On Call (2025) s01e05 Episode Script

1
[Diaz] Previously on On Call
You gotta trust me
on this. He's here.
- I can't have you uncertain.
- I'm 100% with you.
[gun shot]
Go, go, go!
We got a task force dedicated
to working Delgado's murder
and a patrol cop got lucky?
Did you consider taking a shot? I
don't think I could've held back.
No.
I did right by Delgado.
["Heart of Hearts" by
Grace McKagan playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Look at these people.
- [car horn honks]
- Dude!
- Yo! Let's go!
- Chill!
Kids, man, they got
no self-awareness.
They're your generation.
Uh-uh.
No, whatever they are,
I ain't a part of it.
Ooh.
You're in a mood.
Didn't you get any
rest on your days off?
I helped someone move.
You get time off and
you help someone move?
Girlfriend.
Technically, now ex-girlfriend.
She moved out.
Do tell.
She wasn't a fan
of the long hours.
She kept saying I was distant.
- So you dumped her?
- Other way around.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
How about you?
Hmm?
You seeing someone?
Me? [laughing] God no.
No. I am still
basking in my divorce.
Who was he?
If, you know if you
don't mind me asking.
A cop.
LAPD. Worked 77th.
What happened?
We
just got tired of
each other's bullshit.
Fair enough.
[chatter over police radio]
You good?
- With?
- What went down.
The shooting.
Man, I was.
Until you completely
fucked with my vibe.
- [chuckles] Oh. Okay.
- All right? Yeah.
- So maybe you can go backwards
- All right, Jesus
do a little rewind, unfuck it
- Unfuck it?
- And we can get along with our day.
- All right?
- All right.
[laughs]
Do you mind if we make a
stop? I gotta see someone.
What, you can't call them?
[sighs] It's my mom.
All right.
Let's go meet your mama.
- [construction sounds]
- [indistinct shouting]
- Oh, is that her?
- Yeah. I'll be quick.
Hang on. I'm coming with.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no, no, no.
Not a good idea.
What? Don't be rude. Come on.
- I asked you to come alone.
- Yeah. I know. I told you I was working.
Hi, I'm your son's training
officer, Traci Harmon.
I need to talk to my son.
Ma.
Por favor, show some respect.
When have they respected us?
That's okay. I'll
go wait by the car.
Hey, I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- Did he tell you about his brother?
Y'all took his future away.
It was nice meeting you, ma'am.
What's your problem?
[in Spanish] You know
exactly what my problem is.
Por favor, [in English] don't
start with that shit, okay?
Have you talked to him?
Who, Gabe? No. He hasn't
spoken to me. Why?
Your cousin Eddy
came by the house.
He said Gabriel has
a hit on his head.
What are you talking about?
What do you mean a hit?
Alex.
They want to kill him because
of you. And whatever you did.
What do you mean "what I did"?
What are you talking about?
He said that you
pissed off East Barrio.
Oh, fuck.
[in Spanish] I told you
this shit would happen.
[in English] Okay, okay. I'll
find out what's happening.
Whatever you did, you
need to fucking undo it.
Do not let anything
happen to him.
Hey. Is everything okay?
Yeah, yeah. All good.
Sorry about that.
I'm sure she's lovely.
Look, my mom's got a problem with
cops. Okay? It's not personal.
Ah, it's okay. Don't
worry, I get it.
[dispatch] Any available units
415 at 3306 E. Conant Street.
Charlie-85, show us responding from
17th and Canal. Six-minute ETA.
You sure you're good?
- Yeah. Hit it.
- Okay.
Mark!
Mark!
Mark!
Charlie-85, 97.
Mark?!
Ma'am? Ma'am!
Hey, are you the
one that called?
I'm trying to get my daughter
back from my ex-husband.
Your kid's inside?
Her school called. He
never dropped her off.
Okay. What's your name?
Tina.
- Tina, what's her name?
- Her name is Abby.
She's ten years-old.
We're supposed to have joint
custody, but he's two days past.
What makes you
think Abby's inside?
I use an app to track her phone.
And Mark doesn't have a job, so
he's got no place else to be.
- Mark's your ex?
- Yeah. For good reason. Mark!
Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.
Easy, easy. Hey.
Let's just give a little
bit of space, okay?
Do me a favor, go wait by my
partner. I'm gonna help you. Okay?
Long Beach Police! Open up!
- He's probably getting high.
- Long Beach Police! Open up!
May I help you?
Where's my daughter?
Just back up, okay?
Do you know her?
She's his latest girlfriend.
Sorry Officer, she does this all
the time. Won't leave us alone.
Can you get her
off the property?
- You are a fucking liar!
- [Harmon] Hey, just
- Take her for a walk.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- I want to see my kid!
- Is her daughter inside?
Yeah. Abby's lying down.
She's not feeling well.
Oh, poor thing. You
mind if I see her?
We don't know what it is. I
mean could be contagious.
Yeah, well, so could Tina.
Let's just put everybody's minds
at ease. All right? I'll be quick.
You can't just come in here.
It's a violation of our rights.
Actually, I can.
And I'm going to, whether
you like me to or not.
So why don't you open up this door, or
I'm gonna charge you with obstruction.
Thanks.
[horror movie playing loudly]
Leave it.
I'm gonna make some
coffee. Would you like
Why don't you stay put?
Where's Abby's room?
Stop. Just tell me.
Around the corner at
the end of the hall.
Been so busy. Haven't
had time to clean.
That's weird.
Maybe she went out for
ice cream with Mark.
I thought you said she was sick.
What little girl's too
sick for ice cream?
Charlie-85 requesting additional
units to 3306 E. Conant Street.
Possible missing child.
- Missing?
- Abby? You here?
Abby?
Abby?
Outside. Now.
Charlie-97 on scene.
Hey, what's going on?
- [Tina] Where's Abby?
- Keep them separated.
Diaz, with me.
What's happening?
What's going on?
Where is she? What
did you do to her?
Where is my daughter? Where
is my no! Just talk to me!
Just tell me what's going
on! I have a right to know
what is going on
with my daughter!
[dog barking in distance]
[man speaking
indistinctly inside]
Long Beach Police!
What the fuck?!
Get your hands where
I can see them!
- Now! Hands up!
- Whoa, wait. It's not what you think.
Diaz, get them out of here.
- [Diaz] Now!
- I'm her father. I would never hurt her.
Get the fuck out, okay?
- Sweetie? Abby?
- [Diaz] All right, let's go!
Go, get the fuck out!
Charlie-85, I need paramedics
over at 3306 E. Conant Street.
- Hey, Abby. Sweetie.
- [moaning]
Are you okay?
Daddy was saving me.
[Tina] No one will tell
me what's happening.
- What were they doing to her back there?
- We're doing everything we can.
Oh my God! Sweetie!
- Paramedics will be here any second, okay?
- Oh my God.
Come on. Right this way, ma'am.
[sirens wailing]
You call yourself a father?
What the fuck was that?
- She's possessed.
- Possessed?
Yeah. Throwing tantrums
and acting out.
- I was trying to help her.
- Looked more like torture to me.
I've done hundreds of
exorcisms. It's perfectly safe.
Jesus. That's what that was?
She's overcome with lust demons.
She got it from her phone.
All that shit warps her
mind and makes her act out.
She's ten, you asshole.
And her home life's a mess.
She needs to be
exorcised from you.
- Take them to booking for child abuse.
- Yes, ma'am.
Don't forget the Stepford
Wife. She goes, too.
[breathing heavily]
Hey. Get an IV started.
I'm coming right back.
- Is she gonna be okay?
- Yeah.
She just needs fluids
more than anything.
Yeah, and a lifetime of therapy.
Traci, you got a sec?
No. Not really.
I've been trying to call you.
I thought we agreed we were
gonna give me some space.
It's not about us.
I found your sister.
I don't remember
asking you to look.
I saw her on a call.
Where?
Junipero Beach.
You sure that it was her?
Yeah, unless the woman who crashed
your place the last time I slept over
has a look-alike, I'm positive.
You should go talk to her.
I've tried that, all
right? She's a lost cause.
Yeah, but she's your sister.
Do you know what happened the
last time I brought her home?
She stole the wedding ring
our dead father gave my mother
and she pawned it for
a bag of fucking meth.
Look, I appreciate what
you're trying to do here,
but there's a laundry list
of shit that she's done.
It's wrecked my mom. And me.
- Rolland, you got this?
- I got it.
Diaz!
[sighs]
You've been checking your phone
non-stop since we saw your mom.
Do you want to
tell me what's up?
It's my brother, man.
Your brother, what?
My mom said he's got a
green light on him inside.
Over some gang beef?
Over what we did.
Grabbing Maniac.
Hey, um, that guy we
went to see the other day
at El Toro, who was he?
- Why?
- Well, maybe he can help us.
- Maybe I can talk to him
- No, man, that bridge is burned.
Straighten the whole thing out. He's
gotta have some juice with El Barrio.
Run that BMW. They've
been driving erratically.
Look, I have a friend
in the D.A.'s office.
He could get your brother
into protective custody.
Fuck that, man. Clean.
What? Why "fuck that"?
My brother goes into protective
custody, his whole life's over.
Yeah. It sounds like it's
already headed that way.
Just what's up with this guy? Look
at him, he keeps on slowing down.
- You don't get it, man.
- What?
This life's all
my brother knows.
I mean, people who go
into P.C. are like
they're like defectors.
Okay. But you know that's
some prison code bullshit.
Yeah. To you, maybe.
Not to him.
[cars honking]
- Whoa, whoa!
- Jesus! Here we go.
[sirens wailing]
Charlie-85, be advised we're on a
traffic on West 14th and Oregon.
[Harmon on bullhorn] Driver,
pull over into this parking lot.
Fucking asshole, man.
Sir, can you roll
down the window?
Window.
Oh. Sorry about that back there.
I thought it was yellow.
What's going on? Where
are you coming from?
I got hungry before my surgery.
I saw a commercial.
Six tacos for two bucks.
Today only.
What hospital?
[man] Uh
I don't remember.
How about your name?
Do you remember that?
Lawrence.
You realize you almost just
caused a major accident, Lawrence?
Oh. I'm sorry, Officer, really.
Really.
Okay. Why don't you turn off
the vehicle and step out?
Yeah. You can just put
the tacos right there.
- All right?
- Yeah.
Do you get okay, sir.
It's okay, sir. Stand up.
You can just show
me your wristband.
Thank you.
Twenty milligrams of diazepam.
[sighs] Benzos.
Am I under arrest?
No. But we do need to get you
back to the hospital, okay?
How did you get out?
I just got up and walked out.
Amazing.
[phone buzzing]
- It's my brother.
- Yeah. Go. I got him.
Why don't you go ahead and give me
the keys and take a seat in your car.
Ha-ha! Look at the
boy in uniform!
Yo, I've been
texting you all day.
Ah, man, some pendejos
jumped a guard, bro.
We've been on lockdown all day.
You okay?
Si, I'm good. Good.
That's not what Mom says, man.
Fucking Eddy, man. I
told him not to say shit.
Fuck. So it's true, huh?
East Barrio put a hit on you.
Yeah. But don't trip, all
right? It is what it is.
Hey, look, um I'm
gonna fix it, okay?
No, no, no. Don't do
nothing stupid, okay?
You got something good going.
- Mom was right.
- Nah. Hey, hey.
What'd I say when you asked me if I was
down for you to go to the Academy, huh?
What'd I say?
You said, "Do it."
Mm-hmm. Yeah. You
know why I said that?
Because you braver than me.
You always been.
I'm I'm proud of
you. [speaking Spanish]
I can get you moved.
Nah. No, no, no,
no. That ain't it.
- That ain't it, okay?
- Gabe
- This shit's on me.
- Gabe, come on, bro.
- [alarm blaring]
- [commotion]
Shit, they're checking
cells. I gotta go, bro.
Promise me you
won't do anything.
Hey, hey, hey. Gabe,
Gabe. Wait, wait, wait.
Gabe.
Fuck.
Charlie-85, can I get an ETA for a
tow truck for this guy's vehicle?
[dispatch] Ten
minutes, Charlie-85.
They said that shit
ten minutes ago. Copy.
Hey.
What's happening? Is he okay?
Look, I
I need to talk to your
guy at El Toro, okay?
Dude, I told you
that's not happening.
He's a shot-caller right?
You said that he's got
juice with East Barrio.
Yeah, and that relationship ended
the minute we put cuffs on Maniac.
Please. Okay, look, they
want to kill my brother.
I told you we can protect him.
Well, he's not doing
protective custody!
All right, well, we're not going back
to Smokey, so find another angle!
That's some fucking nerve, man.
- What?
- I see it now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What did you just say?
I said I see why people
talk shit about you.
I see it.
Yeah? Why?
"Can't trust her."
"Doesn't have your back."
That's what they say? You've
got some fucking balls.
You got my brother
in this situation.
Me? No, we got him
into this situation.
You don't remember? I gave you
an out before we hit that motel.
[sighs]
Look
Smokey is a stone-cold
killer, all right?
We go back to him, your
mother could be down two sons.
Okay, so what? So I'm
supposed to just do nothing?
No. I offered you my help, but
you're too bullheaded to take it.
[argument in distance]
What?
[indistinct shouting]
Jesus. Is there something
in the fucking air today?
Charlie-85, we got a 415 in
progress. 14th and Oregon.
Sean, I can't fucking
take this anymore!
Take what? What am I doing now?
- You need help. Yes, you do.
- I don't need help. I need you.
[Sean] What the hell
are you talking about?
I can't do this anymore!
I can't have my son growing
up around this toxic shit!
Okay! Okay! Hey! Hey!
What's the issue?
I'm just having a
conversation with my wife.
He's fucking bipolar. He keeps
threatening to kill himself
- if I leave his ass.
- I never said that!
Let's just calm down.
Everybody's gonna calm down.
He keeps talking about killing
himself in front of our son.
Sir, do you need to
speak with someone?
No. No, she's the problem, okay?
She's smoking weed day and
night. You're never around!
- Fuck you!
- [Harmon] Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Let's just give her some space.
- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hands! Hands!
- Show me your hands!
- He ain't got shit on him!
Nobody's in trouble, all right?
Nobody's in trouble. We
just need to see your hands.
No, no. Fuck you. Fuck
you. Just shoot me, okay?
- Nobody is shooting anyone.
- [Sean] That's what you guys do, right?
- Don't shoot him! Please!
- [Sean] Just fucking shoot me!
- Ma'am, back up. Back up! Back up!
- Sean, please.
Our son is watching. Take your
hands out of your pockets.
[Diaz] Come on, man. Just take
your hands out of your pocket.
- Sean, please!
- [bystander] Don't shoot him!
- Okay, look.
- [Portia] Listen to them!
Sean, I'm gonna lower my weapon.
We're gonna lower our weapons.
You're gonna remove your hands
from your jacket, okay? Same time.
Okay?
- I got it.
- Okay.
We're gonna lower our weapons.
You're gonna remove your hands, man.
That's it. That's it.
Come on. Yeah. Okay.
That's it, okay?
- We're good. Yeah.
- We're good.
- Hey, we're good.
- We're good.
- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
- [Portia screams]
[shouting and screaming]
Sean! No, no, no, no!
Back up! Back up!
Y'all wanted some action,
huh? Here's your action.
- [Portia] No!
- Here it is.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- No! Do not fire! Do not fire!
Look at me! Look at me!
- I need all traffic on Pacific shut down.
- Let's have a conversation. Let's talk.
I need less-lethal ASAP.
I ain't got shit
to say to you, man.
That's fine. I'll
talk. Okay? I'll talk.
[Harmon] Let him talk, okay?
Sean, look, I'm
I'm having a pretty
fucked up day, too, man.
It seems like every
choice I've made
every single one has
been the wrong choice.
I pissed off my mom.
I put a target on my
brother, I mean
My girlfriend even moved out, man.
I mean she even took the fucking TV.
- [Sean grunts -
Okay, okay. Okay.
Okay.
Sean.
Look at you, man.
Brother, look at yourself.
Okay? You ain't got it so bad.
You've got a wife who cares.
You've got a son. Okay? A
son who looks up to you.
Okay? Look at your son.
- That's your baby boy.
- [whining]
[sobbing]
Your family needs you, man.
They need you.
Just end this peacefully, man.
Come on. That's it.
That's it, brother.
That's it, dude.
Come on. That's it.
That's it.
I'm so sorry.
- Sean.
- That's okay, man.
Look, brother, you don't have
to apologize to me, brother.
I hear you. Okay?
You two deserve better.
- [shouting and screaming]
- [Diaz] No!
What the fuck!
Okay, come on, buddy.
It's okay, he's
getting your baby.
Come on, come on.
[Sean screaming]
Diaz!
[wailing]
[Portia and baby crying]
[Diaz] It's okay. It's okay.
Hey. Are you gonna be all right?
Nah, man, I keep thinking
what if we didn't
What if we didn't walk
over and just let them be?
Well, then it probably would've
ended in a murder-suicide.
Right. Right. And then maybe
Or maybe they go on their way,
and that kid's poor father isn't
on a fucking ventilator, man.
He is alive, okay?
And there's a very good chance
that he's going to survive.
That family was going to suffer a much
worse fate if you hadn't intervened.
Trust me.
We think we know what this
job is when we first come on.
But it's not ever really ever clear
to us until we get that one call.
And for me, that call was an
infant who stopped breathing.
And no matter what I did, I
could not resuscitate her.
She died?
Yeah.
As hard as these calls are,
they pull at us like gravity
and they bring everything
else into focus.
Those rumors that
you heard about me
- Forget it. Okay, I
- No. No.
A little bit over a year ago, Lasman's
partner went too hard on a suspect.
I pulled him off,
and he shoved me.
It wasn't a big deal,
but he was fired for it.
And the people who tried to
cover it up were let go, too.
Lasman lost his promotion to Lieutenant,
and it went to Bishop instead.
And he and couple of
other people blame me.
But the truth is I never
even filed a complaint.
IA sealed the investigation,
so people are gonna think
what they're gonna think.
But if you ever question
my integrity again,
we're gonna have
a fucking problem.
[Diaz] Next on On Call
I talk. You keep your eyes open.
What do we got to
do to call it off?
You know the rules.
Your brother's shit out of luck.
Looking for the Sherriff.
Over there.
Don't worry, it's
just my little sister.
[closing theme music playing]