01x09 - Bad Day at Aqua Mesa

[bunniefuu]

Frank: South Central Los Angeles.

You hear those words, and already,

there's a story coming
together in your head.

Like when people talk
about the Old West.

You see two gunfighters
on a dusty street,

but no one thinks about
how those fellas got there,

why they're about to pull the trigger,

who else might catch one
when the b*ll*ts fly.

Only way to know the real story

is to put yourself in their boots.

Man: I'm saying, though, Miss Kelly,

you can't just listen to all
that soft-ass college rock.

First of all, watch
your language, please,

around these kids.

Second of all, I can
listen to whatever I want.

This is America.

You've got to at least
listen to some Kendrick.

He's got that hood thing
and that college vocabulary,

you know what I'm saying?

All right. I'll make you guys a deal.

I'll give Kendrick a try
as long as you all promise

to come to one class this
week at the Center, okay?

Learn some of that college vocabulary.

[Tires squealing]

Man: What?

[Screams]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Dog barking]

[Siren wailing]

[Clears throat]

Look, counselor, I
know you're a busy man,

but we're dealing with a case

possibly related to Water Street,

so any light you may
be able to shed would...

What was your name again, officer?

Detective... Craig.

Oh, excuse me... Detective Craig.

Okay, here's a hypothetical,
Detective Craig.

Say a cop walks into your office

and asks about a -year-old case...

a case in which your client was charged

with murdering a police officer

on the evidence of a planted firearm.

Allegedly planted.

Oh. That's the spirit.

Only, this detective
shares the last name

with the arresting
officer in said case...

Billy Craig.

Well, hypothetically,
if I were the lawyer,

I would see it as an opportunity
to find out the truth.

You're not here working a case
related to Water Street, are you?

You're here as a son.

A son with, obviously, grave
doubts about his father.

And my job isn't about the truth.

It's about representing my
client... Delvon Lincoln.

[g*nf*re, sirens wailing]

Teflon.

He claimed he was in the
employ of a dirty cop,

which is the reason... so he claimed...

that no charges against him ever stuck.

Hence, the name Teflon.

Okay, then, why sh**t a cop?

Why bite the hand that feeds him?

Now, that is an excellent question.

Why would a drug dealer with a
permanent "Get out of jail" card

want to sh**t a police officer?

Seems to me Teflon made
a hell of a fall guy.

That's not who my father was.

Do you have any idea why I'm comfortable

putting aside attorney/client privilege

to even talk to you about this matter?

Because there is no
attorney/client privilege any longer.

It d*ed with Teflon.

minutes after being
remanded into Twin Towers,

s*ab wounds.

[Screaming]

His mattress looked like a sponge.

Unsolved, of course.

Sounds like a hit.

I believe they call that
"tying up a loose end."

[Cellphone rings]

[Cellphone beeps]

Who did it?

On the inside?

I heard Mexican Mafia.

Mexican Mafia?

Why them? Who were they working for?

[Scoffs] I have no
idea, Detective Craig,

but I suspect that was the point.

There'd be nobody left to ask,

and there wasn't...

until you stepped into my office.

[Indistinct conversations]

Welcome, detectives.

Today was not a good day.

All this for a drive-by?

The victims are two males, black...

apparently, - West
Compton Mob-affiliated...

and a girl... Kelly Price,
not from the neighborhood.

Where from, then? What
was she doing here?

Well, she worked here while she
was getting her master's degree.

Raised in Baldwin
Hills, went on to UCLA,

graduated summa cum laude.

She was outside on the steps
talking to a group of kids,

when a car pulls up...
one driver, one sh**t.

No one got a good look at them.

Frank: Well, that explains
the dog-and-pony show.

Take her out of the picture

and this never even makes the news.

The other two, you
said West Compton Mob?

That's right. They've
got g*ng cards on file.

Nothing major, but
they're definitely banging.

West Compton Mob still
feuding with the Avalon Royals?

[Scoffs] Like the
Hatfields and the McCoys.

Nice to know some things never change.

Shall we pay a visit, trainee?

In a second.

[Feedback]

In moments like these,

I believe it's important
to reflect on who we are.

What's up, guys? My name's Kyle.

You police?

I'm a detective.

You good police or bad police?

I try to be a good one.

Yeah, but you're not always.

I'm always trying.

Just like Kelly was always trying to be

the best teacher she could be, right?

How we want our children to
see us... to see themselves.

You know the best way
to be a good policeman?

I don't know.

Maybe try not to sh**t
so many black folks?

That... and talk to people.

Because at times like these,
it's easy to lose your way.

You hear anyone talk about the sh**ting,

who they thought it was?

... and resources to delivering justice.

I just threw up in my mouth.

[Applause]

Stirring oration, Deputy Chief Lockhart.

Cram it.

Joy. What you said
meant a lot to all of us.

Frank, this is Todd Barber.

He sponsors this and many
other community centers

around Los Angeles.

That's very generous.

Not really. I grew up with nothing.

Not in a neighborhood like this,
but kids deserve a place to go.

Doesn't matter what neighborhood.

Detective Rourke is
running point on this case.

I am?

I am.

I didn't know Kelly personally,

but I know what she
meant to the people here.

The response from your
department's been great.

You know, we have our own security team.

They'd be more than happy to pitch in

if you think they could help.

In fact...

Paul?

Detective Rourke,
this is Paul DiNardo...

spent years with the
sheriff's department,

now my head of security.

I'll be straight with you,
fellas... when I'm out hunting,

I don't like to catch scent

of anyone else stomping
through the woods.

Know what I mean?

Not here to step on any toes, Detective.

Luckily, we're not dancing.

Gentlemen, Detective, Deputy Chief.

Sean: My mom says
never talk to police...

about anything.

They'll twist you up
and put a case on you.

I'm not here to twist you up.

I just want the men who
did this... the bad guys.

You know who the Avalon
Royals are, right?

You see them?

Were they in the car?

How about any of your friends?

Somebody saw something.

You're not a snitch. I respect that.

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I'll see you around.

[Joe Budden's "Serious" plays]

[Rapping] ♪ Man, y'all done gone and did it ♪

♪ Well, come on with it ♪

♪ The fifth got a kick, but won't slip ♪

♪ I rubber-gripped it ♪

♪ Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas ♪

♪ I'm double-gifted ♪

♪ Double-barrel shotty ♪

♪ You double-jointed when you flippin' ♪

♪ Ask about your boy, they'll
tell you I'm not the fella ♪

Ignore the first runner.

He's just holding the dope.

There's your sh*t caller.

_

- Five- !
- Yo, cops, man!

Should've worn your Nikes.

[Grunts]

[g*n cocks] Don't!

You're probably used to
sh**ting unarmed black men, huh?

Not so easy knowing I'll sh**t back.

Is that your big-yard stare, hardass?

It might scare the little old lady

at the corner store,
but I'm not impressed.

You wouldn't last
minutes in Afghanistan.

You're all talk, rookie.

I don't fear the oppressors...

or their house slaves.

Take off that badge and g*n.

I'll show you how we
get down out here, boy.

Give it a rest. You're not
gonna goad my partner into...

It's been a slow morning, anyway.

bucks on my trainee.

Got you covered on that one.

Whoo!

Oh, man!

Your old man's smiling
down from Heaven right now.

You want to cry police brutality now?

Yeah. I seen how you
get down out here, homey.

Dope-slinging and drive-bys
do not a revolution make.

How many brothers you put in the ground?

How many kids you orphan, huh?

How many kids you have?

You got a lot of anger, bruh.

I'm not a therapist or anything,

but you can't carry
all that anger with you.

You could get cancer or something.

You sh*t a civilian, and her only crime

was standing next to a bunch
of gangsters from West Compton.

Everybody knows you guys
been beefing with West Compton

since the dawn of man.

You think I'd be out on the
corner after pulling a drive-by?

You need to check
your assumptions, bruh.

[Hip-hop music playing]

Looks like we're not the only ones
making assumptions this morning.

[Music stops]

You're trespassing.

We just come to take what's ours.

What's that, little homey?

Your life, bruh.

_

Guys! Guys!

Hey! Guys, come on.

Why get ourselves into some
"High Noon" type situation here

when we could just put down
some cardboard and settle this

with an old-fashioned
breakdance competition?

Dice?

"Yo' mama" jokes?

[Scoffs] Man, you crazy.

You're here for the
same reason we are...

the drive-by that k*lled Kelly Price.

Man, you know we won't hit
you in front of the Center, right?

Why? What about the Center?

Community Center's -
supposed to be off-limits...

a neutral zone.

Violate that, that's a capital crime.

But y'all pigs don't got to
worry about it. We got this.

That's not how it works.

Yeah? Then how does it work?

Let me tell you how it's gonna work.

You give us hours
to figure out who it is.

hours, we bring you a name.

We don't, then you can turn
the neighborhood into Fallujah,

for all I care.

hours.

And then the bodies start dropping.

And !sis ain't got nothing on us.

♪♪

[Siren wails, police radio chatter]

♪♪

[Engine revving]

You just cut a deal

for a -hour truce in South Central.

Time's running out.

We have no next moves,
and you're playing games.

Helps me think.

We should have put
bracelets on all these dudes.

Are you really buying
that the Avalon Royals

weren't involved in the sh**ting?

You never worked the South
End, like me and your dad did.

There's a rhythm to these things.

Those guys knew we'd come calling.

They didn't lie low.

Tells me they're not involved...

not directly.

So, then, we have nothing.

This one's gotten under your skin, huh?

That's good.

But you can't force it.

Not gonna get anywhere

running around South
Central busting heads.

They're used to it.

Have faith, trainee.

Drive-bys are like mule deer...

they follow a well-worn path.

In the next hours, the car
from the drive-by will show up.

Trust me.

Then we'll have a trail to follow.

Doesn't give us a lot of time.

[Dog barking in distance]

You want a cup?

I'll take a beer.

That's not gonna help.

Where are you, son?

Talk to me.

You heard about this
girl... Kelly Price?

The one who was sh*t.

I'm not sure what it is about this one,

but I feel connected somehow.

Maybe you see this girl
the way you see yourself.

What do you mean?

Doing her part in a neighborhood
she felt connected to

but not one she fully understood.

I do understand.

I'm on the outside looking in.

She... became a part of it.

Black man with a badge.

Your father struggled with it, too.

Did Dad ever mention the
Water Street case to you?

It was one of his last cases...

just a few months before...

He wasn't himself the last few months.

Not himself enough to
plant a g*n on a guy?

Your father?

That's not all.

This guy, he was k*lled in prison...

maybe to keep him quiet.

Is this really about
your father's legacy

or is this about you justifying

the work that you do with Frank Rourke?

Because I've seen a change.

And what really worries me is,
I'm not sure that you have.

Solving your father's m*rder
isn't why you became a cop.

And I think this girl,
Kelly, reminds you of that.

But you can be all these things, Kyle...

Billy's son, Frank's partner.

But the most important thing
is, baby, don't lose yourself.

Nothing in witness statements.

Exactly what you'd expect
with a g*ng-related sh**ting.

People are worried about their own kids.

Vicious cycle.

And the surveillance footage

- gave us no clear angle on the sh**t?
- Nope.

What about the West Compton
guys who got k*lled at the scene?

Well, they've got g*ng cards on file...

low-level dealers.

Managed to piss somebody off.

This one doesn't feel right, man.

How's it supposed to feel?

Someone punches a hole in
the fabric of the universe,

it lingers, you know?

Just out of professional
curiosity, are you high?

I know what you mean, but
no. This is really him.

This girl Kelly, she was
all positive charge, right?

Surrounded by light, and something...

something upset the natural order.

Wait.

You might actually be onto something.

Well, don't act too surprised.

[Scoffs] Not about the hippie garbage,

but something's definitely
wrong with this sh**ting.

Check out the spray pattern.

The sh**t brought
the muzzle back around.

Oh, I see it...

left to right and then back again.

And the concentration of
firepower is there.

Right where Kelly was sitting.

She wasn't in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

Kelly was the target.

♪♪

[Radio chatter]

Dispatcher: All units be advised...
vehicle in drive-by recovered.

One suspect down, two in custody.

Frank: What'd I tell you,
trainee? Just like mule deer.

You're right about the car.

Make and model line up
with witness statements.

Plates look like they're
b*rned beyond recognition.

Doesn't matter. It's stolen.

Suspects jacked it to pull the drive-by,

then torched it to cover
up any physical evidence.

Pretty standard stuff,

except this one looks
like arson interruptus.

Raw Dogg?

And !sis ain't got nothing on us.

Gentlemen.

DiNardo? What the hell's he doing here?

Rent-a-cop says they were
here on an investigation,

sniffing around the 'hood for
the guys who sh*t Kelly Price.

Catches Raw Dogg here
torching the suspect vehicle.

Raw Dogg pulls on him,
Paul Blart comes out on top.

He's licensed to carry...

says he fired in
defense of his own life.

No witnesses.

So, supposedly, Raw
Dogg sh*t his own guys

because of some kind of internal beef?

Wouldn't be the first time.

But Kelly was the target.

Maybe that girl wasn't
as innocent as she seemed.

I don't buy it.

Trainee's got a point.

Yesterday, Raw Dogg
was ready to start a w*r

to avenge his homeys.

We're missing something.

DiNardo agreed to come down
to RHD and give a statement.

Is that right?

Hey, Paul. Appreciate you coming down.

Boss said you used to
be with the sheriff's.

This must bring it all back, huh?

The hum of fluorescence,
the rustling of paper...

the pinching of asses in pantsuits.

[Laughs]

Coffee used to be better.

A drop of whiskey
will fix that right up.

Oh, I remember.

Listen... one cop to another...

this was a righteous sh**ting, Frank.

Brother, I hear you.

Trust me... I don't care.

I saw Raw Dogg's rap sheet.

Like we used to say...
NHI, no humans involved.

Nowadays, it's easier to sh**t someone

if you're not police, huh?

No I.A. investigation, trial by media.

Damn right.

One thing bugs me,
though... one cop to another.

You got there first, which means...

you held out on me, DiNardo.

Mr. Barber felt it
was his responsibility

to make things right.

His responsibility?

How's that?

This girl was sh*t on
his property, right?

That translates to legal liability.

He was anxious to deliver
justice to the girl's parents

in order to prove to them that he cared.

You still haven't given
me a straight answer

as to how you just happened
to be Johnny-on-the-spot.

Because I was able to
do what you can't...

what we never could...
spread some money around.

Goes a lot further than
just asking questions.

Who told you?

[Scoffs] No.

Even I don't give
up my sources, Detective.

Look, I wanted to get the
job done right, done quick...

for Kelly, all right?

And I'm not the least bit
ashamed of how it turned out.

You said it yourself...
you got to answer

to Internal Affairs and
the jackals in the media.

I just have to answer
to my own conscience.

And Mr. Barber.

What did he say?

Claims he paid for the information.

Won't say who.

At this point, it doesn't matter who.

Come on. What do we know
about this guy or his boss?

Barber?

Guy's got a clean record, Kyle.

Said he was a developer. Humor him.

Okay. Started with strip malls.

Apparently, those weren't ugly enough,

so he moved on to housing developments.

Best known for the Aqua
Mesa planned community.

- He live out there?
- Yeah.

So dude takes a strong
interest in South Central

but lives as far away as someone can get

without leaving the county.

Would you rather him not
help rehab these community centers?

Look, Kyle, the preliminary ballistics

line up just like we thought they would.

That is the w*apon
that k*lled Kelly Price,

on the ground, lying next to Raw Dogg,

with his prints all over it.

Now, none of us are thrilled
that DiNardo found him first,

but sometimes the bear eats you.

So, Raw Dogg's the
sh**t. Okay, but why?

Why would he target Kelly?

Why would he put his own crew
in the line of fire to get her?

How am I the only one who
cares why this girl d*ed?

And here comes the Joy.

Lockhart: Detectives, I need briefing

so I can get this out
in front of the press.

We could use some more time.

I'm confused.

Do we or do we not have the
sh**t and the m*rder w*apon?

Well, as it just so happens,
my distinguished trainee here

was attempting to engage

in some honest-to-goodness
detective work.

What else is there to solve?

There's no motive.

This isn't a court of
law, Detective Craig.

We didn't need to prove motive...

just that Raw Dogg was the sh**t.

Which we've done.

We should be talking to his boss.

I already have.

And I let Mr. Barber know
that we were less than pleased

about his people's
involvement in the case.

But there's much more at stake here.

We have a community that needs healing

and a public that needs to
know that we're effective.

You will not pursue this any further.

Do you understand?

As far as the department is concerned,

this investigation is closed.

Barber called her.

th floor must have some kind
of Bat Phone for rich people.

The Bat Phone was for a rich guy.

That's right!

I'm going out there.

"Out there," trainee?

That's way past Reseda.

The sun'll be down soon.

I hear tell there are
vampires out that way.

Oh, God.

What? You don't like Tom Petty?

You're not going anywhere, Detective.

You can't give me orders.

I'm not under your chain of
command. I'm under his.

So, boss, the question is,
am I going out there alone...

or you coming with me?

♪♪ [UP TEMPO MUSIC] ♪♪

♪ Well, you worked all day ♪

Look at these houses... no soul.

[Sighs]

Like rows of big, stucco gravestones.

Used to be horse country
and citrus groves out here.

Ranchers sold their land,

traded in their ponies for jet skis.

Groves got paved over
with asphalt and sod.

What's the matter, trainee?
Suburbs got you down?

You're even more stoic than usual.

You see someone like
Kelly Price, and you think,

"There's so much more I could be doing."

She's the last person who
should be dying on the sidewalk.

Nobody should be dying on the sidewalk.

Not Kelly Price, not your old man.

Truth is, no one gets to choose.

I went to see Jack Rawls the other day.

- Know him?
- Know him?

Shaved his father on his wedding day.

'Course I know him.

No one works harder
against the public interest

than Jack Rawls, esquire.

I don't know.

He kind of reminded me of
you... like he got the joke.

I won't be insulted
in my own car, trainee.

It was your case that
sent me there... Water Street?

He represented Delvon Lincoln...

you know, Teflon.

Is that right?

Seemed to think that
Delvon Lincoln's death

was some kind of conspiracy,

that he worked for dirty cops
who wanted to keep him quiet.

Permanently.

Somebody ordered a hit on Teflon.

[Tires screech]

There something you want to ask me?

Was it you?

And my dad?

No.

Then who was it?

Go meet the neighbors.

It's all your trucks.

Every day, they clog
the way out of town.

I'm waiting at that freeway ramp meter

, minutes some mornings.

What I don't understand is,

where in the hell are they going?

You're sending all
those trucks to the city.

Meanwhile, we still don't
have the community pool center

or those roads and houses
you promised for Phase and .

I understand your impatience.

[Scoffs] Oh, really?

But I give you my word
that Phase and Phase

and the community pool center

will all be finished
by the end of the year.

[Crowd murmuring]

Every Thursday evening...
Friday is trash day,

so we have Manuela put
out the cans on Thursday.

They come out of the
shadows like clockwork

with little lights on their cap

and great big bags, like gypsies.

So far, they only
seem to want the trash,

but what happens when that's not enough?

What then?

Thanks, as always, Mrs. Cheney.

Protecting your recyclables

is something the community
takes very seriously.

If there are no more concerns?

Evening, folks.

Detective Frank Rourke of the LAPD,

and this is my trainee,
Detective Kyle Craig.

Mr. Barber invited us here to remind you

that Aqua Mesa leads the county
in prescription-drug abuse

and damn fine p*rn.

So keep a friendly eye on
your neighbor, and remember...

if you see something, say something.

[Crowd murmuring]

Well, I got to hand it to
you, Detective Rourke...

That's gonna go down as one of
the most colorful HOA meetings

in Aqua Mesa history.

This place has history?

What exactly can I do
for you two gentlemen?

Well, we were hoping you could
help us understand something.

I'll sure as heck try.

Why was Kelly Price m*rder*d?

You know, I wish I had an answer
for you, detectives, but...

You were eager enough to send him out

and sh**t the man responsible for it.

Makes it look an awful lot like you
didn't want us getting to him first.

You're damn right I
wanted to get there first.

Lawyers told me I had to.

Do you have any idea
what kind of liability

I was exposed to on this whole thing?

You withheld evidence and
went after the sh**t

to avoid getting sued?

I grew up in
Bakersfield... poor as dirt.

And now I got everybody here
looking to me for answers.

Not to mention the folks
down at the Community Center.

I got a lot to protect, so excuse me

if I took care of that scumbag
before you got the chance,

but I'm not sorry.

Gentlemen.

Still doesn't feel right.

[Sighs]

Further proof that nothing
good ends in Aqua Mesa.

It's the trucks.

Keep talking.

Like that guy from
the HOA meeting said...

all these trucks moving supplies,

but they're behind on construction

in the man's own development?

It sure as hell ain't
headed to South Central.

Todd Barber's a lot of things, but
he ain't that charitable.

So what's he hiding?

Everybody in his tax
bracket's hiding something.

I'm not concerned with everybody.

I'm concerned with why
Kelly Price had to die.

And our answers are here... somewhere.

Tell me you don't feel it.

All right, trainee.

Let's wait around till the sun goes down

and then have ourselves

an old-fashioned
warrantless look-around.

♪♪

Working late, huh?

What would Ms. Cheney say?

[Indistinct conversations]

♪♪

[Machinery whirring]

Well, what do we have here?

Cocaine.

This goes way beyond tax evasion.

No wonder they're up so late.

Don't take a deep breath
unless you want to find out

what it was like to be
alive during the ' s.

Right.

It's time to crash the party.

Ever been snow-globed?

[g*n cocks] Easy.

[Coughing]

Bet you want to talk now, huh?

- Man # : Freeze!
- Man # : Drop it!

Hands up!

Drop the g*ns!

Whoa! Whoa!

This is a flagrant safety violation.

You gentlemen aren't wearing hard hats.

And trust me...

... accidents do happen.

♪♪

So, this is why Kelly Price d*ed?

dr*gs?

Kelly had a keen eye.

She noticed some things
I wish she hadn't.

[Splash]

People depend on me.

But Kelly just couldn't
see the bigger picture.

Bigger picture, huh?

I think I see it.

You're overextended at Aqua Mesa.

So you got into bed
with the drug cartels

and came up with the bright idea

of pressing cocaine into drywall.

Easy to transport across state lines,

break down, and distribute.

Then you build a few community centers,

go into business with the local gangs.

Now you got yourself
a distribution network

far away from your own
precious neighborhood.

And then Kelly Price happened.

She probably came to you,

expecting you didn't know about it.

And you made the
decision to take her life

so you can save your own.

DiNardo took care of the rest.

Stole a car, made Kelly's
m*rder look like a drive-by.

He'd seen enough of
them when he was a cop.

And Raw Dogg made an easy fall guy.

He caught you trying to torch
the car, and you k*ll him, too.

I did the city a favor.

Yeah? What about Kelly Price?

Her heart was always in the right place.

That's why I'm gonna put her
name on the Community Center.

[Clanking]

I can't memorialize you the same way,

but to me...

this will always be
Frank Rourke's Dead End.

[Hip-hop music plays]

[Music stops]

Gentlemen.

Our meeting was supposed to be tomorrow.

We got a schedule conflict.

Well, as you can see, I'm
handling some business here.

Oh, don't mind us.

We can wait.

You stupid?

Making cops disappear is just
gonna bring down more heat.

Then we all suffer.

It's bad enough the girl caught one.

I told you...

I found the man responsible,

and he's been dealt with accordingly.

Once these cops are in cement,

we're back in business, as usual.

You're being played!

He's the one who had Kelly sh*t.

What's he talking about?

Nothing.

He's not talking about anything.

He's trying to save his own skin.

Frank: Think about it.

Those gangsters weren't the
target. Kelly was.

She was sharp... she figured
out your little operation

at the Community Center,
and she d*ed for it.

For your dope... for nothing!

That money in your pocket
has Kelly's blood on it.

This true?

[Sighs]

Even if it was,

you know the price of
doing business, homey.

[g*n cocks] I'm not your homey!

[g*ns cocking]

Easy, fellas.

Bang!

♪ Bang, bang, another body drop ♪

♪ You can't stop the head nod ♪

♪ sh**t 'em up, bang,
bang, another body drop ♪

♪ You can't stop the g*nshots ♪

♪ I'll hit your block
up, you better lock up ♪

♪ ... the g*ng... don't stop ♪

♪ Come back in form of an assassin ♪

♪ yards with the infrared action ♪

♪ True pistoleer, black Doc Holliday ♪

♪ ... raider of the modern day, hunh ♪

♪ sh**t 'em up, bang,
bang, another body drop ♪

♪ You can't stop the head nod ♪

♪ sh**t 'em up, bang,
bang, another body drop ♪

♪ You can't stop the g*nshots ♪

Going somewhere?

[g*nf*re in distance]

[Saw buzzing]

[Groans]

NHI.

No human involved.

You bring enough v*olence
into this world...

... it will follow you home.

Frank: Kyle!

Is he worth it?

That's what you got to ask yourself.

Will he be worth it tomorrow?

You good police or bad police?

[Panting]

Barber: You idiots.

In this town, you
don't build what I have

without making friends
in some high places.

I got insurance measures, you know.

So you can go ahead and arrest me.

See if it sticks.

[Grunts]

The only friends in high
places you're gonna have

is the guy on the top
bunk in your cell in Chino.

I bet he's a real good listener.

Do you know the story
of Saul from Tarsus?

He was in a g*ng called the Pharisees,

until God hit him with
a bolt of lightning

on the road to Damascus.

Well, this is your Damascus, Cuddy.

You're the new head of security
at the Community Center.

That means no dope, no drive-bys,

and let all the other sets know of it.

Anything pops off within
a mile of that place...

I'm not God in this story,
Cuddy. I'm the lightning.

And if I have to strike you down again,

I swear on my father
you'll never get up.

Frank: Let's go.

Hold up.

If it's cool with you, I'd
like to make a citizen's arrest.

Huh?

Heartwarming to see a young man

take an interest in his community.

Wait a minute.

We gonna see what sticks.

Alive.

Alive.

Come on, guys.

Guys, w-we can work something out.

Come on. You want a house?
You can take your pick.

Cuddy: Nah, homey. This
neighborhood's creepy as hell.

Good morning, Detective Craig.

I was hoping you could shed some light

on yesterday's events.

Well, I'm just as
shocked as you are, ma'am.

But now the community
can heal... like you said.

One injustice does not excuse another.

I don't know what you mean.

So you're telling me you and
Frank had nothing to do with it.

Nothing to do with what?

Todd Barber was found

in a very compromised
position last night.

Someone clearly wanted
to make a statement.

Seems to me the man pissed
off a lot of dangerous people.

He's lucky to be alive.

Indeed.

I know that you went to see
Jack Rawls the other day.

You had me followed?

You forget who I am.

I don't need to have you followed, Kyle.

People tell me things.

So, is there anything
you would like to tell me?

Whatever Frank and my father
did to put Teflon away,

you signed off on that.

So, what else?

Did you approve what
happened to him on the inside?

[Chuckles]

Yeah.

That's the answer I expected.

And there is something
I'd like to tell you.

My eyes are open.

I'm seeing the choices
you're making, Kyle...

clear as day.

And if you keep going down this road,

you'll be on your own.

♪ Driving through the
fog with my high beams ♪

♪ Putting on my Visine ♪

♪ Let me tell you just what I seen ♪

♪ Angels fallin' from the sky ♪

♪ I just hope that they can take me ♪

♪ Back to where the pearly gates be ♪

♪ And I been counting down the days ♪

♪ Because I know we gotta die soon ♪

♪ That just means I get to fly soon ♪

♪ And I know I'm not the only one out here ♪

♪ That's not afraid ♪

Solving your father's m*rder

isn't the only reason
that you became a cop.

This girl, Kelly, reminds you of that.

♪ With every step and every breath ♪

♪ Know that I been livin' by you ♪

♪ Lord, just tell me, what should I do? ♪

♪ And I been counting down the days ♪

♪ 'Cause pretty soon, this will be all gone ♪

♪ And you're the one that I'ma call on ♪

♪ And that's how I know I'll be free ♪

♪ And won't be locked inside a cage ♪

♪ All right, all right ♪

♪ And now I'm finally on my way ♪

- Hey, Sean?
- Yeah?

Come give me a hand.

You know, it's tradition to plant a tree

for someone you've lost.

I planted one for my dad.

And we can plant this one for Kelly.

Thanks, man.

♪ We can't help but shine ♪

Billy: Tearing stuff
down... that's easy.

Building up... that's hard.

We try to leave this world a
little better than we found it.

Remember that.

♪ I can't help but shine ♪

♪ I still can't help but shine ♪

♪ I can't help but shine ♪

♪ We can't help but shine ♪

♪ I can't help but... ♪

♪ We can't help but shine ♪