Southland (2009–2013): Season 4, Episode 7 - Fallout - full transcript

All units, A-25 reports
they have a suspect fitting the description...

...in custody at 2nd Street
and Manhattan Place.

L.A.P.D. officers start every shift
knowing they might only...

...have a fraction of a second
to make a difficult choice.

The ramifications
will last their whole lives.

Good to know.

Doctors say when bandages come off?

- About a couple of days.
- Check you for rabies? You never know.

If I start frothing,
just call an ambulance.

Yeah, I was gonna call animal control.

Ha. Too bad your neck mobility is
compromised. I was gonna let you drive.



- Oh, is that right?
- Yeah.

- Missed my lucky day.
- Ha-ha-ha.

- Jessica Tang?
- Yeah.

I'm really sorry. My dad's a cop.
Twenty-five years, N.Y.P.D.

You've been served. Sorry, again.

Good morning.

Need a nap already, Sherman?

We're both up half the night, Jones.

Only difference is, I was with a girl
as opposed to looking at one online.

You didn't go to that Country Girl bar
again, did you?

That dump is STD central.

- I met her at the gym.
- Curves?

She's a yoga instructor.

Let me tell you,
her downward dog is amazing.



Hello.

The best part is,
she works for Princess Cruises.

So, uh, she's not gonna be back
for the next three weeks.

Binge and purge.

You are my guru, Sherman.

Let's roll, man.

What's up with him?

If my partner was getting laid like that,
I wouldn't wanna hear about it either.

Yeah, you're right.

Breakfast of champions.

Got a call. Lincoln Heights.

Uh, step into my office
before you head out.

Only take a sec.

You wanna tell me why you've
been here burning the midnight oil?

There's no approval for overtime,
you know?

I'm not gonna sue the city
if that's what you're worried about.

I just got a little behind.
I'm catching up.

You feeling any better?

What?

You've been dragging.

Heard you weren't feeling well.

It's just a bug.

You can level with me, Lydia.

Woman to woman.

I'll let you know
if something comes up.

I gotta go,
that traffic is gonna be a bear.

What's up?

We got a body in Lincoln Heights.

Okay. Let's go to Lincoln Heights.

You hear that shit about Cooper?
It's crazy, right?

Some asshole latched on to his neck
like a pterodactyl.

R.A. got to him just in time.

I signed, you know.

Closed the deal on the house.

Signed all the paperwork last night.
I'm all in.

Even got my Costco card.

Can't get much more "all in"
than that.

What's up, Ben?

Merkle.

Thank God we got that thing
with the pipe worked out, right?

Ah. Dodged a bullet there, didn't we?

Imagine how many assholes
are telling the truth.

Get lost, man.

What's your fucking problem?

Little lovers' quarrel
with your girlfriend?

Glad you guys got to catch up.
But me...

...I'm sick of paying little Nate's babysitter
overtime. So let's finish on time today.

What do you say, Benji?

En route to 496 Broadway.
You have another assignment there, Central?

We, uh, in a hurry to get somewhere?

You're not doing anything
to dispel the, uh, "Asian driver" stereotype.

Got an invitation
to my, uh, academy reunion.

Hoping they wouldn't get around to it.
Started out with 90, there's 21 of us left.

Rather do shots of battery acid...

...than spend a night
with some of those guys.

Look, a subpoena's a real rough way
to start the day, all right?

I know a lawyer downtown,
helped me with some legal matters once.

He's a piece of work, but, uh, the kind
you don't mind having on your side.

I'm not getting sued.

Black SUV.

Roll up on him. I'll help him move.

- You gonna write him a ticket?
- Yeah.

Jerks like this,
they cause bottlenecks.

Sir, you realize you're backing up traffic
around the block?

I'm picking up my wife.
She has a broken leg.

- Yeah, I'm gonna issue a citation.
- I'll move the car.

License, registration,
proof of insurance.

Oh, here she comes.

License, registration,
proof of insurance, sir.

Registration.

My license.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, l--
- All around the block.

Let me get that for you, ma'am.

- Thanks, officer.
- You got it.

Honey, just hand me the crutches.

Hey, you. Ha-ha-ha.

- Sign here, please.
- Okay.

I'm really sorry. We looked for a spot.

You know what...

...apology's just not gonna cut it
right now.

Can you just make sure
that the girls don't tape over it?

Especially not
with Kardashian garbage.

Thank you, baby.
That is why I love you.

See you tonight.

It's the game tonight.

What the hell did we do before DVRs?
You a hoops fan?

- You say something to Fernandez?
- About what?

Me not feeling well.

Oh. You mean that, uh, looking seasick,
making 20 bathroom breaks a day?

That not feeling well?

Look, I'm sorry,
I know it's a touchy subject.

Somebody's saying something.

Hey, it ain't me. It ain't my business.

Officer, how you doing?
Robinson, Adams.

Bellia. Victim's over here.
He just got out of county last week.

- For what?
- Eight months, possession with intent.

Word is he went back to the streets,
working out of the alley.

- Drugs still on him?
- No.

- Robbery?
- Maybe, or a deal gone south.

- Any witnesses?
- No.

- How many hits?
- I counted eight.

Whoever put him down
did not want him to get back up.

So did you, uh, get the dust off this citation
book before you write that ticket?

Jerk knew he was breaking the law.

Well, you know, it is a slippery slope.

First it's double parking,
then it's triple homicide.

Gotta keep your eyes open
for jaywalkers.

I need coffee.

- What?
- Nothing.

- Got a problem with my caffeine intake?
- No, knock yourself out.

My husband's divorcing me...

...in case you were wondering
what was in the envelope.

- I didn't even know you were married.
- Yeah, six years.

In sickness and in health,
till irreconcilable differences do us part.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.
Deadbeat's gonna get half my pension.

Guess that year of couples counseling
was time well spent.

Any available unit,
neighbor dispute at 660 Barton Avenue.

A-57, show us handling.

A-57, roger.

The yoga instructor has a friend.

Teaches Pilates, gorgeous.

I talked you up,
got her number for you.

There it is.

You know what?

Get out of my space.

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Customers came here for my food.

- Calm down. What happened?
- I'll make sure they don't go hungry.

We had a truck together.

He steals my mole negro
and starts his own.

- I didn't steal nothing, bitch.
- Now he takes my space.

You snooze, you lose, bro.

He ain't even Oaxacan.
He's from Glendale.

Okay.

Whose truck is this?

That's mine.
I put everything I had into it.

I'm here every day.
Those are my customers.

Okay. I am sorry, but he was here first.
There's nothing you can do.

As long as he keeps the meter full,
you're gonna have to move your truck.

- Sorry, bro.
- All right.

You should call la migra.
That bitch ain't legal.

This isn't Arizona, pal.

- You know what, for the record.
- Yeah?

I didn't steal that fool's mole, man.
He's high.

- All right. Thanks.
- No, no, no!

- Not my truck, man!
- Hey.

Son of a bitch! Aah!

- Son of a bitch!
- Get back!

Oh, man!

Turn it off.

Turn off the car.

Demolition derby's over. Get out here.

- Come here. Come here.
- He made me do it.

- You wrecked my truck for mole?
- Back off.

I'm pressing charges.
Gonna sue his ass.

Good luck, all my money is in Oaxaca.

- What?
- Come on.

Let's go.

- We were supposed to be partners.
- Idiot!

You thought you knew the guy, huh?
Never expected a knife in the back?

He took everything from me.

Yeah, well,
some guys you just can't trust.

All right, look, I get it, okay?

I shouldn't have accused you
of anything, all right?

Mea culpa, my bad.

I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.
I'm sorry, all right?

- Officer?
- Hey, not right now, buddy!

I paid for my burrito, but he rammed
the other little guy's truck.

Yeah, you know what?
There's a Taco Bell across the street.

A-36, requesting a traffic unit
at our location.

Boyle Avenue and 1st Street.

You know who shot him?

Not yet.

Someone trying to steal
your boyfriend's supply maybe.

I asked Cam to stop dealing,
but he just wouldn't give it up.

Even after I told him the news.

Brenda,
when is the last time you saw him?

Couple days ago.

Did he mention anyone after him,
or getting into any arguments?

Too many arguments to count.

Cam said the only way
to survive on the streets:

Never let anyone push you around.

I never would have made it
without him.

I was 15 when I left home.

He dealt, I shot up.

Just the way we got by.

What about when you got pregnant?

I gave rehab a try
when he went to jail.

Been clean eight months.

Good for you.

Thanks.

I work at the Vons now, full-time...

...and I get benefits for my baby.

I turned things around, but Cam just....

He just couldn't.

Things have been tough for you...

...and you're gonna get
through this too.

Brenda, can you think of anyone...

...he might have gotten
into an argument with?

Easy cream, easy sugar?

- Jess?
- Hispanic male, by the Chevy.

Hey, let me see your hands.

Hey, put your hands, both of them,
on the top of the car.

- What?
- Let's go.

- What are you doing?
- Turn around. Kick your legs open.

- Kick them open!
- What are you doing?

Following directions, huh?

- What you doing near the vehicle?
- It's my car.

- Yeah, let's see the registration, then.
- I can't.

My keys are locked inside.
I can't get in.

I'll go get the slim jim.

Did you get lost?

Where were you?

Courtyard behind the bank.
They got benches there.

- I tried you on the radio.
- Yeah, I know.

You ready to roll?

You didn't wanna eat lunch with me?
What are you, in the third grade?

I said I was sorry. What do you want me
to do, get down on my knees?

Not really in the mood for a blowjob,
but thanks.

Gonna do this passive-aggressive shit
all day?

- Can we talk about this?
- Talk about what?

What happened.

All right.

Let's start with the fact
that every day I gotta watch my back.

Guns, knives...

...people with camera phones
hoping that we, uh, screw up.

This car's the one place...

...where somebody's supposed
to have my back.

Instead, you question my integrity.

My partner.

You know what? I'm glad you did it,
because now I know where we stand.

Don't sweat it.
He's not gonna file a complaint.

- He resisted.
- Resisted?

You slammed him up against his car
because he misplaced his keys.

Look, I get it, all right?

Most people, when they get bad news,
they hide behind their computer.

We don't get that luxury.

I wasn't blindsided.

What?

Divorce, it didn't come out of the blue.

I think he hung on as long as he did
because I got the shit beat out of me.

Yeah,
he would've been a real bastard...

...if he had dumped me
while I was in traction.

Let's go.

I really jacked someone up
for locking himself out of the car?

Pretty much.

We'll, uh, go get drinks tonight.
You can bitch all you want.

- Your parents home?
- What took you so long?

I called over an hour ago.

You called the noise complaint in
on yourself?

Hurry up, come in.

- This your party?
- Yeah.

- Mazel tov.
- Where are your parents?

- Told them they were cramping my style.
- So they left you here alone?

For a couple hours.

Look, I need you to shut it down.

- What?
- Shut the party down.

You saying you want us
to end your bar mitzvah party?

Could you throw me up against the wall
and cuff me too?

That would be so badass.

I'm trying to work this girl
and I need to do something epic.

How about you turn the music down
before we call the parents of every kid...

...and epically embarrass you?

She's way out of my league.

Wait a sec.

Which one?

Red dress.

You sure you can handle it?

I'm a man now. I can take it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Turn that down! Turn the music down!
Against the wall.

You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you do
can be held against you in court.

If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be appointed for you.

Do you understand these rights
as they have been read to you, punk?

I'm not an idiot.

Yeah? I think you are an idiot.

You're trouble. Nothing but trouble.

We'll drop him off down the block.

Let's go!

Oh. The store down the street
from the murder scene?

They have a surveillance camera.

- You catch anything?
- We're checking.

An energy bar for lunch?

Come on. No.
Have half of my sandwich.

Peanut butter and jelly?
No, thank you.

What's wrong with that?
My wife made this.

Did Ballistics
check those shell casings?

It was a .40 caliber.
I put the word out...

...but there's no shortage of lowlifes
willing to put a bullet in a dealer.

Not a bullet. Eight. At close range.

That doesn't sound like a robbery to me.
It sounds personal.

I'll check with Narcotics, see if victim
was stepping on anybody's turf.

Maybe it's payback,
like he pissed somebody off in jail.

It's a damn shame too...

...because I bet he probably
would've been father of the year.

In the '30s, some prisons
used to sterilize female prisoners...

...to prevent them
from having babies?

- Mm. Screwed up.
- Not saying it's cool.

I'm just saying,
addict mom, dealer dad...

...this kid is just gonna follow
in his parents' footsteps.

I wouldn't give up
on the mom quite yet.

She was barely holding it together.

Yeah, well, after living a life like that,
she's gotta be pretty tough.

All I'm saying is
I've seen it too many times.

Clock's ticking till this kid ends up
in foster care.

Adams.

Yeah. Be right down.

Surveillance caught a car on camera.
We got a plate.

All units, home invasion
in progress, 216 Gramercy Place.

A-57, show us responding,
216 Gramercy Place.

Roger, A-57, handle Code 3.

He's going. Gun.

A-57, requesting backup,
216 Gramercy Place.

Blue Toyota,
headed south toward Wilshire.

License plate two-Sam-Adam-Mary
-five-six-four. I'll cut him off.

A-57, in foot pursuit,
eastbound towards Western.

Out of the way!

Get out of my way!

Go in the house! Lock the door! Now!

A-57, we now have shots fired.

All units, A-25 reports
they have a suspect fitting the description...

...in custody
at 2nd Street and Manhattan Place.

A-57, I need an R.A. unit
at my location...

...victim of a gunshot wound.

Jess!

Saw a gun fired.
The ambulance is on its way.

- What are you doing?
- Triage.

He's breathing, but it's shallow.
We need to stop the bleeding. Here.

You apply pressure, I'll start CPR.

Okay, come on.
Stay with me, all right?

You okay?

Yeah, he had a gun, I just--

Well, gray hoodie.

I just came, I turned the corner,
there's a man pointing a gun at me.

Yeah.

It's a clean shooting.

Something down by his feet?

What?

I came in, you were down by his feet.

Yeah, I was securing his gun.

I mean, who, you know, hears sirens
and runs out with a toy gun?

Coop, Tang, I need you to separate.

Schuman from FID is on his way.

All right, you know the rules.
Separate corners until after the debrief.

Tang? Let's go.

See you later.

There's our silver Ford Focus.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Rhonda Owens?

I figured you'd show up here
eventually.

He's a good boy.
He didn't mean no harm.

- Cam Huggins?
- Who?

No, my son.

Stealing the cable TV
so I could watch Monday Night Football.

Oh.

- Is that your car in the driveway?
- Yeah.

- When was the last time you drove it?
- When I went to vote for Obama.

Have you lent anybody your car
recently?

If five years ago is recent.

No, it's not.

This is not about the cable TV?

No plates.

Uh, no, ma'am.
And we're sorry to have bothered you.

Thank you.

Football.

Through the driveway
and around the corner.

I saw a dark-dressed individual here
with a gun.

I fired one round
from my service weapon.

Aimed for center mass,
saw the suspect go down.

And when you saw
it wasn't the suspect?

I radioed for an R.A. unit...

...and I immediately tried
to stop the bleeding.

Kid has a record.

Three months in juvie.

Broke a teacher's nose,
you believe that?

You want some coffee or something?
Something to eat?

No.

I hate babysitting...

...as much as you hate being babysitted,
but that's the rules.

At least put me to good use.

Stupid kids running around
with toy guns.

When are they gonna take
them damn things off the shelf?

How are you to tell the difference...

...between that
and a real Sig 9 millimeter from here?

Cooper.

We're gonna be a while.
We'll talk back at the station.

My car is out front.

What happened? Is it Derrick?

- Where is he?
- He's at Mercy. We'll take you.

He was doing better. Back in school.

He swore he wouldn't take the tip
off that toy gun.

He promised me.

Shooter was smart.

He used the old lady's plates
just in case his car was spotted.

- Premeditated.
- At least we know he drove a Focus.

Could crosscheck it with other dealers
and ex-cons in the area.

- Detective Adams.
- Hey, Ross.

- How's your mom?
- In remission. Doing good, thanks.

Listen, were you on the lookout
for a .40 caliber?

Yeah.
For a murder in Lincoln Heights.

Picked up a punk. Had three baggies
of heroin and a .40 caliber Ruger on him.

Know what part of town he worked?

Or if he spent time at county?

No. Claims he bought the gun
this morning.

Well, take the gun to Ballistics,
and we'll see if it's a match.

What?

He says he, uh, bought it
off some pregnant lady.

- Yeah.
- Thanks, Ross.

Hey, John, you almost done in there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just, uh...

...finishing up.

They're ready for you.

Look, you have every right to be pissed
off, okay? I would be if it were me.

For what it's worth,
I've been beating myself up about it.

- Sam.
- Shh.

Crazy Carol. Tried to get her help, but
they're not gonna take her at St. Joe's again.

- Got a hell of a right hook.
- Yeah, she's only a danger to herself.

Carol.

Officer Bryant. Remember me?

You raped me.

No, I did not rape you. Okay.
Let's get you out of the street.

Don't come near me!

No. He raped me! Aah!

Carol, don't do that to yourself.

Should we take her in?

No law against beating the crap
out of yourself.

Just gotta do it somewhere else.

Come on, man. I got a meeting.

If you're important, they'll wait.

Keep your Taser in the holster.

Get me that can.

- What?
- Just do it. I got an idea.

Hey, Carol. Now, how many times
have we been over this?

Look at this.

You want this?
Now, you know the deal.

I give you the can,
you get out of the street, right?

Carol, do we have a deal?

We got a deal?

Okay.

You raped me.

Carol, get your stuff and move along,
okay?

Get your stuff and move along.

See, now that's how you handle it.

- You raped me!
- Sammy!

Don't touch me!

Drop it.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

You're all right.

It's gonna be all right.
It's gonna be okay.

Damn it, Carol.

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

All right,
I'm gonna need to get you up.

I didn't do anything, anything at all.

- Can you stand up?
- No, l--

- Can you stand up?
- No.

You need anything
before we get started? Water?

How's the kid?

Critical condition.

- How's it look?
- He's in surgery.

Okay, let's get started.

So, what did you observe
when you got to the scene?

We got a radio call.

He raped me! You all saw it!

Getting pretty desperate there,
Bryant.

Not my type.

He said, she said.

Search her,
put her in the holding tank.

We'll, uh, book her when we get back.
Thanks.

- Does he need to go to the hospital?
- I need a tailor, not a doctor.

No stitches necessary.

- So you ready?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm ready. Thanks, man.

Yeah, no need to thank me
or anything.

For what?

Saving your life? No biggie.

Right.

She could've sliced
your carotid artery.

You're lucky I don't tell the guys you got
cut by a 60-year-old homeless woman.

Let's go.

Hey. You find who did it?

Think so. We just need to come in
and ask you a few follow-up questions.

What kind of questions?

- What kind of car do you drive?
- I don't own a car.

Your boyfriend
owned a silver Ford Focus.

- You ever borrow it from him?
- No.

There's a silver Ford Focus
parked down the street.

Are we gonna find your prints
at the wheel?

Be my guest.

- Hey, hey, hey. Come on, come on.
- Hey, hey, hey.

- Easy, easy, easy.
- Let me go! I didn't do anything!

- Easy.
- I didn't do anything!

Easy, Brenda.

Book Crazy Carol.
I gotta go change and pick up the kid.

That's it? I had your back.

You want extra credit
for doing your job?

Just cut me some slack.
What do I have to do?

What you did
is what you're supposed to do.

Doesn't win you
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

There an ETA on when you're gonna
get past this?

- What do you want, a mulligan?
- No. I'm not asking you to forget.

Just move on.

Twelve hours a day we ride together.

In that time, I'll do everything
to make sure we both get home safe.

But when the shift ends, this ends.
Okay?

Don't expect me to go out
and eat up your stories...

...of female conquests
over burgers and beers.

Nate never made a mistake?

Sorry I don't live up to standards
set by your former partner...

...but I'm just about out of sorries.

Savor this one.

It's the last you're gonna hear.

Take off the cuffs.
I'm not going anywhere.

We're gonna take you to county,
have a doctor check you out.

So what if I took his car for a spin.
I didn't do anything wrong.

We have the gun. Ballistics matched.

So?

So the guy you sold the gun to
ID'd you.

If you did your job...

...people like me
wouldn't have to protect ourselves.

People like you?

- How's that?
- Ones trying to live right.

You don't care
if Cam jumped back into dealing...

...if he brought guns, needles, thugs
into my house...

...where my child's gonna be.

- You should've kicked him out.
- Think I didn't try? Changed the locks.

He knocked out two of my molars.

Doctor at the clinic said
I could've lost my baby.

Call 911. Press charges.

So he'd serve what,
a couple of months?

What were you gonna do to protect me
when he got out? Protect my baby?

Restraining orders don't work.

I didn't wanna kill him.

Had to, for my girl.

What's gonna happen to her?

She'll be given to a relative.

If I don't have any?

Foster care.

Hey.

- Hey.
- Could use that drink. What about you?

How was, uh, FID?

I've known Larry 12 years. He's fair.

What did they wanna know?

What I saw.

- What did you tell him?
- Came in on you doing triage.

What were you doing
when I caught up?

I was managing the situation
the best I could.

His or yours?

It was an accidental shooting.
You didn't need to do anything.

The department wouldn't have thrown
you under the bus. It was an accident.

You go back to the investigator.

Tell him you were served
with divorce papers and had a bad day.

- A bad day.
- Yeah, a bad day. Go back.

- And you tell him the truth.
- Or what, you will?

What happened today was a tragedy.

But I am a first-rate officer.

Go back to FID.

Stick to what you saw.

I assume you're waiting for me
to tell you you were right.

Oh, the anticipation, it's killing me.

Fine, you were right
about Brenda's baby.

- Happy?
- About another kid entering foster care?

I don't know
if happy is the word I'm looking for.

Kid wouldn't be in the system
if mom didn't pull the trigger.

She shot her ex so many times,
almost had to reload.

All right, I hear you. I hear you.

Look, don't worry about it.
I don't mind staying late.

Permission to give you some advice?

When you worked patrol...

...you remember the surest way
to find out if someone was carrying?

- Roll up on them, and see if they ran.
- Mm-hmm.

Look.

Fernandez rolled up on you
this morning.

Stop working late,
drawing attention to yourself.

Just act normal.

Then people won't wonder
why you're not feeling well.

Unless, of course, you can't fit
behind the steering wheel anymore.

Thought you had a game to watch.

I saw the news downstairs.
I already know who won.

That's too bad.

There's another game tomorrow.

Hey, boss.

If there ever was something
that you felt like you wanted to tell me...

...it will never leave this desk.

Good night.

See you tomorrow, partner.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I need something now.

Oxy? Vicodin?

Doesn't matter, I just need something.
Just....

I feel like I'm losing my grip.

Rough day?

It's cool, man.
I got something for you.

You know what that says?

Ten years clean.

You expect this to be easy?

You gotta earn this.

You've got to go through hell
to get one of these.

You did the right thing calling me.

That's way this program's
supposed to work, John.

I been where you are.

I doubt that.

Well, what's eating you?

Saw something.

I just can't shake it.

On the job?

I thought you'd seen everything.

Uh-huh.

Well, whatever it is, it's between us.

You gotta tell somebody.

When you're ready.

Tonight, you can just listen.

Come on,
the meeting's about to start.

How you doing? It's good to see you.