All language subtitles for pacifc.blue_s04e22_the_right_thing

As you all know, in the last 12 months,
our seaside paradise has been torn by

gang warfare.

Only one man could have put a stop to
the violence.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you John
Patron.

Today is a day of reason, a day of
sanity,

a day of peace.

The long nightmare of gang violence
which has kept our doors locked and

from dusk till dawn has ended.

Today, we can all return to the
sunlight.

After weeks of intense anger and heated
discussion, after weeks of high emotion,

these young leaders and I have announced
the end.

The end.

To the shooting wars which have painted
our streets with the blood of innocents.

Who is he with us?

Is he the man or what?

Yeah, almost too good to be true.

Look, you can check out his speech
tonight on the news. For now, you should

watch the crowd.

Today, the rollers and the

VCs fight no more.

Allow me to answer your first question
before it is even asked.

Why will this treaty last when others
have not?

Because this treaty was not handed down
from police headquarters or city

hall.

No, this treaty, this peace, was offered
up from the streets.

These young leaders,

have hammered out their own accord.

They have traded.

They have sacrificed.

Ranger strictly report.

You got nothing, Lieutenant.

Zero.

It was for me. Take a

look around.

Just another day in LA.

Before they leave, anybody,

please see it's free.

Stop it.

One is down, just another day.

Sam, Sam, which one of you stepped on
our man?

Your man? It wasn't nobody's man. You
set this up. Come on. Come on. Back off.

Back off.

Come on.

Stay back, all right? We got problems
here. None of this is tough, but I need

your help. Help you? Help me make sure
nobody else gets shot here today.

All right, come on. Just take it and go.
Just take it and go. Everybody out now.

Sam, I'm going to see you.

It doesn't look awful.

You did your best, man.

Sir?

Sir, please!

Would you hire me, Mr. Plana?

I'd like to notify John's wife before
she turns on the television.

Do you know who fired the shot?

He had more enemies than he did friends.

He had a lot of friends.

John spent 10 years speaking out against
the evils of the city.

What better way to ensure an early
death?

Well, you don't seem too broken up about
it. We all die.

The work goes on. You being his second
in command, it's only natural that you

would step into his shoes.

Don't tell me. That makes me a man with
a motive, right?

Good day, officer.

Why would anybody do that?

John Patron was a hero.

Yeah, and he got what heroes get.

Hey, man, you spoke for the radio, for
the farm workers, for the illegals, for

me, where no one else could. Why don't
you show some respect?

Sorry.

Voila. Take number one.

30 -odd thick.

What's that tell you?

Our shooter likes to hunt.

Andy's no gangbanger. They go for
handguns and assault weapons.

Hey, I wrote a ticket before the speech
for a beige pickup truck with a gun

rack. Wait a minute. I saw that truck
from the rooftop leaving the scene.

In a hurry?

No, slowly, like nothing was wrong.

Here it is.

Run the ticket.

I never saw the new parking notice.

It was today only for the press
conference.

Did you restore this?

From the rubber up.

You mind? No.

47 Indian.

So what, you guys want me to pay this
fine right now or something?

Why were you at the press conference?

Are you kidding?

This gang war has been a hell of my
business. I wanted to see that truth

own eye.

Innocent spectator, huh?

I guess.

When I noticed the ticket, I figured I
better move my truck before I got towed.

By the time I got back, all hell had
broken loose. So you missed the whole

thing? Yeah, can you believe it?

Did you guys catch that guy yet?

Well, that's sort of why we're here.

Can anybody confirm your story, Mr.
Best?

Sorry, I was all alone.

Look, other than that, I... I do
something wrong?

Why'd you have to be such a butthead?

It's called questioning a murder
suspect.

Oh, he's no killer. You're wrong. You
see his tattoo?

The eagle?

So he's an ex -biker. Ex -soldier.

I've seen it before. It's Special Forces
Gulf War.

You want to bet he was a sniper?

Oh, you just want someone to swing for
your hero patrone and you'll take

Not true.

Yeah? You better be sure.

Father Crane, you're my best hope.

This neighborhood's like a powder keg.

Gangs, they listen to you.

Only when it serves them.

By own breath, they want a gang
scapegoat for this murder. But to me,

doesn't make any sense.

Why?

There were plenty on both sides who
hated Patron's peace treaty.

In that case, why don't you give me
their names?

Not from me, TC.

You know better.

Father, a good man is dead.

A man, anyway.

What?

John Patron could be very effective, but
his tactics left a lot to be desired.

I thought everybody loved this guy.

Obviously not everybody.

You know who killed him, don't you?

Now that was a fine piece of police
work.

He'll talk when he's ready.

If I subpoena him, he'll just claim a
priest's confidentiality. Oh, God, how

quaint. People still go to confession?

You should try it sometime.

I'd be a week in the box.

Maybe two.

What are you doing here, Susan?

Just making my usual rounds.

Your rounds are becoming more frequent.

I thought we had enough pressure on us,
but now I guess IA wants to get in the

game. Not at all. To tell the truth,
there were no tears downtown over this

murder. Oh, get out of here.

Well, none of us are going to claim
credit for killing Patron, but some of

wish we could.

I thought this guy had a clean rep.

Keep investigating.

You might learn something.

Like what?

Your case, Lieutenant.

I ordered extra flat gear for tonight.
TC expects a range war between the VCs

and the rollers.

I canceled all leads, doubled all
shifts.

It's just too quiet out there.

Funny. Quiet used to be a good thing.

What the hell?

Oh, my God. Is that Bobby?

Come on.

Some kind of warning?

I think it's an announcement.

Marquis. From whom?

Cannon Boy.

Cannon Boy?

What the hell with Cannon Boy?

Talent system's excellent.

Yeah, but we better get going. You
almost hit the top.

Almost? You mean I missed him?

Oh, Stuart, they're coming. Let's go.

I gotta work on my targeting. Stuart.

Yo, Eddie.

Listen, man.

We gotta know. You guys planning a party
tonight?

No more than any other night.

You think John Patron wanted a bloodbath
in his honor?

He made sure we could defend ourselves.

What?

What do you mean, made sure? The man
armed us up to make sure we could stand

against the brothers.

John Patron gave you a weapon?

Nobody gives anybody weapons, man.

You're lying.

Yeah, whatever.

The man protected his homeboys, got cash
for his kitchens and his clinics all at

the same time.

Easy.

Easy. Breathe.

Breathe.

Look, man, let me teach you what's right
about this guy.

Come here, Rhonda.

Man, I gotta go. If we're questioning
you, do you want us to search you also?

I ain't even doing nothing. You know,
you owe me a favor for when I let you

on that liquor store.

Is your set going to war tonight?

Damn straight. Somebody going to pay for
Patron?

Patron is Latina. Why would the rollers
kill brown on brown?

Brown on green, more like it. So what
you're saying is somebody paid for it?

You better answer the question unless
your pockets are 100 % perfectly clean.

Look, if you was the roller and you knew
all our money came from dealing rock

for Patron, wouldn't you cut the
pipeline?

He was a drug dealer, too?

Oh, keep it down.

I can't believe this.

I'm sorry, Bobby.

I know you looked up to him.

Get over it, Cruz.

Oh, gee, you're sensitive.

We busted tail all day and went
backwards. Unless you managed to track

parking ticket.

Well, we did, but it didn't pan out.

Really? Well, I cross -checked Bruce
Best for firearm permits, and, well,

what kind of rifle he bought last May?

A .30 -06?

I think it's supposed to be Russ. Corey
thinks it's Bobby.

It's Bobby.

Kid never met Granger.

So you agree it's Cannon Boy?

No question.

What a time for him to surface.

Well, I'm sure it's intentional. I mean,
if he watches the news, he can see that

we're spread thin.

Who is this kid, anyway?

Well, he first showed up last summer as
a public news since you were working

homicide. He built some kind of cannon,
shot potatoes.

Then coconuts, then watermelon.

And now people.

God only knows.

God and Cannon Boy.

Centinella and West Lawn.

They didn't waste much time.

Ain't gonna happen, boys.

Weapons out.

Now! Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

Keep your hands where I can see them.

You could open up a door, Eddie.

Go ahead and book me, man. You can only
guess how many cars we're going to have

out tonight.

This city's on fire, baby. And it's your
fault, man.

Because you know that junk, Patron.

It's right in front of you, man.

It's uncomfortable.

My partner got better looking.

Yeah.

Hey, Jay, why don't you take it?

Mr. Best, did you purchase a .30 -06
last May at Bowers?

Sure did.

It's a real beaut.

Can we see the weapon, please?

I'd love to show her to you, but I
can't.

She was stolen.

Stolen?

Yeah.

Last month, someone broke into my
pickup.

She had a gun, some other stuff.

Did you report it to the police?

Let me ask you a question.

Was John Patron shot with a .30 -06?

Once again, did you report the weapon
stolen?

Carol?

Yeah? Did you find my copy of the police
report from my truck break -in? Sure.

Did you guys find anything?

Yeah, well, sometimes we get lucky.

I'll go get the report.

Thanks, honey.

Reported or not... You're still going to
have to come down to the station with

us for some questioning.

Jamie, you really think this is
necessary?

It's okay.

I'm happy to come down.

Just, uh... One favor, though.

Carol's still a little fragile, just
now.

We lost her only daughter last spring.

I'm sorry.

May I tell her I'm going down to
identify someone else?

I just don't want her thinking I'm under
suspicion.

Thanks for me.

Don't worry, I promise not to ring his
neck.

I am worried. Russ said you had it in
for this guy.

That's true.

Well, I wasn't a fan of Patron, so let
me do the questioning.

No, he's mine.

If this makes you feel better, you can
stand here and watch.

If I get out of control, you can come
stop me.

Your name is Bruce John Best.

I can save you a lot of time, officer.

Excuse me?

I'm not going to tell you whether I
killed John Patron.

That is what you want to know, right?

Are you going to deny that you killed
him?

I have no criminal record.

I think of myself as a moral, ethical
man. Answer the question.

Do you believe that some killings are
justified?

No. Ever shot someone to save a fellow
officer?

Mr. Best, I was told you came in to
cooperate.

Why the games?

Games? My life is in play here. You guys
think I killed that bastard?

Why do you use that term for him?

Obviously, you didn't know John Patron.

Did you?

I thought you knew.

We go back a long way, and I think the
man who shot him deserves a medal.

So you didn't kill him?

Let's look at this another way.

Society sets a price on murder.

For a first time, we're assuming you get
caught and convicted. About seven

years. Where is this going?

The man is willing to pay that price.

Forfeit those years.

Doesn't that give him the right to kill?

No.

I'm not talking about random slaughter.

I'm talking about one single well
-reasoned execution.

One you know will make the world a
better, safer place.

Hey, this is getting awfully close to a
confession. I think we better end this

interview till you have benefit of
counsel.

I don't want counsel.

If you need me, I'll be at my shop.

I won't run.

Let me ask you one more question.

In the course of your police work, have
you ever handled a murder case where all

of your sympathy is with the killer?

Hello, Stuart.

So, this is Cannon Boy.

You got nothing on me.

Then what are you doing in the pipe?

All right, so I made the dummy. Is that
a felony or a misdemeanor?

Stuart, what are you really up to?

It almost looks like you're getting
ready to launch a person.

Not just any person. The great Jay Soni.

You're going to shoot yourself out of a
cannon.

Hey, Cannon Flight has been the
centerpiece of Big Tent artistry for

century. It's been my lifelong dream,
ever since I was 14.

And how old are you now? 16. That's not
the point. It's my dream. And you can't

trample on a man's dream.

Fine, but can we channel this dream,
say, to the French circus down by the

That's not a circus. Circus got to abuse
animals and stuff clowns into cars.

And, of course, shoot a man out of a
cannon.

We've confirmed that behind his pillar
of the community front, Jean Patron was

dealing drugs and guns to any and all
buyers.

You agree with this, Cruz?

Pretend it's unenviable.

The only thing I can't figure out is how
he hid it so well.

You guys aren't helping me out here.

You got any suspects?

Dozens. Scruttle gang members, Patron's
own lieutenant, even a childhood pal.

Cruz, you with us?

What?

Yes, sir.

Spit it out.

Did you ever want to walk away from a
case because you felt the victim got

he deserved?

Look, our oath says we're to enforce the
letter of the law. You know it isn't

always that simple.

Bobby, you want to be a lawyer, go to
law school.

Be a judge, run for office. Right now, I
just need you to be a cop.

But I can't turn off my brain,
Lieutenant.

Or my heart.

You want me to replace you on this one?
I can find... Someone who won't give a

thought to what he's doing? No thanks.

I'll stay.

out here.

Okay, be the killer.

You plan this moment, okay?

Bobby. Just go with me on this.

You take your shot from up here, all
eyes are on Patron, so you go the other

way.

The ladder was down. We know he went
this way.

Hard to climb down with a gun.

Maybe he had a strap.

Pretty convicuous.

You got a toolkit on your bike?

What do you bet the serial number's been
filed off?

Doesn't matter.

This metal matches that tattoo.

Is that enough or do you want more?

Every one we can get.

Where do you want us to put them?

Put them in the back seat of the
cruisers if we have to.

Lieutenant.

I understand you're harassing my
friends.

Your friends, Mr. Planta, or your
customers?

That shouldn't matter in the eyes of the
law.

They're all here on legitimate charges.

Mr. Perez's car was not registered, nor
did it have taillight. Yeah, you picked

him in.

You think after what happened last
night, I'm really going to leave the

gallery open?

Yo, man, you got no right.

Word.

Look at that.

Finally got him to agree on something.

Expect my lawyer.

What? Just thinking about your little
speech.

Letter of the law.

I'm saving lives here.

Meaning it's okay to bend the law if
your reasons are good enough?

Guess it's not so simple after all.

They're up to something, T .C.

You can bank on it.

Where's my son?

Oh, my God. Stuart, are you in there?

Relax, sir. You must be Mr. Jason. You
bet I am. And if my kid is in there...

He's fine.

I'll go get him.

I'm Mr. Jason. We're not going to hold
Stuart.

But we suspect he's been playing with
illegal explosives around the beach.

Thank God.

I thought it was drugs.

It is pretty dangerous.

Why? Kids always play with firecrackers.
No, not firecrackers.

Cannons. Way to go, Stuart.

This is a serious matter. We need you to
help us discourage him.

I've been trying to get this kid to show
some initiative for years, some fire.

This could be his moment. His moment to
die.

He wants to shoot himself out of a
cannon. He says this is his dream.

Well, you don't trample a man's dream.

Okay.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Bye -bye.

Hi.

Sorry, Miss Bruce. He's not here right
now.

Where is he?

He went out to road test a bike for a
customer.

I hope he helped you yesterday.

Yeah, well, it's a difficult case.

We'll come back.

Actually, maybe you can help us.

Your husband said he once knew John
Patron.

Well, sure, I used to date John.

You might say Bruce sort of told me away
from him.

Really?

How romantic.

We moved out here about ten years ago,
my daughter Emily and I.

I was going out with John then, and I
met Bruce, and, you know, we just knew.

John didn't really take it too well,
though.

Was there trouble?

The night before my wedding, John came
to the house, and he begged and said

never get over me.

I said I was sorry.

What happened?

Nothing, really.

He showed up at our wedding reception,
just for a little bit, said something to

Bruce, and we never saw him again, at
least not in person.

He, uh, said you lost your daughter.

Sorry to hear that.

He looks so much like you.

Mrs. Best.

How did your daughter die?

Suicide is a one -way ticket to hell.

A mortal sin. Any good Catholic girl
would know that.

Emily Beth knew it, didn't she?

I never discussed it with her.

You discussed other things, though.

You were her priest, her confessor,
right? If you know that, then you know I

can't violate the seal of the sacrament
by discussing her confidences.

She's dead, Father.

That doesn't change a thing.

She was an A student, a model kid who
had everything to live for, no drugs or

alcohol in her system when she took her
life. How did that happen?

Look, I have a sister.

Now, she may not be the angel that Emily
Best was, but I love her with all my

heart. I'd die for her.

I might even kill for her.

I do respect the confessional and your
vows.

So I'm going to ask yes or no questions.

Answer only what I can confirm from
outside sources, not what Emily

All right?

Was there ever a relationship between
Emily Beth and John Patron?

Well, what do you think?

I think we should be out there looking
for John Patron's killer.

Ah, you won't say that when Stuart Jason
blows himself up.

Yes, I will.

Forget this thing. It's plug solid.

Well, even if it weren't, he would shoot
himself right into that brick building.

Now, for me, I'd rather land right into
the water.

Oh, no.

Oh, come on. Haven't you ever wanted to
join the circus?

As trapeze girl.

Not cannon girl.

And a girl.

John Patron never forgave Bruce Baffert.

And he never got over loving Carol.

Please tell you this.

His wife.

Connect the dots.

But Carol had a daughter.

A young, beautiful girl who could have
been her mother's twin.

Oh, my God.

Charismatic, elegant John Patron.

Befriend young, impressionable Emily
Best.

Best know about that?

Probably. Patron was torturing her.

I can't have your wife, but I sure can
have your stepdaughter.

But it still doesn't explain Emily's
suicide.

Well, it does if you know Emily's
inquest showed signs of wreath

intercourse. And she died carrying a
child.

Patron raped her.

Yeah.

She went to Father Crane to ask
permission to get an abortion, which, of

he couldn't grant.

Maybe she couldn't take the shame, or
maybe she was just afraid of her father.

In any case, it took the easiest way
out.

Now, if this happened to Teresa, I would
go to any lengths to achieve justice.

Maybe buy a gun.

Lose it, report it stolen.

Pick your time and your shot.

Whatever the threat of punishment, I
take the risk.

We gotta tell somebody.

Ooh, not Calloway, that's for sure.

Or his wife.

Or the sergeant.

If we bring Best in, he'll be convicted
dead bang.

Well, that's the risk he took.

He said he could give up seven years.

Wouldn't last seven days.

And it joins all of the trans cronies
and friends.

And what happens to his wife?

Look, guys, if we send this man up, we
will regret it for the rest of our

He did the right thing.

He did what any one of us would have
done.

How can we punish him for that?

What do we do?

Progress on the cannon?

We've searched sewer pipes, cement
mixers. We've searched the park cannon.

You name it.

Whatever this kid's using, he's hiding
it.

So how's the Patron case going?

Ask me later. I haven't heard spit from
the crew.

They're worrying me, TC.

Too much whispering, too many
conversations stopping when I walk by.

Exactly like we used to be around
Palermo.

Only this case is a career buster if
they blow it. Or a career maker if they

solve it.

That's a big if.

Look, Corey, I've been waiting all year
for this group to gel.

You know, to bond.

Last week, there were four cops playing
one -on -one. This week, they're a team.

So you're going to give them enough
rope?

All they need.

To hang you?

Splash. Hey, Stuart, if you die
tomorrow, can I have your bike? I'm not

die, Larry. Evil Knievel didn't die.

Harry Houdini didn't die. Sure he did.

His appendix blew up. Yeah, but not in a
cannon.

But what if you do die?

If I die, then you become cannon boy.

Uh -uh, no way.

Yes, you owe it to my memory.

Uh -uh, this is your dream.

And what is your dream?

Well, to have sex with Carmen Electra.

Then that is what you must do.

Okay. Happy for my dream.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been a long time since my last

confession.

God is happy you've come.

I found the weapon that killed John
Patron.

If I turn it in, a man will suffer or
die. A man has suffered way too much

already.

If I don't turn it in, I break my oath
as a police officer and the law.

What do I do, Father?

Heaven, the weapon puts you in great
danger.

Who knows you have it?

On my bosses, that's for sure.

I'm more concerned about the killer.

Where is the weapon?

Right here.

I brought it with me.

Step out into the chapel for a moment
and say ten Our Fathers while I give

question prayerful consideration.

Thank you, Father.

Farewell, Officer Cruz.

This is a one -time offer, gentlemen.

I heard that before.

Not from me, you haven't, and you never
will again.

Look, I know neither one of you shot
John Patron, but that doesn't mean I

haul your homies in night after night.

Or you can issue a statement of truce on
my terms.

One, you both go public declaring John
Patron supplied guns and drugs to the

gangs in Santa Monica.

What good does that do? It gets them a
dead man.

It'll take the pressure off me and my
people.

Put it on Stephen Plana. Stephen Plana's
gonna love that.

That's my problem.

Number two, each one of you exonerates
the other in the murder.

You issue a joint statement of grief.

Who's going by that?

If you both sign it, everyone will.

The reason Patron was able to get you
both to the table is because he could

off your dope and your weapons, right?

Well, I can make your lives a living
hell.

And if you guys turn this down, believe
me, it'll become my mission.

Do we have a deal?

Ready for targeting?

Activate video for posterity.

Cannon boy lives.

Officer Strickland.

Is the lieutenant in?

I thought you only came to visit him
when his wife was off feeding.

Special occasion.

I'll let him know you're in. Not this
time.

Susan?

This is an official visit.

Then I want my union rep.

You're not the subject of my
investigation yet.

Your unit is responsible for the Patron
murder investigation?

Yes, it is. You should get a statement
sometime today.

One of your officers tried to destroy
evidence in that case. At least three

others knew about it and covered it up.

That's not possible.

The suspect they're protecting is a
motorcycle customizer named Bruce Best.

There's a warrant for his arrest.

Fine. I'll serve it myself.

Yes, you will.

You'll serve this one, too.

Robert Cruz?

You serve it, or I will.

This isn't official, Susan.

This is personal, isn't it? No.

You've been coming on to me all year
long, but I wouldn't bite.

All in the line of duty.

So you tried to drive a wedge between
Chris and me, but that didn't work. You

give me too much credit.

And you know that I can link you to
Perry Marcus and the death he's caused.

T .C., this could be a mild annoyance,
or it could end your career.

Or it might be really fun.

Would you like to hear your options?

Words fail me.

Propulsion ready?

Trinitrotaluene ready, sir.

Ignition ready?

Ready, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, children of all
ages, presenting the great

Jay Stoney!

Get in, boy!

I'm not going to deal with you, Susan.

With your wife's transfer to homicide in
the pipeline, everything will be a lot

easier for us without her underfoot all
day long.

Get out.

You play ball.

You bring Cruz to me, I make it look
like you cleaned your own house.

What exactly do you mean by play ball?

Use your imagination.

You don't play ball.

I bring in Cruz.

I point out his malfeasance went on
right under your nose and you did

about it. Not a good first year of
command.

And all this is supposed to bring us
together somehow.

One does what one must to get what one
needs.

I'll serve the papers on Cruz and Beth.

Then we'll talk.

It's showtime!

Now risking life and limb for your
entertainment, we now light the fuse.

Ladies and gentlemen, don't try this at
home.

Attention all units, witnesses report
possible 1080 at Venice Park Cannon.

Rolling fire units, PB units respond.

This is one PB, two in, three. Two away.

Cannon boy.

Three.

Two. Please pull the fuse.

One left off.

I should have known he was going to blow
it.

I'm kind of disappointed.

Don't be. It's better this way.

Come on, Stuart.

That's okay. It was totally worth it
Take me lady.

I'm ready to pay the price

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law. You have
the right to an attorney.

Hey, Sarge, I got the call. What's...

Officer

Cruz, you've been accused of withholding
evidence in an ongoing murder

investigation.

This is a criminal offense.

This is a warrant for your arrest.

Officers Granger, Strickland, Harper.

Internal Affairs will be interviewing
each of you separately concerning

of abetting a cover -up and hindering an
investigation.

I suggest you say nothing until you
obtain union counsel.

This is crazy. What possible evidence?

30 -06.

recovered from the bottom of the marina.

Take a look around.

Just another day in L .A.

Just another day