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Previously on On Call...

Have you not heard what they say about Harmon?

You can't trust her. She got a bunch of cops fired.

- Don't move, okay? - What is it?

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Holt!

Gangs just ID'd Delgado's shooter. Street name, Maniac.

Is Maniac in Mexico?

Stop looking.

He said Delgado was one of your trainees,

and that you'd take her murder the hardest.

Forward arms!

Dress right face!

Aim!

Fire!

Hey, Harmon.

You headed over to the family's house?

No, uh, Watch Commander's expecting us to clear. I told her we would.

All right. I'll see you out there, then.

Yeah.

I know, I just can't really get my head around it.

Yeah, I get a...

just checking in...

You just, you just never know...

You okay?

Let's just get some food first.

Gracias.

You know what? I've actually never seen you drink soda.

Well, it's my first time taking you to my spot, so...

consider it a special occasion.

Mmm! Más chingon! That's good shit.

How long you been coming here?

Longer than any of these dipshit foodies.

Chad got robbed, right when he opened.

And I caught the guy, so he's been paying me in ribs ever since.

Mm.

Jesus, why don't you tell your girlfriend to give you a break?

You are working.

It's not my girlfriend. It's Holt.

How's he doing?

HIV test on the needle came back clean, but his head is all fucked up.

Fuck... looks like he's going on IOD.

Hey, you know Holt wasn't your fault.

- Right? - Yeah, yeah.

Hey, I've been, um... meaning to ask you...

- Mm? - What happened to your sister?

My sister?

Yeah, you said she was a cop. She quit?

Um...

No, she was injured in the line of duty.

It was a high-speed chase.

Um... and it ended her career.

Fuck!

Yeah, but she's... she's okay now, right?

Depends on the day.

4:15 domestic dispute, Monterey Motel. 421 West Pacific Coast Highway...

Shit never happens when we're at Chipotle.

Never.

Charlie-85, five minute ETA.

- I gotcha. Yep. - Thanks.

Hurry!

Piece of shit's gonna kill her.

All right, go wait over there.

Give me my fuckin' money!

Get the fuck off me!

Police! Open up!

You fuckin' hit me!

We're coming in either way!

- What the fuck do y'all want?! - Hey, step back.

- Back up, back up. - Bitch burned me!

- Okay, everybody sit down! - I did it in self-defense!

Everybody sit down and shut up. What's your name?

- Liana. - Liana, that's a very pretty name.

Want to tell me what's going on here?

Bitch burned me! Look what she did!

- Look what she did to my... - Hey!

Hey, step back, okay! Put this... Cover yourself.

Motherfucker stole my cocaine.

Nah, I paid you!

No, you paid for two lines, you snorted four!

You snort it, you gotta pay for it!

That's when you burned him with the rice?

No, I burned him after he slammed my fuckin' head in the wall!

I didn't do that! It was probably one of the dozen pinche pendejos

- that fucked her before me! - Okay!

Fuck you, you two-pump motherfucker!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey! - Hey, hey, Diaz...

I got him, I got him. Look at me. Look at me.

- What do they call you? - Creeper.

Creeper? That's appropriate. When did you make parole?

I walked the line. Paroled three months ago.

Wow, it took you a whole three months to violate. I'm impressed.

I'm the victim here!

No, the paraphernalia alone is enough to bounce you back two times.

You add on assault to that? That's hasta luego, Creeper.

- Bitch is lying. I didn't hit nobody. - He's lying.

Okay. You know what? Come here, cuff him. Everybody's going to jail today.

- Turn around. - Stay right there. Stay right there.

Bro, hold up. There's something you might be interested in.

- Something you want to hear. For real! - I doubt it.

- For real! - Gimme your fuckin' hands!

There were some fools from East Barrio earlier,

partying with some girls. Lot of talking and shit.

I heard one of them say that they're sitting on a hot package.

East Barrio?

Killed a cop, right?

Come here, Diaz.

They were talking like Scarface, or some shit.

They said they were moving something big.

Welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah. What the hell do we got here?

A frequent flyer headed back to jail.

After what I just gave you?!

Never, ever put hands on a woman.

Get him dressed. Transport him to booking.

We'll take the reports when we get back, all right?

All right, come on.

Get in the car.

- Everybody shut up! - You shut up!

I need to run something past you.

So, you don't have anything with your name and photo on it?

I told you, I don't got no I.D.

Please, watch your head.

Watch your head.

Yeah. No. Thank you.

Liana, you know any of those girls

who were partying with the guys from East Barrio?

I keep to myself.

Don't waste my fuckin' time, okay?

If you're smart, you're gonna be outta here today on a simple possession charge.

Be stupid, I'm gonna pile on assault and sales.

Okay. My girl, Baby Blue, was with 'em.

What's Blue's real name?

Fuck if I know.

She here?

Hm?

She'll be at Angel Food Donuts off of Santa Fe around this time.

We're goin' for a ride.

That package they're movin'... You think it's dope?

Yeah.

See her?

There. Blue shirt, blue shorts. Can I go now?

Sit tight.

Afternoon.

I'm Officer Harmon, this is Officer Diaz.

Come on, I'm just chilling.

You're not in any trouble, all right?

A friend said you might be able to help us out.

What friend?

Well, you were partying with some homeboys from East Barrio at the Monterey Motel,

is that right?

All you gotta do is say yes or no.

Was he there?

I bet you do all right outside that uniform.

You'd be disappointed.

Come on, yes or no.

You think I want East Barrio on my ass?

Okay, I'll tell you what.

Anybody ever tries to scare you or if you get jammed up on the streets,

you make me your first call.

Yeah. He was there.

I didn't fuck with him, okay? He spooked me out.

They asked if I wanted to party tonight and I said no thanks.

At Monterey?

Oceanside Motel. Place past Tam's off the highway.

You know where to find me...

Upstairs!

Oh, Jesus, this place is like a McDonald's drive-thru.

Maybe she got the motel wrong.

- Whoa, whoa. - Hm?

Look, you see that Escalade? Look who it's registered to.

Norberto Vierya, aka Monstro.

Gang affiliation, East Barrio.

Holy shit, he's a heavy hitter.

Mm-hmm. And I bet he brought some friends.

Should we call it in?

Charlie-33...

No, we're gonna go Code Five.

But I thought we were supposed to forward anything on Maniac to the task force.

Yeah, and by the time they get here, he's probably gonna be gone.

I'm not gonna risk losing him again.

You know what, just hang back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, why? Why?

I'm not gonna lie, we are a little bit out of bounds here.

All right? And if you are at all insecure about...

- I never said that... - Asking if I got cops fired?

Fuck, you're still on that shit.

Listen, you are either 100% with me, or not.

Because I can't have you uncertain here.

No, I'm... I'm the one that let him get away.

There's no question... I'm 100% with you.

Wait out here. Keep your eyes open.

Evening, sir. Sir? Can I have your attention, please?

Have you seen this man?

I got my eyes on you!

Take a good look at the photo.

Have you seen this man, or a Hispanic man check in tonight?

Fuckin' A, man!

Have you seen my cat?

No, lady, I haven't seen your cat. Get back inside your room.

You got an aura around you.

Color of dawn.

Please, get back inside your room.

Room 112.

Manager said he saw four check in. They haven't left the room once.

He I.D. Maniac?

No, but my money says that it's him and three hired guns.

Now, we call it in.

4-Charlie-85, we are Code Six at the Oceanside Motel

west of Chestnut. Confirmed Delgado's 187 suspect is on location.

Requesting all units, no lights, no sirens, on Henderson,

south of PCH.

4-Charlie-89 traveling south,

Charlie-93 and Charlie-86 en route.

Copy, Charlie-89. Showing U93 and 86 en route.

Dispatch, requesting Air Unit Fox One. Tell them to keep it high.

Do not alert our suspects.

Copy. Fox One, five minute ETA. All units keep the air clear.

Standby for additional information.

Stay by my side.

Got it, yeah.

- Look at me. - Hm?

- No fear, no hesitation. - Mm-hmm.

- No surprise. No doubt. - Mm-hmm.

Understood. I got you.

Harmon, we need a sec.

Feds got good intel that the kid's in Mexico.

- He's not. - You know this how?

A source.

All right, let me talk to 'em.

Sir, there's no time.

Look, it's an exigent circumstance with a confirmed cop killer.

You gotta trust me on this. He's here.

All right. It's your handle. You take lead.

Come on.

Go inside.

Push, push, push...

Get inside!

LBPD! LBPD!

Front room, clear!

I go, I go.

Show me your fuckin' hands!

- Go! Go! Go! - Next room!

- Stay low! Go! - Get back! Get back!

Don't fuckin' move!

Don't fuckin' move!

Do not take your weapon off of him.

Hey! Drop the fucking gun!

Fuck the hura!

Hey! Hey! Hold them down, I got him!

Hey! Hands! Give me your fuckin' hands! Turn around!

Charlie-85 in foot pursuit of the suspect.

At the abandoned Walmart just south of Oceanside Boulevard.

Requesting backup.

Charlie-85 inside of the abandoned Walmart. Suspect is here.

Requesting all additional units... Ugh!

You motherfucker!

Harmon?!

- Harmon! - Yeah, I'm here!

Get over here! Down!

You fuckin' move, I'll blow your brains out!

You hear me? You fuckin' hear me?!

Talk to me, Harmon! You good?

- We good?! - I'm good, I'm good.

Stay there!

Charlie-89, suspect is apprehended.

Send a backup to my 20.

When you're up to it, the detectives are gonna want to talk to you.

Do you have anyone who can meet you at the hospital?

No one that matters.

Hey...

I'm gonna come check in on you.

Okay.

- Hey, nice one. - Thank you.

When you said you wanted to run something past me,

I didn't think you were fuckin' serious.

Yeah, you know me. Never half-speed.

How'd your rookie handle it?

Come on.

Like I expected him to.

And you?

I...

From everything I've seen... it's a clean shooting on your end.

Look... I can't tell you how to process this,

especially since this is your first.

But you should sleep easy knowing that piece of shit made his choice.

How you holding up?

Uh... fine. I think.

Well, you've been through a lot tonight, so we can get into the details later.

But I gotta ask...

How'd you know he was at that motel?

I just got lucky, I guess.

We got a task force dedicated to working Delgado's murder,

and a patrol cop got lucky?

What do you want me to say?

I just need to know how to frame it for the brass when they look into it.

If you went off book, you might want to tell me.

Is this you and me talking?

Always.

Hey, everybody, listen up. We're gonna head on over to Ballast Point,

get a couple of brews and celebrate a positive outcome, all right?

- We'll see you there. - Yep.

- Hey. - Hey.

Fitting end to the day.

Fuck.

Good job.

I appreciate that.

Hey, let me ask you a question.

Just between me and you.

Did you consider taking a shot?

I don't think I could've held back.

No. I did right by Delgado.

I'm good.

Why don't you roll over to the Point with us?

Be like the old times.

Pfft. Sounds fun, but I'm gonna pass.

Suit yourself.

God, don't I drive your ass around enough?

Hell of a shift, yeah?

Yeah. They don't really prepare you for that at the Academy, huh?

No, they don't.

Yeah, but you did.

You're not gonna ride with everybody else?

Not if you're not.

Come on, go. You deserve it.

You did great.

Hey, come on. Let me buy you a beer. Hm?

Maybe a shot...

Ugh... yeah, okay. I'll catch up.

- All right. - Good night.

Next on On Call...

Gabriel has a hit on his head.

Over what we did. Grabbing Maniac.

We're not going back to Smokey, so you need to find another angle.

I said I see why people talk shit about you.

- Yeah, why? - Doesn't have your back.

Can't trust her.