot to turn off
your phone?

We're wasting
our time here.

Look, I was getting somewhere with her
until you lost your shit.

We got to work Spider.
She recognized him from the six-pack.

- You saw it.
- Oh, yeah. Great. Work Spider.

I can work Spider.
Might as well call his lawyer.

I can work Spider.

We tried it your way, and now
we're gonna do it my way.

Okay.

We'll see
how that goes, huh?

You know, I'll be glad
when this day is over.

Yeah, he's, uh, starting to
think he knows what he's doing.

So I've been letting him
step on his dick.

They always do.

What's up?

Hey, um, Cooper was
just telling us

how you let some asshole
run away with your handcuffs.

Yeah.

- It's a very common mistake.
- Absolutely.

Mm-hmm.
That ever happen to you?

Never.

Me neither.

You know, super boot -- he may
lose control of his prisoner,

but there's never
a hair out of place.

What's this?

There he is.
Slow down.

Down on your knees.

Hands up
over your head.

5-0.

What,
do you run Ironman?

No, Spider,
this is what happens

when little gangster shitheads
smoke cigarettes.

You got anything on you
I don't know about?

Nah, fool.

I want to believe you, Wendell.
I'm trying really hard.

And that isn't even
the really bad part.

Here comes the bad part.

Wendell, we found a handgun
in your bedroom

the same caliber as the one
that killed Artis Hayes.

And ballistics
is running tests.

Want to guess how that's
gonna turn out?

Mm. You got nice veins,
Wendell.

Really nice veins.

That needle ought
to slip right in.

- What if I want to make a deal?
- What do you got to deal?

The one who paid me.
He's just as guilty as me.

That's got to count
for something, ain't it?

Maybe if we believe you.

Gizmo paid me to cap him.

It was Gizmo's house.
Artis worked for him.

Took care of Artis
when he got out of prison.

But Artis -- Artis,
he treated Gizmo like a punk.

You know,
took his Playstation --

big mistake.

Gizmo is Brian,
Artis' nephew?

Yeah.
Little dude with glasses.

He cold.

Got you and your homie
on a security camera.

So?

And...We got
a solid eyewitness.

So you want to tell me
what happened

before your homie
comes in,

cuts a deal,
lays it all on you?

Can I ask you
a question?

Here it comes.

Can I see my lawyer?

Damn it.

Shit!

Want to tell me about
that man you killed

in front of his two little
kids, you piece of shit?!

You want to tell me about that?!
Bryant!

Right in front
of his kids! Huh?!

Bryant! Bryant!
You.

Come on, man.
We're done here, buddy.

We're done, bud.

Sit the down!
Sit down!

Shut the up
and sit down.

I'm not gonna hurt him.
Doesn't work that way.

Come on, back off me!
Come on!

Aah!
Come here!

Come on, back off me!

Aah! Come here!

- PCP?
- Oh, yeah.

Hit me!
Hit me one more time!

- What are you guys waiting on, Sarge?
- Hit me one more time!

I don't know,
like 50 more cops.

Aah! Come here!

Aaaah! Come here!
Come on!

Boryoku-tekina
kodo o hikaeru!

Boryoku-tekina
kodo o hikaeru!

Boryoku-tekina
kodo o hikaeru!

What the hell
did he say to him?

Beats the hell
out of me.

Kid's only 14.

Wendell could be
making it up.

Wendell's not
smart enough to make it up.

Man definitely swims in the
shallow end of the gene pool.

So let's go
pick this Gizmo up.

We don't have
any witnesses.

We sweat him,
he'll roll.

Yeah, and if he doesn't,

then we've let him know
that we're onto him

and it's a crackhead killer's
word against a 14-year-old.

You know what?

Let's have Wendell
make a phone call.

Hey, you.

Where's your friend?

He's mad at me.

Told him he was being
an asshole to you.

You didn't.

Yes, I did.

No, you didn't.

I did.
Where you going?

To go see my boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Can I give you a ride?

I'll be good.
I promise.

She thinks because my brother's
a priest,

I should be a nun.

She's always in my shit,

always trying to keep me
away from my boyfriend.

Even my brother tells her
to leave me alone.

You and your brother
pretty close?

Very close.

Frank's a priest,
but he's cool.

He even likes Pacqui.

You know, I've got a daughter
about your age.

You're too young.

I was too young,
and she suffered for it.

I'm still trying to make it up
to her, you know?

Hey, what are you doing?
You forgot to turn.

I know a little shortcut.

Studied karate
when I was a kid.

My Sensei had us repeat
that mantra at the end of class.

I forget
the exact translation,

but it's something to do with
refraining from violence.

Anyway, it worked.

Get into a lot of fights
at Harvard Westlake?

Actually,
it was Crossroads.

Ooh, Crossroads.
Even meaner.

I heard one kid one time threw
a notebook at someone.

Yeah, yeah.
Where'd you go?

Dorsey.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

For a year anyway.

After my dad went to prison,

we moved in with my Uncle,
off Jefferson.

All the white people were
leaving, but he refused to move.

- How'd you stay out of trouble?
- Oh, I didn't.

Sometimes you just get
sick of running.

Yeah.

I think that's why my dad
had me take karate.

He was from Brooklyn,

and he thought it would
toughen me up.

Well, that worked.

Hey. You try breaking a 2x4
with a hammer fist.

Not easy.

I can just imagine you

and your cute
little white robe,

your little stance.

Yeah. Yeah.

Let me guess.

Everybody got a trophy,

and you all went for Sushi
afterwards.

Yeah?

Uh, Dorsey is a little...
It was a little different.

Karate.

Nah, if they didn't see
in your eye

that you were willing
to go all the way,

just kill or be killed,

you might not make it home.

You're not gonna start
rapping now, are you?

'Cause I think Eminem already
made that record.

Aah!
Oh.

- Aah!
- Shit.

You guys all right?

You didn't secure him
to the gurney?

Paramedics strapped him in.

Those cuffs
should have been tight.

What's Japanese
for "I screwed up"?

Shimashita.

Yeah?

Giz, it's Dell.
What up, Dell?

Hey, we need to talk
about that thing I did for you.

- What thing?
- That thing with your Uncle.

Shit.
We good, though, right?

I did what you --
lady, I did what you said!

Manuel Garces worked hard
to buy this house

so his kids would have
a yard to play in.

That's Manny's widow
and his kids.

That little one
just turned 5.

Today was supposed to be
his birthday party,

but instead it's gonna be
his father's wake.

You know, I still got
those pictures in the back

if you want to take
a second look.

Take me to my boyfriend's,
please.

Tammi, put Victor on the phone.

I'm serious.
Put him on the phone.

No. No. No.
I promise.

I promise.

Victor. Hey.

Yeah, I was out of line.

I was out of line
breaking the window.

I'm fine now.

Y-you've got nothing
to worry about.

My word.

Sure. Put -- put her on.

Tammi.

It's good.
No, we're good.

Yeah. No, I'm glad, too.

Now will you please,
please do the DNA test

when you get the amnio,
please?

Because it's important to me
to know if it's gonna be my kid.

Hey, I got to go.

Why are you crying?

I got to go.
I'll call you later.

Miss Montoya?

Is Detective Moretta
here?

My sister would like
to give a statement.

Uh...W-why don't you
have a seat?

Can I get you something? You
want some water or something?

Sit down, please.
I'll -- I'll go find him.

Okay.

Um, will you watch them
for me?

Hey, Spider.

What's up, ese?
What's up?

You here to waste
more of my time?

Actually, we're here
to arrest you

for the murder
of Manuel garces -- stand up.

You guys get the hell
out of here.

Leave your beers. Get out.
Turn around. Face the wall.

Hands up
behind your head.

I want to call
my lawyer.

Absolutely.

Hi. My mama's not home
right now.

Oh, I didn't come
to see your mother.

I brought
your Playstation back.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

I hope you enjoy it.
Heard your Uncle died for it.

Feel like I'm just getting
to know you, Gizmo.

My name's Brian.

We may not be able to prove
right now

that you had
your Uncle killed, Gizmo,

but we have
plenty of time.

You already
messed up once.

Now Gangs and Narcotics
know who you are,

Homicide Patrol,

and we're all gonna be
watching and waiting

for you to screw up,
like we know you will.

What do you want now?

Oh, I just came by
to let Gizmo know

that we may not
be able to prove right now

that he had
his Uncle killed --

What do you mean,
had his Uncle killed?

Oh, you didn't know?

She's lying, mama.
S-she's --

You got a warrant?

No, but you're
more than welcome

to come down to the station
and talk to the shooter.

Unless you have a warrant,
get off my property.

Catch you later, Giz.

You know
what you've done?

I-I didn't do it!

Shut your damn mouth!

How we gonna do anything
with the police watching us?!

Tough day
for super boot.

You know what, man?

I get it.

All right?
I got some things to learn.

But this
fraternity hazing shit's

getting
pretty Old.

Some things to learn?

You're not even close
to being ready

to be out here
on your own.

You boots,
you're all the same.

Nine months in, you start
to believe you know what you're doing.

What, you think you were
most dangerous

when you first got
out of the academy?

No.

No, it's now, right now,

when you are more likely
to get me

or somebody else out here
killed.

So get your shit tight,
'cause in 90 days,

I'm not gonna be here
to cover your ass.

And whoever draws
the short straw

and gets stuck riding with you
is gonna be counting on you --

you --
to keep them alive.

So, is Tammi gonna take
that DNA test?

Yeah.

That's good, man.

I'm gonna move in
with Sal.

Sal? Really?

Yeah.

One minute,
he's chewing my ass out.

The next, he's telling me
he's got an extra bedroom

in some house he's renting
in Van Nuys.

You and Sal, huh?

Time for me
to get off your sofa.

Ah, man, we're gonna miss
the hell out of you.

Your wife won't.

You know my wife
loves you.

Yeah. Maybe.

But she sure doesn't want
to share a bathroom with me,

and I can't say
I blame her.

Just let it go.

We can't let it go, man.

Nestor, Luis.

You guys gonna make us
work tonight?

What's up, man?
We didn't do it, eses.

It came from the roof.

The roof?

Hey, we know you guys.

Hey, that's right.
You know us.

Heard you got
some new tats.

Yeah.
How you like it?

Not bad.

All right, Nestor,
you guys be good.

You too.

Wipe that lipstick
off your face, boy.

All right.

Get back! All of you!

Stand back! Back!

Back!
Get the Back!

Get back!

Get back!
Get back, all of you!

Get back!

Aah!

Nate!

Officer down!

Need an assist!
Shots fired!

Need an assist!
Shots fired!

Officer down!

Let's go, Sammy!
We got to get him out of here!

Let's go!

Let's go!

Come on, Nate.

God damn it!
Come on, Nate!

Nate!

Aah!

Sammy.

Oh, God.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!