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Previously on On Call...

Guy who owns this place is a heavyweight with East Barrio.

Is Maniac in Mexico?

Stop looking.

What's going on with your brother?

Gabriel has a hit on his head.

Over what we did.

Grabbing Maniac.

You grew up around this shit.

You know the rules.

I had an idea about your brother.

We move him to a different facility.

We wanted you to see this first

so you know your daughter will never be forgotten.

Thank you for all you've done. For us.

And for her.

She really loved wearing that uniform.

She was the best of us.

Hey, come on, girls. Come on, come on.

Hey, girls, how'd you like the station?

Now that we've seen it, I think it's time we make it official.

What do you say?

One for you...

and one for your sister.

And now you can fight the bad guys.

Like Mommy?

Hey, sorry, Diaz. You got a visitor outside.

Excuse me, girls.

Hey. You don't answer my calls, cabrón?

Been jammed up here.

Come on, mijito. She's been worried sick.

I went to visit Gabriel, and he's been moved.

They won't say where.

He's safe.

I got him transferred to another facility.

You're not gonna tell me where?

I can't, Ma. It's for his own protection.

You should've talked to your mom before you did that.

Oye, pendejo, this doesn't concern you.

Oh, yeah?

Hey. Is everything okay?

I know Alex doesn't have the power to move his brother.

Was it you?

It was a Hail Mary to keep your son alive.

All right? So if you wanna be angry, be angry with me.

Thank you.

211 just occurred at 263 East Park Street.

One unit at the scene, requesting additional units.

Charlie-85, six minute ETA.

You raised him right.

You should be proud.

Come on.

Ma, go home. I promise I'll come see you later.

Jesus. I thought this place was untouchable.

Meaning?

It's Smokey's.

They let a convicted felon sell weed?

Yeah. There's a lot that they let him do.

Got one for ya... knock, knock.

Who's there?

Three crazy fuckers in hockey masks knocking off a safe.

Hilarious.

They came in fast and heavy. In and out in under five minutes.

We're setting up a containment because an eyewitness

thinks that one of the offenders is still in the area.

How much weed did they take?

Supposedly none. Just cash.

So we can rule out Cheech & Chong.

And the kid outside... what? Collateral damage?

Bad guys and rent-a-cop exchanged shots.

Kid caught a stray. It ain't lookin' good.

Hey. Hi.

I'm Officer Harmon. Are you okay? Are you injured?

It's Malcolm's blood.

I tried to help him before the paramedics came, but...

That was really brave of you.

Hey, you know what I like to do when I'm worked up?

I breathe like this. Here, put your feet on the ground.

That's perfect.

I just like to breathe.

Okay? Like this...

In like a wave crashing in.

And settling as it goes back out.

I thought they were going to kill us.

They just came in shooting.

These guys in masks?

Did you recognize their voices?

No, but...

they sounded familiar.

Familiar like how?

Like from the hood.

Was there anything else that stands out?

Yeah. The safe.

Why?

They knew exactly where it was.

Fucking mooks probably used a homemade jam shot.

Burned up all the cash.

What's a jam shot?

A little explosive. A crude mix of shit, mostly nitroglycerin.

This is feeling like an inside job. Do we have access to the cameras?

Receptionist said all the footage is on the cloud.

The manager's the only one with access to it.

Where is he?

Vegas.

Fantastic.

Unit to clear and handle a 211 res now at 130 Palm Avenue.

Female victim's reporting three armed males wearing masks

forced entry and may still be inside.

Go. I got two units and detectives on the way. Keep me posted.

Diaz.

Charlie-85, five minute ETA.

Charlie-85, 10-97 at 130 Palm Ave.

Those motherfuckers!

Ma'am, you're okay.

Slow down, slow down. Are they still here?

No. They're gone.

Slow down, slow down. They're gone?

I need you to lay on your back. Lay on your back. I got you.

- Diaz, go check it out. - Copy.

Lay back for me. Is there any other family in the house?

Lay back.

No, it's just me. My dad is on his way.

Okay. All right, lay back for me.

Lay back for me. I got your head.

I need you to lay down, okay?

Charlie-85, suspects are G.O.A. Unknown direction of travel.

Requesting EMS. I got a female victim of assault.

She's got a head injury, but she's alert and responsive.

What's your name? Lay back. What's your name?

- Leona. - Leona. Okay.

Come here, Leona. Hey, you're doing a great job.

See? Help is on the way.

Just need you to hang in there, okay? You're doing good.

- We Code 4? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're Code 4.

But man, you gotta see this.

Go, go, go help. I'll wait for EMS. Go. Go. Move.

Okay. Hey, I got you.

I got you. Hey, look at me.

Hidden wall safe?

Had to be.

God...

Two consecutive hits in one afternoon.

It gets better.

Could you ID any of the men who attacked you?

They were wearing masks.

I know. But weight, height, age?

Anything that we can put out over the radio?

No. I don't know. It all just happened so fast.

Okay. Wait.

- Just give me a minute. - Yeah.

Hey...

I know your dad.

Okay? I've helped him out of a jam or two.

So you can talk to me.

If you know my dad,

you know that I can't talk to you.

Okay. Yeah, take her.

Go ahead. Thank you.

Hey...

give it a shot.

What do you got?

They saw three males dressed head to toe in all black

carrying a safe out of the house.

Middle of the day? Takes some fucking balls.

Yeah. Said they loaded it into the back of an SUV and sped off.

Plates? Color? Make? Model?

Nope. Just full-sized SUV. Maybe a Tahoe.

All right, keep knocking. Canvas the whole neighborhood.

You don't rip a safe out of the wall without attracting some attention.

- Go. - Yes, sir.

This has to be L.B. Flores making a move on Smokey.

No. This isn't a rival gang. This is an insurrection.

In East Barrio?

Yeah. It's a power grab.

I mean, you really think somebody outside his own crew

had knowledge of both safes?

Hold on, are you guessing here? Or you know something I don't?

I went to see Smokey.

Uh, hold on, ma'am, please.

And...?

And the bosses are pissed at him for not protecting Maniac.

They're sending a message.

Hey, can I get two minutes?

- Yeah. - Thanks, man.

Just because you can speak some pocho Spanish doesn't make us homies.

Pocho?

Damn, that hurts.

My mom, she used to tease me and my brother by calling us that.

So I'm not wrong then.

Ouch.

Leona, the men who did this to you...

are they connected to your father?

I don't know.

You're gonna have to ask him.

No! No! What are you doing?!

Hey, get her out of here, okay?

Leona! Leona!

Leona!

Hey! Hey!

Okay, we got her. She's safe. We got her.

I wanna see my daughter! What hospital is he taking her to?

Hey, you need to talk to us.

Talk to you?

That's what started this shit.

Then help me end it. I know you know who did this.

What, you think I'm gonna fucking press charges?

- Come on. - Chale.

Not so easy having a target on you, is it?

Diaz.

Put a target on my brother, now your shit's coming full circle, huh?

You better yank his leash.

Yeah. I guess you reap what you sow, huh?

- Hey, that's enough! - Hey, Diaz! Diaz, take a walk.

Go!

What are you guys looking at? Let's get back to work.

Okay, let's go.

That little boy that caught a bullet outside your dispensary?

Just got word... he flatlined. He was seven.

My prayers go out to his family.

Your prayers don't mean shit.

That could've been your daughter.

You don't think I know that?

Look at me, huh?

Let's put whatever bullshit we have between us aside,

and let's get these assholes.

You protect your family. I'll protect mine.

Smokey, don't make this worse.

- Come on. - No, no, no.

We got nothing to hold him on.

I got a better angle.

Stage-two tactical alert. We go full-court press on East Barrio.

- Whoa, whoa. Tactical alert? - Yeah.

We serve warrants on every documented member in the neighborhood.

They want to fight each other? Let 'em do it in our lock-up.

Don't we need the Watch Commander to sign off on that?

Who do you think just called me?

Sir, all due respect, this feels like a major overstep.

Oh, yeah?

You think it feels like an overstep to the parents of that little boy?

I hurt just as bad as you do, all right?

But instead of going scorched earth, let's be surgical about this.

Let's find out who did it, target them.

- Not the whole neighborhood. - Harmon, Harmon, Harmon. Look...

when you wear the stripes, you make the calls.

Until then, grab your rookie, head back to the station.

I'm calling in every division.

All right, everybody listen up.

Tonight's an opportunity to act fast.

No bullshit policy or red tape.

We put these motherfuckers in check the way we used to.

We're going zero tolerance on East Barrio.

We want every banger possible locked up.

If there's an outstanding warrant, parole violation... hook 'em up.

I wanna see lock-up full tonight.

Some of you already have specific assignments.

Everyone else, get with a team to assist.

If you do not want to assist, that's fine.

Just stay out of the way.

Lieutenant.

Let me be crystal clear...

this isn't a retribution tour for Officer Delgado.

This is about preventing more bloodshed.

Use good judgment.

All right, everybody, let's go put in some work.

Ma'am, if I may... what are we trying to accomplish here?

We're being proactive.

We are kicking the hornet's nest.

You heard the sergeant. You can sit this out.

No, ma'am, we're good.

Well, then there's nothing else to say.

Go execute warrants.

What was that?

I expect you to have my back.

East Barrio put a hit on my brother.

Fuck them.

Tactical alert accomplishes nothing.

Everyone who's arrested tonight will be out by tomorrow.

It sends a message.

You sound like Lasman.

Yeah? You sound like you don't know what side you're on.

You have three seconds to take that back.

I just want to nail Smokey.

Yeah. Like I don't?

What did you get out of his daughter?

Nothing. Smokey showed up before I was able to get anything.

But you think she'd talk to you?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

If we can find out who attacked her...

maybe we can contain this.

What are you doing here, pocho cop?

I'm never gonna live that down, huh?

How are you?

My head feels like a split papaya.

Nah, it ain't too bad.

You're being nice.

Why a lion?

My dad always called me his lioness.

You seem too sweet.

You don't know me yet.

My mom...

she always told us to never trust cops, so I get it.

But your dad might not make it out of this.

Leona, he's gonna kill whoever did this to you

- if they don't kill him first. - I know.

Then tell me their names.

Come on.

What if they come back?

Then I...

will be here for you before you put down the phone.

Jesus, what were you doing in there? Serenading her?

She gave one of them up.

Guy's name is Edgar Torres, a.k.a. El Oso.

He was muscle for Smokey.

She say where he stays?

Yeah. 20th and Lacme. House with the white fence.

Jesus. If she knows that, so does Smokey.

Charlie-85, show us at 1540 East 20th Street. Welfare check.

Police! Show me your hands!

Harmon!

Hey, he's got a pulse!

Charlie-85, roll EMS over to 1540 East 20th Street.

We've got two victims, multiple gunshot wounds.

Send me Homicide and a supervisor. One D.O.A.

Go get a towel. We need to staunch the bleeding.

Help is on the way, okay? Just stay with me.

I've got you. Help is on the way. I just need you to stay with me.

I need you to tell me... was it Smokey?

Pour into me, Lord, your spirit.

Edgar, was this Smokey?

Edgar!

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

Fuck.

Assuming those two are both part of the crew that hit Smokey,

number three's probably a dead man walking already.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Should we put a BOLO out for Smokey?

Who's gonna finger him for this double homicide?

We got no witnesses or evidence.

Maybe we just sit back then.

Let them take each other out.

Remember this...

it doesn't matter who they were yesterday.

Today, they're our victims.

Need additional units to respond to MacArthur Park

for a gang fight and multiple East Barrio members being detained.

Charlie-91, I'm on it.

West Division units be advised...

South Division has several gang members detained on the Metro platform

off the boulevard. Need assist.

Charlie-99, show us out there.

What do you want to do?

First, we wait for detectives.

Then, we see what that's all about.

- Hey, man! - Give me your hands!

Hey, what you doin', man?

Hey, get off me, bro! Get the fuck off me!

What are you doing? Where are you taking him?

He didn't do anything!

What do you think you're doing?

There's your message.

Sent and received.

Do you realize what you've done?

What? Taking violent offenders off the street?

Yeah. At the price of destroying what little trust we've built.

Oh, yeah? Well, which would you rather have... trust or safety?

I put 12 years into this community, all right? It's not either-or.

You put in 12 years?

I was born and raised not five blocks from where that kid was killed.

My mother still lives there. My roots run deep.

You don't think I've got roots here?

Harmon, your Long Beach and my Long Beach ain't the same thing.

If you don't know that by now, we got nothing left to talk about.

Then you should know better than anyone. This shit doesn't work.

So what do you think?

You've lived what I've lived and you have all the answers?

Sir, no. I do not have the answers, all right?

But I know what we've done here today... it isn't it.

You know what?

It's a start.

This is not a fucking start! This is...

Hey. Come on.

Listen, it's been a long night.

Tac alert's over. Let's grab a beer or something.

It's over?

We're gonna be dealing with the fallout for God knows how fucking long!

I get it, okay? I get it. You were right.

This didn't solve anything.

We have got to be better.

That's what I've been trying to teach you. Do you understand that now?

Yeah. A hundred percent.

Hey, kid. Give us a minute.

You've got some stones going toe-to-toe with Lasman.

I just... I don't know what the fuck we're doing.

The best we can.

Got something that will cheer you up.

Good luck with that.

Actually, luck is we got a bird whistling in our ears.

Singing a song that's gonna hand us Smokey.

On the murders?

Dope. Enough to bury him.

You in?

Fuck yeah.

Next on On Call...

Smokey's a person of interest in a double homicide

and a marked man by his own crew,

and you think he's still here in Long Beach?

He's got 50 keys of China Fire coming in tonight.

We have multiple armed offenders.

Everyone move in. I repeat, move in.

Shots fired! Shots fired!