All language subtitles for Southland - 1x05 - Two Gangs.en

It's said a recurring nightmare
for police officers involves losing their gun.

For Detective Salinger,
the nightmare has just come true.

Tammi.

Tammi.

I'll be right out.

I thought you just had to pee.

Now you're taking a shower?

I worked out today, babe.

You're just gonna get sweaty
all over again, honey.

Tammi?

Unbelievable.

Back. Richter, back, back.

It helps me relax, okay?

And having sex with me doesn't?

No, Sammy, it just makes me forget
all the other crap, okay?

The way you're looking at me
does not make me feel desirable.

He's a drug dog, Tammi. Flush it.

Put him out in the yard.

Flush it.

I'm your wife, I'm not a perp.

- Is that all of it?
- Yeah, that's all of it.

Because...

You used to like it.

You're getting in late.

Yeah, the interrogation went on long.

Well, I could heat up the salmon
I made for dinner three hours ago.

Sorry. I should've called.

That's all right. I know you're busy.

Well, are you gonna ask me
what happened with the Realtor?

Okay. What happened with the Realtor?

He said that I've maintained
the house beautifully all these years.

He's gonna put it on the market
for more than I thought.

That doesn't mean
you're gonna get that price.

Not in today's crazy market.

Well, I can always reduce the price
if I had to.

I mean, the house is paid for,
so everything at this point would be profit.

What if you get to Paris and it's not
everything you thought it was gonna be?

You won't have a place to come home to.

I'm taking a leap of faith. You should too.

Hi.

- A man called 911?
Yeah.

It's okay. It's been resolved.

Who called 911?

My friend. He's fine.

- Could your friend come to the door, please?
Okay.

- She didn't do this.
- I threw the cat.

- Excuse me?
- I threw the cat at him.

- He cheated on me...
- Are you gonna press charges?

For what? Assault with a deadly animal?

No, I don't wanna press charges.
She's gonna move out for a while.

That's a good idea.

- Let's go.
- Who takes the cat?

I do. You don't think I'm letting her?

It's my cat.
Yeah, and you're so...

- Thank you, guys. Thank you.
- Oh, yeah, thank you, guys.

Not committed in our presence,
he doesn't wanna make an arrest.

We're out of here.

Now today you get to ride in style.

- It was a nice dinner.
- Yeah. Almost felt like a real date.

I gotta go.

Can't work some breaking case
into the wee hours tonight?

Nope, I can't.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, he's five-0, man.

No, are you kidding me?

Check it. Popo's getting MP3s, man.

Yo, I think he's alive.

What do you got?

He said they didn't see anything,
hear anything. They ain't saying squat.

Yeah, the radiator's busted, the whole
front end's trashed. That car ain't moving.

You gonna call this in
or am I gonna do it?

- You're kidding me, right?
- What are you talking about?

He was in an accident, Sammy.
His weapon was stolen, it's legit.

Not if you've had a prior DUl.

He got nailed 10 or 15 years ago,
some crap like that.

That's why he called us.

You think he's under the influence now?

You think I'm gonna give him
a Breathalyzer?

Look, he's a good cop.
He's not on the take.

He's not shaking anybody down
or stealing dope.

He had a few over the course
of a couple of hours.

What's the big deal?

- He's been a great boss to the both of us.
- That still doesn't make it right, Sammy.

Sal, you all right?

Sal, you all right?

Sons of bitches took it
right out of my holster.

You believe that?

It's not enough just to take my wallet.

Sal.

Your nose is still bleeding.

Ain't nothing's sacred anymore?

They'll be damn lucky
I don't kill them when I find it.

You think it was just kids, local?

Or the bangers who T-boned me.

It was a black Monte Carlo.

We're gonna handle this for you.

Listen to me. The other car
was a yellow Mitsubishi Eclipse, recent.

- Seriously, you probably have a concussion.
- I'm fine.

I don't know, maybe I ought to call it in.

Okay, you know what?
Let's just do it, all right?

Let's do the whole nine yards.
Do the Breathalyzer...

Sal, if you have any alcohol, any at all,
even. 001...

...this ain't gonna go right.
We got your back.

Garbage calls.
Hm?

Garbage calls. After the first one, you know
the whole watch is gonna be like that.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Just ride it out.

Usually lasts a day or two.

What do you wanna talk about?

I don't know.

"Who gets the cat?" Nice.

What are you, a cat lover?

Oh, God, "assault with a deadly animal. "
Man, I could have smacked that chick.

- Put the squeeze on, it'll turn.
Zip on the Mitsubishi.

What about the Monte Carlo?
- Nothing, so far.

Do you guys hear that?
Did you hear that? That's my Berreta.

Sal, this is South Central.
Could be anybody's...

No, no, no. I know the sound
of my own weapon. That's it.

- Whatever the hell it is, it's damn close.
- Sal, we got this. Go home.

- Go home.
- Go, go, go.

This is nuts, you know that?

Liquor store. Glass is blown out.

Over here.

You all right?
- Yeah.

Are you alone?

- Are you alone?
- Yeah, yeah.

- What happened?
I don't know.

Somebody started shooting,
so I ducked under.

- Did you see where the shooting started?
- The parking lot, that corner, I think.

You get a look at anybody,
see any vehicles?

Not really, no.
I wasn't paying that much attention.

Does your surveillance camera record
to tape or hard drive, ma'am?

No bodies, no blood, no guns,
just a few casings.

- Get anything from a 9?
- Yeah, and a. 45, and a. 40.

- It's a nice ghetto load.
- Dispatch said shots fired.

Yeah, suspects fled, no descriptions.
We're getting surveillance now.

All right, I'll call it in.

You detectives working late?

Yeah, we were just doing
some follow-up on a case.

We rolled over when we heard the shots.

Yeah, suspects have
already fled the scene. No description.

Kimmy.

Good night, Dad.

Kimmy.
- What?

You didn't hear me when I came in.

So?

You need to be more aware, Kimmy.
You need to listen.

Whatever. Good night, Dad.

Hey, what do you do
if you hear somebody inside the house?

Get out.

- What if you hear somebody outside?
- Stay in.

And if someone got in
and tried to drag you out?

Go limp and make myself dead weight.
Good night, Dad.

- Lf they put their hand over your mouth?
- You are such a freak.

- Kimmy.
- Dad, I am tired and I am trying to sleep.

This is serious.

Someone took my wallet tonight
and now they know our address.

Bye.

Kenny and Andy are coming in to help us.

Did you tell them why?
- Mostly.

What do we got?

It's just like he said,
late-model Mitsubishi Eclipse.

Signs they're throwing,
77th Street locs, my guess.

Mm-hm.

- Got a lot of enemies.
- Is that the Monte Sal was talking about?

Yeah, I think so.

That's bold.

Boom. I'll check the local hospitals,
see if they have any shooting victims.

Hey, back that up, real quick.
Right there.

Check out his weapon.

His Beretta.

Do you want some?

Excuse me?

Do you want some?

Gee, do I want some?

Let me get a closer look. That way,
I can make a better decision for myself.

No, no, no. What are you...?

- What's your name and date of birth, sir?
- Stanley Sidelsky.

August 20th, 1960.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I'm sure you are.

1 King 54, Code 6, show me
at Burbank and Kenwood...

...with one in custody.

Yeah, I've got a 311,
Stanley Sidelsky, 8/20/60.

Show me en route to the station.

So, Stanley, you the Valley Molester?

Oh, God, no. Nothing like that.

Man, I gotta tell you,
I've seen one before...

...but you do this to a kid,
that's very, very bad.

I know.

So, what are we gonna do about it, huh?

You ever been in therapy?

Oh, I've tried lots of different modalities.

No reports of shooting victims
at any area hospitals.

So, in all likelihood, this guy is dead
and dumped in a field somewhere.

You guys didn't report any of this?

We take care of our own.

We have any blue suits who can help put
some pressure on the neighborhood?

- Vice, Narco?
- Call in some favors? No problem.

- Is Sal coming in?
Yeah, later.

Look, these guys know what we're after.

Until we get it back,
we issue citations for loitering...

...unlawful assembly,
disturbing the peace.

A banger stubs out a smoke on
the sidewalk, we bring him for littering.

Unpaid parking tickets, no insurance,
they don't feed the meter?

- Bye-bye, wheels.
- Okay.

Whatever works.
- Got it.

It's not illegal. My dad's a lawyer.

- Why are you doing this?
- It's for the money, man.

The money.

There's not even any radar up there.

They don't know that.

God. I got it.
Oh, man.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- That is classic.
- Stay in school, all right?

Are you sick, disabled or on medication?

No.

Get some real help, Stanley, all right?

Don't give up.

So, wait, he exposed himself to you?

That's crazy. All right. See you.

"His tour ended at 5.
He didn't get home till 1.

Any ideas, ladies?"

You're a dick.

You should consider changing the name to
"I Hate A Cop. "

Russ, do you think I hate you?

I think you resent me.

Based on what?

Based on the fact
that you vent to a bunch of women...

...who pretend
they like being married to cops.

It's not venting, it's writing.

I majored in journalism, hello?

It's gossip and complaining.

Bye.

Good morning, gentlemen. Welcome
to California Penal Code, Section 408...

...participating in an unlawful assembly.

The hell you talking about, homey?
We're just trying to get some damn food.

Say hello to Section 415,
otherwise known as disturbing the peace.

This is what I'm talking about, fellas.

Cuff him.
- This is what I'm talking about, right here.

- Right here.
He ain't done nothing.

In violation of the conditions
of his ankle monitor.

What? But he lives
right next door. That is stupid.

Have a nice day, ma'am.
I'm gonna call your mama.

I got Johnnie Cochran's firm on speed dial,
just so you know.

The debit card too.

I don't have the thing
with the numbers on it.

Can't you just use my Social?

Hey, can I put you on hold for just a sec?
I got somebody on the other line.

- Hey.
Hi. Did I wake you?

They got me covering an apartment fire.

Yeah, listen, I can't talk now, all right?

Oh, is your wife nearby?

No, I'm on the line with
the credit card company. I lost my wallet.

Did you leave it at the restaurant?

Listen, I can't talk, okay?

Damn it.

I can't talk right now.

Sal?

Hey, so what? Did you find it?

No, not yet.

Who have you talked to?

Bangers from Grape Street,
Rollin 60s, HCC...

...neighbors, hookers,
anybody we can pop.

What about Big Wayne?

I don't give a shit how many
God bless yous he throws around.

He'll know. If he doesn't,
that fat slug can get word out...

...bangers got something
doesn't belong to them.

Done and done.

How long we gonna keep this up?

As long as it takes.

Look at this place.

Lowlife dealer sues us and wins.

Up is down, I'm telling you.

Yeah, well, he is reformed now.

He put hoses down guys throats
till their guts burst.

Now he's seen the light?

No, he just can't get around as well,
that's it.

Yes?

Is your father home?

Big Wayne,
there's some men here to see you.

Well, let them in.

- Lf it isn't my lottery tickets.
How you doing, Big Wayne?

Well, since the settlement from the city...

...I've been able to get
full-time physical therapy.

- How's your youth center going?
Oh, very well.

You should come by
to give a motivational speech.

Yeah, maybe we should do that.

So, what brings you two here?

One of our guys was in a traffic accident
a few blocks from the station.

He was knocked out
and had his gun stolen.

We just want the gun back.

He had his gun stolen.
So you telling me this why?

Just in case you or one of the young people
that work with you hear something...

...you know, through the grapevine.

Oh, through the grapevine? Yeah, okay.

You'll keep us posted?

Oh, sure, I'm a police supporter,
you know.

If I hadn't been shot by one,
wouldn't have the money for my center...

...or to start my business.

I thank you for it.

- Thanks for your time.
- No, thank you.

Youth center, my ass.

He uses it as a front for dealing
and God knows what else.

Hey.

You guys live around here, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

See anybody using a Beretta?

Trying to sell one, anything like that?

What's a Beretta?

It's a gun, dipstick.
A very expensive one.

Oh, I see. It's gonna go like that, huh?

Yeah, well, thanks for giving a shit.

It's a traffic cam across from the minimart.
It doesn't get the store, but it gets this.

- We get a clear shot of the plates?
- Oh, it's better, just...

Is that Little Eddy,
the one doing the dragging?

Just keep watching. Watch.

Oop. Hello.

Is this Night of the Living Dead?
Bull's-eye to the chest...

...and he's walking away
like he scraped his knee?

- Kevlar.
- Mm-hm.

That's the only explanation.

Bangers are wearing bulletproof vests.

Ma'am, is everything okay?

See? You dialed 911,
and these nice men came to help us.

That's how it works.

If you ever have a problem, or anything bad
happens to you or Mommy...

...you just dial 911.

So let me get this straight.

You just dialed 911 so you could teach
your daughter how to use it?

Of course.
How else is she going to learn?

Well, no offense, ma'am, but you have
your head up your frigging ass.

We just got screwed.

What?

Call 911, make a cop come.

Calm down.

You need to calm down.

One at a time, people.
Please, just settle down.

Listen up! Listen up!

Hey, hey, listen up!

Quit hassling the sergeant
and settle down.

- Now who the hell are you?
- Yeah, who are you? Who are you?

I'm Detective Salinger and I'm gonna
explain something to you, all right?

We're here because you need us here.

- You need us to protect you.
- You serve. What about serve?

It's the way it works, people.
It's the way it works, all right?

You bring this on yourselves
because you enable them, all right?

- What?
No, no, no.

There are rules to this game
and there are lines that cannot get crossed.

One at a time.

We're not getting anywhere
if you don't sit down.

I'm black as you are, now step back.

Here's all we got on it so far.

Thanks.

Got a little carried away out there, huh?

Sorry.

How's your nose?

It's better.

It's gone a little too far, hasn't it?

Shots fired, possible assault rifle.
Abandoned building.

- Gang members seen fleeing the premises.
- You guys go. I gotta talk to someone.

Look, sweetie, he's here.

Captain? Got a second?

Because I was hoping you could explain
to me why in the middle of the night...

...your detectives put together
a misdemeanor task force...

...to harass the neighborhood.

Bryant and Moretta are just doing
what they're told, sir, by me.

They're good men
with respect for authority.

I got into a TA last night.

I was run off the road by some bangers
in a chase of some sort.

They sent me into a light post.
When I came to, my gun was gone.

- You file a report?
- I got my best men on it.

They're canvassing the area,
hoping to retrieve my weapon quickly.

You file a report?

No, sir.

- Where's your service vehicle now?
- I had it towed. Fixing it on my own dime.

Was alcohol involved?

I had a couple of drinks.
I was not drunk, though.

The bad judgment that I exercised
happened after the accident, not before.

You got 12 hours.
Otherwise, full report and an investigation.

Thank you, sir.

Sal, don't ever let anything like this
happen again...

...or else I'll have to see to it
that you lose your badge too.

Yes, sir.

- How you doing?
- Good. How are you?

- Good. Thanks.
- This way.

Bangers usually like to hang out here,
party, smoke dope, get laid.

This time, it looks like
it was target practice.

Any IDs?
Half a dozen male blacks, that's it.

Look all the way through.

Are you kidding me? Oh, my gosh.

- It went through two walls?
Mm-hm.

What caliber are we talking here?

Seven-six-two millimeter.

Belt-fed, armor-piercing rounds.

- What the hell takes a bullet that size?
- Definitely nothing that's legal here.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Are you stalking me now?

Am I what?

- Hi, I'm Mia Sanchez. I'm a reporter.
- Yeah, well, there's nothing to report here.

So take your cameraman
and go find some real news.

I'll be right back.

What the hell is wrong with you, huh?

Why are you acting like such a jerk?

- Why am I acting like a jerk?
- Yeah.

This is where I work.
You've got no business being here.

Are you kidding me? There are people
practically rioting downstairs.

- Shh! Keep your voice down.
- The entire community is in an uproar...

...and you guys are cracking down
like some invading army.

- There's a good reason for that.
- Yeah? Like what?

I don't wanna do this.
Not here, not now, okay?

Take your cameraman
and get out of here.

You a member of the HCC gang,
Mr. Marshay?

I'm a member of the Earth,
that's about it.

Okay.

Well, do you have any Earthling friends
who drive a black Monte Carlo?

Because we've got some surveillance tape
that puts you in said vehicle.

- Not that I know of.
- Listen, Keto, have you noticed...

...all your boys being cuffed lately?

Huh? Have you?

That's gonna keep happening
until we get what we're looking for.

- Well, what you looking for then?
A gun.

A very special gun.

Like "rare" special?

Sort of, yeah.

"Blow holes in concrete wall" special?

Yeah, sure.

It's a big gun.

So big, a little guy like yourself
probably couldn't handle it.

- I'm strong. I lift.
- Oh, yeah?

Really? What, like 5'4", 130 pounds
soaking wet?

Hell, no. I'm 5'6", man.
And that thing gave me no trouble whatso...

I got that. HCC is involved in both
the minimart and the warehouse shooting.

Yeah, it's looking that way.

Let's get association warrants...

...and smoke every one of them punks
out of their rat holes.

All due respect, you do know the brass
is gonna ask about that, right?

He knows. He's given me 12 hours
before I have to go through proper channels.

How'd he'd find out?

I told him. Everything.

No, you guys are good, all right?
You're golden.

All right, man. Thanks.

- Hey, yo, Mr. Policeman.
- Yes.

So this is how I'm repaid?

Top of the morning.
How can I be of service today?

Look, I had to have six men lift my ass up
into my mother's minivan just to come here.

- Just the six?
- Big Wayne, how you doing?

- There a problem?
- Yeah.

Y'all impounded my Escalade
right out of my driveway.

I'm sorry about that.
I don't know how that happened.

It had my ramp and my Bible in it.

Except we are getting serious
about unpaid parking tickets.

Do you have any unpaid tickets, sir?

Look, man, damn them tickets, all right?

I want my damn car back.

Let's get up out of here.

I'm guessing the man's got more
than one ride.

Yeah.

But that one does have his Bible in it.

I love the smell of impound yards
in the morning.

How much do you think a CD weighs?

Not much. Why?

Guy's record company must be doing
brisk business.

He's got about 10 grand
in shipping receipts here.

- Hey.
- Not a one.

Where is everybody?

They're laying low. We'll find them.

- Just keep looking, all right?
- All right.

Excuse me, sir.

- Sir, we're looking for Casper Tillman.
- What?

I got a warrant for Casper Tillman.
Any idea where he's at?

Place the fool's gonna be himself
if he keeps up.

- Funeral.
- Funeral.

- Can you tell me where it's at?
What?

Who's fucking Dennis? Who is that?

Hey, what's up?

Come in for a fucking tattoo,
this is what he does.

- So what?
- I told him to put Denise.

- You mumbled it.
Shut the fuck up.

So you wanted Denise
and he put Dennis.

This is why you called the police?

I look like a faggot to you?

I don't know.

What's a faggot look like?

- You fucking with me?
- Kind of.

Where'd you learn that?

Summer camp.

I told you.

The whole day.

Nothing but garbage calls.

Whose funeral?

PFC Derek Thompson,
enlisted right out of high school.

Thompson? Isn't that the gangbanger
who used to go by the name of Pook?

I busted that piece of crap
five different times.

Who's that sitting down?

I'll be damned.

Looks like Big Wayne hitched a ride.

Big Wayne.

At least we know
where all our bangers are.

Big Wayne is sponsoring these guys
to go into the military?

What's going on with that?

What's up?

I don't feel comfortable
with what we're doing.

Don't feel comfortable
with what we're doing.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?
We're doing our jobs.

Our jobs?
Dragging people in on bullshit charges?

We're onto something big.
If we hadn't been looking for Sal's gun...

...we never would have stumbled on
to this other thing.

We're gonna hit the jackpot here.

And that justifies everything
we're doing, right?

Busting up the neighborhood
because Sal messed up.

- We're better than that.
- This isn't Rampart.

We're not planting guns
and shooting people.

It's a slippery slope, bro.

Whose team are you on?

What teams? There are teams now?

Maybe we went a little overboard.

But put yourself in his position.

I wouldn't be in his position.

I forgot who I was talking to.

Mr. Perfect.

I'm far from perfect, bro.

How was your day?

Not bad. Yours?

Alarm company came out...

...said there was a spider stuck
in the hall motion detector.

Really?

- That's all that was triggering it?
- Mm.

Shut the hell up.

I'm not the one
who's doing the yelling, Larry.

You're the one
who's always in a crappy mood.

Well, because you won't stop bitching.

A lot more pleasant
when Larry worked nights, huh?

For you maybe. Try writing
when you live next door to that.

It's always my fault.

Guess it would be kind of hard
to concentrate.

You know, it's gotten worse lately...

...between them.

The shipping statements
we got out of Big Wayne's Escalade.

They're all paid in cash.

Look like shipments
from every major company.

Originating addresses:
North Carolina, Texas, Georgia.

What cities?
- Killeen, Fayetteville.

There are two Columbuses?

One in Ohio,
the other's in Georgia, Fort Benning.

These are all cities near U.S. Army bases.

We've got a dozen local addresses here...

...and they're receiving shipments
from those cities.

Big Wayne didn't want anything sent
to him direct.

- Kenny, come with me.
- Yep.

- House right there?
- Yeah?

Belongs to Miss Sally Hightower,
90 years young, outlived all of her relatives.

Told me the secret to a long life
was prayer and a good rocking chair.

Problem?

Yeah. She's almost always in it.

Yeah?

Miss Hightower here?
- No.

Seems a little strange,
being that she lives here and all.

Mind if I come in?
She's a good friend of mine.

Actually, we kind of busy right now.

- Hey, yo, you got a search warrant?
- No, just a badge. Back off.

That's it, that's it. Come on. No, wait.

- Sit down, sit down.
Hands behind your back.

This is 18W35 requesting backup
at 433 Estrella.

Call in and get a warrant for the boxes.

Mrs. Hightower, can you hear me?

I'm here.
- Mrs. Hightower?

Don't you move.

- Mrs. Hightower?
I'm here.

Mrs. Hightower, you here?
Up here with the brooms.

Oh, my God.

All right.

Go slow, go slow. I got you. Stay steady.

I got you.

They gave her a can to crap in.

We have a record of shipments
from Alvin Carter and Dalane Morris...

...both alleged HCC members
who are currently in the Army...

...stationed at Fort Hood and Fort Bragg,
respectively.

Looks like Big Wayne's creating
his own damn army.

- Do we have enough?
- Hell, yeah.

- Let's go get them.
- Do it.

Everybody down! Get down!
Everybody down.

- Police.
Put your weapons down.

- Drop it.
On the ground.

Put your weapon down.
- Down, down, down.

Get down. Get on the ground now.

Down, down. Now. Get down, down.

- Do not move.
Don't move, don't move.

Man, I can't, motherfucker. I'm paralyzed.

Hands on top of your head.
Face the wall. Face the wall.

- Search warrant.
- Oh, damn.

I've got it, Ma.

Stanley?

I was processed and released
on my own recognizance.

I see that. At least, I hope that.

You were very kind to me today.

Treated me with real dignity,
understanding.

Stanley, what are you doing here?

I am getting help.

And with medication, it's controllable.

No, that sounds wrong. No.

The drugs won't impact
my romantic capacity...

...just my behavioral compulsions.

- Stanley...
- Anyway, I was just thinking.

Do you wanna have a cup of coffee
sometime?

Got a present for you.

- Where'd you find it?
- Kid turned it in.

The pressure worked.

Thanks, guys.

I owe you.

What happened here?

A UFO crashlanded, ma'am.

Now we're gonna need you
to keep moving.

Hi.

I left a message for you.

Yeah, I know.

Mia, we can't do this anymore.

Sorry?

We're done. Okay?

- I don't understand.
- It's just...

...there's lines.
Lines that just can't be crossed.

You take care of yourself, all right?

You and Mariella have big plans?

What, for tonight?

I'm just gonna sleep.

You a cop when you met her?

No, I was a private.

I was a stoner when I met Tammi.

What, are you serious?

Stoned all through high school.
Just hanging with my friends.

- Was Tammi part of that group?
- My wife is not a group person.

She doesn't get the team mentality.

That's her loss.

You ever smoked weed?

No.

Yeah, I didn't think so.