On Call (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

1
[Traci] 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!
[gunshot]
[Bishop] 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.
[Captain] Forward arms!
Dress right face!
Aim!
- Fire!
- [gunshot]
[Lasman] 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.
[officer 1] I know, I just can't
really get my head around it.
[officer 2] Yeah, I get a
just checking in
You just, you just never know
[breathing heavily]
You okay?
- [keys jingle]
- Let's just get some food first.
[engine starts]
[indistinct chatter]
Gracias.
[seagulls squawking]
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.
[chuckles]
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.
[phone buzzes]
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 [clears
throat] meaning to ask you
- Mm?
- What happened to your sister?
My sister?
[Alex] 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 [clears throat]
and it ended her career.
Fuck!
Yeah, but she's
she's okay now, right?
Depends on the day.
[dispatch] 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.
[police radio chatter]
Hurry!
Piece of shit's gonna kill her.
[Traci] All right,
go wait over there.
[Liana] Give me
my fuckin' money!
Get the fuck off me!
Police! Open up!
[Liana] You fuckin' hit me!
We're coming in either way!
- What the fuck do y'all want?!
- [Alex] Hey, step back.
- [Traci] Back up, back up.
- [Creeper] Bitch burned me!
- [Traci] Okay, everybody sit down!
- I did it in self-defense!
[Traci] 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
- [Alex] 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!
- [Traci] 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.
- [Alex] Turn around.
- Stay right there. Stay right there.
[Creeper] Bro, hold up. There's
something you might be interested in.
- Something you want to hear. For real!
- [Alex] 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?
- [sirens approaching]
- Come here, Diaz.
[car doors open, closing]
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?
[Rolland] All right, come on.
[Traci] Get in the car.
- [Rolland] Everybody shut up!
- [Creeper] You shut up!
I need to run
something past you.
[traffic noise]
[intense ambient music]
[Alex] So, you don't have anything
with your name and photo on it?
[Liana] I told you,
I don't got no I.D.
[Alex] 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.
[police radio chatter]
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.
[Traci] 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.
[door closes]
[police radio chatter]
That package they're
movin' You think it's dope?
[engine starts]
Yeah.
[Traci] See her?
There. Blue shirt, blue
shorts. Can I go now?
Sit tight.
[traffic noise]
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.
[Alex] At Monterey?
Oceanside Motel. Place
past Tam's off the highway.
[woman] You know
where to find me
Upstairs!
Oh, Jesus, this place is
like a McDonald's drive-thru.
[Alex] Maybe she
got the motel wrong.
[overlapping chatter]
[heavy bass thumping]
- Whoa, whoa.
- [Alex] Hm?
Look, you see that Escalade?
Look who it's registered to.
[Alex] 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?
[on radio] 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.
[sighs]
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.
[overlapping street chatter]
Wait out here. Keep
your eyes open.
Evening, sir. Sir? Can I
have your attention, please?
Have you seen this man?
[woman in distance]
I got my eyes on you!
[Traci] 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.
- [Diaz scoffs]
- 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.
[gun racking]
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.
[officer on radio]
4-Charlie-89 traveling south,
Charlie-93 and
Charlie-86 en route.
[dispatch] 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.
[dispatch] 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.
[exhales]
[breathing deeply]
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.
[police chatter]
All right. It's your
handle. You take lead.
Come on.
[intense ambient music]
Go inside.
[dog barking]
[dog barks and growls]
Push, push, push
Get inside!
[rock music blasting
inside room]
LBPD! LBPD!
[rock music blaring]
[officer] Front room, clear!
[music stops]
[dog barking outside]
I go, I go.
Show me your fuckin' hands!
[girl whimpers]
[gunshots]
- Go! Go! Go!
- [Traci] Next room!
- [officer] Stay low! Go!
- [officer 2] Get back! Get back!
Don't fuckin' move!
[man grunts]
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!
[grunts]
[Traci panting]
[metro announcer over PA]
[helicopter whirring]
Charlie-85 in foot
pursuit of the suspect.
At the abandoned Walmart just
south of Oceanside Boulevard.
Requesting backup.
[Traci panting]
[metal clangs]
[scraping]
Charlie-85 inside of the abandoned
Walmart. Suspect is here.
Requesting all
additional units Ugh!
[Traci grunts]
[grunts]
[struggling]
[grunts]
[coughs]
[choking]
[grunts]
[gasping]
[cocks gun]
[grunts]
You motherfucker!
- [door opens]
- [Lasman] 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.
[spits]
[Lasman] Stay there!
Charlie-89, suspect
is apprehended.
Send a backup to my 20.
[helicopter whirring]
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.
[pats door]
[siren blares]
- 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.
[police radio chatter]
How'd your rookie handle it?
Come on. [laughs]
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.
[water running]
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?
[sighs]
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.
[overlapping chatter]
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.
[both sigh]
Fitting end to the day.
Fuck.
Good job.
[cars starting]
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.
[sighs]
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?
[chuckles] 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.
[chuckles]
Hey, come on. Let me
buy you a beer. Hm?
[speaking Spanish]
Maybe a shot
Ugh yeah, okay.
I'll catch up.
- All right.
- Good night.
[car door closes, engine starts]
[crying, sniffles]
[Traci] 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.
[theme music playing]