Southland (2009–2013): Season 4, Episode 5 - Legacy - full transcript

John has an eventful shift on the day he receives his pin for 20 years of service, Sammy and Ben try to out-prank each other, and Lydia and Reuben suspect that a father may have killed his 30 year old son.

Let me go!

After 20 years on the job,
Officer John Cooper has been wondering...

...how his fellow officers will remember him.

But right now, the only thing
he can think about is hanging on.

- The one Gonzo pulled on Anderson?
- Ha, ha.

That was legendary, man.

I've heard, I've heard.

Man, that guy was deadwood
on the missing-persons desk...

...but, man, could he pull off a prank.

What's up?

- Where is it?
- Where's what?



- Your wife asked the same question.
- Ha, ha.

My towel. Where's my towel?

Ah. I don't know. I haven't seen it.

- Fischer, have you?
- No.

- Jones?
- Not me.

Really? We got roll call in 10 minutes.

Actually, I think I saw it by your locker.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You're assholes, huh?

- You better start peeling. Ha-ha-ha.
- Yeah?

You're way out of your league.

- Really?
- You better watch your six.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Numbers are in. Guess what.



Since the early release of nonviolent offenders
to comply with the court order...

...violent crime has gone up.

- Shocking.
- Yeah.

So over the last three months,
we've averaged 13.8 violent crimes...

...57.5 property crimes per week.

Should've shot them all out of the gate.

Same's been said about you.

- Whoa.
- Hey. Hey.

Hey, brass ain't happy either, okay?
Hustle out there, get the numbers down.

Got aggravated assaults
on Hollywood and Cherokee...

...as well as the 1100th block of Vine.

Let's up the visibility in those areas.

Now, before everyone rolls out,
I just wanna take a moment.

I wanna recognize Officer John Cooper.

Twenty years of service
with the Los Angeles Police Department.

Hey. Hey.

This lazy SOB punched out 10 years ago
and forgot to tell the city.

- Actually, it'll be 22 in April, sarge, but, uh....
- Ha, ha.

Well, that figures--

When's the department gonna start
passing these things out on time?

Not my gig. You can take that up
with the service-pin person.

I'm gonna run a tab over at O'Malley's
in honor of Cooper, all right?

Hey, the first round's gonna be on Dewey.

- Yeah.
- Right. All the coffee you can drink.

All right. Roll out. Be safe. Let's go.

- How's it feel to be number seven?
- What do you mean seven?

I looked you up.
You're the seventh oldest guy on patrol.

- Ha, ha. I prefer "most experienced."
- Ha, ha. Twenty-two years.

That's a long time to be lugging
that 15-pound Sam Browne.

Time flies when you're having fun.

Fun? More like futile.

- Don't like it, take the sergeant's test.
- I am.

Move up in the ranks. Get off the streets.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I wanted to before, I just, uh--
I got sidetracked.

- You're not gonna miss all this?
- Hell, no.

Every day is a new day. You know what?
I'm not leaving till I get six stripes.

- Six?
- Plus one day.

- Thirty years. Good luck with that, Gramps.
- Heh.

- Morning, partner.
- Morning.

- Got you your usual.
- Mm.

No, I'm not really hungry.

Oh, yeah, that first trimester. It's rough.

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?

You might as well drink ripple.
Caffeine's not good for the baby.

Do you always make it a point
to stick your nose into people's business?

Ah. So you are.

What next? You're gonna make
some offensive statement...

...about women and PMS?

- I ain't crazy.
- Tsch. Yeah, you are crazy.

Robinson. Oh, yeah. Hold on.
Let me write that down.

Okay, got it.

All right. We're on it.

Home invasion went sideways
on the west side.

Hmm. Let me go to the bathroom
before we go.

Ahh, morning sickness. Mm, mm, mm.

Gets better after week 16.

You know what? Take your time.
He will still be dead when we get there.

It is too early in the morning for all of that.

Get in your room.

- Sorry I'm not who you want me to be!
- No, you're not!

- Don't say that to him!
- A mistake, that's what you are.

Police!

We got a call
that there was a disturbance here.

- We didn't call the police.
- No, your neighbors did.

Yeah, they won't let me go to school.

- Quiet.
- That true?

- We're looking into schools.
- I'm not transferring!

Yes, you are.

Go, get in the back!

- You don't care about any of this!
- Everybody just relax. Just relax.

- Is something wrong with the school?
- No. He's the one with the problem.

He's texting nude photos of himself
to other guys.

He said he liked me.

I didn't know he was gonna send it
through the school.

You think this is how I wanted to come out?

How could you be so goddamn stupid?

- Stop it.
- Weren't you thinking?

- Stop it! Stop!
- I was thinking!

- You're not going back there.
- I can deal with this, Mom, okay?

- No more hiding.
- We don't wanna see you get hurt.

What are we supposed to say
to our friends at church?

Screw them! I'm your son!

Okay. All right.

You. Hey.

Come out here.

Can I come inside, please?

- I mean, do you have to?
- Well, I don't have to, but....

All right, what's your name?

- Mike.
- Mike.

You gotta calm down, Mike.

All right, no--
They're trying to process this, okay?

Yeah, I knew they'd freak.

Are you sure you wanna go back?

- You on their side?
- I'm not on their side, all right?

What you do in your bedroom
is your business.

But you can be who you are
without making yourself a walking target.

High school can be tough.

How the hell do you know?

- Michael. Get back here.
- I'm going to school.

Get--
-No. Please, don't go, Michael.

- Look, just let him go.
- No, can't you stop him?

Can't arrest him for going to school.

There he is. Call in for air support.

A-36, show us in pursuit
of a late-model BMW...

...orange and black, on Central.

This is it? Up here? Shit.

Oh, shit.

Didn't see that coming.

Sheriff's SWAT truck was stolen last night.

Found in the parking garage in the 909
this morning.

- Anything missing?
- Nothing serious.

Just a couple of machine guns.

Ha, ha.
Someone's gonna have their junk in a ringer.

No shit.

Man.

Something going on over here.

Oh! Officers. Thank God you're here.

They took him.

Okay, okay, miss, you're gonna have
to calm down. What's going on?

- My son was kidnapped.
- Okay. Okay.

- What's your name, ma'am?
- Mary.

Okay, Mary, what happened?

It was last night after dinner.

JC was praying in the garden,
and then they just stormed in.

- Who did? Who did?
- Judas and guards.

Judas?

Yes, he betrayed him.

Okay, and JC stands for...?

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ is your son?

Yes.

You must be very proud.

I am. I am.

- Have you looked everywhere, ma'am?
- Please, please, help me.

We're gonna help you, ma'am,
but you gotta calm down.

Have you checked the dispensary?
I would check there first...

- ...and I would go home and I would wait.
- Thank you.

- Bless you.
- Bless you, ma'am.

- Looks like he got blown away.
- Ha, ha.

Start asking questions.

Hey, fellas.

Anyone know the victims
or see what direction the suspects went in?

- I don't wanna see this again.
- See who was driving the car?

- Got a color? No?
- No?

Description of the suspects?
White, black, Hispanic, anything?

Why don't you just get out of here?

- Who said that?
- I did.

Yeah? What's your name, sir?

- Wendell Banks. You got a problem?
- Yeah, I got a problem.

Nobody seems to care about the victims...

...or about stopping it from happening again.

- Nobody seen shit, man.
- Yeah?

Well, I hope you know how to duck,
because these fools are coming back.

Thanks for your help, crackhead.

Morning, Carlos. What do we have?

Thirty-one-year-old, Justin Rogers.

Shot one time in the head.

Hmm. Who discovered the body?

Dad, after he got back home from the gym.

- Any signs of forced entry?
- Broken glass, front door.

- Any witnesses?
- None for now.

- Got guys knocking on doors.
- What about an alarm?

Wasn't on.

Looks like Justin was sitting in this chair
when he was shot from behind.

Check out the blood-spatter pattern
on the desk.

Hmm. This spot here, there's no blood.

- Hmm. Desk computer?
- Yeah.

The wires to the modem are gone too.

- Where's the father?
- The living room.

What time did you come home from the gym?

Uh....

Around 7:30 a.m.

I ate breakfast and read the paper.

When I went to take a shower,
I saw the broken glass by the front door.

You didn't see the broken glass
when you came in?

No, I use the back door by the garage.

When I saw the glass...

...I went to check on Justin.

Before you went to the gym,
did you see or talk to Justin?

He usually sleeps late
and doesn't come down...

...until after I'm gone.

Anybody else have keys to the house?

No. Uh....

The cleaning lady,
she doesn't come in till the afternoon.

Justin was always there to let her in.

Did Justin have a job?

No, I took care of him. Uh....

You saw all that stuff in his room.

Did you notice anything was taken?

Looks like Justin's computer is missing.

No.

He, uh--

He destroyed it about a month ago.

Why would he do that?

He wanted an upgrade.

I told him no,
so he threw it in the neighbor's pool.

He was kind of stuck in life.

It's nobody's fault but mine.

I'm sure you did your best.

I think that's a division record.

I can't just whip it out any time
like you can. Besides--

Besides, it takes a long time to take off
all my gear. I like going at the stations.

The bathrooms are clean
and always have toilet-seat covers.

And to think that someone said
men were bad listeners.

Officer Tang.

Bobby.

You get my letters?

Yeah. You need something?

I wanted to say thanks.

- For what?
- What? Not killing me.

I deserved to die,
and I'm alive because of you.

- Yeah, well, I need to get back out there.
- I have a gift for you.

A lot of dudes in prison doing pushups
with my name tattooed on their backs.

What you and Bobby share?

- Ha, ha.
- Oh, now, that is something special.

- Ha, ha.
- Ugh.

- So where'd you two lovebirds meet?
- No, it was an ADW call.

We roll up, Bobby had shoved
his girlfriend's head through a fish tank.

He comes at me with a shovel.
I draw down and fire.

I was aiming for center mass, but I missed
because I was ducking from the shovel.

Thinks I did him a favor
by shooting him in the leg.

Could have saved the taxpayers dough,
you get that shot off.

Bobby went to jail, started writing me.

- Found God, got off drugs.
- Yeah, yeah.

Guys like that never really change.

Come on, now.
Now you're just being cynical.

Bobby's gonna write children's books,
get nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.

Ha, ha. My God.

Guy gave an
Academy Award-winning performance.

Him? What about you?

"I'm sure you did your best."

The sympathy card usually works for me.

See, the glass in the house
was broken from inside out.

Computer got trashed a month ago?
What about the blood spatter?

Something was on that desk
when his son got shot.

Yeah. When we get back to the station...

...call the cable company
and check the activity on the modem...

...see if Dad's story checks out.

How about our victim, huh?

Thirty years old, still living at home,
freeloading off his dad.

You gotta cut the cord at some point
and let them off into the real world.

Mm-hm.

"Mm-hm" what?

You live at home, right?

I got a job, and I paid off the mortgage.

It's a totally different thing.

Look, I'm hormonal and I got a gun.
Don't mess with me.

- Hey, I'm just-- Yeah, I'm just joking.
- Yeah.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm here to file a complaint on you.

- For what?
- You called me a crackhead.

- What?
- I don't do drugs no more.

And I don't like being disrespected
by guys like you.

Hey, let me ask you something.

How long have you lived
in this neighborhood?

- Born and raised here.
- Yeah?

How many shootings or dead bodies
have you seen?

- A few.
- A few.

How many times have you come to the station
to tell us about what you saw?

- You called me a crackhead.
- Look, man, I'm sorry about that.

Your fingernails were dirty,
you smelled like a sewer.

You look like a crackhead.
You look good now.

I been clean two years. I got my chip.

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry if I offended you.

But nothing around here is gonna change
until people start taking a stand.

That's how democracies work, okay?
It's not just on us.

Are you crazy? Snitches wind up in ditches.

How many of your family or friends...

...have been hurt by the crap
that goes on out here?

Every time you stay quiet,
you're disrespecting their memory.

When are you gonna stand up
and do your part?

Hey.

Word on the street, it's Smiley.

- You been able to track down Smiley?
- He seems to have disappeared.

Maybe Dopey, Sneezy, and Grumpy
told him we were coming.

What? It's funny-ish.

Hey, Yazmin. Thank you.

What's up with her?

- How am I supposed to know?
- You tapped that ass, didn't you?

Jones, come on. Just because l--

The world is your oyster, isn't it, Sherman?

For the record,
badge bunnies are predators.

I don't go after them, they come after me.

Have fun sowing your oats now,
but when it comes to picking a wife...

- ...you need to choose wisely.
- Heh.

Before you know it,
they'll have half your pension.

Never trust anything that bleeds
for a week and doesn't die.

Really?

- Ben, can we talk?
- Yeah, sure.

I'm pregnant.

It's yours.

You gotta go talk to her, man.

- Go.
- Yeah, yeah.

I don't know what to say.

What are we gonna do?

Are you sure it's mine?

Yes.

Because it was only the-- The one time.

I'm just saying. Uh-- Tsk.

- I got you, dumb-ass.
- You....

I got--
That's some terrifying shit.

Oh, yeah, I got him. Oh, my....

- Are you kidding me? Oh, my....
- Ha-ha-ha.

- That's some scary shit.
- Thank you, Yazmin.

Okay. Thank you.

So the coroner's report estimates
that the victim's time of death was 9 a.m.

Hmm. See, and Dad said he got home
from the gym at 7:30 a.m.

Mm-hm.

Things ain't looking too good for Big Daddy.

Log from the cable company shows
that Justin's modem went down...

...at 9:08 a.m.

So he lied about destroying
the computer last month...

...and the blood spatter shows that it
was probably on the desk this morning.

- You thinking Daddy took it?
- Yup.

- Where we going?
- To get a search warrant.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, it's Eddy, great.

I guess rehab didn't work out.

Sir!

Sir, come out of the fountain, please.

What up, fuzz?! Ha, ha.

Come on out, man. Come on out.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- Come on, come on.

Hell, no. I ain't going nowhere.

We gotta talk to you. Come here.

You motherfuckers ain't catching me.
You motherfucking can't catch me. Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, really? You're gonna make me run af--?

Hey. Ha-ha-ha. Yeah! Yeah, boy!

- He's all yours.
- Aw, thank you.

- Come on.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Come on, come on, come on.

- Come back. Come back.
- I ain't going back.

- Aah! Oh, damn.
- Come on. Really? Come on, man.

Don't get on the car. Get off the car.

Man, get off?
Man, you're not gonna catch me.

- You're not gonna catch me.
- Get off the car.

- Aah! Aah! Aah!
- All right. Okay.

- Yeah. It's okay, buddy.
- Should we Tase him?

Come on, come on. Come down.

Come on. Hey, man. Come on down.

Let go of me. Let go of me.
Y'all know who I am?

The next person to get a ride
in the back of my patrol car?

- Man, I'm Hollywood royalty.
- What?

Back in the day, my granddaddy
was one of the munchkins...

...in The Wizard of Oz.

Last time I checked,
none of the munchkins were black.

- Come on, man.
- Let go of me.

Any available unit, we have shots fired...

...in 3200 block of West Adams Boulevard.

Stand by for additional info.
Unit to handle identify.

- Right around the corner.
- Yeah.

- A-36, show us responding.
- Where y'all taking me?

- Off to see the wizard.
- Damn.

- Detectives?
- We have a warrant.

We need to come in and take a look.

What happened?

Your crackhead got shot.

He's not a crackhead.

So I say to the guy, "You frigging--
You scaled a wall, ran across the field...

...you slid headfirst into second base...

...in Dodger Stadium in the middle
of a game, on the big screen.

So, yeah. Yeah, you schmuck.

I think it's gonna interfere
with your disability benefits."

We don't catch the smart ones.

Man, just when you think
you've seen everything...

...you haven't, even after 22 years.

- When you planning on punching out?
- He's not leaving till he get six stripes.

What's crazy is this bastard will probably do it.

We're all gonna die, right?

When you guys are working security
at Knott's Berry Farm...

...I'm gonna still be out here, having fun.

Hey, best FTO I ever had was a guy
by the name of Jack MacFarland.

Mm, I knew Mac. He was a hell of a copper.

He gave 32 years of service to this city.

He had three major surgeries
from on-duty injuries...

...burned through a few wives, took 28
days for an excessive-force complaint.

Gangsters were looking to cash in
on that L.A.P.D. lottery, then.

I'll never forget the day he retired.
I watched him walk out in his civvies.

Patrol cops were coming in,
getting ready for their watch.

They didn't say shit, man.
They just passed him by. That was that.

A couple months later, he ate his gun.

That's a real uplifting story, Dewey.

I'm just saying, man, the only legacy
a cop can hope for is being mentioned...

...by guys standing around a barbecue,
talking about their last caper.

Hopefully you're included
in the conversation.

Any available unit,
handle a possible jumper at 7320 Flower Street.

Jumper is on the top of the building.
Unit to handle identify.

A-57, show us responding, 7320 Flower.

- Never fucking fails.
- A-57, roger.

Oh.

Check it out.

Hmm.

Look at that.

Mr. Rogers, you're under arrest.
I need you to stand up.

Hey, buddy, I'm Officer Cooper.

Don't come any closer.

Mike?

Mike, it's John. We met this morning.

I gotta tell you, buddy...

...you got more guts than me.

I'm afraid of heights.

Please, just let me do this.

What's going on?

My dad was right. I shouldn't have gone.

The kids at school do this?

They dragged me in the bathroom.
Put all this crap on me...

- ...and kicked my ass.
- You didn't do anything wrong, Michael.

You're not the problem, they are.

How could I have been so stupid?

I know this is really hard, Mike.

I know it, but you gotta hang in there.

No one will care if I'm gone.
My parents will probably be relieved.

No, you're wrong, Michael. Everybody cares.

People care. That's why we're here.

Everything is fucked.

If it was fucked, Mike, I'd tell you to do it.

All right? But it's not.

- It will get better.
- You don't know!

I do know! It's gonna get better!

I know, Mike.

You're gay?

Yeah.

You're just saying that so I won't jump.

No, I'm not, Mike. This isn't the answer.

You're better than they are.

You're stronger. And you can't let them win.

You gotta fight, Mike.

You gotta fight every day.

You don't wanna do this.

Come on, man.

- Thank you.
- Mike!

Jesus.

Oh, we got you!

Please stop!

Come on, Mike.

Okay, Mike.

You're gonna be okay. All right?

You're gonna be okay.

Tech guys said this was a pain in the ass
to get into. Had all kinds of passwords.

Whoa. S-and-M porn and bondage
and torture websites.

A lot of guys are into this crap.

Yeah? Is that your thing?

I'm more of a girl-on-girl kind of guy,
if you must know.

- Okay.
- Heh.

There's no reason to kill anybody over it.

Yeah, well, maybe Dad felt differently.

Doc says he's circling the drain.

Fuck.

Again.

Detectives found Smiley.
They have him in custody.

- They think he shot Wendell too?
- Maybe. But they want--

They want us to get Wendell
to make an ID.

I need you to do it.

- Me? He knows you.
- But he hates me.

He filed a complaint against me, remember?

Now I got him shot.

He's tubed. He can't talk, right?

Just tell him to squeeze your hand
if Smiley shot him.

Can you please do that for me?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Thanks.

He was 6 when my wife died.

He'd scream and rage, hit, bite.

I couldn't control him.

The nannies, heh, ahem...

...they all quit after just a few weeks.

So why didn't you do anything then?

I was hoping it was just a phase,
that he'd grow out of it.

Yeah, but he didn't.

I should've done something
when I saw the dead animals.

- He killed pets?
- The neighbor's cat.

When I saw the pictures
on his computer, I panicked.

I knew I couldn't ignore it anymore.

What was on the computer?

Pictures...

...of women...

...who'd been killed.

Naked.

Horrible.

I started looking around his room
to see what else there was.

What'd you find?

He had a duffel bag.

There was an ax, and a saw...

...a gun, duct tape, garbage bags...

...chains, handcuffs.

That must have been upsetting.

I brought him into this world.

So he was your responsibility?

I couldn't let him hurt someone.

He was my burden.

And what did you do?

I ended it.

I shot him.

What's gonna happen to me?

You're gonna be admitted
for a 72-hour psych hold.

That stuff you said to me on the roof...

...it's true, right?

- Yeah.
- It's tough being a gay cop?

I got a lot of problems, kid.

Being gay isn't one of them.

Thank you.

Michael.

- Oh, thank God.
- Where's Dad?

You take care, kid.

- How's he doing?
- Well, he's got a long road ahead.

You're never gonna make it to 30 years
if you keep hanging off 10-story buildings.

Well, just giving the city
their money's worth.

Squeeze my hand.

Come on, Wendell, squeeze my hand.

We got Smiley in custody.
All you gotta do is squeeze my hand.

Come on, Wendell. Come on.

He can't. He's paralyzed.

He ain't squeezing nobody's hand
any time soon.

Paralyzed? I thought....

- Mr. Banks was shot in the face.
- Banks?

Officer, you in the wrong room.
Mr. Banks is down the hall.

Yeah. Thank you.

Squeeze my hand. Squeeze my hand.
Squeeze my hand.

That was touching. That was touching.

If it makes you feel better,
old Wendell just had a flesh wound.

You guys.

I'll call you back. Los Angeles Pig Department.

- Why am I being pulled over?
- You were driving 55 in a 35, sir.

- What about the other cars?
- License and registration, please.

I mean, don't you have any more
important crimes to investigate?

What about those gangbangers bringing all
their third-world corruption into this country?

My job is to enforce the law,
which you were breaking.

- The city just wants money off the tickets.
- You know what? Listen, numbnuts.

I've been working these streets
for a long time, all right?

And I've never pulled over anyone
where they said, "Thank you, sir, for citing me.

I was speeding...

...and this isn't the first time I've done it.
I'm really, really sorry.

I've learned my lesson,
and I am just relieved...

...I didn't run over one of those pedestrians
I failed to yield for."

- You're just trying to make some quota.
- A quota?

- Mm-hm.
- All right. I want you to listen to me.

- Are you listening?
- Mm-hm.

In my line of work, people are always
trying to give me advice about my job.

You ever tell your dentist
which tooth to pull?

You ever tell your mechanic
how to fix your brakes?

- Do you? No, you don't.
- No.

So quit trying to tell me how to do my job.

License and registration, please.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- It's that simple.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I'll let him know.

Sherman, you should have seen
the look on your face.

Priceless.

People will be talking about that
"squeeze my hand" prank for years.

I hope you ladies learned
an important lesson.

- What's that?
- Pranking is an art form.

You need to leave it to the pros.

- Okay, Shermy?
- Yeah.

- Okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh!

What the--?

- What the--?
- Whoo!

- Precision.
- God.

- Hey, Sammy, smile for the camera, baby.
- Timing.

You have something to say?

Since when did killing your kid
become an option?

It's not the first time.
Dad thought he was doing the right thing.

But to shoot your kid
in the back of the head...

...for something you were afraid
he might do?

There were options
he could have looked into.

Like what?

Psychotherapy. Uh, what, medication?
Even institutionalizing him.

No, his dad probably knew
deep down inside...

...that none of those things would help.
Thought it might hurt his child more.

Whoa. You're saying
you would've done the same thing?

No. Hell, no.

But, you know, as twisted as it is,
as a dad, I can kind of understand it.

Your children are a reflection
of who you are.

Your successes, your failures.

People deal with that burden differently.
You'll see.

See what?

Well, you said that you were hormonal,
so I just thought....

All women get hormonal.

Well, congratulations, just in case.

- It looks good on you.
- Good night.

Remember when we rolled up on that
guy who shoved the plunger up his ass?

- I love that guy.
- Hey.

- I swear to God, officers, I fell on it. Right?
- Ha-ha-ha.

- I hope he got splinters.
- When was that? It was like '98?

No, it was-- It was '99.
It was after Staples Center opened.

- Jesus. Where's all the time gone?
- Oh, man, I don't know.

Hey, we're still standing, right?
By the grace of God.

- God, he's starting with his AA stuff again.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, hey. To Cooper!

Coop!

Let's have another round!
Another round, ladies. Come on, guys.

That's it. I'm done.

- Oh, come on.
- What?

I had a long day. I'm gonna rack out.

- Hey, you're not serious?
- Absolutely.

Officer Cooper, it has been a pleasure, sir.

- I love you, man.
- I know you do, asshole.

And I mean that.

See you, Coop.

I have been through some shit
with that guy.

- Yup.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Thanks for coming, bro.

Hey, John, let me walk you out
before he starts 12-stepping us.

- Thanks.
- For what?

For this.

It was nice.

It's important to celebrate people
while they're still here, you know?

Heh. Yeah.

Hey, I got some news. Um....

I didn't really wanna tell you before.
I didn't wanna ruin your party.

Okay.

That jumper kid? He got someone from
the hospital to remove his restraints...

...and he jumped off the 14th floor.

Yeah.

I know. It was on the radio on the drive over.

- You didn't say anything.
- What's to be said?

He was determined to jump.

It's just a waste for his friends
and family, you know.

Yeah.

Yeah. I mean, am I upset
that another gay kid decided to check out...

...because of some ignorant punks?

Yeah.

Absolutely.

But I got him off the building, didn't I?

And that's what I was supposed to do.

I can't worry about what happens
to them after I leave them.

It's hard not to.

Yeah, well, if I had,
I never would have made it 22 years.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey, John.

I really hope you make it to 30.

Plus one day.

Plus one day.

Coop! Coop! Coop!

Whoever's got the best Cooper caper,
I'm buying rounds for everybody, okay?

- But you gotta beat this one.
- Yeah.

All right, one night, Coop and I,
it's like 2:30 in the morning...

...we're rolling down Alameda.
We cruise up on this bus stop...

...and we come across the biggest,
meanest, nastiest crack whore.

I swear to God. Nasty Irene.
You remember her?

- Yeah.
- This bitch cannot stand Coop's ass.

We pull up, and she starts going at him:

Right from the top.

All of a sudden she stops,
stares him in the eye, and says:

"You got any breath spray?"

You know what he does?
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out....

Time is ticking as we're running

All we thought we knew is burning

Time is ticking as we're running

Time is ticking
We've almost run out