Southland s03e02 Episode Script

Believe me, God did us a favor.
We'd be right back here in eight years, arresting that little Vato's ass, or at least zipping him up in a bigger body bag.
What did you say? Hey, I'm just trying to keep it real, baby girl.
"Keep it real, baby girl"? Man, that's somebody's kid.
Most good cops are passionate cops.
Put enough of them together, and occasionally those passions explode.
Oh, Frosty the snow man.
Doesn't look jolly to me.
Looks like he caught a few hot ones and melted.
Ah, there's one good one for my collection here.
Remember his brother Bigfoot, funeral he had -- stretch hummers, strippers throwing cash? Yeah, Bigfoot had style.
But Frosty ain't having no parade -- tell you that much.
Nobody shot Frosty? Did I stutter? Nobody shot him.
So the bullets just fell out of the sky like raindrops, landed on my man.
What else you want me to say? Start with the truth, asshole.
I ain't getting killed over this shit.
Nobody did it.
That's all I'm saying.
Your buddy over there -- he's got a mother, a girlfriend, a sister.
Doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna have to tell them that Nobody shot their baby three times and hold them as they cry their eyes out.
I'm standing in living rooms four times a week 'cause of assholes like you.
I hate it.
So don't tell me Nobody did this.
Don't tell me that.
Look at me! Don't tell me that! Sammy.
What you getting all loco on this kid for? Nobody, my ass.
He's lying, Nate.
Lying.
Nobody is somebody.
You all right? Come on.
Keep it together.
It's hot in January.
Frosty from Westside Ridaz was shot dead this morning off Florence.
The injustice.
Downtown called half an hour after he stained the sidewalk.
We don't want October all over again, with the Ridaz and Latin Hustlaz lighting each other up on every other block.
The last thing our new chief wants is a racial gang war to break out over the MLK holiday.
Shootout on King Boulevard! Hey! Hey, I leave for four months, and the whole world falls apart.
You forgot how to read your watch in rehab, officer Dudek? Sorry about that, sir.
Won't happen again.
Goddamn right.
Find a seat.
These flyers have information on clothing, hand signs, graffiti, known hangouts of the Ridaz and Hustlaz.
You see any traffic infractions, write them up.
Tow the car if you can.
The more gangsters we get off the street, the better chance we have of this thing not escalating.
All right? That's it for now.
Stay Frosty.
Hopefully better than him.
Brown, A35, with Sherman.
Gonzalez, A25, with Rokos.
A10 is Robinson with Lisco.
Hey, you and me, Romeo.
What's going on, sarge? Dewey's riding with you in A43.
Look.
I can't stick him in a u-boat by himself.
He's been out for months.
You're the best I got.
Get him back in the saddle.
Okay? All right.
Redhead Sally? You? Really? Yeah.
Sally.
What's so goddamn funny? What? Man, she wasn't even home five minutes.
This is ugly.
You look at this? The gun is still smoking in his hand, with a handwritten suicide note.
And his wallet has a receipt for the gun and the bullets.
We're gonna be out of here by 5:00.
This is beautiful.
It just seems weird.
She'll be as big as a house.
Missionary's out of the question after the fifth month.
But if Tammi's anything like Mariella was, she's gonna be all over you.
I just can't get my head around it, that's all.
Head around what -- the case or your wife's rapidly expanding ass? We even got a name for this shooter yet? We got Nobody, boss.
You say that with some pride, Bryant.
Nobody, as in Juan "Nobody" Vargas, Latin Hustlaz.
His mother hasn't seen him.
Neither has his P.
O.
He's out and about.
So nobody's seen Nobody.
Cute.
We need to get him into custody before somebody decides to even the score for Frosty.
You have any specific street corners we can hit? I got a c.
I.
I can talk to who knows the Latin Hustlaz pretty well.
Okay.
Let's do that, all right? Nobody.
See, that's the problem with these new-school gangsters these days -- no ambition.
Ahh.
You smell that, huh? Garbage and piss.
That's life, baby.
That is life.
I used to think I could see stuff when I was drinking.
Blind as a bat, man.
My eyes are wide open now, baby.
I can see clearly now the rain is gone John, you know what this job is about? About step number four, my man.
You have to be willing to take a serious, deep-ass inventory of yourself.
I mean, if you want to be out here catching demons, John, you got to know your own demons, brother.
Sure, people are gonna fight.
They're gonna They're gonna kill each other.
I mean, we can't do anything about that.
I mean, they're driving the cars.
We're just the guardrails, baby.
We don't got any real power.
The real power is from the man upstairs.
Hey, look at me.
The sooner you realize that, you start understanding how it all works, man.
You seeing this? Whoa.
Light 'em up.
Ahh.
You ready for this? You kidding me? I was doing this for three years before you ever became a boot.
Can you roll the window down, please? I'm gonna have to ask you to step out.
Can -- can everybody step out of the car? Step on through, please.
Everybody out.
Let's go.
Everybody out.
Come on.
Everybody.
Everybody.
Officers, I'm sorry.
We always take two cars, but today one broke down.
We're late for a gig at my cousin's restaurant.
It's their grand opening.
And if we don't make it, she's gonna kill me.
She'll kill me.
You, uh -- you know "Cielito Lindo"? Ese, check it out.
We're having an MLK unity car show this Sunday.
Fat Terry's gonna be there.
You should come by.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
What ever happened to fat Terry's gold six-trey Impala? Oh, man, that Vato sold that so he could get that lap-band thing done, man.
Actually, he's just Terry now, 'cause he ain't fat no more, you know? Oh, that's messed up, man -- make a man choose between his health and his show car.
Shit, that's what I'm saying, homes.
Yo, uh, what are you hearing about Frosty and Nobody? Man, I ain't no snitch.
I'm off the paper now, you know? We're not gonna put your name anywhere near this shit, man.
Just tell us what the street's saying.
Come on, dude.
You can trust me.
Well, I heard that Nobody's cousin Leti was creeping across town with Frosty, homes.
Like Romeo and Juliet? He's my partner, man.
He's good.
Don't worry about it, all right? Yeah, yeah, that black and brown together and all that shit, homes.
Hey, they were in Glendale, at the cheesecake factory.
And some heina that works across the way at the mall caught them slipping, dog.
So word got back to Nobody, and Nobody hit up Frosty, and Frosty slapped the shit out of him, homes, in front of all the homies.
This whole thing is over a stupid girl? If you'd seen this girl, homes, you wouldn't think it was so stupid, ese.
Wow.
All right, man.
You're always helpful, man.
Hey! There was a time right about now when I'd have to be firing up a couple of margaritas, but I-I don't do that now.
I know what you're saying.
I got three years in.
Shut the hell up! You just have to keep doing the steps every single day, Hermano.
Look, look.
Four months, baby.
You're my hero! Come here! Okay.
All right.
Stop, stop.
Okay, stop.
Sir, you have 11 people in your vehicle.
It's a seven-seater, correct? Yes.
Okay.
Yeah, that many people in a van is dangerous.
You can cause an accident.
I'm very sorry, but we really need this gig.
No, I understand that, but you're gonna have to -- John, John, listen.
Let's -- let's just throw a couple of them in the back of the car.
It's only a few blocks away.
We'll give them a ride down there.
No, we're not gonna do that, okay? No, we're not giving anybody a ride.
No, sir, you need to handle this on your own.
Get the van -- wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
John, John, this is my favorite part.
Ay, ay, ay, ay canta y no llores porque cantando se alegran Cielito Lindo Los corazones Somebody shot Nobody.
Somebody just messed up our weekend.
You mean Nobody messed up our weekend.
That's the hard part man.
The first share, in front of the whole group.
I mean, you're standing there thinking, "there's no way I'm as bad as these pathetic pieces of shit.
" But the more you talk, the more you listen, you start realize, you know, we're all the same, brother.
We're just trying to figure it out.
There's this one guy in my group.
You know him, man.
The, uh -- he's like the Deputy Mayor.
Oh, you thought I was bad.
Jesus.
The maid run out screaming.
She was going crazy.
- Which room? - 42.
She was crying, Spanish.
Did you check it out? What are the cops for, then? You got a passkey? Yeah.
Here.
Passkey -- take it.
Wait inside.
- D.
B.
? - No.
Hot as it is today, we'd have smelled it before we hit the stairs.
Police! Open up! It's jammed.
Maybe we should heed the sign.
You want me to go back downstairs? That.
We're already up here.
All right.
Clear! What's your name? Dan Charnas.
What happened here, Mr.
Charnas? My girlfriend tied me up.
By herself? No.
She was with my wife and my other girlfriend.
My wife was the one holding the gun.
Player, player! What? I was checking out some hip-hop in rehab, man.
There was this ballplayer.
I can't really tell you his name, but, uh, let's just say he comes off the bench for the Lakers, baby -- money.
Look, hey, I got to take a piss, man.
All right.
Just give me a second to get you untied.
No, no.
Hey.
That's not the problem, officer.
Yeah.
Aah! Oh! What? Does it -- what? Does it look bad? W-what'd the hell did she use, krazy glue? Yeah.
Yeah.
All right.
We're gonna need an R.
A.
Unit.
Oh, no.
Come on.
Shit, I my wife was pissed.
What? A43, send an R.
A.
Unit to our location.
Yeah.
We got a sticky situation here.
Hey.
Hey, where you going?! What's the use of a traffic Cam if all you get is a partial plate? At least we got the make of the car right after Nobody got shot.
That'll narrow it down.
You know how many Cadillac Escalades that could be? So Chuy thinks Leti still works on Olvera Street? Yeah.
Chuy's usually got pretty good info.
What's she doing dating a gangster, ese? Better to date a gangster than a cop in this neighborhood, homey.
They lost $6 million in condos that they invested before the market crashed, and he filed for bankruptcy.
Hmm.
And of course, at that exact time is when she filed for divorce.
Romance without finance is a nuisance.
Guess he didn't take it well.
You know, I read somewhere that as a black woman over 30, I have a better chance of getting shot than getting married.
I got shot when I was at Newton.
Look.
And I've been divorced twice.
Trust me, nena, both experiences are overrated.
Oh, the daughter -- she's flying in from Atlanta, and she wants to speak with us after she identifies her parents.
Speak to us about what? Our job is to get the case down.
It's down.
But you got to feel for the daughter.
I mean, both of her parents are dead and her father's the killer? No.
I save my pity for the families whose murderers we can't catch.
There's a sale at Nordstrom this weekend.
You want to go? You're incredible.
The den mother? You prefer bugs the badge bunny? That's what they used to call her.
She tried to get me to do a threesome with her once.
She still have that autographed "Dirty Harry" poster by the front door? Uh-oh.
Shit.
Sir.
You all right? You okay? It's my girl Rosa.
I don't know why she's tripping like this.
Did she cut you? It was an accident, homes.
She didn't mean it.
All right.
Where is she? The back of the carrucha over there.
Right here? All right.
We'll check it out.
Stay here.
You got to be kidding me.
His blood's real.
Sir, how'd you get that cut on your arm? - You didn't see her? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We saw her.
We saw her.
Come here.
So, what happened? I just told her to change her clothes, go put on something nice, eh? Uh-huh.
She always wants to go out looking like that.
Yeah.
The movies, the park.
And then I got to get into fights with dudes, 'cause -- 'cause they be looking at her, then they be looking at me, talking shit.
Okay.
All right.
So she cut you when she got mad.
Yeah.
But I didn't want to, dog.
She made it do it -- she starts yelling, she loses it, and I just wanted her to calm down.
A35 requesting an R.
A.
Unit at 1200 East Pleasant Avenue, will then be en route for mental evaluation.
You ever been in love? It's a bitch, ese.
What's it gonna be, Sammy Jr.
Or one of those white-boy valley names like Kyle or Preston, Dylan? Wayne, after my dad.
Rachel, maybe -- maybe -- if it's a girl.
Good.
At least it's not gonna be Brittany or Amber, or one of those porn-star names, right? You've given this way too much thought, man.
Damn.
Was that kid born sagging? Probably didn't have much of a choice.
Now that I'm gonna be a dad, this whole thing is hitting me.
You know, all the guys we arrested.
All the bodies we stood over -- how many of them do you think had fathers -- I mean in the house, around? Not too many, man.
This whole gang problem is about parenting.
You walk into the living room, it's always the same song.
"Why, why, why? Why did the lord take my baby?" And I'm thinking, "well, maybe he's dead "because you're a crackhead and don't know who the father is, "or maybe had you raised him instead of the homies, I wouldn't be standing here.
" Father's day is the most confusing day in the ghetto.
There she is.
The face that launched a thousand bullets.
I'd dodge a few bullets for a shot at that ass.
Yeah.
Maybe Frosty wasn't so crazy after all.
Once you go brown, you stick around.
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that.
What? A-and I won't tell Mariella what you said about her ass, either.
All right.
- Geez.
- What? No! Oh, my baby! Oh! Why?! Why?! Why?! Damn.
What the hell are we doing here? You jinxed us with all that long-weekend and Nordstrom talk.
Who the hell cares if joker shot lil Scooby? It's still murder.
Hey, Sal.
Hey, Lydia.
How are you? - Detective .
- Hey, Sal.
- How's Susan? - I don't know.
You probably talk to her more than I do these days.
Of course, you knew that before you asked the question, huh? So what's going on? Ridaz and Hustlaz are at it again.
Metro's sending out boy platoon for crime suppression.
It's the third body in 10 hours.
We don't have enough coppers to cover the cases.
So this is ours now? All gift-wrapped with a bow.
Hey, one more dead body, and we're gonna end up on the front page of the Times.
And all the 11:00 news shows are gonna make us look like idiots.
Nate, Sam, you finish up the canvass and then, uh, take these guys back to Alvarado, debrief them.
Hook up with Metro.
Snatch up some gangsters while they're working the homicide.
You got that? Got it.
And hey, no more dead bodies this weekend, okay? Good to see you.
See you later, Sal.
In my Newton gang-unit days, we never needed any help.
We worked triples by ourselves -- one Detective.
Highest clearance rate in the city.
I heard they were weeping in the halls when you left.
Why don't you go back? See you guys.
I mean, it's common knowledge.
I'm not ashamed of it.
I'm a freak.
People know that.
Know what I mean? All y'all know.
I like that swinging-from- the-chandelier stuff.
Hell, I don't even care if monkeys is watching.
You know? And so when Sally breaks out the polaroid camera, well, shoot, I get confused, since, you know, normally I'm the technological one when it comes to stuff like that.
I'm a gynecologist in my spare time, right? Mm-hmm.
So I break out my brand-new iPhone, thinking I'm gonna get a chance to use some of that H.
D.
-video action.
Take a little trip to Brazil without ever going to the airport? Oh, not even, brother.
She was already dressed for winter.
Yeah, she got that fur coat.
Come on.
Yeah.
That's the deal.
Boot knows what I'm talking about.
Mm-hmm.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Well, anyway, she stops me -- first time ever.
I mean, she really wants this polaroid.
So she stands me up against the wall, pulls out her camera, and takes a picture like when we snatch up one of these little baby gangsters trying to make a, um -- F.
I.
card.
Exactly, and then she signs my name and tosses the polaroid in a shoe box.
She's probably got half the division in there.
This is what I'm saying.
So, did she take a picture of you yet, Boot? No.
Anybody got a buck? I'm trying to get another coffee.
John, give me a dollar.
You'd think I asked you for your firstborn or something.
I dealt with it for five years.
You can't take it for four hours? You know what? When he was drunk, it was funny.
If I got to hear one more thing about A.
A.
, I'm gonna bring back the Daryl Gates choke hold myself.
Hey, did you guys hear about that shooting down at East Gage Street between the Ridaz and the Hustlaz? Stupid idiots.
If they had a half a brain between them, they'd believe in a higher power and sanity could be restored.
Step number two, my friends.
All right.
Let's go.
You get that for me, please? Yes.
Hey, Boot, Sally ever ask you to wear your hat? Huh? I used to keep my spare set of blues in her closet, man.
She's a freak! Hey, I know I want you, want you I know you want me, want me you know I want you, want you I know you want me you know I want you, want you 1, 2, 3, 4 uno, dos, tres, cuatro Si es verdad que tu eres guapa yo te voy a poner gozar tu tiene la Boca Grande Dale ponte a jugar, como? 1, 2, 3, 4 uno, dos, tres, cuatro First body we caught was Frosty, of the Westside Ridaz.
Originally we thought it was typical beef over drug territory.
Turns out it was over a girl.
Frosty was banging Leti Vargas, first cousin of Juan Vargas, street name Nobody, of the Latin Hustlaz.
So Nobody shot Frosty, but who shot Nobody? Cams picked up a silver Escalade leaving the scene of the drive-by.
David Marcus has the car, and the profile fits the description.
Might have the car but doesn't fit the profile.
Just got back from S.
I.
D.
No GSR marks on his hand, no gun.
This kid David Marcus is literally a choir boy.
He plays the drums at second A.
M.
E.
And this truck -- paid for.
Perfect credit, manager of a video-game store in the Fox Hills mall.
No tats.
He doesn't even have any parking tickets.
Diamond earrings, baggy jeans, drove a tricked-out S.
U.
V.
Blasting glasses Malone.
So? This guy could be an innocent civilian.
Or he's just another asshole we haven't caught yet.
Either way, look the part, pay the price.
Oh, come on, man.
If -- if dude was driving a Prius, bumping John Mayer, he'd be alive right now.
You know it.
You see? That's Tony in front of his Escalade, Rodrigo, next to Eddie, my baby.
They all have shaved heads, earrings, baggy jeans.
They love hip-hop.
Tony's a Captain in Afghanistan, Rodrigo just became a P2 in southeast, at Eddie's at Berkeley, and you're gonna tell me that my boys deserve to get shot up just because they wear baggy jeans and love hip-hop? I bet you if they were white and they lived next door to you in Santa Clarita -- Castaic -- I live in Castaic.
And don't throw that tired "white boy doesn't understand the neighborhood" bullshit at me.
Don't do it.
Where do you live? La cañada Flintridge.
Oh, times is hard.
So much crime out in the Flint.
Bodies just stacking up.
Tonight we're at the site a joyous celebration -- a young girl's first step into womanhood, a quinceañera.
Instead, it's a crime scene, with the gunman still at large and two innocent victims left in his wake.
A young mother and her 4-year-old son lie dead, the fourth and fifth victims of an MLK weekend full of violence, in sharp contrast with Martin Luther King's message of nonviolence.
Detective Salinger.
Is this shooting related to the other ones? No comment.
Is it racially motivated? Hey, what do we got? Lydia and I are checking traffic cams to see if we get lucky and catch a plate.
We're looking for a dark blue Chevy Suburban.
All right.
Hang in there.
The father of the baby is a Latin Hustla.
Did he get a good look at the shooter? Nope.
Dark, Chevy Suburban, maybe.
Shooter was black.
- The gun? - AK-47, based on the shell casings.
S.
I.
D.
is running the ballistics now.
Geez.
An AK? Wasn't even a bullet fragment that killed the kid.
It was shrapnel from the car door.
There's a lot of guys coming up from Mexico.
AK is easy money on the street.
Hardware that heavy, it's got to be a neighborhood gun.
They pass it around the gang from crime to crime.
Well, good.
If it's been used before, maybe we'll catch a break.
Listen, find me a good wit, all right? There's no way we find a casing this far from the house.
Well, you never know.
Hey, this one time, when I was a boot, this drunk lost his glass eye in the middle of the street.
My partner and I had to look for it.
Just about the time I'm gonna give up and go ask my T.
O.
If I could punch out, kkkt! -- I stepped right on that bitch.
Oh.
What was the kid's name? The hell would you want that in your head for? Believe me, God did us a favor.
This neighborhood, two gangster parents -- we'd be right back here in eight years, arresting that little Vato's ass, damn sure be zipping him up in a bigger body bag.
The universe saved us a trip.
What did you say? Hey, I'm just trying to keep it real, baby girl.
"Keep it real, baby girl"? Man, that's somebody's kid.
Yeah.
Two Gangsters.
You see any bona fide humans around here? Get back in your tuna boat, bitch! Bitch? I'll show you a bitch! Hey, hey! Knock it off! Knock it off! Meet me in a parking lot off shift! God damn it, there's cameras everywhere! Bitch.
Shut him up.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Him up.
Everybody get the hell out of here now.
Get him out of here.
All right.
Let get of me, man.
Just let go of me.
Let go.
Get out of here, all of you.
Lydia.
"I'll show you a bitch, bitch.
" Tuna boat, my ass.
Are you kidding me, man? Are you freakin' kidding me?! Those stupid bitches.
John, I've never hit a woman in my life.
I'm not a woman-beater, man.
But tonight I was this close to beating both those bitches down, man.
Armed or unarmed.
I don't give a shit! The only piece of metal those bitches should be allowed to carry is a frying pan! Jesus Christ! Oh John, you know what? All I did was tell the truth, bro.
That is it, man.
I told the truth.
You know as well as I do we should bus every one of those dirty gangsters down to the coliseum, throw in some guns and ammo, lock the door, and let God sort it out.
Let's get some more coffee.
Yes, let's get some coffee.
Stupid bitches.
Get in your tuna boat and get out of my face.
Oh, great.
You want your coffee black, right? Yep.
Not a word, Boot.
Let's roll.
What? Come on.
Son of a bitch! We got at least five different cases where an AK was used in the last three months.
All near Ridaz territory.
Wouldn't they just toss the gun? Toss an AK? No way, man.
It's too hard to replace.
It's golden.
Alejandro Joaquin Cuervo.
Remember the name.
Remember the face.
He's a reminder as to why we drag our sorry asses out of bed every morning in the service of a city who just doesn't give a damn.
Fighting gang crime is like punching water.
No matter how hard you hit, you just can't seem to leave a dent.
But when a baby is murdered, it makes you remember what it felt like the first time you put your blues on and stood in front of a mirror.
It makes you remember why you became a cop.
The mission's clear.
Punish evil everywhere.
There are hardworking, decent folks that live in these communities.
Certain lines just cannot be crossed.
There's only one way to send that message sometimes.
So we're gonna send our boots so far up these gangsters' asses, they won't even dream about pulling this bullshit again.
God damn it, I want the gun.
I want the killer.
I want them both -- pronto.
You know what we're looking for, right? You guys don't know? We're looking for an AK-47.
You guys know where that is? Nobody knows? What about you? Get your hands up! Hands up! Hands up right now! Hey, man.
Y'all got a warrant, man? What the hell's going on, man? Hey, man, that's medicinal right there, man! I want names, location, gun, right now, or I take you in.
Three strikes, you're out.
See, baby? That's why you never trust the police, man! Where's the AK? Huh? Where's the gun?! Give me the other hand.
Give me the other hand.
Tell us where the shit is.
Come on, boys.
You want to go home, you want to go to jail? We won't put your name anywhere near this.
Just tell us where the gun's at.
Take him.
Go! Back door! Kitchen, kitchen, kitchen, kitchen! He's running! Pigs can't catch me.
Hey there, dirty.
Can I get you a chair? Moretta! Pull up, man.
We got it.
It was under the couch.
AK-47 with your sheet -- man, you ain't ever coming out.
Pull your leg under.
You killed a Hustla baby.
I know a couple Vatos in Folsom that would love to holler at you.
Man, I ain't kill that kid, man.
On God, one of the homies just dropped that gun off, man.
Give us a name.
A name, asshole.
G-Ron, man.
Man, look, G-Ron killed that kid, man.
I swear to God that's all I know.
How did Dewey get so screwed up? Was he always like that? No.
He was passionate and focused, like you.
The job doesn't make you something.
It just brings out who you already are.
You can't tell me dead babies don't bother you anymore.
You got to learn when to turn off the camera inside your head.
How do you do that? Well, when you learn how to do that, you're ready to be a training officer.
See the suburban? Yeah.
Light 'em up on my signal.
A43, show us in pursuit of a dark blue Chevy Suburban, license plate three-Adam-Baker four-five-seven-David.
Heading east on Van Ness, just passing Slauson.
Ow! Shit! Get up.
I am.
Get up! What's your name? Greg Ronaldson.
What's your street name?! You got these on too tight.
Your street name! G-Ron.
What? Let's take a trip, G-Ron.
Lay off, man.
So, how does a good guy like David Marcus end up with an asshole best friend like you? Was he in the streets? Hell naw.
His pops would have whupped his ass.
But y'all hung anyway? Since Markham Elementary.
But he didn't end up a Rida.
Did all your friends end up as cops? You got choices.
But your peoples are your peoples.
He ever let you borrow the car? Three weeks ago.
Bunch of us took some cluck-clucks down to the cheesecake factory in Glendale.
Frosty's girl -- she was there.
Your friend is dead because you borrowed his car.
They knew the car.
They thought they had you.
But instead it was David who was shot.
That's not my fault.
I never did no dirt around him.
David had dreams, a wife, kid.
He ain't deserve to go out like that.
So you shoot up a birthday party out of loyalty to a man with a wife, a kid, a man that was churchgoing? He wasn't even banging.
You killed a baby, asshole.
If I could do it again, I'd use a Mac-10 next time, make sure I take even more of them out.
'Em.
'Em all and anybody who's down with them.
You don't have a Sally story? No.
My car is parked at her place.
And I could really use a massage after I tackled that dude.
You're a glutton for punishment.
You guys are just jealous.
Yeah.
You have been warned, my friend.
You have been warned.
What can I say? Love's a bitch, ese.
See you tomorrow! Can I help you with something? - Yeah.
I'm Victor Cifuentes.
- Yeah? - We met a couple of months ago at the open house.
- Yeah? I'm Tammi's photography instructor.
What's going on? Listen, I don't know how else, you know, I'm gonna say it, so I'm just gonna say it.
I'm in love with your wife.
We need to be adult about this, figure it out, and do what's in the best interests of the baby.
That's all I wanted to say.
I'm sorry, Sammy.