Southland (2009–2013): Season 3, Episode 7 - Sideways - full transcript

♪ Southland 3x07 ♪
Sideways
Original Air Date on February 15, 2011

♪
♪

Suspect just turned,

westbound on Selma
from Cahuenga.

Man #2: Air-3, what's the speed
of the suspect's vehicle,

and what are the conditions?

No, no, no, do not call off
this chase!

Clear!

70, 75. Traffic's moderate,
non-residential.

A43, show us as
a secondary unit in pursuit.

Approaching a no-fly zone.
Got to back off.



- Primary unit, you have it.
- We got this

Clear. We're clear.

A35, suspect heading
northbound now -- Schrader.

We got this son of a bitch.

Clear!

Dewey!

Even when cops
do everything right,

things can still go sideways.

Learning to accept this
is a big part of the job.

Hold on, hold on.

You of all people,
will you please pull over?

Oh, no, no, no. Wait, wait,
wait. No. It gets better.

"Exactly how the grisly photos
of the pop star's headless body

"got leaked to TMZ
remains a mystery.



"But secret sources tell us
they were snapped

"with Detective Adams'
cellphone.

"Doesn't take a genius.

Might be time for her to start
scanning the want ads."

Who reads this shit anyway?

Are you kidding me?
It's L.A. who doesn't?

Well, at least
the department doesn't care.

Hey, aren't you on your way
to a homicide?

Yeah, and the dead guy will probably
have one of these in his pocket.

What happened
to Lydia the optimist?

She got her ass handed to her
by Lydia the suspect.

You think Fernandez
is gonna fight for me

with I.A. breathing
down her neck?

Well, look, I mean,
you answered their questions.

Okay, you showed them
your bank accounts.

There's no proof
that you got paid.

I mean, lots of people
had access to the murder book

where you put the photos.

So there's no proof
that you leaked them.

I mean...

It's gonna be okay.
Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

Petey, come on, breakfast!
Tommy, no banging.

I can't find my shoes.

Uh, that's because
it's in the fireplace.

We -- we were
just horsing around.

God, it doesn't stop.

I guess these two
are gonna fix the fence

and maybe
the sprinklers.

Everybody
wants to help out.

You promised me
to my face

at the last
community meeting

that you'd get that thing
hauled away.

But still one month later,

my kids got to watch guys
pissing in the alley

and strawberries
turning tricks.

The city told me that they were
gonna take care of that.

More cops.
Just like clockwork.

You gonna
pass the buck, too?

'Cause he
just keeps on telling me,

and somehow,
that thing's still here.

I like this lady, but she's
starting to get on my nerves.

Still, sucks that her kids
got to see this.

You know what sucks is we
get the gun, the big stick,

and they think
we have all the power.

Then when they realize we don't,
they get all mouthy with us.

That's what sucks.

- Hey, how you doing?
- Good. What's up?

Good. Yeah.
Hang on a second.

You guys raided this house
and this trailer

about two months ago,
right?

Yeah. 40k of rock,
all in a day's work.

Excuse me.

This -- this house,
it's slated for demo, isn't it?

Yeah, that's the word.

- That's the word.
- So what's up with the trailer?

You guys having trouble
getting that cleared?

It's not our call, man.

We're still waiting
on paperwork.

Till then,
it's private property.

Oh, private property.

So you guys got yourselves
a warrant, then, right?

You mind
if I take a look at that?

See, here's my problem,
fellas.

You got yourself a little
felony bus stop here.

Anytime you need a felony bust,
you just drive on by.

Well, like you, we don't
make the laws, remember?

Excuse us.

We're done, huh?

What the hell, Sal?

A double murder
on Vermont,

and you give it
to Faloona and Mills?

- I'm next in the rotation.
- I took you out.

Why? Because some B.S.S. asshole
doesn't want me riding alone?

Sammy -- you're listening
to these people?

The shrink I talked to
for 10 minutes,

he doesn't know shit
about being a cop.

Sit down.

He probably hasn't been south
of the 10.

Look, Sammy.

Some git cops
came in last night

and brought in a suspect
in Nate's murder.

Shit.

S-so, did they raid
the guy's place?

They did
but came up with nothing.

Nothing? No blood?
Nothing on his clothes?

Lab's still checking, all right,
but it doesn't look good.

Look, all they really got
is a snitch

who'll swear the guy did it,
and he's a base-head.

Not much of a witness,
you know?

Well, when can I
I.D. him?

They're putting together
a six-pack,

so it's just gonna take
an extra beat.

Sammy, we got to make this thing
squeaky clean.

You understand?

Hey, the varsity team.

- Hey.
- Hey.

All right, so far
we got 10 shell casings --

.22s and .38s.

And this guy was the target?

No,
doesn't look to be.

I got a witness over there

who says that these two assholes
went after each other.

Bang, bang, bang.
They get away.

And this poor guy gets caught
in the crossfire.

Wedding band, no tats.
I hate these.

You get a statement
from him?

Yeah, started to,
but then you guys came.

His name's Henry Watts.
You want to talk?

Yeah.
You take the body?

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Mr. Watts,
how you doing?

I'm Detective Adams.

Hi.
Good to meet you.

You sure
you're okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just
when the shooting started,

I dove between two cars.

Guess I just...
banged my head.

You should let the paramedics
check you out.

You could have
a concussion.

I'd be surprised
if that were true.

I'm told
I'm very hardheaded.

So,
what exactly happened?

Uh, well, I came out of there
with some groceries,

saw two guys arguing.

Next thing I know,
they're pulling out guns.

I mean, it was nuts.

They started shooting at each
other from like 10 feet apart.

That poor guy there was just
trying to get out of the way.

You think
you could I.D. the guys?

I certainly could try.

Uh, hey, guys, can you
come over here for a sec?

Um, let them
check you out, okay?

Yeah. Okay, okay.
Maybe they should.

Hey, Adams.

We think you're a lot hotter
in person,

if you don't
mind us saying.

Munoz, come on,
isn't there something else

you could be doing,
like traffic control maybe?

Oh! Lydia, we don't think you did it.
Let's go.

Hey. What's going on?

This man doesn't
have a concussion.

He has a bullet
in his head.

No, Ma'am...wh...

When I spoke to you guys
last month

you told me that the house
and the trailer

were both
gonna be cleared --

ma'am --

Okay.

Well, you got my number.

Thanks.

And we wonder
why people go postal.

Great.
Now this.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

All right! Stop it right now!
Stop it!

What are you doing in front
of these kids, huh?

What are we teaching them?
Share and share alike.

They don't got that
in Armenia?

- I'm Turkish.
- I'm from Jordan.

That's fine!
You work it out.

Just switch off days
or something.

You guys can do that,
right?

Fine.

I'll take the weekends.

You stupid terrorist!

Terrorist?!
Yeah.

See, this is what
I'm talking about.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Hook him up.
Hook him up.

He's selling guns to kids. Look.
And I'm the terrorist?

You know what?
I need sugar.

You?

Hey, everybody!
It's your lucky day!

Free ice cream,

courtesy of the Los Angeles
Police Department.

There you go, buddy.
Have a bomb pop.

And furthermore,
the investigating officers

are deliberately not present,

nor have their identities been
made known to Detective Bryant.

Taking every precaution,
this six-pack I.D.

Will be handled
by Detective Olati Johnson

of the domestic violence table.

She has no knowledge
of the case.

Olati?

The photos you're about to see
may or may not contain

the person responsible
for Nate Moretta's murder.

If you understand this
and the rest of the admonitions,

please sign here.

Do you see anyone
you recognize?

Take your time, Sammy.

Excuse me.

You all right?

I saw his face, Sal.
I just...

I just needed some air.

All right.

That's cool. Just take
a little breather, then.

We'll go back in,
all right?

Tomorrow.

I need a day.

Sammy, you're not sure,
are you?

I just said I saw him.
I just...

It's just harder
than I expected.

Sammy, this guy has an attorney
breathing down my neck.

Without an I.D.,
we might have to kick him.

Can't we just stall?

We do it all the time for shit
that doesn't even matter.

Come on, Sal.
What's the big deal?

All right.
I'll do what I can, all right?

I need you to focus.

We need this, Sammy,
all right?

Yeah.

We went lights and sirens
for this?

Dude, are you
kidding me, man?

I had to get you here before
the coroner moved the body.

Check this out.

You know how they always say
TV kills brain cells?

Voilà.

You got to be shitting me.

What the hell happened?

Let me clue you in,
Sherlock.

Pussy Galore over there said that
he liked to do it while watching porn.

He also liked the bottom.

So he mounted the TV
up there,

pulled it out
over the top of them,

but I guess
he wasn't too handy,

because he used
the wrong screws.

Where was she
when this happened?

She said it missed her head
by an inch.

I always say,
blow jobs can save lives.

Hey.

How you doing?

For a guy with a .22 slug
in his head?

I guess
the answer's...good.

They said
if you're feeling up to it

that we can ask you
a couple questions.

That'll distract me.
Please, shoot.

I mean...

You're an artist?

Uh, computer graphics mostly.
Got to eat.

But every now and then,
I go old school.

Nothing like
a pencil and pad.

This what you
want to know?

Wow.

That's amazing.

So the guys were black?
Light-skinned, yeah.

One of them had a tattoo.
I couldn't see it clearly.

And they were dressed
like this?

Wife-beaters
and bling?

Yeah. One of them
wore an Angels cap.

This is amazing.

Did either of them
have a car?

Not that I saw.

Hey. Hi.

Um, doc wants
to see us a sec.

Okay.

I think we're about to get

the "leave him alone
and let him rest" speech.

Ah, before neurosurgery?
Probably smart.

Is there anyone
I can call for you?

Oh, my fiancée's in Rome
for work.

I called her.
She'll be on her way back soon.

Good.
I'll be back in a bit.

I'd get what you need
from him

as soon as possible.

Yeah, I was kind of
trying to do that.

He doesn't have long,
okay?

I'm just giving you
the heads-up.

What?

The bullet entered the skull

and settled posterior
of the optic chiasm.

He's got increasing
intracranial pressure.

In English.

The thing is small
and really deep in his brain.

Any operation to remove it
will most likely kill him.

But he's -- he's --
he's talking.

He seems fine.

That's not gonna last.

Well, are you
gonna tell him?

Not yet.
We're waiting on Keith Black,

the top guy at Cedars,
to take a look at his scans.

Maybe he'll have a different
take, but I doubt it.

Sorry. I got to go.

Um, Fernandez
wants us back now.

Of course she does.

It's not just you, okay?

You, those R.H.D. guys,

and the six patrol officers
that were first on the scene

are now suspended
from duty.

You've been assigned home

pending an internal
investigation.

Are we getting paid?
Are we getting paid?

Yeah, with all benefits.

That's good with me,
'cause I didn't nada.

I'm just gonna get caught up
on my Internet shopping.

Am I supposed to just sit home
and do nothing?

"Assigned home" means
that during working hours,

you are to stay at home.

Well, are you gonna put
an ankle bracelet on me?

'Cause if not,
I'm gonna do as I please.

You have my cellphone number.
You can reach me.

Oh, no.
You took my cellphone.

I'm gonna have to note that
on the file.

Oh, I'm really worried now.

What's up?

Pulled a traffic warrant
on him.

It's bullshit, but it'll
hold him till tomorrow.

His attorney saw the video
of your six-pack I.D.

Now he's demanding that I do
a lineup with his client in it.

Good.

Better than looking
at mug shots, you know?

The asshole's standing
right in front of me.

Yeah.

Get a good night's sleep,
all right?

The lineup's tomorrow,
0900.

So...The doctor
read you the riot act?

Yes,
but I charmed her.

Oh.

The nurses brought me some art
supplies up from the kids' ward.

Figure as long as I can draw,
right, how bad can it be?

Definitely, yeah.

Everybody seems
really optimistic.

They got
this famous neurosurgeon

coming in
to review my CAT scan.

Then they're gonna settle
on what to do.

The surgery's tricky,
obviously.

They just want to do
their homework.

Look, Mr. Watts --

Henry.

Henry.

About the case --

Oh, yeah, I remembered --

the guy in the hat yelled
the other guy's name.

Leon, Dion,
something like that.

No, I needed to tell you
I'm no longer on the case.

There will be
two new detectives,

and they'll be
coming around soon.

Oh. I see.

You're that
Detective Adams.

Lydia, I guess.

Yes.
My fame precedes me.

I saw it on TV.

On an endless loop.

So, did you
leak the photos?

No.

I believe you.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

So, I guess
you're gonna be going,

now that you're
off the case?

I'm gonna stay a bit

and brief the detectives
when they get here.

Might as well.
Avoid the paparazzi?

Hmm.
That too.

Yeah.

And listen, um...

In case I go into surgery before
Jessie, my fiancée, gets here,

could you, um...

Could you let her know our dogs
are with the neighbors?

Or could you get the detectives
to tell her?

Sure, sure, sure.

I will make sure
she gets the message.

I'm feeling...
kind of tired.

Gonna try
and catch a nap.

Okay. I'll check in
in a bit.

Yeah.

I've called three times today.

I've spoken
to five different clerks.

Sure as shit,
the windows are blacked out.

I know you keep saying that,
but I need to know when.

Banging around
on the inside.

So finally I get the door
pried open, and -- bwah! --

this frickin' vulture
comes flying out

with an ear
hanging in its beak.

I look inside,

and the guy just blew his head
off with a 12 gauge.

How'd the bird get
in there?

It got in through the hole in
the roof that the gun made, man.

It scared the shit out of me.
Shit.

Shit,
beats the hell out of mine.

Just some poor old guy, ass up
in the air, next to the toilet.

Blah, blah, blah.
That's a dime a dozen, man.

The extra pressure
caused a heart attack.

I heard it a million times.

Speaking of shotguns,
you heard this one?

So, Koreatown, one of those
rooms you rent by the hour.

- How much you pay for that?
- Hey, relax.

We find this dead guy,
right?

He's completely naked,
chest blown out, lying on a bed,

shards of mirror
sticking out of his stomach,

his neck, his face.

I got this.
I got this.

He's laying on the bed
next to his shotty, right?

He killed himself with his legs
up in the air.

He's got a pencil
through his toes

crossed through
the trigger guard.

He pulls the trigger
with his feet.

The recoil of the gun
kicks it up into the ceiling,

smashing the mirror.
Am I close?

Huh?
I heard that one, man.

You're gonna have to try a
little bit harder, hello?

But I'll still buy your
dirty ass lunch. What?

Shit.
She just hung up on me.

Why do you
even care, man?

I find it novel, Dewey, every
once in a while to give a shit.

You know, when you called me and
said you were at the hospital,

I thought you'd
gone 51/50 on me.

Trust me,
I am this close.

Nozick and Chavez?

Left them three voicemails,

and neither one of them
will call me back.

Yeah, they're working a stabbing
in Lynwood,

probably got
their hands full.

Yeah, but this is priority.
The witness may not last.

It's not your case now.

Why are you making it harder
for yourself?

'Cause it's not
just about me,

and I don't want to see them
screw this up.

Fernandez told the cap that
you weren't gonna go home.

And I thought her head
was gonna explode, you know?

So she sent you here
to convince me?

Well, her language
was a bit stronger.

Yeah, well, snap a picture
and leak her a photo of this.

Thought you might
feel that way.

I cannot believe
this is happening, Russ.

All my hard work, my rep.

It's all
going to crap now.

Leak cases
are hard to prove.

Once the dog-and-pony show's
over,

everything will settle down.

So you just got to
wait it out.

If you're wrong, will you
at least be my lead rep?

Go through all of this
with me?

Don't they assign guys
to do that from the league?

Yeah, but I don't trust
anybody else.

No, I-I don't have
any experience.

Yeah,
but you've got my back.

Of course.

Okay.

It's late.

Yeah,
just about done here.

You been
coming around a lot.

You know,
doing what I can.

Just trying to help her out,
you know?

That all you want to do,
help her?

What'd you say?

You heard what I said.

You accuse me of trying
to move in on the widow?

You're the one living
in her house, asshole.

You don't know shit
about what's going on,

so I suggest
you keep your mouth shut.

I know you sleep here now,
don't you?

Doesn't take a genius
to figure out what that means.

Nate was my partner.

I'm looking after his family
the way he would've wanted.

Yeah?
You got that?

Yeah.
Is that clear to you?

Yeah.
Get the Out of here.

You know what?
You need to get some help.

Do I?
Yeah.

See ya.

Yeah.

Shit.

It's called trephination,
or burr holes,

to relieve the pressure.

Okay, but if you're
gonna drill in my head,

why not
just dig the bullet out?

You're still bleeding,
Mr. Watts.

This has to happen now.
Then we can pursue our options.

- Like what?
- Dr. Bernheimer will be talking to you.

No.
Why can't you tell me?

And what about the guy
at Cedars?

We're all still
reviewing things.

Please lie back.

All asleep.
Pretty amazing, actually.

You're good with kids,
Sammy.

I don't know about that.

I think they just sense
that I'm one of them.

You went at Stiles pretty good
back there.

Oh.

I thought
you were gonna deck him.

That -- I'm sorry.

I'm an idiot.

No. I'm sure
you're just stressed

about the lineup tomorrow.

Everyone's talking about it,
how it's all up to you.

Well,
if I recognize him --

I mean, if it's the guy,
I'll recognize him.

And...If I do,
we'll take him down.

I promise.

What are we doing,
Sammy?

Hey, buddy.

I'm thirsty.

Okay, baby,
I'll get you water.

So, you're gonna
be my dad now?

Okay.
Come on.

Let's go inside.

Hey.

If you want me to come back,
I can.

Come in.
Come in.

They, um --
they tell you about...

I got...

Two new holes...

In my head.

Ease the pressure,
I guess.

Beyond that,
I don't know.

Seems like no one
wants to operate.

Or no one knows how.

You heard
about Jessica?

Uh, no, just, um,
she's on her way.

Yeah, I know.

You know what she does
for a living?

Writes children's books.

Really good ones
about a lizard named Fig.

- You have any kids?
- No.

Then you probably never heard
of a lizard named Fig.

It's really good.

It's how we met.

I did the illustrations
for her second book.

And we just...

Fell in love.

Just jumped right into it.

Still can't believe
how lucky I got.

What would you do...

If you were me?

Would you
go under the knife

for the 1% chance
at living,

or would you try
to hold out

for a chance
to say goodbye?

Oh, I don't --

I --

I was in love once.

Yeah?

Yeah, it was
my second training officer

when I just joined
the force, and...

He was married with kids,

and when he decided
to leave his wife...

Things got ugly
real fast.

What happened?

We figured it out.

We figured out a way
to be together.

And then he was killed
on the job.

A shootout
at an auto-parts store.

It was senseless, but...

But I had been reassigned.

So I wasn't there
to say goodbye.

And that...

If you love her...

Hold out.

That'd be my answer.

I'm gonna let you
get some rest, okay?

Don't -- don't.

Please.

This was set for 9:00.
It's now going on 11:00.

I don't work here, sir.
You're gonna have to

take that up with
the sheriff's department.

And don't think I don't know
the irregularities

with my client's
traffic warrant

were a direct result
of your stalling.

I'm just a cop, counselor.
Fewer words would be good.

Now, if you could just stand
the over there, please?

Thank you.

So, we good to go?

Sammy?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Detective Bryant,

do you recognize any of the
individuals standing before you?

Right before he hit Nate,

he said,
"toma puto."

Could I have number 2, 3
repeat that for me?

Number 2, take one step forward
and say, "toma puto."

Toma puto.

Step back.
Okay, now number 3.

Toma puto.

S-- can 6 take his hand
out of his pocket?

Number 6, take your hand
out of your pocket.

3.

Number 3.

You're saying you recognize
number 3?

It's number 3.

Okay, we're done.

Number 2.

Number 2.
I meant number 2.

It's number 2.
Okay?

Let's go.

Number 2 is an inmate here,
Sammy.

He got extra food
for standing in the lineup.

That's --
that's just great. Terrific.

Thank you.
No. Yeah.

Okay, you too.

Well, good news.

Some desk jockey
just forgot to sign a form.

So they moved the crack trailer
this morning.

All right.

So now we're going
to double-check.

You trust anything
the city tells you?

No.

Geez, that sucks.

Okay, bye.

Nate Moretta -- that cop
who got murdered? Yeah.

His partner picked the wrong guy
in a lineup.

Ouch!
Notify the suicide hotline.

Dewey. I'm just saying, man.
You know how it is.

They're gonna
be watching his ass.

All units and A35,
211 in progress, 1620 Fuega.

Light them up.

Freeze!
Drop the knife!

Drop it!

Follow me in the car!

Stop!

Stop right now!

That's it.

Thank you.
I'm gonna borrow this.

Hey, jag-off.

Not rampart?
You're learning.

Give me a hand.

Muchachos...

Venga ayudarnos,
por favor.

Stop!

He's getting in a car.

Right behind you, partner.

Gold Ford.

License plate -- Victor-4-7.

Go!

Gracias, amigo.

Gracias.
Yeah.

Yeah, this is John Cooper

with the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Yeah, how you doing?

I got an abandoned vehicle
blocking the alley

behind 226 Vernon.

Yeah.

All right,
I appreciate it.

A35, we're in pursuit
of a gold Ford Contour,

now westbound on Florence
at Brighton.

A43,
show us en route to back.

Suspect just turned,

westbound on Selma
from Cahuenga.

Man #2: Air-3, what's the speed
of the suspect's vehicle,

and what are the conditions?

No, no, no, do not call off
this chase!

Clear!

70, 75. Traffic's moderate,
non-residential.

A43, show us
as a secondary unit in pursuit.

Approaching a no-fly zone.
Got to back off.

Primary unit, you have it.
We got this

Clear. We're clear.

A35, suspect heading
northbound now -- Schrader.

We got this son of a bitch.

Clear!

Dewey!

Damn!

God damn.

Damn it. We got to keep going.
Jesus.

Woman down.

She just came out of nowhere!
Shit!

Hey!
Freeze!

Let me see your hands now!
Get your hands up!

Get your hands out of the car!
Put your hands up!

Let's go!
Hands up now!

A43, show us code 6,
corner of Yucca and Argyle.

Does she have a pulse?

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

God damn it!

One, two...

You got him?
Yeah, I got him, I got him, I got him.

All right,
we got two pinned.

You okay, ma'am?
Somebody's coming, ma'am.

No, I can't move my legs!

Okay.
It's okay.

19, 20...

21, 22, 23, 24.

Come on, come on.
It's over.

It's over, man.
It's over.

She's dead.

Eggs.

Can I get you something?

I forgot them
at the store.

How could you
forget that?

Weren't they
on your list?

Yeah.

Yeah, but...

Henry.

Jessica.
God, baby.

How do you feel?

Jess.

When are you having surgery?
What's -- uh...

Oh, I told them I was gonna wait
for you to get here.

So...

Dewey told me already, John.
All part of God's plan.

Don't make me tell you
to off, too.

Look, what happened was tragic,
all right?

But we did
what we were supposed to.

We lost air support.

We were primary.

It was my responsibility.

I could have
called it off.

She stepped
right in front of you.

There were sirens,
lights flashing.

You know
the funniest part?

I wasn't gonna be a cop.

I was just gonna surf.

I don't know.
Bartend.

But then getting pregnant,
my marriage blowing up.

I had a kid.

I needed a job.

That was all this was
supposed to be.

How many surfers
run toward gunfire?

Hmm? How many?

Teachers, bartenders --

they just jump in their car
and go after these assholes?

No.

No, and until they do,
you cut yourself a break.

I-I got to go
pick up Tristan.

If not you, who?

Who, Chickie?

Who deserves
to be wearing that uniform?

Um, Detective?

She was right there with him
when he died.

I knew
you'd want to know.

Thanks.

And, Detective...

I couldn't help hearing
what you said to him.

It was...

It was beautiful.

I'm just sorry that you had to
go through that.

I just made that up,
actually.

Just wanted to give him
strength, you know?

Really?

It felt so honest
and heartfelt and...

Cops --
good storytellers.

We agreed that you
would not come here.

I got no place to go.

Well, you can't stay here.
Jesus!

Wh--

What is it?

I up.

Everything I touch...

Everything
just turns to shit.

Everything.

W--

what -- what did you do?

It's what I didn't --

it's what I couldn't --

it's what I couldn't do.

Hey, hey.

I couldn't.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Sammy. Sammy.

Come on.

Sammy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How you doing?

You came to check on me.

Come on.
I need a drink.

You all right?

Have you, um...

Heard the news at all
lately?

Do you that they kicked
that guy in the Moretta case?

Yeah, man.

I guess when it rains,
it pours.

You heard a patrol cop killed
a pedestrian in the 77th?

High-speed chase.
She just walked into traffic.

Yeah, I heard that.

And now I'm about
to lose my job

for leaking photos
of a dead celebrity.

All these years
of being a good cop,

and that's
my Google hit.

Lydia.

No, it's gonna happen, Russ.
I can feel it.

Just all the rage I feel,
you know?

Just I'm up all night.

Who could do this?

Not just to me,
but to us.

I did.

Come on, Russ.
It's not funny.

I, uh, gave them
a couple photos,

and they paid me
half a million bucks.

What, was I gonna be a secretary
the rest of my life?

Scrape by on disability,
if they even gave it to me?

It, Lyd.
I saw my chance, so I took it.

If I had known that the photos
were from your phone,

I wouldn't have done it.

I just told Fernandez
an hour ago,

got my ass reamed
by the chief.

Took them all of a minute
to fire me.

At least it hurts a lot less
with cash in the bank.

You did it
for the money?

No. No. No!
I wouldn't --

it looked like
that asshole actor

chopped his girlfriend's
head off.

I mean,
especially celebrities --

they have those lawyers
and those fancy handlers, and...

You know,
the public has to know

when vicious shit like that
goes down.

He was innocent.

He shot himself.

I know.
I couldn't have predicted that.

But the bottom line is...

I'm sorry.

I know you went through a lot
for that and it messed you up.

And I wish --

I should've
told you sooner.

That was wrong.

I don't even know you.

Lydia.

I don't even know you,
dude.

Lydia, please.

Come on.
Lydia!