Southland s05e10 Episode Script

Okay, guys, I got your suspect.
He's gonna be on top of the tanks here.
Okay, he's up and running.
He's up and running southbound.
Units on the east side, give me a perimeter.
Start to get the perimeter.
Surround the tanks.
On every side of that tank and wait for him to come down.
Oh, he's pointing a gun at us.
He's shooting at us! He's shooting at us! We're taking rounds, partner.
We're taking rounds.
All right, give me some altitude.
He's firing at us.
Everyone all right? Everyone good? Yeah.
All right.
Oh, shit.
We got hit in the -- we got hit in the fuel tank.
I-I smell fuel.
I'm thinking we got hit in the fuel cell.
I got gas on my foot.
Fuel's raining.
Patrol, officer needs help.
We're putting this thing in.
Most cops manage to stay sane despite the chaos all around them.
But in their hearts, they know everyone has a breaking point.
How's that new pillow work for you? Great.
Slept like a rock.
Yeah? Hey, listen, about the painters.
Oh, they can paint in there.
It's okay.
I'm, uh I'm gonna be moving back home tomorrow.
John.
Look, you know what Dr.
Steward said.
I think I know myself better than the shrink, all right? You've been amazing.
Above and beyond.
But I'm ready to go it alone and You won't have to lock up the knives in the kitchen anymore.
Oh, come on.
Look at me.
It's okay.
Listen, have a good day, okay? Go outside and go for a walk or something.
It's beautiful out.
I will.
You too.
He was right.
There was really no other reason.
I just need a little bit of help.
It's all right.
Morning.
Thought I'd bring you a coffee.
Jesus.
Oh.
What are you doing? I'm Brooke, by the way, the girl he stopped seeing so he could just you.
Okay, all right.
What's your problem, you psycho bitch? How the hell did you know where I live, huh? Brooke, Brooke, Brooke.
Well, I put an app on his phone.
Come on.
Don't be mad at me.
I did it for you.
- I came by so I can warn you.
- Don't touch me! - Hey! - What the -- what the Hey! No! No, I came here for you! - Oh, for me? - He's gonna use -- thanks a lot! Hey, come on! Now leave us alone! Get rid of her.
You crazy Doesn't belong to you! Hey, hey! You got to let go! Just go! Leave us alone! Shit! Okay, all right.
I hope you go have some demon babies.
- Get some help.
- Go die.
I'm fine.
Go! you! He was fine when we woke up this morning.
I had any idea that he was sick, I would not have taken him out.
No, fresh air is good.
Did you take him to the park? Um, no, the Cooper/Lucero crime scene.
I had to see for myself.
Maybe for his birthday, you could take him to the Dahmer house? Russ, I feel bad enough as it is, okay? All right, so, you have baby Motrin here on the side, extra diapers in the bag, wipes in the bag.
Cool.
Yeah, I got it.
I can figure it out.
Are you sure? Go catch bad guys.
All right.
I know you got it.
Thanks, Russ.
See you later.
So, unfortunately, nothing new.
We got Phillip, Cody.
Those are still the first names of the suspects that R.
H.
D.
is working with.
We got their truck.
License number is 1, Edward, 49901.
So, we're still on modified TAC alert, us and Midtown bureau, which means you're gonna be seeing brass and detectives in uniform, uh, until further notice.
Now, um, R.
H.
D.
wants you -- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait.
That's it? After 18 days? You got to make this an "us or them"? I mean, who -- seriously, who's that gonna help, Dewey? Sarge, come on, man.
This is bullshit.
Coop already said that he had to give up his pin number to these little pricks.
You think they didn't go try to get some money out? Where the are the ATM photos? And why is R.
H.
D.
sitting on that shit? I don't have an answer for that, Dewey.
I -- Hey, John.
Sarge.
I thought it was, uh, your day off, no? It was.
I guess Rabinkski needed a break from humping the pine to detox, you know, from all the stress.
We swapped days.
Okay, great.
That's good.
Uh, have a seat.
We just, um Yeah, we're just saying we got, uh -- just talking -- we got new citation books, so, uh, make sure you trade your old ones in at the kit room, all right? And then some of you aren't getting your supervisors to sign your log at the end of watch, so make sure you take care of that, okay? Uh, that's it.
We got any questions? All right, good.
Roll out and, uh Yeah, roll out.
So, this hippie lady -- Fran O'Brien -- she wasn't sure the guy she sold her truck to was named Cody? Yeah, like it says in our report.
Well, uh, what gave you that feeling, I mean, other than her saying so? What you want? A percentage? No, 67%.
We're just trying to get a sense here.
Look, let's just cut to the meat here.
We know the suspects had their wallets.
They had to use their credit cards or something at some time.
Did you guys get any hits? Nothing credible at this time.
What? What? Wh-what -- I mean, what does that even mean? Did you or did you not get a hit, man? It means that we're not at liberty to say.
Okay.
How about DNA? We hear the suspects cut their own hair.
There had to be clippings everywhere.
Where'd you hear that? Now you -- now you gonna answer her question with a question? This -- this is us sharing information? Hey, listen, guys, we're on the same team.
We just don't want you chasing ghosts.
You ain't on my team.
Now, when our intel is credible, we'll pass it down to the divisions.
We'll keep you apprised.
Next.
I talked to my buddy Matt.
He's on the team working my break-in.
What'd he say? Well, he said that Strokeface was actually at a strip club that night.
They got him on video.
Asshole wasn't lying.
Doesn't mean he didn't call it in.
I mean, he could have gotten one of his poo-butts to do it.
When he was alive and I was gunning for him, you try to cool me off.
Now he's dead.
You think he ordered it.
Hey, I was trying to keep you from doing something stupid.
Considering he got shish-kebabbed, maybe I had a point? Matt also said that there was a couple in their car making out that night.
They saw a crappy green Civic with a red hood burning rubber down the street away from my house.
We'll keep our eyes peeled.
We sure as hell will keep our eyes peeled.
I'm doing that ride-along with the airship.
Thanks for letting me know.
You know, partners are supposed to share shit.
Come on.
It's a half a day.
I thought you'd like going all lone wolf.
Oh.
It's like hay and battery acid.
Mine's great.
You just ordered wrong.
What's with the health kick, anyway, huh? Get out -- are you the gang detective? I just want to give her the washboard abs she deserves, man.
And trust me -- she's been earning them.
Ah! No.
No.
There's no red hood.
From Langer's, man -- number 19.
Beats those crap places around here.
I got lunch plans.
Keep it anyway.
They mean well, okay? It's just -- well, it's a tough situation.
Past 2 1/2 weeks, I have had these book-smart, street-stupid B.
S.
S.
experts telling me how I'm supposed to feel before I go back on the streets.
And now I got this -- what? This -- this peer counseling bullshit? I mean, half the time, these guys won't even look me in the eye, and the rest of the time, it's, "Oh, hey, hey, Coop.
"How about a group hug? Hey, buddy, can we, uh, help you wash your dick?" I'll get them off your back.
When do I get to carry again? This rubber-gun squad is like salt in the wound.
I mean, come on.
These numb-nuts know I have five guns at home, right? I can eat one there just as easily as here.
I'd keep that out of your next therapy session, huh? Terry I'm okay, all right? You know me.
Just get me back out there.
It's above my pay grade, John.
You got them to sign off on you.
I had a partner get killed.
You had a son.
A son, Terry, and somehow, you're not chained to your desk, and your holster's not empty.
My situation is my situation.
How I handled it is my business.
Yours is out of my hands.
We clear? Face the wall.
Spread your legs.
Just gonna see your ink here.
Hey, man, what the hell? Open your hand.
Oh, man, what the hell? Ow! Man.
What's up, man? Did you break into my house? What? Take this, scare the shit out of my kid? Hell no, man.
What you talking about? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I didn't take nothing, man.
Hey, this is my stop.
This is my guy.
I didn't steal shit.
Just relax.
This is my dad's ring from playing in the Rose Bowl.
This sucker stole it! Hey, hey! Hold it! All right, all right.
All right, all right, all right.
I bought that thing, man.
Bullshit! No, man.
Bullshit! I bought it from some guy at a club, all right? He was selling shit.
I came up.
Who? What is his name? I don't know.
Man, somebody called him Chris or something.
- No, his street name.
- What's his street name? I don't know all that, all right? This asshole's coming with us.
All right.
I won't touch him.
Okay, okay.
Just bring him.
Hey.
Hi.
I'm sorry we couldn't talk at the funeral.
I was -- no, I understand.
I understand.
I-I wanted you to know I don't blame you for anything.
I know you did the best you could.
Um I heard you and Hank, the night before, went to a bar.
A gay bar.
Is that true? Yes.
So Hank was gay? He was pretty clear he wasn't.
It would explain a lot -- why we grew apart How he was sometimes.
So please, you don't have to keep his secret.
If you -- if you were lovers, just say -- No.
No.
We weren't.
Asshole could still be lying.
Really? With a 211 warrant on him? He had every reason to spill.
Plus, he did not flinch when they asked him about the green-and-red Civic.
Oh, and I got the gang detectives running, uh, Chris through their system, every spelling, even with a "Q.
" I wouldn't put it past these fools.
If, um, anything jumps out at them and they can't reach me while I'm in the air, I told them to give you a call.
No worries.
I got you.
Keep a hard-on for that car.
Yeah.
You know what? I'm gonna find it, all right? All right.
You got your sea-sick bands? I don't need them.
Iron stomach.
How's it going? Good, man, good.
The minute he called me with this, I knew we had to get you guys involved.
Hey.
Hey, Lydia, how you doing, kid? I'm good.
You? I'm doing all right.
What's up? He's my partner, Chuck.
It's cool.
All right.
Lookit.
I got this piece-of-shit mid-level dope dealer by the name of Jyreese.
He goes and brings me a gun today.
Now, he got this gun from a couple of tweakers he deals with all the time in exchange for some dope.
Come on, man.
Let's just show her.
It's a Beretta 92FS.
Police issue.
We ran the serial numbers.
That's Hank Lucero's gun.
We bring this to R.
H.
D.
and they mess it up, we'll never forgive ourselves.
Grab up Jyreese.
Thank you.
Wrap that up.
Let's roll.
You a dirty cop killin bitch.
You know what cop killers get, huh? Stop! I wouldn't waste a bullet on your ass, bitch! Stop! Stop! Do this.
I ain't do shit! I ain't do shit! You lying bitch! Yeah, yeah.
You know that gun you gave bear? It's a cop's gun -- a dead cop's gun.
No! Like I told him, I got it from this tweaker.
Yeah, what's his name? I don't know! You're full of shit! Let me go! You know what? Bear doesn't want this type of heat on him.
- We might as well just make you road kill.
- You're a lying mother huh? Stop! You are going to hell.
Stop! Look, they two crazy-ass tweakers.
They buying from me all the time, okay? I'll take you to them.
Hey, Sam, are you sure you want to stick around Boyle Heights? I could take you up to Sly Stallone's house.
One of the pilots told me that they got women swimming around naked in the swimming pool.
No, I'm good.
What'd you say we're looking for again? Crappy green Civic with a red hood.
All right.
Adam 36.
I need an O.
P.
G.
at my location.
Got to impound a car.
Glad you finally succumbed to the allure of my pimp mobile.
Is that how you got Angela? Oh, yeah.
Back seat -- whole lot of stories.
W30, we have a possible.
Here they go.
Here they go.
I got two phones, dude, and I got a GPS.
Yo, no.
Cash.
I told you cash.
I'm gonna bring you cash.
I will, dude.
I'm just -- Get back in the car.
Go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.
Williams 40.
We're in pursuit of a green Toyota Rav4, no plate, headed southwest on Repetto.
Get out of the car! Get out of the car! Son of a bitch! This is as fast as this thing goes? We got it.
We got it.
Here we go.
Shoot.
Clear, clear, clear, clear.
Oh! Shit! What's he doing? What's he doing? Whoa! Watch out, watch out, watch out! Oh! Oh, damn.
He used to kiss Barb.
I almost decked him once.
He was a character.
Dig in.
Come on.
You know, I'm -- I'm working the desk.
I'm not really that hungry.
Well, I shouldn't be, butshit, now that I'm off the sauce, I've been eating like a racehorse.
You stopped drinking? Yeah.
The night you went missing.
Wound up driving around all night listening to the scanner.
I even hooked up with Danny Choi.
You remember him? Yeah.
Fat now.
Shit.
Anyway, he gave me a ride to help out on the hunt, and I vowed that if you were found alive, I'd clean up.
It's been 18 days.
Shit.
I'm, uh, glad I could help out.
Yeah.
New lease on life, huh? For both of us.
Yeah.
It's funny in a way.
So, you, uh -- you're all good now, huh? I mean, you always were a tough son of a bitch.
Yeah.
I'll take some credit for that, thank you very much.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Listen, I got to ask.
Some of the boys and I were talking.
Why the hell did you give up your guns? I mean, after that up thing back in the '60s and all the hoopla there was about that -- if I taught you anything, it's you don't give up your guns.
Come on, man.
Hey, I'm just talking here.
There's no need to leave.
John.
Johnny, come on.
Well, is -- is that one of them? - Who said that? - You did.
We're detectives, too, remember? What I want to know is how you have a picture of the suspect.
We had an ATM photo from when he, uh, tried to use their bank cards.
That might have been nice to have before we rolled up on him.
And what about patrol? You have them pull these guys over for a busted taillight and not know that they have cop killers? Hey, hey, hey.
You got a problem, you take it up with Captain Mullen, all right? Meantime, you mind telling me how, uh, major asshole winds up hamburgered in your suspension? Uh, we got a few anonymous tips.
Uh, the first one -- that there's a tweaker who fit the description.
He liked to cop his dope in an alley off of Repetto.
We found him, tried to talk to him, and, well, he bolted.
And the second one was that a dead cop's gun can be found in a dumpster on 4th and Central.
We called our buddy Chuck Munoz.
He works vice over there.
He's got a black-and-white that's holding that down for you guys now.
Yeah, well, the moment those tips came in, you should have let us know.
Well, why? We're on the same team, aren't we? The last thing we'd want is for you to be wasting your time chasing ghosts.
So when we have information that's credible, of course, we'll keep you apprised.
Yeah, that's, uh, teamwork.
Makes your dream work.
Thanks for running him over.
It wasn't exactly my intent.
And losing that other guy.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
Look, John, I am clashing with R.
H.
D.
on this, so I'm taking my own tack.
But if you don't want to talk about this, I totally get it.
I don't know what I can say.
I told them all I could remember.
I want to do something else.
It's gonna feel weird, but I want to see if I can get you to look at this from another perspective.
Can you imagine you're a video camera looking down on yourself? The house, everything that happened? Don't be in it, be above it.
And then tell me if you can see anything new.
No, I don't -- I don't, uh I don't see shit.
Okay.
I appreciate you trying.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Stay strong, John.
And we'll be in touch.
Sul-sulfur.
What? The guys's clothes.
They smelled like sulfur, like rotten eggs.
When they got close, their skin, clothes Sulfur.
Okay.
Oh, shit.
I told you to get rid of that shit you stole, but did you? Man, I don't know what you talking about.
Don't lie to me again, you stupid You're leaving town tonight.
- What? - that.
That's your big fix to get the cops off my back? It's not about the other house you robbed, genius.
Who do you think I am? The king of L.
A.
? I can't just make shit go away.
Oh, okay.
So I stick my neck out for you, and now you can't return the favor.
If I do get grabbed, I'm gonna let them know you're a dirty-ass cop.
Is that a threat? Huh? Are you threatening me? 'Cause you go right ahead.
They'll put me on a desk, there will be an investigation, and we'll see who lasts longer.
What does that mean? What do you think the NBKs are gonna do when I tell them you broke into a house and tried to pin it on them? You wouldn't do that.
Oh, I would.
And I will.
You're done, Moco.
You're done.
But I can't leave.
They stole my car.
You breathe a word of this to your sister, and I will personally bury you.
Attention all units.
This is an end-of-watch broadcast for police officer 3, Henry Lucero.
Attention all units.
This is an end-of-watch broadcast for police officer 3, Henry Lucero.
Officer Lucero, or "Hank," as his friends called him was also awarded several commendations in the course of his career, including the life saving medal in 2006 for saving a 3-year-old from a burning house.
Officer Lucero recently transferred into Hollywood Division, which was his last division of assignment.
He leaves behind his loving wife of 16 years, Adina, his daughter, Felicia, 13, and his 8-year-old son, Rudy.
He will be sadly missed by both his family and his L.
A.
P.
D.
family.
Officer Lucero, thank you for your commitment and your service to the citizens of Los Angeles.
And, Hank, you are now end of watch.
Hey.
Yo.
Do you know a Cody? Or Jody or Cody.
All the sulfur -- they use it, making matches, bombs.
Your favorite shampoo from the "Soul Train" commercials -- make your hair real silky.
Why do you know that information? Why? I read books.
Hey, where's Cody? Oh, shit! We clear.
William 40.
We have a 187 suspect contained in the tank yard.
We need an airship.
Get S.
W.
A.
T.
rolling.
So, these tanks -- they go on for acres, all right? We don't want to go in there.
We'll wait for airship to get here to get eyes.
But I bet he's on top of one of those things.
Yeah, he's a sitting duck up there.
Yeah, well, not so fast, okay? We're not gonna rush in there.
If he's got Cooper's gun, it's still got 14 rounds in the mag.
Yeah, I'm sure he wasn't suggesting that we climb up there and get picked off one by one.
Yeah, what the hell's wrong with you, man? What's wrong with me? Yeah, you.
What's wrong with you? This is the second time today that you've kept major intel from R.
H.
D.
So I got to wonder about you guys' priorities, huh? You want to get these assholes, or you want to get yourselves in the headlines? Oh, wow.
You're accusing us of that? After not sharing a single lead? Are you kidding me? What's wrong with you, man? What's wrong with you, huh? Mommy got you on a short leash here? Yo, what's wrong with you? Are you ignoring me? I'm standing right here.
I will knock you the out, man.
You're an idiot.
Keep talking to me like that.
I will rock you to sleep.
You are not anything, you understand me? - I can barely hear you.
- Break it up.
Break it up.
Wait.
W-w-what's wrong? Where are you going? Oh, my God.
All right.
I-I'll be right there.
I got to go.
What's going on? I got to go.
I got to go.
You okay? You want me to go with you? No.
You stay here and get this guy.
Okay, guys, I got your suspect.
He's gonna be on top of the tanks here, guys, on top of the tanks, hiding behind a utility box.
He's up and running.
He's up and running southbound.
Units on the east side, give me a perimeter.
Start to get the perimeter.
Surround the tanks.
The tanks are right in front of you.
Let's surround those, okay? Let's get everybody on every side of that tank and wait for him to come down.
Oh, he's pointing a gun at us.
He's shooting at us! He's shooting at us! We're taking rounds, partner.
We're taking rounds.
All right, give me some altitude.
He's firing at us.
Everyone all right? Everyone good? Yeah.
All right.
Oh, shit.
We got hit in the -- we got hit in the fuel tank.
I-I smell fuel.
I'm thinking we got hit in the fuel cell.
I got gas on my foot.
Fuel's raining.
Patrol, officer needs help.
We got to land this thing.
Okay.
Just hang on, Sammy.
We're gonna be all right.
We're gonna be all right.
Uh, looking for a place to land.
Control, send an R.
A.
to our location.
Have them track our location.
Control, control.
We're at Harbor division.
Control, Harbor division.
Send an R.
A.
Make it a health call.
Officer needs help.
Officer needs help.
We're putting this thing in.
A35, copy.
All available units for traffic control, airship may make an emergency landing.
Our fuel cell has been shot.
We are going in at our location.
We're at Harbor division.
Control, send an R.
A.
I got a lot of wires over here, partner, a lot of wires.
Fuel cell has been shot.
We are going in at our location.
We need a unit quickly.
Need to find a place to land.
Tell -- tell me -- tell me he's okay.
Oh, he's great.
It's okay.
Yeah.
He's just getting his diaper changed right now.
He's fine.
What happened? Uh, he had a febrile seizure.
What's that? It sounds worse than it is.
The doc said that it's common when a baby's fever spikes.
You know what? He -- he, like, stiffened up a little bit.
His eyes started to flutter, so I raced him over here, and he was done by the time I got here.
Oh, my God.
Oh, look at him.
He's great.
Hey.
And his temperature's normal.
Okay.
He's teflon, like his mama.
Right? Yeah.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Oh, save me some.
Don't worry.
There wasn't much left to begin with.
Here.
Hey, hey.
I saw on the news.
God, John.
You still haven't given me an answer about the baby.
I mean, I had time to think about it.
Now the more I do, the more sense it makes to me.
I mean, the two of usParents? Come on, that's a home run.
I know.
Look, I just -- now is not a good time for us to be making decisions like this.
No, no, no.
Now is exactly the time.
I see thingsclearly, like -- like I never have.
What do you say? I mean, is it the whole funky-family thing that's bugging you? 'Cause, I mean, we could -- we could -- we could even consider living together.
I mean, why not? John, John.
We could make this work.
Hey.
I don't want to have a baby.
Not with you.
Not anymore.
I'm so sorry.
All I could think about, all I could see was Nate, you know? Who would tell him or -- or how he would act or if he'd even remember me when he was 3.
That -- I'm telling you -- that was the scariest part, him not knowing me, you know? Hey.
I'm sorry.
Baby.
Hey, why don't you just meet me in the café? It's Moco.
Okay.
All right.
I think he's in trouble.
Okay.
Look, let's let Sammy rest, all right? I'm sorry.
Baby.
What's wrong? He left L.
A.
He left L.
A.
I think something's wrong.
Okay, maybe he's just sleeping one off, okay? No, no.
He called me.
He said he -- he's moving to Atlanta, that he got some job or some shit.
Shh.
Calm -- calm down.
Chris, a job.
Okay, okay, okay.
All right.
Calm down.
Okay.
Okay.
All right? Okay, I'm gonna fix it.
Okay.
Okay? All right.
Come on.
Commander Andrew Smith from media relations, and I'll be introducing our chief, Charlie Beck.
Thank you, Commander Smith.
And I want to thank the outside agencies who participated in this manhunt.
But I want to give special credit to the detectives that brought this case to a close.
As all of you know, robbery-homicide division is our most elite detective unit, but they couldn't do their job without the divisional detectives.
And I want to bring forward an individual who brought this case to a close.
He'll tell you a little bit about it.
Detective Ruben Robinson.
Ruben.
Excuse me.
Thank you, Chief Beck.
He called me -- Cooper -- after S.
W.
A.
T.
took Cody down.
He wanted to thank me.
Nice.
Yeah.
Hopefully that will get him some peace, you know? What are you doing here, anyway? You gonna let R.
H.
D.
get all the glory? Trust me -- Ruben is up there on that dais representing for both of us.
Oh! Even though he is way in the back.
You think he's warm enough? Are you kidding? You got him wrapped up here like the Michelin man.
You know the Michelin man is white? Dude's supposed to be made out of tires, and they make him white.
You ever think about that? Give me this guy.
You're crazy.
Hey, buddy.
I think he likes you.
Mm.
All right.
Even more than me.
Oh, yeah, probably.
Mm.
What are we doing here, Lyd? I don't know.
Hey.
Hey.
I brought you some clothes.
Thanks, man.
You.
What's up? How's it going, man? Good.
Yeah? Yeah.
She's good? Yeah, she's all right.
She didn't -- she didn't look good.
She's all right, man.
Yeah? No.
It's all right.
You okay? Alive.
Yeah.
Yeah.
You know, after you left I started thinking.
If I were an asshole who robbed a cop, I thought maybe somebody saw my car, what would I do? I'd probably ditch it, right? Maybe set it on fire.
So, uh, I called around, you know, to the various police garages, and I ask them, "have you towed a Civic with a red hood recently?" And guess what.
today, in our division, they impounded a car that matches that description.
They even faxed me a report.
And get this -- the car is registered to a Cris D.
Herrera.
This mother -- I run -- I run his name, and he is a half a gangster with the street name Moco.
Moco.
That's the street name of my of my partner's girlfriend's brother.
Ain't that right? man.
So many lies, Ben, and -- and you almost had me, all the way up until the end, but in the final hour, you used your own badge number.
And I wonder, "now, why would he do that? "Just inexperience, maybe ego, or perhaps that's just what happens when he panics.
" You think I broke the code? No.
You broke it first.
I stuck my neck out.
No questions asked.
And I lied to I.
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when you beat the shit out of Tammi.
I backed you, man, said there was no tape.
And then when you can't shake the guilt, can't live with yourself, like some goddamn altar boy, I'm supposed to let that happen? No.
No.
I did what I had to do.
What any sane person would do.
I did it so you wouldn't mess up your whole life.
That's shit.
You know it.
You did it for you, like you always do.
You did it for yourself.
Hey, I have -- I have saved your ass more times than I can count.
You saved my ass? You -- that's your job.
You want a pat on the back? And, by the way, you saved my life after you put my life in danger, after you put my son's life in danger! So, you want a pat on the back? Maybe I'll give Chief Beck a call, and he can give you another hero's award, Officer Sherman.
You poster boy.
Is that what you want? you.
me.
You piece of shit.
Get off me.
We were partners! We were partners! Were.
That's right were.
Piece of shit.
You're right.
I did come back to patrol to try and make a difference to help cops avoid some of the mistakes I made Hell Some of the mistakes I continue to make.
But all I can do is show them by how I act out there to hold on to who I am and see if anybody cares.
I won't help everyone.
I couldn't possibly.
I-I can see that now.
But I don't really have to, you know? That's not all it is for me.
Hey, what the hell are you doing? Get off my damn property.
I told you if I had to come back here again, we were gonna have a problem.
Leave it off.
I'm gonna bust your ass for your little grow operation you got going here.
You want to go to jail? Oh, you're that cop.
My brother told me about you.
Yeah, apparently, he didn't tell you enough.
We're not growing pot, idiot.
They shut off our power 'cause we missed two payments.
We're running that so we can cook and keep our lights on.
Is that a crime now? Yeah, it is a crime.
It's a noise violation.
You're keeping my wife up.
Tell her to shut her windows.
Shut up out there! pig.
What did you just say? You heard me.
Just 'cause you're a cop doesn't make you any less of an asshole.
Police! Let me see your hands! Let me see your hands! Stop! Turn around slowly.
Let me see your hands! Gun! Gun! Clear that gun.
Weapon secure.
All right, hey, let's get an R.
A.
Hey, this guy's a cop.
This is John Cooper.
Hey, get an R.
A.
Hurry up.
Come on, man, stay with me.
Come on.
Come on.
Stay with me.
Keep breathing.
Come on, buddy.