01x04 - Unsung

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[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!

[g*nsh*t]

[Bishop] Gangs just ID'd Delgado's

sh**ter. Street name, Maniac.

Is Maniac in Mexico?

Stop looking.

He said Delgado was

one of your trainees,

and that you'd take

her m*rder the hardest.

[Captain] Forward arms!

Dress right face!

Aim!

- Fire!

- [g*nsh*t]

[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 sh*t.

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 f*cked up.

f*ck 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.

f*ck!

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

sh*t never happens

when we're at Chipotle.

Never.

Charlie-85, five minute ETA.

- I gotcha. Yep.

- Thanks.

[police radio chatter]

Hurry!

Piece of sh*t's gonna k*ll her.

[Traci] All right,

go wait over there.

[Liana] Give me

my f*ck' money!

Get the f*ck off me!

Police! Open up!

[Liana] You f*ck' hit me!

We're coming in either way!

- What the f*ck do y'all want?!

- [Alex] Hey, step back.

- [Traci] Back up, back up.

- [Creeper] b*tch 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?

b*tch burned me!

Look what she did!

- Look what she did to my

- [Alex] Hey!

Hey, step back, okay! Put

this Cover yourself.

m*therf*cker 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 f*ck' head in the wall!

I didn't do that! It was probably

one of the dozen pinche pendejos

- that f*cked her before me!

- Okay!

f*ck you, you

two-pump m*therf*cker!

- 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 as*ault to that?

That's hasta luego, Creeper.

- b*tch 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 f*ck' hands!

There were some fools

from East Barrio earlier,

partying with some girls.

Lot of talking and sh*t.

I heard one of them say that

they're sitting on a hot package.

East Barrio?

k*lled a cop, right?

- [sirens approaching]

- Come here, Diaz.

[car doors open, closing]

They were talking like

Scarface, or some sh*t.

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

f*ck' 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 as*ault and sales.

Okay. My girl, Baby

Blue, was with 'em.

[Traci] What's

Blue's real name?

f*ck 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 a*s?

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 f*ck 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.

g*ng affiliation, East Barrio.

Holy sh*t, 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?

f*ck, you're still on that sh*t.

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?

f*ck' 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 g*ns.

[g*n 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 k*ller.

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 f*ck' hands!

[girl whimpers]

[g*nshots]

- Go! Go! Go!

- [Traci] Next room!

- [officer] Stay low! Go!

- [officer 2] Get back! Get back!

Don't f*ck' move!

[man grunts]

Don't f*ck' move!

Do not take your

weapon off of him.

Hey! Drop the f*cking g*n!

f*ck the hura!

Hey! Hey! Hold them

down, I got him!

Hey! Hands! Give me your

f*ck' 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]

[c*ck g*n]

[grunts]

You m*therf*cker!

- [door opens]

- [Lasman] Harmon?!

- Harmon!

- Yeah, I'm here!

Get over here! Down!

You f*ck' move, I'll

blow your brains out!

You hear me? You

f*ck' 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 f*ck' 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 sh**ting 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 sh*t 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 m*rder,

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.

f*ck.

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 a*s 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 sh*t about you.

- Yeah, why?

- Doesn't have your back.

Can't trust her.

[theme music playing]