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Previously on Southland...

What, you're
turning me in?

You're damn right I am.

The hell?!

Stop the car right now!

He's going to the farm.

He can dry out.

This sucks.

Hey, he could've
killed you.

There's no place to hide.

You will be on TV.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(helicopter flying overhead)

(camera shutter clicking)

One bullet hole
in the back.

It's a clean wound.

Shooter probably used
a nine millimeter.

Can you get the coroner
so we can flip her over?

Any other visible

marks or bruises?

None that I can see.

RAY:
All right.

On three.

One, two, three.

(sighs)

Pretty girl.

I'd say
she's 19, 20.

Burn marks
on her mouth.

Crack pipe?

Yep, probably so.

Burn marks on
her fingers, too.

Can you get shots
of both of these?

MAN:
Every victim has a story.

Detective Lydia Adams
has seen this one before.

(shutter clicking)

Go talk to Weezy.

Hey, guys.

This is Ray.

Ray, this is Nate and Sammy.

How you doing?

Owner of the house says
he was leaving for work at
6:00,

found the girl lying
in his yard, already dead.

We can probably get a time
of death from the coroner.

Did he recognize her?

No.

Found this in the bushes,
two houses down.

No wallet,
just a set of keys.

And a school I.D.

S.U.L.A., Nicole Hill.

Guess she took a wrong turn

coming outside
the library, huh?

Big party at a gang house
down the block.

We know the kid, Weezy,
from Pyro Bloods.

I'll go talk to him.

All right.

Pardon me, did you hear
anything last night?

Gunshots maybe?

Please, on this block?

Every night I hear gunshots.

I wear earplugs.

Well, maybe you saw
something then.

Somebody chasing the girl,
something?

See no evil, hear no evil,
do no evil.

The only good thing I ever
learned from the Bible.

Okay.
Actually, it's,
uh, "see no evil,

"hear no evil,
speak no evil."

And it's Buddhist.

(hip hop playing)

♪ Bottles in the air ♪

♪ We doin' this packed venue ♪

♪ Just follow the flares,
we over there ♪

♪ She could see us
like the bat signals ♪

♪ Depending what
I'm in the mood for... ♪

♪ ♪

They're so sweet
when they sleep.

Wake up, Weezy!

Weezy, wake up!

Morning!
What the fuck?!

What you fuckers
doing in my house?

A girl got killed
outside your house, man.

Who did it?

I ain't seen it.

I was inside.

What'd she do, cheat on you?

Did she steal your money?

Man, I ain't even
know that bitch.

I just heard about it.

You arresting him?

No, ma'am.

Just having a
conversation.

He don't conversate
unless he have to.

He have to?

No ma'am.

Then get out my house!

Dewey in rehab.

I can't wait to see
what this looks like.

Rehab.

It's more like a freakin' spa
with a bunch of ex-addicts

walking around in flip flops

and yammering about
their higher power.

You've been there before?

Yeah, I visited.

OFFICER:
Tell Dewey he owes me
a plate of tacos!

Tell that bastard
even I miss him!

You know you're gonna be stuck
going to that funeral with me.

It's your last chance
to get out of it.

I'm good.

All right, don't say
I didn't warn you.

Death and drunks
in the desert.

Some day.
(chuckling)

Hey, hey!

Get the hell out of here,
man, what are you doing?!

Get out!

I got shell casings.

LYDIA:
I got some shoes over here.

Nicole was barefoot.

Maybe she kicked them off
trying to run.

What'd you guys find out
from party boy?

He loves his grandma.

RAY:
Two shell casings.

The shooter fired here
and then here.

Victim only had
one bullet wound.

That means either
the shooter missed

or there's
a second victim.

We'll check the hospitals.

We'll head north, Kenny
and Andy can go south.

That was fast.

I guess our crackhead murder
just got an upgrade.

Yeah, now it's
the tragic death

of a promising
S.U.L.A. student.

Mr. Hill?

Yeah, that's me.

I'm Detective Adams.
This is Detective Suarez.

I see you used to run track.

Actually, they all do,
except me.

Our oldest daughter, Michelle,

won the bronze medal
in the Olympics.

You must've been proud.

And Nicole has set
several records

for the S.U.L.A. team already.

Leslie, enough.

Um, I don't mean
to be rude,

but you ain't come
here to talk track.

No, we didn't.

We're here about Nicole.

Our baby.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you this,

but Nicole was killed.

No!

(sobbing):
Oh, no!

Oh, no!

How?

She was shot, sir.
Oh!

On campus?

No, about half a mile
from here on Slauson.

She was in the neighborhood.

Is that unusual?

Our daughters did not socialize
in this neighborhood.

When was the last time
you saw Nicole?

A month or so ago.

She's so busy with track
practice and school...

Did you notice a change
in that time?

Mention any new friends?

She was seeing someone.

A football player
at school, Tyler.

Tyler Prescott?

The linebacker for the Tigers?

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
he's from the projects.

But Nicole lived in the dorms.

What could I do?

(sobbing):
Oh, God!

Two parents, good home,
a free ride to S.U.L.A....

This girl had no excuses.

She just blew it.

You always this hard
on the victim?

You know how it is
around here.

Dads are either
in jail or on drugs.

And Mr. Hill worked a hard job
for a long time to make sure

those girls got out
of this neighborhood.

Nicole still ended up
on the wrong side of Slauson.

In my neighborhood,
the street was Lincoln.

It was the dividing
line, right?

Growing up, my mom would be
like, "Do not cross Slauson."

But now there's gangs
on both sides of the line.

So, you grew up around here.

(gunshots)

King 54, there
were shots fired

in the vicinity
of 36th and Budlong.

This unit's not involved.

Yeah, I grew up around here.

What are you looking for?

Someone with gang tats acting
shady about what happened.

Door number three, enjoy.

Thank you.

Oh, no, what happened
to you, ese?

You get shot?

Yeah, blew my ear off.

Ouch, who shot you?

He did.

He tried to kill himself.

And missed?

Let me guess, you put
the gun behind your ear,

but then you just
flinched a little bit

before you pulled
the trigger, right?

She said she was gonna
break up with me.

Ain't worth livin'
without her.

GIRLFRIEND:
It's gonna be
all right, baby.

I saved the ear.

Wanna get something to eat?

Tyler Prescott, that football
player Nicole was dating,

he was arrested last year.

Assaulted a woman at a bar.

Hmm, black eye,
bruises on her neck.

That didn't make the paper.

Yeah, that's 'cause
she dropped the charges.

Probably driving around
in a brand new Lexus right now.

Lots of football boosters, they,
uh, they own car dealerships.

You saying some football nut
paid her off?

People love their teams.

And the school
lets him keep playing.

Who shot you?

I ain't see.

I'm the one shot
in the back, ain't I?

Were you with that
girl, Nicole Hill?

Hell, no.

She the target.

I got clipped 'cause I was
standing near the bitch.

Why would someone
want to shoot Nicole?

Lot of people got beef
with the Hill sisters.

Sisters?

Was Nicole's sister there too?

Naw, man, she too good
for the hood.

Nicole that way, too.

You hear about 'em,

but you don't see 'em.

(mocking)
"They track stars.

"They go to S.U.L.A.

"They gone go to the 'lympics."

Fuck that.

So, what was Nicole
doing at that party?

Tryin' to score crack.

Turned out to be a crack ho
like the rest of 'em.

Who sells to her?

Nobody.

She rip and run.

She burn through a lot
of dealers that way.

They must have been pissed.

Anyone after her?

They all
after her, man.

What you think?

Hi.

We're Detective Adams
and Suarez.

We're here
to speak with Tyler.

Can we come in?

Yeah. It, uh...

it's kind of a mess.

Uh, midterms
are coming up, but...

Looks like Tyler doesn't
spend much time here.

I've never even met the guy.

Yes, I have it right here.

Tyler lives in Hayden Hall,
suite 12E.

No, he doesn't,
and you know that.

Excuse me?

We went to suite 12E,

and the guy that
does live there

says that Tyler
lives off campus

and he drives to
school in an Escalade.

Mallorie, the L.A.
Times is here.

We provided on-campus housing

as part of Tyler's
scholarship.

Uh, if he chooses

to live elsewhere,
that's his business.

I want that address.

We seem to be
miscommunicating.

I don't believe
for one second

the football team
doesn't know where he lives.

Detective,
I'm trying to cooperate.

No, you're not.

You're stonewalling me,

and you're impeding
the investigation

of a murder
of one of your students.

Okay, first of all,
Nicole wasn't even a student

at S.U.L.A. anymore.

She was academically
disqualified

for not maintaining
her GPA.

The letter went out
two days ago.

You're abandoning this girl

in order to protect
a football player

who has an arrest record

and a history of
violence against women?

That charge was dropped.

Okay.

If you don't want
to give me Tyler's address,

I'll just pull him off the field
in the middle of Saturday's game

and interrogate him
right there,

in full view of the cameras.

Pull Tyler off the field
in the middle of a game?

Not even a suspect.

I got the address.

I can't follow you.

One minute, you're mad at
Nicole for blowing it all,

and then, the next,
you're defending her

against a football player
we haven't even met.

That's 'cause
I can't stand the lying

and the covering up.

I mean, look
at this place.

This beautiful campus
in the middle of the ghetto.

When I was in high school,

my bus used to pass
by here every day,

and it might as well have
been Buckingham Palace.

You can look, but
you can't go in.

Well, Nicole got in,
and she deserves

just as much protection
as Tyler.

You're a fascinating woman,
you know that?

Shut up.

BEN:
Dewey tell you what he wants
to make up to you for?

Besides being a dick
for the past five years?

Chickie's the one he needs
to make amends to.

Well, he's been
begging her

to come out,
and she won't.

I don't blame her.

You know how many people

are going to watch
that video on YouTube?

Yeah.

You know, before he was
an abusive alcoholic,

Dewey was a good cop.

Really?

He was.

He was a great cop.

I mean, the guy
was never the guy

you'd want to invite
over to your house

for a weekend barbecue.

(chuckling)

Unless you're
freaking sick.

But if you were going
into a situation,

you'd be glad it was Dewey
that had your back.

(hip-hop music,
video game noise blaring)

Oh, man, that's too bad.

Old girl was fine.

Your girlfriend was murdered,

and all you can say
is she was fine?

(men chuckling)

We need to speak
in private.

Ah, these are my boys.

What you got to say to me,
you can say in front of them.

Come on, man,
get that.

(shuts off music)

All your boys can get out.

All right, homey,
I'm out.

(snapping fingers rapidly)

So, I heard that you and Nicole
were dating for a while.

Yeah, me and Nicole
hung out for a minute.

I cut her loose.

Why?

Nicole was cool
till she got into that blow.

Couldn't have that around me.

Got a career to protect.

Where'd she get
the blow from?

Dig that!

Get it, get it.

Turn the game off now.

(clears throat)

That you on
the game, man?

Yeah, that's me.

Except my ratings
should be higher, man.

I'm way faster than that, yo.

That Oregon game,
you were on fire, man.

You saw that, huh?

Lost 300 bucks on that game.

You's pretty fast.

Fast with them
hands, too.

Saw you got
suspended

two games last year
for assaulting a woman.

Like to get rough
with the ladies, huh?

That assault charge
was fake, man.

Bitch was all over me.

I got a... I have a right
to protect myself.

They should have kicked
your ass off the team.

(chuckles)

The season I'm having?

Ain't no way.

We're four games away

from the BCS
championship, baby.

(doorbell rings)

Can you get that, bro?

Man.

(Tyler sighs)

(door opens)

There he is.

Detectives, I'm Joe Cosaboom,
campus general counsel.

Who called you?

I understand you're
investigating

the murder of a
former student.

Why are you
talking to Tyler?

He knew her.

Fine.

I'm here so Tyler
knows he's free

to answer your questions,
but doesn't have to.

All this
special treatment,

and you don't even
carry the ball.

Where were you last night?

Last night... let me see.

Last night,
I was right here, man.

Just where I was supposed to be.

Anybody else
with you?

Nah, I was kicking it solo.

Got a game on Saturday.

Curfew's 9:00.

You expect us to believe
that you were here

at 9:00 p.m. on a Sunday night?

Baby, you can
come over tonight

and, uh, see for
yourself if you want to.

Now you know why
he doesn't want to leave.

(chuckling):
Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Okay!
(laughs)

I knew you would come, baby.

I knew you would come.

I told everybody
about you guys.
Hey, what's up?

Hey, you want some coffee? Huh?

No, thanks.
You guys good?

Yeah.
Yeah.
Check this place out, huh?

Is this awesome or what?

It's bright, it's clean.

I got fresh flowers
all the time.

And my man, Bobby, takes
cares of us. Right, Bobby?

Whatever you say
there, YouTube.

YouTube, man!

They call me YouTube
around the place.

No kidding.
Well, I mean,
it's not like

Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan
hang around the joint, right?

I mean, I'm the closest
thing to a celebrity

this place has to offer.
Come on, baby.

Come on!
(laughs)

LYDIA:
So, we can't speak
to the head coach,

but we can speak
to the assistant coach--

with a lawyer?
That's correct.

I'm the one
that deals

with the players
outside the field.

Did Tyler make his curfew
last night?

Yeah. I spoke with him
a little bit after 9:00.

In person?

I call the players.

Did you call him on his
cell or on his landline?

Tyler doesn't have a landline.

I talked to him
on his cell phone.

You call me right
now on my cell

and ask me, "Are
you in Tahiti?"

I can say, "Yeah,
I'm in Tahiti."

You got a problem
with Tyler's alibi,

get a warrant for his phone.

This interview's over.

I can't even tell you.

It's like a giant weight

has just been lifted
off my shoulders

and I feel great.

You look...
you look great.

Right?
Yeah, you do.

Come on. Huh?

Hey.
(sighs)

I want you
to ask me something.

Anything. Anything you want.

About what?

About my
disease.

About how I let it
wreck my whole life.

I mean, come on, John.

I don't want
to have any more secrets.

I'm only as sick as my secrets.

If I don't have any secrets,
I'm not sick anymore.

Okay.

I mean, don't you
want to know

how much I was
drinking?

Sure.

Well, on a work day,

I put away six to 12 beers
in the morning.

Come home and
have another 20.

You were drinking
30 beers a day?

On a work day.

More if I wasn't.

I could polish off a half
a gallon of vodka by myself.

I mean, you guys
have to understand.

I-I would wake up
in the morning

shaking so bad,
I-I couldn't walk.

I mean, I'd have to get
six to 12 beers in me

just to steady my hand so
I could brush my teeth.

How long did this go on for?

Five, six years.

How the hell did you
let it go on for that long?
John...

Five or six years?!
Hold it. Hold it.
It's all right.

He's mad at me.

That's real.

Want to take a swing
at me, John?

All right.

If you want to
knock me out,

come on.

No, I'm serious
right now.

Hit me.
Sit down, Dewey.

Come on, I'm serious.

Crack me one.

Sit down.

I'm going to get some coffee.

You want something?

No.

LYDIA:
So, Tyler told us

that Nicole and he
just hung out.

Tyler's a liar.

I barely saw her.

She slept at his place,
like, all the time.

Did she do drugs with him?

He'd take her to, like,
trendy nightclubs.

There'd be
free champagne

and coke
on platters.

When did she stop
going to classes?

A couple months ago.

I tried to get her
help, but there's

no drug counseling
program here.

They just gave us
pamphlets.

Pamphlets?

School has a lawyer
on every corner for Tyler

and no protection
for Nicole.

Guess track doesn't pay
as much as football.

When did she start doing crack?

Uh, like, when Tyler
broke up with her.

She lost
a lot of weight.

And a couple weeks ago,

I came home, and she had my iPod
and some jewelry...

She was going
to sell it?

GIRL:
I yelled at her.

I told her to get out.

I should've helped her.
She was my friend.

Thanks for coming.

Dewey talks about you guys
all the time.

Get you a cup of coffee?
No.
No.

Okay, cool.
I'm all right.

Hey, guys, my name is Glen,

and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL:
Hey, Glen.

I'd like to get started
today with Dewey.

He's got a couple visitors.

Dewey.

Uh, I'm Dewey, and
I'm an alcoholic.

Yeah. Yeah.

These are the two guys
I've been telling you about.

This is, uh,
John and Ben.

They're pretty much the reason
why I'm here.

Uh, John, uh...

...John sort of
saved my life.

Yeah.

He made my partner turn me in
when I was drinking on the job.

Uh...

If it wasn't for this guy,
I'd be just another drunk

driving around
the streets of L.A.

So, I just wanted to
say thank you, John.

I love this guy.

DEWEY:
Wow. John.

(applause)

(exhaling)

So, John, would you like
to say something

in support of, uh,
Dewey's recovery?

They got to you, too?

Unless you can find something
to tie him to the murder,

I don't want to hear
any more about him.

We need a viable
suspect.

What've you got?

She did a bunch of rip and
runs in the neighborhood.

We're trying to
get some names.

No one's
talking yet.

What're you doing here?

Well, I don't know if
you've noticed, Detective,

but this murder has generated
quite a lot of press.

I did notice.

I saw all those news trucks
in South Central

and I thought, "White person
must've lost their dog."

(muffled chuckle)

I want this case closed.

You want me to approve overtime?

Done.

You want resources,
just tell me what you need.

But bring me the shooter.

Hey, go like this, you got
something on your face.

Right here.

Right here. Oh,
still there, man.

(laughs)
Hilarious.

You know that?

Feels good
to be riding today.

Instead of cooped up

in a surveillance van
with that loudmouth.

Ah, come on,
Gil's all right.

Just gotta get used
to him, you know.

Hey, there's Casper.

Pull over.

Hey, Casper!

Where you goin' man?

What's up, Sammy?

What're you doin'?

Why aren't you
in school?

CASPER:
Substitute teacher.

You hear anything about that
girl who got shot last night?

Put me in cuffs, Sammy.

What?

You're not even a banger.

Come on, Sammy, just
make it look good.

Turn around.

Spread your legs.

Spread 'em out.

Put your hands up
behind your head.

Just hold it.

Put me in the car.

Better tell me something

or I'm gonna kiss you
on the lips.

That girl who got killed,
they called her "The Runner."

Yeah, yeah, she
did rip and runs.

Who'd she do 'em to?
K-Dog.

He's around my age.

Down with Avalon Street.

Been talking about how
he's gonna smoke the bitch.

You-you don't want
to talk?

Huh?!

Come on.

Next time I'll take you
down to the station.

Get back to school.

Later, Sammy!

Pull your pants up.

Officer, officer,
you gotta help me.

Every time I come home
from work,

there are these ho's
in my house.

I don't want them
there no more.

Who's lettin' them in?

My husband!

Thanks, Nate.

Let us know
what you find.

Gang unit's got a lead
on a dealer.

Just got back
from the coroners.

And they found cocaine
in Nicole Hill's body.

I wish I could say
I was surprised, Kenny.

And they also found out that
she was seven weeks pregnant.

She was pregnant?

There's your motive.

If it's his baby.

Seven weeks ago, Nicole
and Tyler were together.

He felt threatened
by the baby,

and he didn't want
to support her.

Hi. We're Detectives
Adams and Suarez.

Are you parents home?

My parents went to the funeral
home to make arrangements.

Can we ask you
some questions?

When was the last time
you saw your sister?

Month and a
half ago.

Nicole insisted I go to
this fancy restaurant

with her and Tyler.

(sarcastic chuckle)
She wanted to
impress me.

You know that Nicole
was doing drugs?

Yes.

We all did.

My parents were
in denial.

Especially my dad.

Did you confront
Nicole about it?

No.

And I should've.

Nicole and I weren't close.

She hated me for being perfect.

My dad pushed
her so hard

to follow in my footsteps.

She didn't even want to run.

Did your father know that?

Of course he did.

Don't you get it?

I only won a bronze
in the Olympics.

Dad wanted a gold.

DEWEY:
Boots, you in here?

Dewey?

Uh, yeah, yeah, man.

(clears throat)
Uh...

you know I did a lot
of stupid

and reckless things
back on the job.

I was drinking...
Yeah, look, man,

just, uh, you know what?

Just give me...

Hey.

I was just saying that,
uh, you know,

I did a lot of things
that I regret.

Yeah, yeah, it's okay.
Everyone's just happy

that you're taking care
of yourself, all right.

All right?
(sighs)

You know, one of the worst
things that I did was...

when I didn't let you
search that gangbanger.

You know, when you
wanted to and, uh,

of course we all found
out he had a gun.

Bastard shot me with it.

Yeah, it's okay.

Look, just let me
finish, okay?

I'm-I'm trying to make
amends with you.

It was your first
day on the job

and because of my
poor judgment,

you had to bring
somebody down.

Even though the bastard
deserved it, uh...

probably wouldn't
have happened

if it wasn't for me.

Yeah, yeah, look, I...

I don't know what
I'm supposed to say.

But, uh, I--

It's okay, man.

I accept.

It's not like I asked you
to marry me.

(both laugh)

LYDIA:
Mr. Hill, Nicole
was pregnant.

Did she tell you who
the father was?

HILL:
No. Was it Tyler?

We don't know.
And we can't get a DNA sample

without probable cause and
right now we don't have it.

Oh, well, then you
all need to do

whatever it takes
to get it.

I mean, that's why
he killed her.

He just didn't want her
to have his baby.

We're pursuing
a lead

that Nicole was stealing
crack from a dealer.

Hey, my daughter
did not do drugs!

I'm afraid she was,
Mr. Hill.
No, no.

Nicole did not do drugs.

She did not steal.
She was not some crack whore.

She was an elite
athlete.

She had Olympic
potential!

You had no idea
who Nicole was...
Who the hell are
you

to think you can tell me
who my child was?

Let's go.

We'll be in touch,
Mr. Hill.

You're trying to blame
everyone
for this girl's downfall.

It's the school, it's Tyler,
it's her dad.

I'm not saying
she wasn't a part of it.

I'm just frustrated.

I hear you.

And I really can't get over

the fact that she didn't
even want to run.

Why?

When I run, it feels like the
most natural thing I can do.

Well, it might be that for you,
but it wasn't for her.

Yeah, well, maybe
it would've been,

if her dad didn't
push her so hard.

Hmm. Hmm.

Your pop still
in the picture?

No. Just me and my mom.

Must be proud of you.

Dewey's drinking 30 cups
of coffee a day.

Gonna be fun to ride with.

This friend of yours,

he die in the line
of duty?

No.

Was he sick?

No.

My ex-wife's going
to be there.

Like to meet her.

This is Club Elysium
out in Studio City.

Recognize this guy?
Yeah, Tyler Prescott.

And he lied.

The time stamp says 11:32.

That means he broke
his curfew.

He could've been
at that party.

NATE:
And we know this guy.
His name's, uh--

his name's Sisco.

He was at Tyler's
place today.

Who's he run with?
Avalons.

Mid-level guy,
he's an enforcer.

I bet you anything
he knows

that dealer K-Dog
we're looking for.

I didn't have anything to do
with what happened to Nicole.

Neither did Tyler.

When'd you find out
she was pregnant?

Pregnant?

Definitely didn't
know that shit.

Come on, man.

Tyler wanted Nicole
out of the picture.

You put one of your baby
bangers up to it.

Everybody know Nicole got lit
up
'cause she was stealin'.

Stealing from K-Dog?

Is he one of yours?

(sighing):
Oh, man.

(music plays over radio)

And if he is?

Then you need to tell us
where to find him.

What you gonna
do for me?

What?

I tell you what
you want to know,

what you gonna
do for me?

I'll tell you
what we'll do for you.

We'll walk out of here
without arresting your ass.

That's what we'll do.

What you gonna
arrest me for?

You miss a court date
last month, Sisco?

Owe your baby mama
some child support?

Little pooh-butt.

All I said to him was "Don't
let her get over on you."

I didn't tell him
to smoke the bitch.

Where does he hang?

♪ ♪

On the corner over
on 51st and Beaudry.

Keep a nine-millimeter
in the baby stroller.

Is that your
friend's wife?

Yeah.

MINISTER:
Good afternoon.

We are here today
to celebrate

the life of Clark Henlen,

a beloved husband,
a doting father,

a trusted colleague,
and a dear friend to many.

(sobbing)
Clark and Wendy started
coming to our church

when their son Dylan
was born.

I remember Clark telling me
he hadn't been to a church

since he was a child,

but having his own child
made him want to be connected

to something bigger
than himself.

(phone ringing)

Adams.

You have to stop him.

My father's going to kill him,
my father's going to kill Tyler.

Whoa, wait,
wait, calm down.

Is this Michelle?

Yes, yes.

My father got a gun

and he went
to Tyler's apartment.

I tried to stop him.

All right,
we're on our way.

You drive.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Beige Pontiac on the left.

Driver's seat.

Mr. Hill, turn off the
ignition, open the door,

and step out of the car.

Turn off the vehicle.
All right, all right,
I'm doing it.

(engine stops)

Turn around and put your hands
behind your head.

What is this about?

This is so humiliating.

Yeah, well, you should
have thought about that

before you picked up a gun.

What were you thinking?

I wasn't.

I just, uh...

(sobbing):
I didn't know
what else to do.

I just want
my daughter back.

I just...

I'll call your wife
when we get to the station.

(sighs)

I'm so glad
you came.

We've missed you.

Well, L.A. keeps me busy.

Yeah.

This is, uh,

my partner
Ben Sherman.

We work together.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Hey, how you doing?

My name is John.

I knew your dad.

SAMMY:
Stroller.

He's going for something
in the bag.

NATE:
Los Angeles Police!
Put your hands in the air!

(gunshot, yelling)

(baby fussing)

(both grunting)

Let me go, man, I got to take
care of my baby brother.

You keep a gun
in his diaper bag?!

He needs a bottle--
that's why he's crying.

You think
that's taking care of him?!

(baby crying)

You're a fucking idiot,
you know that?

Huh?

Come on.

(mumbling)

All right.

(sighs)

You're all right, man.

Hi.
Hey.

Laurie, this is Ben.

BOTH:
Hi.
Ben, this is
my ex-wife Laurie.

It's good
to meet you.

Well, I thought
they handled that

as gracefully
as they could.

Yeah, it was
a nice service.

Yeah.
How's Wendy?

She's doing okay.

Um, I don't know what
she's told the kids.

How do you tell a kid
your dad killed himself?

It's best
to keep it simple.

I guess it's a good thing
that Wendy found him.

It's just--
it's sad, John.

I'm gonna go be
with her, okay?

It was nice
to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

So your...
friend killed himself?

Yeah, he shot himself
in their garage.

You have any
idea why?

Let's hit the gas station
before we get on the highway.

Where's my
brother at?

He's fine.

You don't need to worry
about him right now.

You need to worry
about yourself.

I am worried
about myself.

My mom is gonna kill
me if she come home

and the baby
ain't there.

Look, I can see
that you're a good kid

and I'm trying to do
everything I can to help you,

but I got a problem.

This ballistics report
right here--

it says the gun
that we found on you

was the same one
that killed Nicole.

I ain't killed nobody.

Not according
to Sisco.

He said you were embarrassed
that she was stealing from you.

You told everybody
you were going to kill her.

Sisco ain't say that.

Yes, he did.

He said all the kids
were laughing at you,

making fun of you,

and you just
couldn't take it anymore.

That ain't true.

Sisco told me
to smoke the bitch.

I so want to believe you, K-Dog.

He knew she would
be at the party.

He told me to
do it there,

said he'd make sure
nobody snitched.

Did he say anything
about Tyler Prescott?

No.

Are you sure
he didn't say anything

like you'd be doing Tyler
a favor?

No, look,
Sisco said this bitch was fast,

but she couldn't outrun
a bullet.

I didn't want
to kill her.

I-I tried to shoot
her in the leg,

so she couldn't
run, but...

But what?

But I missed.

Not a bad first day,
huh, partner?

Not bad.

Catch you tomorrow.

All right.

(sighs)

Ex-wife seems cool.

How long
you guys married?

Five years.

When Clark was
still in L.A.,

we'd go on double
dates together--

he and Wendy and
me and Laurie.

After Laurie and I split up,
I'd see Clark out at gay bars.

He'd ignore me.

Couple months later,

he and Wendy moved out to
Indian Wells and had kids.

Anyway...

I appreciate you coming today.

Long day.

Hell, yes.

Hey, Mom.

Yeah.

No, I-- no,
I-I know it's late, I...

I'm fine.

Because I... I just wanted
to say that, um...

...that I know you made a lot
of hard choices along the way,

and I resented you
for a lot of 'em.

And I just wanted
to say thank you.

And how's France?