Southland (2009–2013): Season 4, Episode 6 - Integrity Check - full transcript

A documentary film crew accompanies Cooper and Tang on their shift, Ben suspects that Sammy may have planted evidence to help settle a score, and Lydia risks her pregnancy and takes a shift in the field.

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♪ Southland 4x06 ♪
Integrity Check
Original Air Date on February 21, 2012

== sync, corrected by elderman ==



Oh, no, no!

Okay, ma'am, you need to
step out of the car.

Dewey,
just call her out.

Right now.
Dewey, just call her out!

- She's reaching!
- Dewey, she's reaching!

Knife!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Ma'am, drop the knife!
- Get away from me!



Get away from me!
Ma'am, ma'am!

Get away from me!
Drop the knife!

- It's okay. Drop the knife.
- He lied!

Drop it now!

The average street cop
in Los Angeles

makes $75,000 a year.

It's not enough.

It's just a simple question.

- Who's more your type?
- Cut it out. Cut it out.

Oh, it won't
hurt my feelings.

Hey, you're neck and neck,
all right? Stop.

Mmm. I like the way
you lie, Officer.

Hey.
Mm.

My shift's
in a couple hours.



I got to --
I got to eat breakfast.

I got to work out.

Did someone
say breakfast?

And a workout so he can keep up
with the bad guys, you know?

Oh. Oh.

Mmm. Do you think
we should help him?

Ow.

- Kathy, I'm home!
- God.

Holy shit,
he said Chicago till tomorrow.

Hey, Dan.

Rainey slept over, and she's
just out of the shower.

Don't come up
for a sec, okay?

Oh!
Shit!

That's my husband.
You got to go.

Go. Go, go, go,
go, go!

You're married?

Please just go
out the window.

Shit.
We're on the second floor!

You're a cop!
Can't you handle it?

"It's the right thing
to do."

That's what Ricky said...

Before we begged him
not to testify.

All his life, his mom and me,

we work hard
to keep him out of the gangs.

He was about to graduate...

But that's when he saw the
murder and decided to step up.

And what did he get for it?

He was shot dead...

as payback...

By that piece of

By him...

Who won't even
look me in the eye!

"It's the right thing to do."

"It's the right thing to do."

For who?

Morning.

Division's short
on supervisors -- flu.

I need you to serve as field
supervisor until further notice.

That's a joke, right?

Nope. But if you can
find the humor in it,

I'm sure
it'll make it easier.

I haven't
pulled on a uniform

since we could still
carry maglites.

Yeah, well, silver lining --
lighter gear.

And if you happen to find
yourself out of practice,

you know,
just ask a cop.

Um, what about, uh,
Litvack or Cho?

You're the only D-2 left that's
cross-trained as a sergeant.

Glad I went that extra mile.

Me too,
or I might have to do it.

- Quiet down.
- Hey, quiet.

Woo and Roselli,
you'll be riding together today.

And last up -- and I know you're
gonna be crushed by this --

"the L.A.P.D.:
20 years after the riots"

is apparently ready to wrap.

So our guests here from the
National Television Service...

...are only gonna be with us
for one more watch, okay?

Tang, Cooper, they're gonna be
riding with you today.

What?

Hey. Hey,
what's the matter with me, man?

Somebody get my agent
on the phone.

Don't quit your day job,
Dewey.

No, I'm serious.
I want to get my S.A.G. card.

Hey, all joking aside --
do not get sucked in.

I know they tried to corner
some of you in the halls.

And you may think
you can let your guard down

'cause they got the chief's
"approval," but trust me,

the department will throw you
under the bus if they have to.

Then they're gonna
stick it in reverse

and make sure
you're good and flat.

So my advice --
stick to the usual rule

against expressing your views
on-camera.

All right?

All right, roll out,
be safe.

- Seriously, Sarge?
- Seriously.

You're the only two senior
officers I got left I can trust.

Sorry.

Sarge,
Dewey wants to do it.

Yeah, and if I let him,

they're gonna bring back
the consent decree.

And what if we refuse?

Really?

With respect,
I didn't come to work today

to have to answer
a bunch of questions.

Come on, Sarge, 24/7,
we got citizens filming us,

us filming them,
and now we got these...

...we got these
"Newshour" jerk-offs

watching all of us
watch each other.

Expecting us to narrate?

So, I got to be an asshole now
and order you to do it?

Let's get it over with,
all right?

Ah, man.

Okay, a generic 415 like this,
you just never know.

It could be an old lady
making a fuss

or, you know, somebody trashing
a place with a baseball bat.

All right, hey, stay.
Hey. Behind us, all right.

You stay behind us.

Nobody gets hurt today.
That's the big rule.

No, you do what you're paid to
do. I don't care --

oh, God.

This place -- this place
is violating our civil rights.

It isn't your right for us
to print what we find offensive.

- It is my right.
- All right. All right.

What's going on?
What's happening?

- Okay, slow down.
- Slow down. What is going on?

Okay, I prepaid
for this cake.

I prepaid for a birthday cake
for my son.

Now this guy's refusing
to finish it.

Look, his kid's name is Adolf,
and they want swastikas.

His name is Adolf.

All right,
did you give him --

did you give him -- did you
give him a refund for the cake?

Yes.
I-I offered him a refund

and a -- and a $5 coupon
on any dozen muffins.

- Sounds like a pretty tasty deal to me.
- The party's in an hour.

Okay?
Okay. Okay.

How about just "Happy Birthday"
and skip the swastikas?

Huh?
Okay. That I'll do.

- Okay, I suppose we can do that.
- No. No, no.

No, May. Don't you see
what they're doing?

This is discrimination.

Why -- why are we being
discriminated against

for what we call our kid?

Defer to us.
We're here to help you, sir.

I'm stopping.
Stop it! You talk to me!

Okay, I'm talking to you.
Okay, good.

Why are we being
discriminated against

for what we call our kid?
Okay, now I'm gonna talk to you.

Now you close your mouth.
You had your chance, okay?

It is not against the law

for him not to sell you this cake.
It is against the law.

How is it not
against the law?

Because he owns the store,
and you don't.

That's right, asshole.
But if I don't want to serve some black guy...

Hey, hey, hey.

So you either you compromise
or you get your cake elsewhere.

That's the deal, all right?
What's it gonna be?

Derek, I got no time to bake.

You're lucky, buddy.
You're real lucky.

Fine, fine,
no swastikas.

But you put on there
"Happy Birthday, Adolf."

No.
You understand me?

No. My dad's Jewish.
Okay?

That's not a name
I'm putting in frosting.

I don't care if you're some
half-breed nigger mother

No! No! You put --

What --
oh, what are you gonna do?

You know what --
what are you gonna do?

Oh, yeah. Come at me.
You see this?

You see how they act?
You see how they act?

You say one little thing,
they want to get violent.

Sir, sir, look at me.
Look at me. Okay, look at me.

I'm very calm.
Okay, you know what?

It's this guy --
he's

He wants to start a fight
with me.

I just want him
to make a cake.

Okay, you know what?
How about -- how about --

I don't need to be called a
nigger in my own store, Officer.

Do your job, okay? Do your job.
What about you write it yourself?

I did my job.
What about you write it yourself?

You know what? Has he paid?
Has he paid?

No, his handwriting sucks.

Yes, sir. Has he paid?
Wrap the cake up.

Wrap the cake up.

- Let them do it themselves.
- This is ridiculous.

See?
I'll do it.

Okay. But if I refuse service
in my store --

you know what?
You need to step back.

If I refuse service in my store...
Please step outside. Calm down.

...then, "oh, oh" --
excuse me. Step outside.

Then we're violating their civil rights.
Step outside.

What about my civil rights?
You need to take a break.

You need to take a break.
As long as I --

you know,
as long as you agree

with this
liberal media shit --

my civil rights.
Shh.

It's okay.

How did I feel about it?

Uh, you want to name your kid
after a genocidal maniac,

hey, it's America, right?

Ignorant? Sure.
Offensive? You bet.

Illegal? No.

Look, it's not our job
to enforce good taste.

We're professionals.
We stay neutral.

First thing
a good cop learns...

...do not get
emotionally involved.

Mr. Chavez, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry about what happened
to your son.

Shit. Man I'm sorry I'm late.

No worries.
They are, too.

What happened
to your lip?

Guy went for me in court.

- I'll tell you as we motor.
- Yeah.

Why you guys so late,
huh?

Sorry, boys --
11th-hour Frank.

Yeah? You sure you didn't go to
that skanky joint in Chinatown,

get a "rub and tug"?

I don't have to do my crunches
now, I'm laughing so hard.

Yeah, you know what?
You should do some crunches.

Oh, bite me.

A thousand,
you fat ass.

Man, Merkle stinks.

Guy should be required
to carry extra deodorant, no?

Yeah?
You want to tell him?

You can get a busted cheekbone
to go with that busted lip.

So, was it blondie last night
or her more homely friend?

Both.

Get out. What?!

How thick
were your beer goggles?

I was kidding.

Yeah, well,
I kind of wish I was, too.

Well, still, though, I mean,
it must have been mind-blowing.

Even if they aren't supermodels,
I mean, two chicks --

two chicks is pretty cool.

Yeah. It was until blondie's
husband came home.

What?

Yeah.
I had to jump out the window.

Oh, man.
The leap of shame.

Come on, give me
the play-by-play.

Ah.

Any available unit,
officer needs backup.

Rampart at 6th Street.
Unit handling it, identify.

Let's do it.

- Yeah?
- Hell, yeah.

All right.

A36, show us handling.

36, Roger.

Come on,
we're in a rush.

Code 3?
I thought you said "backup."

Just for the record,
this isn't skid row anymore.

Now it's the CCRZ...

The "Central City
Recovery Zone."

Yeah,
city hall being creative,

'cause no one's really sure
what that means.

Yeah,
I think it means, uh...

"Hey, let's buy
a luxury loft.

You know, now that crime
is down, it's safer down here."

Yeah, and there are lies,
damn lies, and statistics.

Hey! Hey, zip it up,
or I'll zip it for you,

and I'm not careful!

I mean, look around.
You feel safer, don't you?

Hey.

You got a problem?

You're blocking traffic.
Get it out of the street.

I said get it
out of the street now!

Whoa, Sergeant Adams.

When did you
switch teams?

Same team, Mendez,
remember?

No, I'm -- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that,
ma'am. I just, uh --

I'm a little surprised
to see you, that's all.

Yeah, well, the division
was short on supervisors,

so I had to step in.

Well, your enthusiasm
is inspiring.

You gonna tell me
what happened?

Well, yeah, we were hooking
our suspects up over there,

and this knucklehead decides
to swing at me with his cuff,

hits me in the eye.

An inch lower,
I would have been a Cyclops.

You call an R.A. Unit?

Yeah, it's on its way.

What happened
his face?

Um...Upon encountering
resistance,

we used reasonable and necessary
force to subdue him,

including one
approved front kick

and two open palm strikes
to the jaw area.

If I wanted
a tactics seminar,

I'd go back
through the Academy.

I'm just telling you --
that's how it went down.

Those lookie-loos
over there --

could they have seen it
differently?

Uh...

I didn't see any of them
taking video.

That wasn't my question.

Go ahead
and ask them, okay?

'Cause what I'm telling you,
that's how it went down.

And you might want to take
some pictures of my injury, too,

to submit
with your report.

Yeah, and his.
I know how it works, Mendez.

Okay.

You all right?
You look a little winded.

I'm fine.

Yeah.

Are you all right?
You guys need anything else?

Yeah, you good?

At least
nobody got hurt.

I'm sorry, but she's what,
like 5', 99 pounds soaking wet?

They got her riding
with that slug Hinkle?

One scrawny asshole
gets in their face,

and, boom,
they're on the radio.

Just cuff him
and shove him in the car!

Where's their
command presence?

Yeah, some cops
just shouldn't be cops.

Makes me embarrassed
to wear the uniform sometimes.

Hey, you know, we clipped
a mailbox down there

when you were heading
around that corner,

acting all stunt driver.

Eh, it's okay.
Well, you knocked it over, I think.

It's a mailbox.
Well, call it in if you want.

I'm just --

I blame those flashy
recruiting posters --

"You, too,
can be L.A.P.D.!"

Yeah, till the shit
hits the fan, right?

Hey, you want coffee?

- There's that place down the street.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, what happened
to your lip, man?

Oh.
Yeah.

About a year ago, this NBK shot
into a car and killed a baby.

Well, I convinced a witness
to come forward and testify.

Asshole got 25 years.

It's a good story
so far.

Then two of his homeys
killed my witness

with an A.K.
In a drive-by.

Kid was 17, real future.

Today was the sentencing phase
for the shooter.

I saw my witness' dad
at the courthouse

and tried to say something,
but...

He didn't really
want to hear it.

Right.

So, the, uh...

The second homey --
did they ever get enough on him?

No. No.

But I know who the shooter is.
It's all over the street.

And, uh...

Today's his lucky day.

Oh, yeah?

His parole officer
called me on Monday

'cause he didn't check in.

And you've been saving that up
so you can screw up his weekend.

Yeah.

Hopefully
his next six months.

Hey, there, Sergeant.
Hey.

Heard you were slumming it
today.

How you doing, Jim?

How's the little one?

Took her first step
yesterday.

Yeah.
Spastic little bugger.

So, what happened?

Nothing good.

I got some guys
out canvassing now.

Looks about 16, probably
a student over at Carson.

And a good one, too --
physics, trigonometry.

Pockets inside out,

and they had to stab him
and take his shoes.

Mm, and he fought back,
too.

Defensive cuts,
skin under his fingernails.

S.I.D.?

On its way,
and the detectives.

But, hell, they should just pay
you double and be done with it.

I like the way you think, Jim.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

No!

No!
My boy! My boy!

Get back.

No! My boy!

No!

Sarge!

Is she okay?

What about you?
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine.

We'll get an R.A. Unit.
No! No!

I just got the wind
knocked out of me.

That's all.
I'm okay.

Mr. Wheedle, we have asked you
and your very flat followers?

To get up now
numerous times!

Have we not?!

Keep going, Suzi, get this!

Five separate warnings,
all of which you have ignored --

is that correct, sir?

- Time! What's the time?
- 9 minutes, 12 seconds.

Get that film crew filming us.
That'll be extra cool.

Hey, Coop, these idiots
ain't even protesting anything.

No "Down with the war,"
no "Wall Street sucks."

It's a freaking contest.

They're calling it a plank-off
or something retarded like that.

I guess there's groups like this
all over town

that lay down in front of
traffic for as long as possible

so they can can post it
on YouTube.

Yeah, we got that.

Well, what are we
standing here for, then?!

Just a minute, Dewey.
Dewey!

Just want to make sure
no one is confused.

Who's confused?!

They're blocking Hollywood
Boulevard, for God's sakes!

Shut up.

I say we soften 'em up
with our sticks a little bit,

and when they're
good and mushy,

we yank 'em up
by their privates.

- Dewey, shut up.
- That'll get their planks off.

- Dewey!
- U.C. Davis ain't got shit on me, baby!

- Dewey!
- What?!

Shut up.

They're over there, John.

They can't hear
a freaking thing I'm saying!

All right,
final warning, folks!

We count down from five,
and then we get you up,

with or without
your cooperation!

What do we need
for the record?

- 5, 4...
- 2 minutes, 37!

- ...3, 2, 1.
- 3, 2, 1.

- All right, let's go.
- All right.

Sir, we can do this your way,
or we can do it my way.

You either get up,
or I'm gonna step on your neck.

- That's a wise decision.
- I'm gonna sit you up.

Wise decision,
my friend.

Living in the streets --
okay.

But lying in the streets

'cause you got nothing else
better to do?

I mean, come on,
this little misdemeanor goof...

What happens if one of them
got killed, run over?

I mean, we get the guns
and the -- the training,

so restraint is expected.

You know what?

Sometimes it feels like
we're the only ones out here

who aren't allowed
to be idiots.

Hey, you want me to pull over
so you can chat 'em up?

You should do stand-up. Really.

No, man,
it's a good thing.

The more you lower
your standards,

the better your odds
of finding true love.

Yeah? How's that working out
for you?

Well, it's like my dad said
when I hit puberty --

"Samo, if you're
anything like me,

"you won't go to bed
with any ugly girls,

but you will wake up
with a bunch."

Yeah, one of them's
your mom.

Yo...

My mom's
got a brain tumor.

I just found out,

so just -- just leave my mom
off limits, okay?

Okay.

You

Right there --
Lakers hat.

Street name's "F-Stop."
Yeah.

All right.
Think he's gonna bolt?

Let's hope so --
tack on some more time.

All right.

Yo, F-Stop, what are you doing
this weekend, man?

care, Bryant?

Oh, you got me.

I don't care.

But whatever it is,
it's time to cancel.

Come on.
Put that down.

Put that down!
Put it on the ground!

You gentlemen,
get back against the wall.

Step out. Step out. Step out.

Just give me a reason
to write you up.

Put your hands behind your head.
Interlock your fingers.

What are you doing
out of jail, Spider?

- Hey, my mom gave me that hat, fool.
- Yeah? Spread 'em.

Hey.
I ain't done shit, man!

Yep.
That's the best part.

You were just too dumb to check
in with your parole officer.

Well, I was gonna do that next
week. I've been busy with work.

Oh, yeah?
Where you work at?

I been looking
for a job, man.

Your honor,
I rest my case.

I'm surprised you haven't been
able to find a job, F-Stop.

I keep getting harassed.
That's why.

Yeah, right.
Come here.

Why you got to do
like that, man?

Put your palms together.
Put your palms together.

I ain't no Houdini!

Yeah, well,
you never know.

Hey, homey, call my mom, dawg.
Tell her to call my lawyer!

You gonna call his mom,
Spider?

- No.
- His mom's on welfare.

She ain't got no lawyer.

Have a nice day.

Hey you, Sammy,
and your pretty-ass partner.

- Today's your lucky day, F-Stop.
- We're just too smart bitch.

Your lucky day.

Yeah, that's right.
Keep walking, bitch.

Stand up
against the wall.

- Me?!
- I'm sitting here.

Over here. Over here.

I got rights,
ese!

Hands up.
Over here, over here, over here.

You know what, guys?
Just get lost. Get lost.

Get out of here. Get out of here. Go.
All right. All right.

Get out of here! Go!

You want to get cuffed, or you do you
want to get the out of here?

- Do you want to let me go?
- You want to apologize?

No, I'm not gonna apolo--

You want to get cuffed, or do you
want to get the out of here?

I'll give you one chance.

You ruined a year
of my life, mother

You want to get cuffed, or you
want to get the out of here?

Last chance.

I want to get the
out of here!

- Say you're sorry.
- You.

- That's right, homey.
- Get the out of here!

- Sergeant.
- Yeah.

Meet Kyle.

What's wrong with him?

Appar--

apparently, he didn't like
the lunch they packed him today.

You're kidding me.

Nope.
Locked his family out,

been throwing this tantrum
ever since.

So they called the cops?

Neighbors did.

If I was a kid
and I was doing this,

the cops would be here,
all right,

pulling my mama off of me.

Uh...

Good afternoon, folks.
Little behavior problem?

We just don't understand.

He's never taken it
this far before.

This far?

The Rightman Method,
you know?

It's a disciplinary thing.

I mean, it worked great
with these two.

Whenever they'd throw fits,

we'd let them go in the
playroom and just wreck stuff.

Eventually, they learned they
were wrecking their own toys,

and they stopped.

But Kyle's...
He's pushed the limits.

Yeah. Looks like.

And you're just gonna
let him trash your house?

We don't have
an extra key.

Your partner, shit.

He got nothing better to do than
with me all the time, man?

Yeah.

He thinks I killed that witness,
drove the car or some shit.

- It ain't true.
- Mm-hmm.

All right, okay.
Six months for some parole shit?

Jail's so full up, I'll be
out of here in like two weeks.

Hey, F-Stop.

Did you forget something?
Yeah.

To shank your bitch ass
a few weeks back

when I had the chance.

Oh, tough talk.

If this were 20 years ago,
we'd have to beat you senseless.

But luckily...
Luckily, there's no need.

- What?
- That ain't mine.

Found this in the backseat,
where Einstein here stuffed it.

Six months just became a year,
asshole.

Bullshit!
You planted that!

Oh,
shut the up!

I'm gonna go book this.

Want me to bring you back
some earplugs

so you don't have to listen
to this asshole?

I'm okay, man.
I'm good.

- Hey, you ain't like that fool.
- Shut up.

You patted me down.
Did you see a pipe?

Hey, tell it to your P.D.
Put him in the cell.

He's putting a case on me,
right in front of you!

Get in there!

You just gonna let him do it?!
Get in there, man. Get in there.

You gonna do me like this?
You too?

Shut up!

You're lucky I have good
eyesight, you little fool!

Now, drop that
and get over here.

Now!

I told you
to drop the gun!

Sweetie, no!

We don't lock doors.

And we don't break things
that aren't in our playroom.

Remember our rule?

That's it?

Thank you, officers.
We'll take it from here.

Come on.

Sure.

Have a nice day.

Meet you back here
in five years

when we're picking that kid up
for assault -- or worse.

So, you heard the call.

This woman's
taking antidepressant drugs,

and she is in a state.

Domestics are always volatile,
so we proceed with caution.

What the hell's he doing
pulling up so close?

Damn it, Dewey.

Sir, step away
from the car!

She's crazy, man.

Step away from the car,
please.

Step away from the car.
She's crazy, man!

Ma'am, calm down.
He's a liar!

He's a liar!
He's a big, fat liar!

Look what she did, man.
She's crazy!

Calm down right now!

Dewey, just call her out!

Hey, I'm trying, okay?
Just get her out, all right?

She's freaking out!
One second, please.

Oh, no, no!

Okay, ma'am, you need to
come out of the car.

Get away from me! No!
That's it, that's it. Yes! Yes!

I'm not getting out!
I'm not getting out!

- Dewey, she's reaching!
- I'm not getting out! I'm not getting out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Ma'am, drop the knife!
No! Get away from me!

Get away from me!
Ma'am, ma'am!

Get away from me!
Drop the knife!

Drop the knife!
He lied!

Drop it now!

- Oh, shit, she's hurt!
- Get your arm out!

She's hurt, ma'am!
Get your arm out!

Get your hand out!
Get your hand out now!

Get your hand out!
She's hurt!

Oh, shit!

Hold it, man! She tripped on it!
She's hurt, man!

A57, I need an R.A. Unit
at my location now.

Do you believe this crap?
Huh?

I see this all the time, man --
all the time.

You try to help people.

I mean, look, I could have taken
her a little bit more seriously,

considered her a little bit more
of a threat, right?

But I don't want to go
by the book all the time.

I want to help
these people.

And that's what
I wanted to show you.

Take advantage
of this Kodak moment, baby.

Look, man...

She's bleeding over there
like a stuck pig.

She got lucky --
just a knife wound.

I almost stuck three rounds in
her chest -- blam! Blam! Blam!

They'd have been burying her ass
tomorrow.

Look at his face.

Oh, shit.
Turn that thing on, man.

Let's do this.
Ask me whatever you want.

Okay.

All units, a 211 just occurred.

Suspect stole victim's iPhone.

Suspect's a male hispanic,
dark jeans, plaid shirt,

last seen running westbound
on 5th Street from Maple Avenue.

L40, show me responding
on 5th Street.

Shit.
L40, Roger.

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Shit.

L40, code 1.

L40, I'm in the alley
south of 5th Street...

...Between...

Between Main
and Los Angeles.

I need an R.A. Unit
at my location.

L40, Roger.
R.A. Unit en route.

Oh.

Do I think my partner
should have tackled her?

No.

She should have shot her.

"That ain't mine!
You planted it!"

Man, asshole
should get an Oscar.

We'll see how he likes the role
of boy toy in the joint.

You're not hungry?
I thought you loved this place.

Not in the mood.

"Not in the mood"?

Then why'd you order
the Hollenback?

Hey, there's a party tonight
at Jones'.

But there's gonna be
pretty girls there.

I hope you're okay
with that.

I did a good pat-down
on F-Stop.

I didn't phone it in.

Hmm. Probably had it
in his waistband.

You couldn't feel it
through the jeans.

No, no,
I got down in there.

I even cuffed him
gangster-style.

- Oh.
- You hear what I'm saying?

Well...

Come on, man.

You're screwing me --
with me.

That look on your face --

this is all leading up
to a joke, right?

- He didn't have the pipe, Sammy.
- Good one.

He didn't have the pipe.

Come on, man.
He couldn't have had the pipe.

On the 1% chance
I missed it,

he couldn't
get in his pockets.

He couldn't stuff it
in the seat.

Look.

I'm sorry you had a bad day
in court.

Having a witness you talked
into testifying killed sucks.

But putting a case
on this asshole...

It's going too far,
Sammy.

Sammy.

Sammy!

I got to use the head.
I'll meet you at the car.

Did I do the right thing?
Okay.

Yeah, well, you know,
I don't know.

Tomorrow
when the headline reads,

"Woman stabbed during fight
with police,"

you know,
and they run a photo of her

and they call her
a loving mother of two,

they're not gonna tell you that,
you know,

the alternative for us
was to shoot her.

Yeah.

That's how they train you
to disarm someone, so...

Did I do the right thing
or the wrong --

I don't know. I guess
it just depends on who you ask.

Hey, yo, guess what.

Hitting a dealer's pad
around midnight.

That's cool.
Where'd you get the intel?

That crackhead we brought in
this morning?

Narco dicks are into him.
He'll be working off a case.

Yeah,
you got to love snitches.

Yep.

So, listen, uh,

you guys didn't find
a crack pipe in there, did you?

Asshole's
playing it straight,

saying he had one
when we hooked him up,

but then he shoved it
in the backrest.

You guys didn't check the car
before you handed it over to us?

I thought Darga did.
We got a little sloppy.

Hey, you're supposed to
check it, too, before going out.

We got a help call.

Did you find the thing
or not?

Yeah. My partner did.

Great.

So you'll slip it to us.
Nobody's got to know.

It's not just property.
It's evidence.

- We thought it belonged to our guy.
- Ah, shit.

We just leave it
that way?

Come on, man.

I just didn't -- I didn't
want anybody to find out.

Chain of custody
and all that shit.

We got to go to --
we got to go to Rucker.

We got to...

We got to tell 'em
we screwed up.

All right.

Maybe if we go together,
we'll only catch half the shit.

Expired tags.

Sir, pull over
when it is safe to do so.

He's flipping out right now.

Sir, it's okay.
Calm down.

Black-and-white fever.

Guys see a cop behind them,
they forget how to drive.

Oh, great.

Sir, stay right where you are,
please.

- Sorry, officer.
- That's fine, sir.

Stay right
where you are.

- Was I driving too fast?
- License and registration.

- I think it's in the glove box.
- I'll get it.

My license.

I forgot it at home
with my wallet.

This your car?

No.
It's my friend Marta's.

You know that the registration
expired eight months ago?

No.

Well, it has.

By law, I'm required to cite
both of you and impound the vehicle.

Oh, officer, I beg you!

I have a job interview
in one hour.

I've been waiting on it
for months.

With a kid in the car
at this time of day?

I'm taking him
to my mother's house,

and then I'm heading to
Mid-South Supply in Boyle Heights.

They make pipe fittings.

Stay here for a second.

Put this man and his kid
out on the street

in the middle of the day
and the day of his big meeting?

Can you guys step over there,
please?

We're not even technically
on duty right now.

What do you want to do?

Let him go.

Turn that off.

No, seriously.
Turn it off.

Go take care
of the registration.

Right. Thank you, officer.
Thank you.

I told you to turn it off.
You think I'm an idiot?

Basically,
we're screwed either way.

Either we tackle
a knife-wielding crazy woman --

what?

- I'm sorry.
- We got to --

can you say that again?

Say what again?

What you were
talking about.

We had a microphone
in the shot.

Can you just go ahead?
We'll edit it.

Thought we had
microphones.

All right, here we go.

And just -- just go ahead

and continue to talk about
what happened.

So, I'm working
for these guys?

Just get it over with.

Uh...Let's see.

Uh, basically...

Basically,
we're screwed either way.

I mean, we tackle
a knife-wielding crazy woman,

and we catch hell
for that,

or we let a guy
like this go,

and we might catch hell
for that.

Could have been
an integrity check.

What's an integrity check?

It's a trap
by our own department

to see if we
would let him off.

You wonder why cops
are paranoid?

What if he speeds now
and kills someone?

I'd love to see that headline.

Yeah, it'd be us
making pipe fittings.

Yeah, "The cops had him
in custody."

Sometimes, what can you say?

The guy needed a break.

Yeah.

That hit you took
to the abdomen

caused a small
placental abruption --

basically a small bleed.

But the ultrasound looked good.
Heartbeat's normal.

So if you take it easy
for the next couple of days,

get some bed rest,
and stay hydrated,

you and your baby
should be just fine.

Great. Thank you.

What are you doing out there,
Sergeant?

Doesn't the department
have protocols

about pregnant women
in the field?

I haven't told them yet.

I'm actually a detective.

I was just subbing
in the field today.

My work doesn't have
the same hazards.

News flash, detective --

it's not
just about you anymore.

Is there anyone we can call,
maybe come drive you home?

No, I'll get one
of the officers around here

to take me back
to the station.

Right.

The nurse will be right
with you, get you on your way.

Thank you.

I assume Rucker
told you the, uh...

Crack pipe wasn't...

Yeah. Guess he did.

Sammy,
I don't know how --

I don't know
why I just jumped

to you putting a case
on that asshole

instead of me
possibly being wrong.

I don't know
why I did that.

It was stupid.
I'm sorry.

Okay, what else has changed
since I've been on the force?

I don't know.
Um...

Okay -- GPS.

Yeah.
Everyone thinks it's great.

But response times
are reduced,

so cops are getting
to crime scenes faster,

and, you know, more of us
are getting killed.

You know what?
That's -- that's it, guys.

We --
we got to head back.

All right, we're done.
Let's turn that thing off.

Seriously, turn it off.

All available units,
report of a fight in progress,

corner of Hollywood Boulevard
and Schrader.

Six blocks away.
Should we take it?

A57, show us responding to
fight, Hollywood and Schrader.

57, Roger.

- Get off of him!
- Get out of here! Hey!

A57, officer needs backup,
our location.

Let me get in there.
I'll mess you up!

I will mess you up!
I will mess you up!

You're gonna die!

I'm God!

Get off me!
Get off me!

Cooper! Cooper!

A57, I need an R.A. Unit
at my location right now!

Schrader!
Schrader and Hollywood!

Stay with me!
Stay with me!

Shut that
thing off!

Stay with me.
Cooper, look at me.

Look at me.

Shut that
thing off!

Do you want to catch a cop
getting killed on film?!

- Is that what you wanted?!
- Get the out of here!

Cooper?
Okay, look at me.

Look at me!
John, look at me.

Help is on the way, okay?
Stay with me.

You're gonna stay with me,
okay?

Breathe normally.

It's okay. Keep pressure on it.
Keep pressure on it.

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