All language subtitles for Southland.S02E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Previously on Southland:
I can smell the
booze on you.

From two days ago!

Turn him in.
You do it or I'll do it.

You know I have
your back, partner.
Yeah.

Wait a minute, who are you?
I'm Rene Cordero,
your new partner.

You said I could work alone
until Russ gets back.

We're not sure Russ
is coming back.

Dewey, stop. You're being
like a fucking kid!

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)
Dewey!

(siren wailing)

(panting)

MAN:
Sooner or later,
every police officer

will learn you can't
save everyone.

(keypad beeping)

(gasps)

I think everything
is fine, okay?

I just thought
I heard something

and I need to be sure.

(clattering, crashing
in distance)

Okay, I want you to
get into the tub.

Use this only
if you have to.
(whimpering)

Take it.

(footsteps in distance,
approaching)

(gasping)

Be on the lookout
for a homeless man
with active TB.

He's carrying
an orange blanket.

Most of you know him
as Homeless Joe.

If you see him,
don't approach.

Call the Health
Department.

They'll come
and contain him.

Okay, Cooper and Sherman
are working in A43.

Garcia and Montoya
are in A91.

Becker's on the front desk.
Park, you're in U-2.

Brown, you're assigned
to the kit room.

I'm not on light duty.

You got a problem with it,
see me after the roll call.

Animal Control is doing
roundups today.

If they ask for
backup, do it.

What are you putting me
in the kit room for?

It's for your own good.

You're not safe
out there.

For now, you're in
the kit room.

You told me
to turn in Dewey.

I do the right thing and
now I'm the bad guy?

This is such bullshit.

Go get the gear.

Dewey gets a paid vacation
in Palm Springs

like he's some kind of celebrity
and I get stuck in the kit room?

You told me
to do it, John.

You made me do it.
Okay.

I already have the keys.

I'm taking it.

You're in a U-boat
by yourself.

You got your
book signed.

You can ride alone.

It's your first time
without a partner,

so pay attention.

Yeah, okay.

You be safe out there.
Yeah.

Smart.
Mm-hmm.

Remember your training.
Yeah.

Hands-- watch the hands.

Okay, Dad.

Hey.

Thanks.

Don't thank me yet.

It's not even funny!

LYDIA:
Niecy James, please.

Hey, Niecy, you called me?

Whoa! Hey, okay!

Look, I'm sorry.

I just-- I've been
busy, all right?

I promise, I'm gonna
get by there today.

Come on. Wait a minute.

Of course I care about her,
all right?

I've just been busy.

People are still killing each
other out there, all right?

Okay, bye.

I never heard you apologize
to no one.

You don't know
me that well.

What are you
sorry about?

It's this case
from a while back.

We found this baby, Jimmy,
crawling across the street

by himself.

His dad put him
in a box

and left him in front
of a power station.

He thought it was okay
to just drop him off there.
No way.

Yeah.
But the mom, Brianna,

she's really
a sweet kid,

so I told Family Services
that I would become
part of her team.

You know, help her make
decisions, things like that.

Anyway, she's up for review

and I've got to get
by there and make sure

she's set up right and doing all
the right things for Jimmy.

You want a ride?

Yeah, I mean,
can we do this?

There aren't any dead bodies
since last night,

so we have a window.

Okay, let's go.

Give me a minute.

Yeah, Russell Clarke's room.

(phone ringing)

Can you tell him that
his partner called?

All right, thanks.

Hey, Jerry, you listen to music?

I'm on to you.

I mean it, Coop--
thanks for riding with me.

You know how
much this sucks?

Everyone's mad at me;
thinks I'm a rat.

Oh, come on, stop, okay?

It's not fucken Serpico.

It's not why no one
wants to ride with you.

Of course that's why.

No, it's not, okay?
It's not, all right?

You're a crap cop,
okay, Chickie?

You used to be a good one,
but you're not anymore.

You know, say what you
want about Dewey,

but, man, he would, he would
charge right in there,

right in there!

You, you have been hiding
behind him for years.

You should have drug
his ass into rehab

a long time ago,
but you didn't.

Now I don't know what the hell
happened to you,

but you are nothing
like the girl that I met.

Hey!

Hey.

Hey! Hey!

Whoa. Cut it.

(lawnmower engine shuts off)

You all right?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

Parents home?

Just my dad.

(dog barking)

What do you want?

Sir, can you explain why
your kid is dressed like that?

None of your fucking business.

Seems kind of upset.
Yeah.

Well, he should
have thought about that

before he let
those assholes

take a brand-new,
$100 pair of sneakers

off his skinny ass.

Act like a pussy,
dress like a pussy.

How long you going
to make him do this?

Long as I feel
like it.

You got a problem
with it?

Yeah, I do.

So, arrest me, you little punk.

You think humiliating him
is the answer?

Look, Junior G-man,

why don't you just
get the hell out of here.

This is private property.

You're a total dick,
you know that?

He touches you,
call me.

Cut the grass.

Yeah, but I changed the locks.

So, how do you think
he got in?

I don't know.

That's why I'm
freaking out so much.

I... um, I was out

for a couple of hours
for a job interview,

and when I got back,
my shower's on,

and there's towels
all over the floor.

(sighs)

And...

(sighs)

And this.

He pissed on it.

Wow.

Right?

I'm terrified of him.

He's totally obsessed with me.

How long did
you guys go out?

About six months.

That's what's so awful--
it wasn't even that long.

And then, he just
went insane,

fired me
from my job.

And he's a really big deal
in the culinary world.

Thomas Sorensen.

Yeah, yeah, I've
heard of him.

Right?

Water?

BEN:
No, thanks.

Anyway, I find out
later that...

this is his thing.

I mean, he has a history
of violence against women.

I know that he's stalked
other women before.

Well, did you get
a restraining order?

No, I got an emergency
protective order,

because that's what
they give you first.

But every time that
they try to serve him,

the people that work
in his kitchen,
they protect him.

I can't even get work!

Because he's spreading
all of these rumors about me,

and it's really crazy because
I'm a really good chef!

Sorry.
Okay; it's okay.
It's all right; it's all right.

Okay, look, I'm gonna fill
this out, you're gonna sign it,

and that way we can start
documenting this, all right?

Create a paper trail.

Okay?

All right.

Sign right there.

I'm gonna give you
one of these, too.

All right, if anything happens,
you call 911,

but... you can call me, too.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Ben.

Thank you, Ben.

Yeah.

It's, like, all I've
been doing all day
is handing out cards.

Oh, man.

(laughs)

Sorry.

Just thought maybe
I was special.

(wry laugh)
There's a term for that.

Really.
Yeah.

It's called converting
an on-duty contact

into an off-duty
relationship.

We're not supposed to do it.

Dang.
(laughs)

All right, I'm gonna go.

Really, thank you.

Ben.

(over radio):
U-3, call the watch commander.

U-3, copy.

Sherman.

Can you swing by 2622
South Ardmore, number 12?

Woman wanted to make a report.

There's some kind
of language problem.

I'll have a Korean-speaking
officer meet you there.

Roger that.

Lock your doors.

Look at that.

Look at it.

He's so handsome.

Aw...

Brianna, where's
his crib?

It broke.

I got it second-hand,
and it just fell apart.

He was trying to get out,
and it just busted up.

Brianna, he needs
to have a crib.

Why? He loves sleeping
with me so much.

Hello? You're being
evaluated tomorrow.

Do you want to lose him
for real this time?

LYDIA:
He needs a safe place

to sleep, Brianna.

Do you know how many parents
have killed their children

by rolling over on them
in the middle of the night?

I'm working at the
bakery and at one of
the shelters now,

and baby-sitters
cost a fortune.

I can't afford a new crib.

Why didn't you call me?

I'm a part of
your team, remember?

(sighs)

I'm gonna get you
a crib, okay?

I'll probably have
to have it delivered,
so you need to be here.

I will, I promise.

Thank you so, so much.

I'll pay you back,
I promise.

Okay.

Won't we, Jimmy?
(chuckles)

LYDIA: I'll give you a
call with an ETA.

Bye, Jimmy.

See you later.

(speaking Korean)

So, they got the call
from the school around 9:00.

Their son said his sister
didn't get on the bus with him.

How old are they?

Son Matthew is seven,
and the girl is nine.

Her name is Jane.

(speaking Korean)

The father said
it's not a problem.

She wanders a little bit;
she always comes home.

She "wanders" a lit...
She's nine years old.

(speaking Korean)

(speaking angrily)

He's saying...

he's saying no problem,

they'll take care of it.

(sighs):
All right.

Tell him we're going
to the school right now.

They can follow with you.

(speaking Korean)

Hey, Sarge,
we might have a missing child.

I'm gonna go to the school,
see if she turned up,

talk to the brother.

You gonna sulk now?

I'm not sulking.

Oh, damn. Come on.

(siren chirps)

You're contact;
I'm cover.

Hey! You!

Over here, pull it over.

I'm sitting at the intersection,
he jumps in the car,

says he won't get out
unless I pay him.

I know, sir,
we saw it.

Get out of the
car, please.

That's not what happened.

It was a business
transaction.

I'll pay him.
Get out

of the car, please.
DRIVER:
Here.

Here.

Please, just get
out of my car.

Give him back
the money, Donna.

Dude beckoned me.

Dude didn't
beckon you.

JOHN:
Get out.

Get out of the car.

Now.

How else am I supposed
to make a living?

Business is slow.

We're in a recession.

Next time I'm
gonna arrest you.

This is Hollywood, idiot.

Keep your doors locked.

(starts engine)

Ask 'em, tell 'em, make 'em.

(engine starts)

She didn't get on the bus.

She just walked away.

She does that a lot.

I started crying,
and when I got to school,

I told Miss Pitts.

You did the right
thing, Matthew.

Anybody ever call you Matt?

No.

(quietly):
Okay.

Uh...

Matthew, did you see anybody
at the bus stop

waiting for her
or talking to her
or anything like that?

You sure?

All right, come.

(laughs):
Thank you.

(sighs)

You searched the school
for her, right?

Yeah, of course.

Look, I think she
has Asperger's.

I told the parents, and
the father got very angry,

said she was normal.

We brought in an interventionist
to work with her,

and the father
threatened to sue.

I worry about her
all the time.

She has almost
no friends.

Uh... she likes art.

(gentle laugh)
She keeps building these--

sorry-- these...

structures.

It's weird, huh?

She's kind of
a savant.

Hmm.

Can I keep this?

Yeah, of course.

I gotta call this in.

Hey, Sarge, we got an
at-risk missing child.

Last seen at a bus stop at
Ardmore and Harvard around 8:00.

She's got a disability.

I think she may have Asperger's.

SALESWOMAN:
You really can't go wrong
with the Storecraft.

LYDIA:
And that's this one
here, right?

We stopped carrying
some others.

Lead problems,
bracket problems,

mattress collapses,
you name it.

Mattress collapses.
Really?

I really like this
one, honey.

You're a gorgeous couple.

Well, thank you.

When are you due?

I'm not pregnant.

I run six miles a day,
do I look fat to you?

Sorry.

Give me your credit card,

we're splitting
this, honey.

That's crazy-- why would
I have to split this with you?

I'm going to pay you back,
it's just for right now.

Thanks, sweetie.

I'll need to have it
delivered.

Yeah, room 617, please.

You have an incisional hernia.

What were you doing, sit-ups?

Going for a new
personal best?

Heavy weights?

So what happens now?

The bulge has a loop
of intestine in it.

We gotta go in
and get it.

How about the colostomy
takedown?

Not, not yet.

(phone vibrating)

What about the numbness
and weakness in his leg?

Totally normal.

The blast wave from
the bullet

caused damage to the
lumbrosacral plexus.

Nerves need to heal.

(vibrating continues)
Takes time.

Hey, Russ, I tried you at the
hospital a couple times.

Um, just want to hear
your voice,

say hello, something.

I went and saw Brianna,
um, today.

Jimmy is getting so big.

Anyway, um, give me
a call, partner.

All right?

I love you. Bye.

Yeah, that's it.
Uh, she was last
seen at a bus stop

at, uh, Ardmore and
Harvard around 8:00.

I spoke to your
watch commander.

You're clear from this;
you go back

to handling your calls.
Thanks for your help.

Good work.

(phone rings)

Sherman.

It's, uh, Stella.

Um, Stella Holmes.

Hey. You all right?

No, he keeps calling me
and threatening me.

Where is he right now?

He's at the restaurant.

I can hear the kitchen
in the background.

Um, it's called "Soren."

It's in Silverlake.

I'm sorry. I wouldn't bother you
if I wasn't so scared.

It's just, it was so bad,
you know?

He just, he kept ranting.

Yeah, all right.
Sit tight for a minute.

I'm gonna call you back, okay?

Bye.

MAN:
All right, people,
let's go!

It's gonna be
a full house tonight!

Pick up the energy!

Who are you?

What are you doing
in my kitchen?!

Can I talk
to you outside, please?

Oh, all right,
here we go.

What did she say
I did this time?

Tom Sorenson.

The day I hired
this chick was

the worst day of my life.

Did you meet her?

She seems great, right?

At first, yeah,
she's a total doll,

and then...

I'm onto you.

What'd you just say to me?

I'm onto you.

Arrested for stalking
and trespass in 2008.

Come on, man.

Battery, 2006.

Case dismissed.
D.A. reject.

Date rape, 2006.

No charges filed.

Is that how you do it?

Do you scare 'em into
dropping the charges?

This is no longer
a consensual encounter.

Good-bye.

Where'd you learn
that term?

From the lawyers you hire
after you beat up women?

She was a lousy cook,
and I fired her, okay?

Now you tell her
to stop stalking me!

You touch her...
I'm coming after you.

Have a nice day.

Stay for dinner!

Let's go, people!

Keep it up!

(siren wails briefly,
helicopter flies over)

LYDIA:
Why wasn't he
wearing a helmet?

I told him not to.

You what?

We were filming it.

It's like a Jackass
kind of thing.

Okay.

Famous people
never wear helmets.

You gotta be able
to see their face.

Otherwise,
it could be anyone.

Let me get this
straight.

The end of the stunt
going at 35 miles an hour,

jumping into an
empty swimming pool,

and you told him
not to wear a helmet?

We were gonna put it
on YouTube, man.

It was gonna be radical.

(forced laugh)
I bet.

You know,
it's manslaughter.

He acted recklessly.

Yes, that's exactly why

they're not gonna file
for manslaughter.

So you're saying it's
reckless endangerment?

I'm saying the parents
will never let him say

that he made him
take the helmet off.

It's your call.

These kids aren't
going anywhere.

We'll run it by the DA.

They've got to live
with this

for the rest
of their lives.

(Lydia sighs)

What are you
looking at, pig?

Want to grab
a quick bite?

No, I'm gonna run
by the hospital

and say hi to Russ.

I'lll drop you off
at the station, all right?

You think that's a good idea,

you going to see him
all the time?

What?

I mean, he's lying
in a hospital bed,

and you're still
calling him "partner."

That can't make him feel good.

You should let him go
a little bit.

You're telling me
how to treat this man

you've never even
met before?

You're kidding me, right?

Look, you don't know
anything about us.

You don't know anything
about our bond.

I'm just trying
to give him hope

and let him know
I'm still there for him.

I'm sorry.

I'm just saying calling him
"partner" all the time

and trying to keep him
up-to-date with cases,

I just think,
I don't know...

Look, just stay out of it,
all right?! It's none...!

It's none of your business,
all right?

You're driving

too close to them.

What are you trying
to do, the PIT maneuver?

(siren blips)

Look in your rearview mirror.

See the dope they
just threw

out of the car?

If you weren't so far
up their ass,

you'd have seen that.

Go get the dope.

(over P.A.):
Driver, put your hands outside
the car where I can see them.

Passenger!

Put your hands outside of the
vehicle where I can see them.

COMMUNICATIONS (over radio):
U-3, report back
to 2622 South Ardmore.

See the mother
of the missing child.

U-3. Roger that.

Ma'am, please
come over here,

kneel down, and lay flat
on your stomach.

I can't.
CHICKIE:
Ma'am?

I'm pregnant.

Keep your eyes on her.

Control her.

Don't look at me!

Ma'am, come over here.

Felony kneeling.

Kneel down,
put your hands above your head.

Now!

Do it!

(clears throat)

Hands above your head!

(woman grunts)

(quietly):
No frigging command presence.

(sighs)

She said you
had kind eyes.

(speaking Korean)

She wants to show you something
in the house.

(speaking Korean)

(speaking Korean)

Yeah? Uh, ask her if
they've ever taken Jane there.

(speaking Korean)

JASON:
Never.

Jane!

Jane?!

Jane?!
WOMAN:
Hey!

What...?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry; I'm looking
for somebody; I'm sorry.

Yo! Yo, excuse me.

Great. Thanks.

I'm looking for a little girl,
nine years old, Korean.

You see anything
like that?

Uh, what kind of
car was she driving?

Look, if I had seen a little
girl walking by herself,

don't think I'd
turn her in?

Try the west garage.

Um, got a card?

Yeah.

Okay. Give you a call
if she turns up.

What are you doing?

I'm writing.

What are you writing?

My blog.

Thought you were gonna
give that up.

No.

Why would I stop
blogging about my life?

Did you write
about me getting shot?

Yes.

It happened to me,
too, Russell.

Oh, did it, Dina?

(scoffing laugh)

'Cause I don't see you
lying in bed

with a piss bag
and tubes coming out of you.

I don't see you having
your intestines carved out.

I don't see you
limping around here...

WOMAN: You got time.
Visiting hours are
still another hour.

Come on in.

...you're probably never gonna
get to do again!

It's not a good time.

Um, yeah. I'm sorry.

...'cause she's obsessed
with the Nokia Center.

She does drawings,
paintings.

I don't know.
She's...

Is there any way people
can get back up in here?

You got
any other monitors?

Mm-mm.

Any other angles, anything?

(Ben sighs)

All right.

Are you Jane?

The stage measures
14,000 square feet.

No seat is further than
220 feet from the stage.

Orchestra has 4,340 seats.

The seats are
23 1/2 inches wide.

That's great.

Great.

Okay. Come on.

BEN:
It's not a problem.

MOTHER:
Thank you. Thank you.

You're welcome.
You're welcome.

You just make sure
you get her some help.

Okay? Make sure you
get her help? Yeah?

It's okay.

No problem.
No problem.

(phone ringing)

Sherman.

STELLA (on phone):
Ben, it's Stella.

I think he's here.

I keep hearing things
outside my doorway

and I think he's got a key.

All right.
Hang up and call 911.

Do it now, Stella!

See, the thing
with police work?

It's a perishable skill.

You know, you don't
use it, you lose it.

Maybe you're not cut out
for the street anymore.

Then you can go over to the
communications division.

Just... shut up.

Okay?

You want to take a gun
off the street?

Sir. Stop.

Turn around.

Put your hands
in the air.

Turn around.
Put your hands in the air.

Interlace your fingers
behind your head.

Spread your legs.

(siren approaches)

How'd you know
he had a gun?

I have cop eyes,
just the same as you.

You missed this one.

(siren wailing)

(grunts)

(sirens approach)

Breathe!

Breathe!
Breathe!

Come on, breathe!
Breathe!

Sherm! Sherm,
we got this!
Breathe!

We got it!

(panting)

Do something!
Help her!

OFFICER:
Control 118-16 to 1097.
We're code four on that 242.

Be advised. Victim is
nonresponsive at this time.

(shouts)

(enraged yelling)

(panting)

(angry grunt)

(lock buzzes)

(door thuds open)

You okay?

Fine.

Everybody's congratulating me
like I did something great.

I hit that guy, hard.

He had cuffs on.

I don't know
where the lines are.

You got a lot of
power out there.

You can't get control of it,
maybe you shouldn't be here.

Look, everyone, when
they get out of the academy,

thinks it's all
black and white.

But you know what?
It isn't.

We live in the gray.

We live there.

Now you know what
you're capable of.

That's it!

Huh? Who...?

You?

How could you
do this to me?

You deserved it.

Coming in here
with your fancy pictures,

thinking you're
all that.

Hey, I'm sorry
about before.

No, it's all right.
I...

I should have kept
my big mouth shut.

Like you said,
none of my damn business.

No, I think
you're right.

(sighs)

I need to give
him his space.

I woke up today

'cause I had a
dream about him.

I was in the shoot-out,

but I wasn't
shooting Marta's kid.

I was...

shooting Russell.

It just... I don't know.

It just stuck
with me all day.

It must be hard.

Knowing how much
he loved it.

Not knowing
if he'll make it back.

Survivor's guilt
or whatever they call it.

You know what?

Let's go get a drink.

Yes.

Yes, okay.
Let's go.

Oh, w-where?

Where?

Yeah, Hollywood,
you're so slick.

I don't want to end
up on Sunset Strip

with a bunch of teenagers
drinking fancy $20 martinis.

Did you just call me
Hollywood?

I did.

Hollywood?

* Hollywood.

You do know
I'm from the Bronx?

(siren wailing in distance)

(dog barking in distance)

(sniffs)

Thanks for coming.

I once had to do
CPR on a baby.

Was eight...
nine months old.

(grunts)

She had choked on
a piece of apple.

(sighs)

By the time I got there,
she was dead, but, uh...

I couldn't stop.

I'd give her two breaths,
compressed her chest,

two more breaths,
compressed again,

just over
and over and over.

(sighs deeply)

I dreamt about her
for a long time after that.

A couple years.

(sighs)

Once in a while,
I still dream about her.

That I save her.

You can't save
everyone.

Owes me a favor.

(lift whirring)