Southland (2009–2013): Season 5, Episode 8 - The Felix Paradox - full transcript

♪ Southland 5x08 ♪
The Felix Paradox
Original Air Date on April 3, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

L.A.P.D. officers
are trained to safeguard

the lives and property
of the people they serve.

While most threats
are external,

the most dangerous
come from within.

Laurie?

Yeah, you okay?

No, no, you didn't wake me up.

I haven't slept all night.



No, no, I'm, uh...

It was a joke.

What's going on?
You okay?

Same neighbor?

Did you ask him
to turn off the generator?

Then it's legally
within your right

to punch that asshole
in the face.

Or you could call
your local division.

No, baby.
We can't.

Quickie, baby. Quickie.
Come on.

I can't.
Yeah, yeah.

I told you I got breakfast
with an old partner.

Hey.
Baby.

I can't believe you.
It's your loss.



Forget you.
Yeah, yeah, it is.

Cook you dinner tonight.
Yeah.

And I'll get my hands on you!

Well, it was just
the one time.

You can't let that go?

Terrell didn't even have
the urge to step in.

What kind of man is that?

My guess is
someone who is a civilian

who's not trained to defuse
such heated situations

or carry a gun.

He probably thought
he was protecting you

by not letting things
escalate.

Yeah. Not the best way
to build trust.

Might be nice
to go to dinner

and be able to sit
with my back to the door.

What's up, Lyd? Reuben?

Hey, Kenny.

A couple of crackheads found
one of their own.

We got an I.D.
His name was Scott Hill.

I got
some guys canvassing.

Word is
he's the son of a cop.

Whoa.

Damn.

He might be hungry,

but, uh, don't give him
any graham crackers.

He's going through
this phase.

He ate like 50 of them
the other day.

Be good.

No graham crackers.

So, uh, you want a water?
No, I'm good.

So, I told you, Sammy.
Patience pays off.

How much does
Tammi's D.U.I. help us?

Oh, it's game-set-match.

She was not only driving
under the influence,

but she had open bottles
of pills in her car --

painkillers, sedatives.

I think some of this stuff
was meant for farm animals.

She's going through a lot
right now.

I mean, more than normal.

She lied to police
about you beating her up.

A good mother
wouldn't do that.

Fortunately,
your partner supported

the truth on that nonsense.

That's all right.
At least you guys own up to it.

Unlike anyone else around here, huh?
Excuse me.

Sergeant Hill?
Yeah.

I'm Detective Lydia Adams.
Oh, hey.

My partner, Reuben Robinson.
Hi. How are you?

How's it going, sir?
Um, we're from Exposition.

Yeah, come on.

Come on in my office.
I know why you're here.

Hey.
Excuse me.

Come on in.

Door will shut.

So, you two work
for Alicia Fernandez, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, you can tell her
to call off the hounds

'cause when I lose a bet,
I know how to pay up.

Uh, no, no, sir.

I think there's been
a bit of a misunderstanding.

We're here, um,
about your son Scott.

He was killed.

Oh, God.

Ohh. Lord, help me.

How?

He was shot.

Was it drugs?

His mother and I did
everything we could.

Ohh.

How do I tell his mother
this?

May I suggest
you take the day off, sir?

No.

I, uh...

I have to keep busy.
It's better.

Um...
I haven't spoken to my son

since we kicked him
out of the house.

If anything occurs to me,
I'll call you.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

We're so sorry.

The idea of gun control is great

until you find an intruder
in your home.

And then you can try to reason
or you can try calling 9-1-1,

but you know what they say --

when seconds count, the police
are just minutes away.

I like to be prepared.
I'm sure Ben appreciates that.

Okay, daddy, you can
stop foaming at the mouth now.

Certainly no one has the right
to take away our personal safety

or our right
to defend ourselves,

but I also trust
that officers of the law

will help keep us safe.

Do you know what they call
a man without a gun?

A victim.

And it's pretty easy
to talk about guns

when you live behind walls
with security systems,

but there are cops out there
that are actually being shot at.

So, am I in favor of making it
harder for that to happen?

What do you think?

Excuse me.

That was fantastic!

Telling my parents
how full of shit they are!

You're my hero,
Ben Sherman.

I can't tell you
how many times

I try and tell them
what shit's like over there --

what the kids
are actually like --

and they just --
they don't listen.

Because
you're just like them.

What, you think it's different
'cause you teach in south L.A.?

I recognize the act.
I used to do it myself.

I am never going back.

So, I'm not.
Take care, Brooke.

"Take -- take care"?!

What the
are you talking about?

Are you breaking up
with me?

I just don't think
we're right together.

I can see that now.

Why?
Because I grew up with money,

you think
I'm entitled or something?

Not necessarily.

Nobody treats me like this!
Yeah?

You will not embarrass me!

I will you up
before that happens!

Are we clear?!

We cleaned up in a week.

Ohh!
Ohh!

Well, I don't know.

Whoa!
Whoa!

All right, listen up.
Listen up.

Top issue of the day --

city's paying its respects

to the fine citizen
Felix "The Cat" Javier,

major-league roller
who was shot and killed

at the hands of officers
from Exposition Division.

Ash and Jones, baby!
Ash and Jones!

Thank you, Dudek.
I'm here all week, folks.

And, uh, while most people
would assume

that the death of
a big-time asshole like Felix

would be a cause
for celebration, we know better.

Since his death, the number
of drug-related arrests

has actually gone up.

And the little fish
are...knocking each other off

trying to fill
the big fish's void.

And our, uh,
response to this --

this paradox...

Is to take the fight to them.

So, uh...Patrol...

Patrol and ATF are gonna be
assisting Hollywood narco

in serving warrants.

We got eyes
on two locations.

When we get the word,
we'll hit the targets.

All right, let's go.

- Rock 'n' roll!
- Yeah, let's do it!

Let's go!
Let's do it!

Hey, listen up!

Drug dealers
are like a disease

spreading their menace
from one person to another.

We will put a stop to this --
to them.

Be safe.

All right, let's go.
All right.

Damn!

Hey, girl.
Hey, what's your name?

Hey.

Come on.
I'm just playing with you.

Come on, girl.
Why you looking at me like that?

'Cause I'm on a bike?
Come on, girl.

Let me holler at you real quick.
Come on.

Hey.

Ohh!

Go, go, go, go!

Come on!
Go, go, go, go, go!

L.A.P.D. search warrant!
Break it.

Search warrant!
Get down!

Watch out!
Watch out!

Konichiwa, bitch!

Get away from the toilet,
mother

Don't do it!
Don't do it!

Get down!
Get down!

Get down on the ground!
Come on!

Come on! Come on!
Get down on the ground!

Get down!
Get off me!

- Get on the ground!
- Ohh!

Kick your ass!

Ah. Shit.

How's Lucero?

Took a bullet to the head.

Luckily, he was wearing
his helmet.

Every cop in that room
was either blessed or lucky.

Hiding in the closet,
firing blindly.

What kind of an asshole does
that?

A dead one.

Hey, Munoz.

When you're done
with that piece of shit

go to my house
and mow my lawn, bitch.

Hey, baby,
I was there this morning

trimming your wife's bush.

Shut the up.

What the hell are you laughing
at? You don't know this guy.

Hey.

Let me introduce you

to the heroes that took out
Felix the Cat.

Exposition Division's finest,
baby --

Ash and Jones.

What are
you hard dicks doing, man?

Good to see you, man.

Detective's test
is coming up.

You got any advice,
I'm all ears.

It's a big step. I mean,
I don't -- I don't know. It's --

hey, you see this?

Geez.

It's just a jackass showing off.
It's not worth it.

Is that the kind of detective
you want to be?

Light them up.

I wouldn't go buying
yourself a holster

and cheap suit just yet.

What the
did you pull me over for?

Hands on the car
where I can see them.

Put your hands on the car.
Face that way.

Thank you.

Ain't you supposed to get
a female cop to do this?

Ma'am, I'm just searching
your pockets and waistband.

No, you ain't. You trying to get
your freak on and feel me up.

No.

Probably 'cause you ain't
getting none at home.

Don't be touching my titties, either.
I'm not touching you.

Sammy, we got a kid
in the back seat.

Yeah, that's my little man.
Face that way.

He's cute, huh,
but he don't listen.

Well, he might listen a little bit more...
Hey, buddy. You all right?

...if you weren't driving around
doing three-wheel motion

with him in his car seat.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Gun! Gun!

Not her! Not her!

It's all right.
Kid.

Ohh!
Don't tell me you're that stupid.

Don't tell me that you're hiding
a gun in your kid's car seat.

Are you that stupid?

Where was I
supposed to put it?!

Robinson.

Uh, okay.

Yeah, no, thank you.
Appreciate that.

That's the second witness to say
that the last person

they saw Scott Hill with
was Mayate.

Hmm,
Miguel "Mayate" Santos.

Feehan in narco says that he's
a knucklehead paisa wannabe,

and judging
from this arrest sheet,

he was probably selling dope
to Scott.

What was his address again?

Uh, 1405, unit "B."

Here we go.

This is Williams 60.

Shots fired at my location.

Requesting backup
and an airship.

All available units
report to Williams' location.

Shots fired.

Ho, wachale bitch.

I'll make this
mother rain.

Pendeja!
Police!

Drop the weapon!

Shit

show us in pursuit.

Northbound alley
behind Patton Street.

Roger.

Shit

We're looking for Mayate.

We're looking for Mayate.

Put your hands
behind your head.

Thank you.
We've got it from here.

We got it. We got it.
Thank you, sir.

Hands up. Hands up.
Hands up.

How's the hickey?

What happened, Lucero?
You shoot yourself?

If so,
you missed your face.

Didn't you say that one
last week, Padula?

Oh, yeah?
Yeah.

It wasn't funny then,
either.

Your mama.

Your mama what?

Huh? Your mama's so ugly, she
tried to join the ugly contest.

They said,
"sorry, no professionals."

Your mama's so stupid,

she think's
a quarterback's a refund.

Your mama's so nasty,

she's got to put ice in her
panties to keep her crabs fresh.

- No, your -- your mama?
- your mama.

Hey, okay.
Your mama!

All right, all right!
Okay!

I'm calling this one
on the mercy rule

before Padula
has an aneurysm.

You good?
Always.

Yo, let's, um,

hit my wife's restaurant up
for lunch today, huh?

It's been long overdue.

If it'll shut you up
about her chicken mole, fine.

Take care of him, Roxi.

Hopefully
he's got family around

with better judgment
than his mom.

Take care, buddy.

You know, you haven't
mentioned Nate once today.

Everything cool?

Yeah.
Yeah?

How'd the meeting
with the lawyer go?

Actually, I'd rather
not talk about it.

That's a first.

Good day for you,
then, right?

You know.

You might not believe this,
but, uh, I get it.

Huh?
You got a lot to think about. So do I.

Um...

I mean,
I gave you your space.

I let you work it out.

I did my part, Sammy.

You know,
I lied for both of us.

I think I got a right to know
what your move is, you know?

I got a right to know
if you're gonna screw me.

I told you
I'd handle the tape.

It's been handled.
So you destroyed it?

It's not a problem anymore.

We just wanted to come by
and let you know

that we think we have
your son's killer in custody.

Has he confessed?

Uh, no, no, sir.

But everything
points towards him.

There was a time when
a cop might be left alone

with an asshole like that
for 15 good minutes.

I can understand
why you may feel that way.

Truth be told,

it was my son's life choices
that put him in a bad situation.

It's too bad, isn't it?

Being a cop
doesn't keep you immune

from the shit
of this world.

We, um...

found some of Scott's things
at the crime scene.

We thought
you might want them.

Scotty.

I, uh...

I used to take him
down to San Diego...

to see the Blue Angels.

I didn't even know
he still had this.

He was my little boy!

He was my little boy.

He was my little boy!

That's what you call a final
you to the L.A.P.D.

Felix the Cat was an asshole

but he purchased
all the right permits,

so he gets to enjoy
a first-class escort to hell.

You know, there's a rumor

that he's laying
on stacks of $1,000 bills.

Perfect.

So, most of the people
that came here to mourn him

are probably here to rob him.

Johnny Crenshaw!

Earl Dayton!

How you doing, man?

This is my partner,
Hank Lucero.

Dayton and I go back
to the Academy.

I always knew one of us would end up
a handsome gang detective,

and the other would be
John Cooper.

How's the family?

Oh, my wife's commander
just got

a brand-new set
of tig old bitties.

Pow!
450 ccs.

Nice.
Motorboat city, huh?

What are you guys here for?
Same as you.

Serving warrants.

Funerals are the best.

Biggest asshole convention
of the year.

Who are you looking for?

Two Rhodes scholars --
Manny and li'l Ze from Two Trey.

You seen them?

Nah, we're looking
for our own genius.

Former associate of Felix.

Goes by the name of popeye.
Open murder warrant.

If I see him, I'll give you a holler.
Cool.

Tell your partner
to ease up on the gel.

♪ para bailar la bamba ♪

♪ para bailar la bamba ♪

So, you killed a cop's son.

You know that, right?

He wasn't no cop's son.

He was a crackhead.

You think
I'd lie about that?

Believe me, there's a lot of
things I wish I was lying about,

like you being the last person
that was seen with Scott.

Or that gun you dropped

being the same caliber
that killed Scott.

Of course, we won't know
until ballistics are back,

but I'm pretty sure
that's the murder weapon.

I got that gun from a cop.

Excuse me?

That gun is from a cop.

I got dope from cops, too.

So, what's it gonna be?

Lean Cuisine
or Marie Callender's?

Neither.

Some delicious
reheated chicken.

Ah.

Hey. Look at this.

Look at that.
Jesus

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
You sure you got this?

Make sure she's not packing.

Uh, sir. We got it.
Thank you. We got it.

Good contact. I'll cover.

Shh.

Hey, sweetie.

What's your name?

I'm Officer Sherman.

This is Officer Bryant.
Can you tell us your name?

No?

Where do you live?

Okay, can you show us?
Here you go.

All right.
Get the trike.

L.A.P.D.!

What, y'all here
to serve and protect?

Break a nigger neck?

Yo.

You here to serve up some
warmed-over Ice Cube lyrics?

Nah, I got my own lyrics.

Yeah, what's your name?

Seth Moritz.

But they call me
"Li'l Nutz,"

'cause I'm a little crazy.

Are you sure that's why
they call you "Li'l Nutz"?

Yeah, that's my stage name.
Yeah?

Hold up, what you
trying to say, man?

Hey, Laurie.

Yo, all right, here's your chance.
No, I got a minute.

Bust some tight lyrics
for me.

How's my day going?

The usual.

♪ you know, you got to be
a little nuts in this world ♪

Really?

♪ That's why I hit you
when I cuss at you, girl ♪

Wow, so he hasn't turned
the generator off at all.

♪ Li'l Nutz, big dick ♪

No, I'll come over
after shift.

No, not a problem.
Okay.

All right.
See you later.

♪ But Li'l Nutz
was crackin' ♪

So, S.I.D. just hit me back,

and the casings match
Mayate's gun.

Shocking.

People will say anything
when they are guilty.

You taught me that.

Mayate had his opportunity
to cooperate.

All this garbage he's spewing
now -- it's irrelevant.

Yeah, well, the serial numbers
were scratched off the gun,

so I had S.I.D. do
an acid test.

And the test revealed
the gun was booked into evidence

two years ago
by officers Ash and Jones.

Suspect traveling south
on Hobart in an orange trike.

Sherman in foot pursuit.

Okay, just wait right here.

My partner and I
are gonna, um...

Yeah?

Wait.

Police. Anybody home?

Parents at home?

Hello?

Sammy. Sammy.

It's a lot of dope
and some serious heat.

Whoever these belong to
is a heavy hitter.

Have a seat.

Oh, there she is --
my baby!

This is John Cooper.

Hi.
Nice to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.
Nice to meet you, too.

Not only is Adina
a good cook,

but she's also a great manager,
as well, huh?

Enjoy.

I forgot to tell you,
she's a little shy.

A-36 requesting a supervisor
at our location

and additional units.

Code 2.
Sammy -- Sammy, I got something.

Don't move.

What's up, Strokeface?

What y'all doing here,
Sammy?

Ain't it past your bedtime?

You know, I had heard that
you were out of prison.

Is this where you're staying?
Please tell me it is.

I don't know who place this is.
No?

My daughter up in there?

Yeah, she's in there.
She's eating lunch.

She's at the kitchen table,
like she lives there.

Why do they call you Strokeface,
anyway, huh?

'Cause his face is so ugly it
looks like he's having a stroke.

Yo, check it.
This NBK all day nigger

you and your girlfriend --
y'all can leave now.

No.

The guns and dope
inside of that house

belong to Los Angeles
police department.

So, I imagine
whoever's place it is...

Right there.
Right there.

...they're gonna be
in deep shit

with the people
that they do business with.

Shit everybody know L.A.P.D.
the biggest gang in the city.

That ain't no secret,
homes.

We should be watching you
like you be watching us.

Everybody knows you lied
on Dewain and the East Side G's.

You and your partner --

y'all ain't no good cops
nigger

- What the are you talking about?
- Shut the up.

Y'all some
crooked-ass cops. I said it.

Oh, yeah?

What the you know
about it?

Y'all trying to get consent
into somebody's house

from a 4-year-old?
Somebody's house?!

From a 4-year-old?!
Oh, it's your house?!

So now it's your house!

I ain't saying
nothing like that!

Is it your house?!
Up against the car, Strokeface!

Come on, man, back!
Up against the car!

Yo, yo, yo!
You heard me!

Up against the car!
Not another step.

- Not another step.
- Shut the up!

Y'all some lying-ass cops, man!
You better pray I don't find anything on you!

Come on, y'all come
from Orange county!

You
shut the up!

- All right. All right.
- you, bitch!

- You call me crooked?!
- you!

You gonna see how it feels,
homey,

when somebody violates
your spot,

come over to your house
uninvited.

What did you say to me?!
What did you say to me?

Are you threatening me,
mother are you threatening me?

I'll have you
in Pelican Bay so fast

you'll be sucking
by midnight.

Mother
crooked cop!

Yeah. What now?

Cuffed up? You hooked up,
mother

- So, can I get a kiss?
- No.

Come on.
Oh, that's right.

That's right.
No making out on the job.

All right, I get it.

We're always messing that up,
right?

I just -- you know,
I just wanted to see you.

So, you've seen me, Henry.

Okay. You know what?
You look good.

You look good.
You doing that yoga?

Then again, you, uh, always
took good care of yourself. Huh?

How are the kids?
Oh.

Now you want to ask
about the kids?

I'm not doing this.

It's been a year
and a half!

Has it been that long? I...

Felicia started cheerleading
in her school,

and I try to make it to
her games when I'm not working.

Rudy's birthday
was last month.

They keep asking about you,

and I never really know
what to say. - Look --

You brought
your partner here,

so I'm not gonna curse you out
in public,

but that doesn't change
anything.

I transferred from Harbor
to be closer to you guys.

So where have you been?!

We're doing fine
without you, Henry.

So just...stay away.

No.
No, don't...

Well?
Food was good.

Well,
I guess that's a compliment.

My wife was
really happy to meet you.

Yeah, is that so?

Yeah, now you got to meet
my kids.

My son -- he collects replica
police badges. He wants mine.

I told him, "nobody touches the
badge but me. I tell you what."

My family --
they're the only thing

that keeps me going,
you know?

That's why
on mornings like this,

when some asshole tries
to shoot me in the head,

I know I got people
to go home to.

Home-cooked meal to eat.

Must be nice.

That it is.

So, we good? Call me
if you've got any questions.

How about next time,
you feed your kid

instead of acting tough
in front of your homies, huh?

You just violated parole,
Strokeface.

Have a nice day.

He likes you.
You can just tell.

You all right?

Hey. You okay?

Calm down. Huh?

We keep making
busts like this,

they're gonna start calling us
Crockett and Tubbs.

We should hit up
Morley's, huh?

Beers are on me.

We don't deserve
pats on the back.

He's partly right.

This shit is gonna get tossed
because of an illegal search.

Are -- are you kidding me?

You got a problem
with this, too?!

We should be celebrating getting
guns and drugs off the street,

not giving a shit
how we get it done!

We don't fight fair.
We fight to win.

What the hell
are we winning?

you.

So, the dope was
recovered a year ago by narco,

and Ash was on the team.

He was subpoenaed to court.

Check out the dope
after the case went to trial.

It says he checked it
back into evidence.

Same weight.
Tested positive.

Thank you
for proving my point.

Now check out the chemist report
when the dope was booked.

Look at
the degree of purity.

Now check out
the report today.

The purity dropped.

Because he cut it.

But he left just enough
for a positive test

so when he checked it back in,
everybody overlooked it.

Lucky us.

Why isn't this
bothering you?

These guys are getting
all this credit

for busting
a major drug dealer

when all they wanted to do
was take his place.

Now you get to be
cop of the year.

Congratulations.

What is your problem?

I'm just wondering if you
ever thought for two seconds

about the consequences.

Us exposing cops
makes both of us look bad.

We look like the kind of guys
who would rather

do a perp walk with cops
than with the assholes.

You want to be those guys?

Let I.A. go after
these asshole cops.

We do not have to be
the ones that do it.

First of all, I don't care
what other cops think about me.

My point exactly.
It's my point exactly, Lydia.

Damn!

I got a wife and kids
to go home to.

And these cops are responsible
for another cop losing his kid!

All right, you know what?

You don't want to go through
with this, that's fine

'cause I'm capable of doing this
on my own.

Maybe I should get a partner
who wants to go the distance.

I ain't surprised
to hear that.

I passed the expiration date
with you, anyway, huh?

You know, you're gonna say

that this is about Hill's kid
or the job.

But it's not.

It is about you...using the job
to buy time

to get away
from your own life.

It's real easy
to be a good cop

when you feel like you ain't
got shit to go home to.

Wow.

We've been here already.

We've been
to Popeye's mama's house,

his baby-mama's house,
his side-squeeze's house,

his favorite strip club.

This guy is incog-negro.

But it won't hurt
to double back, right?

Bingo.

Son of a bitch.

Hands in the air.

Down on your knees.
You know the drill.

I thought y'all left
after the funeral.

You and Felix go way back.

I figured there's no way

you're not gonna come back
and say goodbye.

Me and him --

we came up from
three generations of hustlers.

Father and grandfather.

Your mom must be
very proud.

She is.

Congratulations
on being a murderer, dipshit

I know I had choices.

I could have gone
to college.

I could have played ball.

I used to be able to throw
a spiral 60 yards.

I could have earned that money,
got married, had kids.

Yeah, so why didn't you?

Eventually, I'd have
that shit up.

I'd have lost the money,
I'd have lost the family,

did some dirt,
wind up in jail.

So what's the point?

I'm just tired, man.

I'm tired of all of it.

Turned the case in
to I.A.

Yeah.

Don't think I forgot

all that stuff you said earlier.
Right.

All right, damn.

You know, you really have a bad
habit of pushing people away.

For the record...

I ain't going nowhere.

Hey! What happened?!

What happened?!
Talk to me!

Talk to me!

Where's Nate?!
Ohh!

Nate!

Baby, help me. I got no idea
what I'm doing here.

Oh, gosh.
What about my nice dinner?

This is me cooking you dinner,
you know?

Mm.

He give me a second, okay?

What?
Where are you going?

Keep working. I'm hungry.
Baby?

Moco, what the hell
are you doing, man?

What are you doing here?

I didn't know
what to do, man!

- Keep your voice down!
- that shit!

I got what you asked for!
Here's the tape.

You said nobody
was gonna be in there.

Man!

What the happened?

Oh, my God.

Lydia. Hey.
What are you...?

I just thought
I'd stop by.

I wasn't sure
if you'd be here, but...

Same diner,
same evening coffee,

same Russell Clarke.

Just had
the urge to see you.

Great.

It's good to see you.

How are you?

I'm good.

I'm good.

How you doing, Russell?
Oh, you know?

Hey, you.
Hey.

Come on in.

You, uh, you want
a glass of wine or something?

Sure.
Yeah? Okay.

You can sit down
if you like, or...

How'd it go?

Fine.

I went next door,
told him I was a cop.

Okay.

Told him
a generator running...24-7

could only mean
a few things.

My guess -- marijuana farm.

What did he say?
Not much.

I politely asked him to
cease his activities immediately

or he was gonna find me
on his doorstep again,

this time in uniform,
and not asking so nicely.

You are amazing.
Thank you.

It's not the only reason
I stopped by.

I have been...
thinking a lot lately.

A while back,
you wanted a baby.

I've given it some thought.

I think we're compatible...

Not romantically, of course,
but in many other ways.

I want to make it work.

I'll cut back on my hours.

We can coordinate
our schedules.

The thought of it
makes me happy.

And that lets me know
I'm ready.

Sammy?!

Sammy?!

Sammy.
Is he okay?

Is Nate okay?
Holy shit Sammy.

I found him in the closet.
He's crying.

They could have killed him.

I'm gonna put him down.
Okay.

Shit

NBK.
What?!

NBK.
It's Strokeface's crew.

We're just lucky
Nate's okay.

No, they're lucky!

They're lucky!

Babysitter --
they roughed her up.

She's on her way
to the hospital.

Stitches to the head.
Shit

security detail's
on its way.

Sammy, Sammy,
if you need anything.

If you need a place to stay,
I got you.

I got you.

These assholes
violated my house!

My house!
They stole my shit

they stole -- they even took
his piggy bank.

My house!

I'm not going anywhere.

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