All language subtitles for Southland S03E07 Sideways 1080p HMAX WEB-DL DD 5 1 H 264-FLUX (1)_track3_[eng]

[instrumental music]

(man on radio)
'Suspect just turned,
westbound
on Selma from Cahuenga.'

(man on radio)
'Air-three, what's the speed
of the suspect's vehicle'

'and what are the conditions?'

No, no, no, do not call off

'this fucking chase!'

Clear!

(man on radio)
'70, 75. Traffic's moderate,
non-residential.'

A-43, show us
as a secondary unit in
pursuit.

(man on radio)
'Approaching a no-fly zone.
Gotta back off.'

- 'Primary unit, you have
it.'
- We got this fucker!

Clear. We're clear.

A35, suspect heading

'northbound now, Schrader.'

We got this son of a bitch.

[siren blaring]

Clear!

Dewey!

(male narrator)
Even when cops do
everything right

things can still go sideways.

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

(Russell)
'Hold on, hold on.'

'You of all people,
will you please pull over?'

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

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

"got leaked to TMZ
remains a mystery.

"But secret sources tell us
they were snapped

"with Detective Adams'
cell phone.

"Doesn't take a genius.

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

- Who reads this shit anyway?
- 'Are you kidding me?'

(Lydia)
'It's LA. Who doesn't?'

Well, at least
the department doesn't care.

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

Yeah, and the dead guy
will probably

have one of these in his pocket.

(Russell)
'What happened
to Lydia the optimist?'

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

'You think
Fernandez is gonna fight for
me'

'with IA
breathing down her neck?'

Look, I mean,
you answered their questions.

'Okay, you showed 'em
your bank accounts.'

There's no proof
that you got paid.

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

where you put the photos.

So there's no proof
that you leaked them.

I mean, It's gonna be okay.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

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

(Petey)
'I can't find my shoes.'

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

- W-we were just horsing
around.
- God, it doesn't stop.

'I guess these two
are gonna fix the fence'

'and maybe the sprinklers?'

Everybody wants to help out.

[indistinct chatter]

You promised me to my face
at the last community meeting

that you'd get that thing
hauled away.

[speaking in foreign language]

But still one month later

my kids got to watch guys
pissing in the alley

and strawberries
turning tricks.

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

More cops. Just like clockwork.

'You gonna pass the buck, too?'

''Cause he just keeps on
telling me'

'and somehow,
that thing's still here.'

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

Ah, still, sucks that her
kids
got to see this.

Hey, you know what sucks is
we get the gun, the big stick

and they think
we have all the power.

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

That's what sucks.

- Hey, how you doing?
- Good.

- What's up?
- Good. Yeah. Hang on a second.

You guys raided this
house
and this trailer

about two months ago, right?

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

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

- Yeah, that's the word.
- 'That's the word.'

(John)
'So what's up with the
trailer?'

'You guys having trouble
getting that cleared?'

It's not our call, man.

We're still waiting
on paperwork.

Till then it's private property.

'Oh, private property,
so you guys'

got yourselves a
warrant,
then, right?

You mind
if I take a look at
that?

See, here's my problem, fellas.

You got yourself
a little felony bus stop
here.

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

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

Excuse us.

We're done, huh?

What the hell, Sal?

A double murder on Vermont,
and you give it

to Faloona and Mills?
I'm next in the
rotation.

- I took you out.
- Why?

Because some BSS asshole
doesn't want me riding
alone?

You're listening
to these people?

The shrink I talked
to
for ten minutes

he doesn't know
shit
about being a cop.

Sit down.

He probably hasn't been
south
of the ten.

Listen to me.

Some good cops
came in last night

and brought in a suspect
in Nate's murder.

Shit.

So..

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

They did,
but came up with
nothing.

Nothing, noth-nothing? No
blood?
Nothing on his clothes?

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

[sighs]
Look, all they really
got
is a snitch

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

Not much of a witness, you know?

Well, when can I ID him?

They're putting
together
a six-pack

so it's just gonna
take
an extra beat.

Sammy, we gotta make this thing
squeaky clean.

You understand?

Hey, the varsity team.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Alright,
so far we got 10 shell
casings

22s and 38s.

- And this guy was the target?
- No, doesn't look to be.

I got a witness over there
who says that these two
assholes

went after each other.
Bang, bang, bang. They get
away.

And this poor guy gets caught
in the crossfire.

No wedding band, no tats.
I hate these.

You get a statement from him?

Yeah, started to,
but then you guys came.

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

- Yeah. You take the body?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey, Mr. Watts, how you
doing?
I'm Detective Adams.

- Hi. Good to meet you.
- Yeah.

- You sure you're okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just, uh,
when the shooting started

I dove between two cars.

Guess I just, I don't know,
banged my head.

Well, you should let
the paramedics check you
out.

You could have a concussion.

I'd be surprised
if that were true.

I'm told I'm very hardheaded.

So what exactly happened?

Ah, well, came out of there
with some groceries

saw two guys arguing,
next thing I know

they're pulling out guns.
I mean, it was, it was nuts.

They started shooting at each
other from like, ten feet
apart.

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

You think you can ID the guys?

I certainly could try.

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

Um, let them check you out,
okay?

Yeah. Okay, okay.
Maybe they should.

(Munoz)
'Hey, Adams.'

We think you're a lot
hotter
in person.

- If you don't mind us
saying.
- Munoz. Come on.

Isn't there something else
you could be doing?

- Like traffic control maybe?
- 'Oh!'

(Munoz)
'Lydia, we don't think
you did it.'

Hey. What's going on?

(male #1)
'This man doesn't have
a concussion.'

He has a bullet in his head.

No, ma'am, wh..

you told me that the house
and the trailer

were both gonna be cleared..

Ma'am..

Okay.

Well, you got my number. Thanks.

And we wonder
why people go
postal.

Great. Now this.

[indistinct yelling]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

[indistinct yelling]

- Alright!
- Stop it right now! Stop
it!

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

What are we teaching them?
Share and share alike.

They don't got that in Armenia?

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

That's fine! You work it out.

Just switch off days
or something.

- You guys can do that,
right?
- Fine.

- I'll take the weekends.
- Fuck you.

- You stupid terrorist.
- Terrorist?

See, this is what
I'm talking about.

- Alright, alright, alright.
- Hook him up. Hook him up.

(male #2)
'He's selling guns to kids.
Look. And I'm the terrorist?'

You know what? I need sugar.

You?

Hey, everybody!
It's your lucky day!

Free ice cream, courtesy of the
Los Angeles Police Department.

There you go, buddy.
Have a bomb pop.

And furthermore,
the investigating officers

are deliberately not present

nor have their identities been
made known to Detective Bryant.

'Taking every precaution,
this six-pack ID'

'will be handled
by Detective Olati Johnson'

'of the domestic violence
table.'

'She has no knowledge
of the case.'

'Olati?'

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

the person responsible
for Nate Moretta's
murder.

If you understand this
and the rest of the
admonitions

'please sign here.'

Do you see anyone
you recognize?

Take your time, Sammy.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

[Sammy breathing heavily]

You alright?

I saw his face, Sal. I just..

- I just needed some air.
- Alright.

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

We'll go back in, alright?

Tomorrow.

I need a day.

Sammy, you're not sure, are you?

I just said I saw him. I just..

It's just harder
than I expected.

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

Without an ID,
we might have to kick him.

Can't we just stall?

We do it all the time for shit

that doesn't even matter.

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

[sighs]

Alright.
I'll do what I can, alright?

I need you to focus.
We need this, Sammy, alright?

[breathing
heavily]
Yeah.

We went lights and sirens
for this?

Dude, are you kidding me, man?
I had to get you here..

Before the coroner
moved the body. Check this out.

You know how they always say
TV kills brain cells?

- Voila.
- You gotta be shitting me.

(Ben)
What the hell happened?

(Dewey)
'Here, let me clue you in,
Sherlock.'

'Pussy Galore over there said
that he liked to do it'

while watching porn.

He also liked the bottom.

So he mounted the TV up there

pulled it out
over the top of
them

but I guess he wasn't too handy

'because he used
the wrong screws.'

(Ben)
'Where was she
when this happened?'

She said it missed her head
by an inch.

I always say,
blow jobs can save lives.

[laughs]

Hey. How you doing?

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

I guess the answer's good.

[chuckles]
They said
if you're feeling up to it

that we can ask you
a couple of questions.

That'll distract
me.
Please shoot.

I mean..

- You're an artist?
- Uh, computer graphics
mostly.

You know, I gotta eat.

But every now and
then
I go old-school.

Nothing like a pencil and pad.

This what you wanna know?

Wow. That's amazing.

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

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

And they were dressed like
this?
Wife-beaters and bling?

Yeah. One of them
wore an Angels
cap.

This is amazing.
Did either of them have a car?

Not that I saw.

[knocking on door]

Hey. Hi.
Um, doc wants to see us a sec.

Okay.

I think we're about to get the

leave-him-alone-
and-let-him-rest speech.

Ah, before neurosurgery?
Probably smart.

(Lydia)
'Is there anyone
I can call for you?'

Oh, uh, my fiancee's in Rome
for work.

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

Good. I'll be back in a bit.

I'd get what you need from him
as soon as possible.

Yeah, I was kind of
trying to do that.

He doesn't have long, okay?

I'm just giving you
the heads-up.

- What?
- The bullet entered the
skull.

And settled posterior
of the optic chiasm.

He's got increasing
intracranial
pressure.

- In English.
- 'The thing is small.'

'And really deep in his brain.'

Any operation to remove it

will most likely kill him.

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

- He seems fine.
- That's not gonna last.

- Well, are you gonna tell
him?
- Not yet.

We're waiting on Keith
Black,
the top guy at Cedars

to take a look at his scans.

Maybe he'll have
a different take

but I doubt it.

Sorry. I got to go.

Um, Fernandez wants us back now.

Oh. Of course she does.

It's not just you, okay?

You, those RHD guys

and the six patrol officers
that were first on the scene

are now suspended from duty.

You've been assigned home

pending
an internal investigation.

- 'Are we getting paid?'
- With all benefits.

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

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

Am I supposed to just sit
home
and do nothing?

Assigned home means
that during working
hours

you are to stay at home.

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

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

You have my cell phone number.
You can reach me.

Oh, no. You took my cell phone.

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

Oh, I'm really worried now.

What's up?

Pulled a traffic warrant on him.

It's bullshit

but it'll hold him
till tomorrow.

His attorney saw the video
of your six-pack ID.

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

Good.

Better than looking
at mug shots, you know?

'The asshole's standing
right in front of me.'

Yeah.

'Get a good night's sleep,
alright?'

'The lineup's tomorrow, 0900.'

[sighs]
Alright.

So, the doctor
read you the riot
act?

- Yes, but I charmed her.
- 'Oh.'

The, uh, nurses brought
me
some art supplies

up from the kids' ward.

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

Definitely, yeah.

'Everybody seems
really optimistic.'

'You know, they got
this famous neurosurgeon'

coming in to review my CAT scan.

Then they're gonna settle
on what to do.

Surgery's tricky, obviously.

Well, they just wanna
do
their homework.

- Look, uh, Mr. Watts.
- Henry.

Henry. About the case--

Oh, yeah, um, I remembered.

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

Leon, Dion, something like that.

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

There'll be two new detectives

and they'll be
coming around soon.

Oh. I see.

You're that Detective Adams.

Lydia, I guess.

Yes. My fame precedes me.

Ah. I saw it on TV.

(Lydia)
'On an endless loop?'

So did you leak the photos?

No.

I believe you.

Thanks.

- I appreciate it.
- 'Mm-hmm.'

(Henry)
'So I guess
you're gonna be going'

'now that you're, you know,
off the case?'

Uh, I'm gonna stay a bit

and brief the detectives
when they get here.

Yeah, well, might as well.
Avoid the paparazzi?

- 'Hm. That, too.'
- Yeah.

And listen, um..

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

could you, um..

...could you let her know
our dogs are with the
neighbors?

Or could you get
the, uh, detectives to tell
her?

(Lydia)
'Sure, sure, sure.'

'I will make sure
she gets the message.'

I'm feeling, um, kind of tired.

You know,
I'm gonna try and catch a nap.

(Lydia)
'Okay. I'll check in in a
bit.'

Yeah.

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

I called three times today.

I've spoken
to five different clerks.

(Dewey)
'Sure as shit,
the windows are blacked out.'

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

...around on the inside.

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

This frickin' vulture
comes flying out

with an ear
hanging in its beak.

I look inside, and the guy
just blew his head off.

- With a 12-gauge.
- How'd the bird get in
there?

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

- It scared the shit out of
me.
- Shit.

(Chickie)
'Shit, beats the hell
out of mine.'

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

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

The extra pressure
caused a heart attack.

I heard it a million times.

Speaking of shotguns,
you heard this one?

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

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

They find this dead guy, right?

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

shards of mirror
sticking out of his stomach

'his neck, his face.'

I got this. I got this.

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

He killed himself
with his legs up in the air.

He's got a pencil
through his toes

crossed through
the trigger guard.

He pulls the trigger
with his feet.

The recoil of the gun
kicks it up into the
ceiling

smashing the mirror. Am I close?

- Huh? I heard that one, man.
- Well..

You're gonna have to try
a little bit harder.

'But I'll still buy
your dirty-ass lunch.'

- 'What?'
- Shit. She just hung up on
me.

Why do you even care, man?

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

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

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

Trust me, I am this close.

- Mm-hmm?
- Nozick and Chavez?

Left them three voicemails

and neither one of them
called me back.

Yeah, they're working
a stabbing in Lynwood

um, probably got
their hands full.

Yeah, but this is priority.

The witness may not last.

It's not your case now.

Why are you making it
harder
for yourself?

'Cause it's not just about me

and I don't wanna see them
screw this up.

Um, Fernandez told the captain
that you weren't gonna go home.

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

(Lydia)
So she sent you here
to convince me?

Well, her language
was a bit stronger.

Yeah, well, snap a picture

and leak her a photo of this.

[chuckles]
Thought you might feel that
way.

I cannot believe
this is happening, Russ.

All my hard work, my rep.

It's all gonna crap now.

Leak cases are hard to prove.

Once the dog-and-pony
show's over

everything will settle down.

So you just got to wait it out.

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

'Go through all of this
with me?'

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

Yeah, but I don't trust
anybody else.

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

Yeah, but you've got my back.

Of course.

[chuckles
]
Okay.

It's late.

Yeah, just about done here.

- You been coming around a lot.
- 'You know, doing what I can.'

(Stiles)
'Just trying to help her
out,
you know?'

Is that all you wanna do,
help her?

What'd you say?

You heard what I said.

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

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

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

so I suggest
you keep your mouth
shut.

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

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

Nate was my
partner,
I'm looking after

his family
the way he would've
wanted.

- Yeah?
- You got that?

- Yeah.
- Is that clear to you?

- Yeah.
- Get the fuck out of here.

You know what?
You need to get some help.

- Do I?
- Yeah.

- See ya.
- Yeah.

[sighs]

Shit.

(female #1)
'It's called trephination'

or burr holes
to relieve the pressure.

But, okay, but if you're
gonna
drill in my head

why not just dig the bullet out?

You're still
bleeding,
Mr. Watts.

This has to happen now.

Then we can pursue our options.

- Like what?
- Dr. Bernheimer..

- Will be talking to you.
- No. Why can't you tell me?

And what about the guy
at Cedars?

'We're all still
reviewing things.'

'Please lie back.'

All asleep.
Pretty amazing, actually.

Well, you're good with kids,
Sammy.

I don't know about that,
I think they just sense

that I'm one of them.

You went at Stiles pretty good
back there.

Oh.

I thought
you were gonna deck him.

That, I'm sorry.

- I'm an idiot.
- No.

I'm sure you're just stressed
about the lineup tomorrow.

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

Well, if I recognize him..

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

And...if I do,
we're gonna take him
down.

I promise.

What are we doing, Sammy?

- Hey, buddy.
- I'm thirsty.

Okay, baby, I'll get you water.

So you're gonna be my dad now?

Okay. Come on. Let's go inside.

[engine revving]

[birds chirping]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey.

If you want me to come
back,
I can.

No. Come in.

They, um, they tell you about..

I got..

...two new holes..

...in my head.

Ease the pressure, I guess.

Beyond that, I don't know.

'Seems like
no one wants to operate.'

'Or no one knows how.'

'You heard about Jessica?'

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

(Henry)
'Yeah, I know.'

You know what she does
for a living?

Writes children's books.

Really good ones
about a lizard named Fig.

- You have any kids?
- No.

Then you probably never heard
of a lizard named Fig.

It's really good.

It's how we met.

I did, uh, the illustrations
for her second book.

'And, uh, well, we just..'

'...fell in love.'

Just jumped right into it.

Still can't believe
how lucky I got.

What would you do..

...if you were me?

Would you go under the knife

'for the one-percent chance
at living'

or would you try to hold out..

...for a chance to say goodbye?

Oh, I don't..

I-I..

- I was in love once.
- Yeah?

Yeah, it was
my second training
officer

when I just joined
the force, and..

He was married with kids.

And when he decided
to leave his wife

things got ugly real fast.

What happened?

We figured it out.

We figured out a way
to be together.

And then he was killed
on the job.

It's a shootout
at an auto-parts store.

It was senseless, but..

...but I had been reassigned.

So I wasn't there
to say goodbye.

And that..

If you love her..

...hold out.

That'd be my answer. Yeah.

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

Don't, don't.

Please.

[Henry chuckles]

[sighs]

(Jacoby)
'This was set for 9 o'clock.
It's now going on 11:00.'

I don't work here, sir,
you're
gonna have to take that
up

with the sheriff's department.

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

with my client's traffic warrant

were a direct result
of your stalling.

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

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

Thank you.

So we good to go?

(Sal)
'Sammy?'

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Detective Bryant,
do you recognize

'any of the individuals
standing before you?'

You know,
right before he hit Nate

'he said, um,
"Toma pinche puto."'

Could I have number two, three
repeat that for me?

Number two,
take one step forward

and say, "Toma pinche puto."

- Toma pinche puto.
- 'Step back.'

(male #3)
'Okay, now number three.'

Toma pinche puto.

It was..

Can six take his hand
out of his pocket?

(male #3)
'Number six, take your hand
out of your pocket.'

Three.

Number three.

You're saying
you recognize number three?

It's number three.

- Okay, we're done.
- Number two.

Number two. I meant number two.

It's number two. Okay?

'Let's go.'

Number two is an inmate here,
Sammy.

He got extra food
for standing in the lineup.

[scoffs]

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

Thank you. No. Yeah.
Okay, you, too.

Well, good news.

Uh, some desk jockey
just forgot to sign a form

so they moved the, uh,
crack trailer this morning.

(Ben)
'Alright.'

So now we're going
to double-check.

Well, you trust anything
the city tells you?

No.

(Chickie)
'Geez, that sucks.'

Okay, bye.

Nate Moretta,
that cop who got murdered?

His partner picked the wrong
guy
in a lineup.

Ouch!
Notify the suicide hotline.

- 'Dewey.'
- I'm just saying, man.

You know how it is. They're
gonna be watching his ass.

(man on radio)
'All units and A-35,
211 in progress, 1-6-2-0
Fuega.'

Light them up.

[siren blaring]

- Freeze!
- Drop the knife!

Drop it!

Follow me in the car!

[tires screeching]

[siren blaring]

No.

Stop! Stop right now!

That's it.

[indistinct chatter]

- I'm gonna borrow this.
- 'Hey, jag-off.'

- Not rampart?
- You're learning.

Give me a hand.

[speaking in foreign language]

(Chickie)
'Stop!'

[siren blaring]

- 'He's getting in a car.'
- Right behind you, partner.

(Chickie)
Gold Ford!
License plate Victor-4-7!

- Go!
- Go!

Alright.

Gracias, amigo.

- Gracias.
- Yeah.

Yeah, this is John Cooper

with the Los Angeles
Police Department.

Yeah, how you doing?
I got a-a abandoned vehicle.

Blocking the alley
behind 226 Vernon.

Yeah. Alright, I appreciate it.

(Chickie on radio)
'A-35, we're in pursuit
of a gold Ford Contour'

'now westbound
on Florence and Brighton.'

A-43, show us en route to back.

[siren blaring]

(man on radio)
'Suspect just turned,
westbound
on Selma from Cahuenga.'

(man on radio)
'Air-three, what's the speed
of the suspect's vehicle'

'and what are the conditions?'

No, no, no, do not call off

'this fucking chase!'

Clear!

(man on radio)
'70, 75. Traffic's moderate,
non-residential.'

A-43, show us
as a secondary unit in
pursuit.

(man on radio)
'Approaching a no-fly zone.
Gotta back off.'

- 'Primary unit, you have
it.'
- We got this fucker!

Clear. We're clear.

A-35, suspect heading

northbound now, Schrader.

We got this son of a bitch.

[siren blaring]

Clear!

- Dewey!
- Goddamn!

Goddamn! Fuck! Fuck!

- Damn it. We gotta keep
going.
- Jesus.

Woman down..

She just came out of nowhere!
Shit!

[crashing]

[siren blaring]

Hey! Freeze!
Show your hands! Now!

- Get your hands up! Now!
- Get your hands out of the
car!

- 'Put your hands up!'
- Let's go! Hands up now!

A-43, show us code 6,
corner of Yucca and Argyle.

Does she have a pulse?

[panting]
Oh, God. Oh, God!

Fuck! Goddammit! Goddammit!

One, two..

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

- I got him.
- 'Alright. We got two
pinned.'

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

'No. I can't move my legs!'

(John)
'Okay. It's okay.'

...19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

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

She's dead.

[Chickie panting]

[engine revving]

Uh..

[groans]
Eggs.

Can I get you something?

No, I forgot them at the store.

How could you forget that?

I mean, ain't,
weren't they on your list?

Yeah, I know. Yeah, but..

- Yeah, but--
- Henry.

- Oh, God, baby.
- Jessica.

- How do you feel?
- Jess.

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

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

So..

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

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

Look, what happened was tragic,
alright?

But we do
what we are supposed
to.

We lost air support.
We were primary.

It was my
responsibility.
I could have called it
off.

She stepped
right in front of you.

There were sirens,
lights flashing.

You know the funniest
part?
I wasn't gonna be a cop.

I was just gonna surf.

I don't know. Bartend.

But then getting
pregnant,
my marriage blowing up..

Yeah, I had a kid.

I needed a job.

That was all
this was supposed to be.

How many surfers
run toward gunfire?

Hm? How many?

Teachers, bartenders

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

No.

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

I-I got to go pick up Tristan.

If not you, who?

Who, Chickie?

Who deserves
to be wearing that uniform?

Um, detective?

She was right there with him
when he died.

- I knew you'd wanna know.
- Thanks.

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

It was, it was beautiful.

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

I just made that up,
actually.
I just..

Just, um, wanted to give him
strength, you know?

Really? It felt so honest,
heartfelt and--

Cops. Good storytellers.

[sniffles]

[knocking on door]

[sighs]

We agreed
that you would not come here.

I got no place to go.

[scoffs]

Well, you can't stay here.
Jesus!

Well, what? What is it?

[sighs]
I fucked up.

Everything I touch..

Everything just turns to shit.

- Everything.
- 'Wha..'

What, what did you do?

It's what I didn't..

It's what I couldn't..

It's what I couldn't do.

- 'Hey, hey.'
- I couldn't.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Sammy. Sammy.

[sobbing]

Oh, come on.

Sammy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How you doing?
- You came to check on me.

Come on. I need a drink.

You alright?

Have you, um...heard the news
at all lately?

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

[scoffs]
Yeah, man.

I guess when it rains, it pours.

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

High-speed chase.
She just walked into
traffic.

Yeah, I heard that.

And now I'm about to lose my job

for leaking
photos
of a dead
celebrity.

'All these years
of being a good cop'

'and that's my Google hit.'

- Lydia.
- 'No, it's gonna happen,
Russ.'

(Lydia)
'I can feel it.'

Just all the rage I
feel,
you know?

Just, I'm up all night.

Who could do this?
Not just to me, but to
us.

[Lydia sighs]

- I did.
- 'Tsk.'

'Come on, Russ. It's not funny.'

I, uh, gave them
a couple of photos

and they paid me
half a million bucks.

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

I mean...scrape by
on disability

if they even gave it to me?

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

'If I'd known that the
photos
were from your phone'

'I wouldn't have done it.'

'I just told Fernandez
an hour ago'

'got my ass reamed
by the chief.'

'Took 'em all of a minute
to fire me.'

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

Did it for the money?

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

It looked like
that asshole actor

chopped his girlfriend's
head off.

I mean, especially celebrities

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

You know, the public has to know

when vicious shit like that
goes down.

He was innocent.

He shot himself.

I know.
I couldn't have predicted
that.

But the bottom line is,
I'm sorry.

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

And I wish..

I should've told you sooner.
That was wrong.

I-I don't even know you.

- Lydia.
- I don't even know you, dude.

(Russell)
Lydia, please.

'Come on. Lydia!'

[door slams]

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