[ Dramatic music plays ]
♪ Southland 5x01 ♪ Heat Original Air Date on February 20, 2013
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[ Dog barking ]
Stop!
[ Grunts ]
[ Both grunting ]
Let go of me!
Being a cop in Los Angeles
is different from patrolling other cities.
Not every officer can take the heat.
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Wailing stops ]
[ Sighs ]
It'll be you again. It ain't gonna be me.
So, Mendoza was home watering his lawn
when two thugs rolled up and buried one in his shoulder.
Hey. Look at these guys.
I am ready for my sponge bath.
Yeah, I just need you to turn your head and cough first.
[ Laughs, groans ]
Asshole.
You okay, brother?
Yeah, I'm sore, but fine.
Victoria, the kids? Scared.
Those gangsters had some balls coming up in my hood.
Game's changing.
What if they got a green light out on me?
My family...
[ Clears throat ] Excuse me, officers.
I need you to wrap this up.
Councilman Craig is here with a photographer from the Times.
Councilman can wait.
We're on a tight schedule.
He's not your photo-op.
You can save the P.R. stunt for somebody else.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Look.
Given the councilman's tough stance on crime,
I know he's anxious to speak with Officer Mendoza,
thank him for all that he's done,
but that's one of our guys lying there.
And, uh, we need a few more minutes with him.
I'll let you know when we're done.
[ Clears throat ]
[ Baby crying ]
[ Exhaling sharply ]
[ Chuckles ]
I'll be right there, Ma.
Sudden burst of energy?
Yeah.
The baby slept for four hours last night.
Oh, I'm glad you got some rest.
I feel like a new person.
You know, you're gonna dry up your milk
if you keep up all that exercising and dieting.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
Aren't you gonna get that?
[ Breathes deeply ]
[ Sighs ]
Homicide in the hills.
Good news is that copper from Alvarado Division
who got shot in front of his house
is gonna make a full recovery.
The bad news is these assholes know where he lives.
And F.Y.I. -- Mendoza's in pretty good spirits.
He's just happy he got shot in his left shoulder
and not his right.
It won't affect his jump shot!
[ Laughter ]
Moving on, break out your sunscreen.
It's gonna be another hot one here in the City of Angels.
High temps lead to short fuses.
Domestics are going through the roof.
Right, people punching each other
'cause they're hot and sweaty.
Classy.
Yeah, expect power outages,
traffic signals to be down, and stay hydrated.
You pass out, you're useless to me. All right?
Now, before we roll out,
these fresh muffins in the back here
are compliments of Cooper's girlfriend.
Ahh. Yeah.
Nice. [ Whistles ]
Dewey: She's got the sweetest muffins in town.
[ Laughter ]
And she's waiting for you in the lobby, so...
All right, go! Roll out! Be safe!
Go get her, Romeo!
Girlfriend, sir?
Converting an on-duty contact into an off-duty relationship?
My last F.T.O. told me about the three p's --
pride, power, and pussy.
That gonna be a problem for you?
No.
I'm happily married.
Well, the ones with the wedding bands are always the worst ones.
[ Chuckles ] I'm not like the other guys.
Yeah. We'll see. You wait here.
Amanda?
Did you like my muffins?
How many times do we have to have this conversation?
You've got to stop coming by the station.
This is your last chance.
I am not taking you to the movies.
Is it my dress?
[ Sighs ]
No.
It's very pretty.
And you're a very lovely young woman.
You're just not my type.
It's your loss.
[ Sighs, sniffs ]
Dude, if you don't smash that biscuit, I will, okay?
Good luck with that. She's retarded, not blind.
See? He's funny.
You going to comedy school, kid. I like that.
Watters: All right. Guys and gals, have a seat.
Listen up.
I know you've all heard rumors
that it was the Eastside G's that shot Mendoza,
but we do not know yet.
The shooters were wearing hoodies,
and all we got is a make and model on the vehicle.
So all you guys who are looking to give kiwi shampoos,
calm down.
As you know, R.H.D. is handling the investigation
and has asked that if you arrest anyone from that clique
to pass on copies of all your F.I.s.
Got it?
All: Yes, ma'am.
Thank you. Sherman, you had something to say?
Lowe: Hey, poster boy.
Calzano: Village People reunion tour! [ Whistles ]
All: Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
I'll be signing autographs at the end of watch.
So dreamy. All right. Enough.
Um, I just wanted to let everybody know
I'm organizing a barbecue fundraiser for Mendoza,
help him cover his medical bills.
The flier's in the break room for anybody who's interested.
He's gonna need full shoulder replacement.
It's gonna be a long recovery.
Mendoza's always been there for us,
whether to cover a shift or volunteer for O.T.
I don't know about anybody else, but I'm gonna donate my days.
You should, too.
Thanks.
Watters: All right.
Only 10:00 in the morning.
It's already a sauna out here.
How'd you meet your girlfriend?
Starbucks.
She sweeps up, takes out the trash.
Sounds like our job.
You've yet to prove yourself with a broom.
Starbucks has a pension plan and benefits.
Maybe you should apply.
Manager: And it's your fault!
Mr. Livermore: It's not my fault.
The GPS told me to turn left!
Oh, GPS, my ass!
You almost ran over some of my golfers
before you crashed into -- hey, enough!
He could have killed someone!
Okay.
Could I see your license, sir?
Mr. Livermore?
Yes.
Your license expired 14 months ago.
You planning on getting it renewed?
Well, I went a few times. The lines were too long.
I'm gonna have to hang on to this...
and write you a citation for driving with an expired license.
Hey!
You calm down.
Manager: I'm chilling. I'm chilling.
Unfortunately, we're also gonna have to impound the vehicle.
Well, then, can I have my license back?
No, not till you go to the DMV and pass the test.
I was a P-51 Mustang pilot in the war!
The instruments in my car failed, not me.
I understand that, sir.
But we have a procedure we have to follow
to make sure that you're capable of driving safely.
I'm fine to drive!
Mr. Livermore. I'm ex-army, okay?
We appreciate your service.
Oh, uh... Please, I live alone.
How am I gonna get my groceries and go to the doctor?
Huh?
Stay here.
Yeah.
You know what you said about catch and release?
This is a fish you throw back.
Okay. Write the citation.
Hiker found the body this morning.
Got an I.D.?
Found a wallet in the brush.
I.D. says it's Rick Dawson, but we might have to go dental.
Did you run the name?
His wife reported him missing three days ago.
Witnesses?
Just Bambi and Thumper...
Ooh.
Ruben: Mnh.
Whew.
After you.
They taught us to find ways to connect with people
in the Academy.
That's touching.
Yeah, well, I was connecting with that old vet,
and you still pulled the rug out.
You don't endanger public safety
because you have a connection with the offender.
No, you know, I get the citation.
But impounding the vehicle?
It's gonna cost him an extra 150 bucks.
The guy's probably barely surviving
off his Social Security.
You think I did it just to be an asshole?
Yes, sir.
Santa Monica Farmer's Market.
10 dead, 63 injured because some old guy
mistook the accelerator for the brake.
Not on my watch.
[ Sighs ] You'd understand if you'd served.
I told you. I did a tour of duty.
Baskin-Robbins.
We're gonna beat the heat.
Go visit my old comrades
and get a nice big-ass scoop of pistachio nut.
Where's Ann Dawson?
[ Fighters exhaling sharply, grunting ]
Ann Dawson?
Can I help you?
Detectives Adams and Robinson.
We need to speak with you in private, please.
He was the love of my life.
Been my manager since I was 17.
This...
This place was his dream.
Mrs. Dawson, I need to ask you some questions.
If at any time you want to stop, just let me know.
When was the last time you saw Rick?
Three days ago, before he left for his hike.
Did he usually go hiking?
Yeah, that was his thing.
It's how he cleared his head.
He always got home before it got dark, though.
And did you call him when he didn't come home?
Lots of times, but there was no answer.
I went to look for him in the Canyon.
What time was that?
Uh...
About 7:00?
Was Rick upset?
Anything seem off about him?
Actually, he was great.
Last thing we talked about was my big comeback match.
He was the only one that still believed in me.
We're sorry for your loss.
[ Camera shutter clicking ]
What are you doing?
Nate told me to take his toy to work to get the bad guys.
I'm taking a picture and sending it to the babysitter.
[ Sighs ]
That's cute.
I hear you're not giving your days to Mendoza.
I got to save them for Nate and the custody battle.
I heard Mendoza got lit up
'cause he was [bleep] a gangster's girl
from the Eastside G's.
Nah. Nah.
I heard it from a legit source.
Even if he screwed up,
doesn't mean he deserves to get shot.
Don't shit where you eat.
When you were laid out in a hospital bed,
didn't you want every swinging dick in a blue suit
out chasing the guy that shot you?
That's different.
How? I didn't bring that on myself.
You never liked Mendoza.
I like him fine.
And I've known him a lot longer than you.
Dawn, great.
Last time, she threw up in the unit.
A36, show us on a citizen flag down.
What the hell's she doing?
I need some help, man!
Back away from the vehicle.
I need to talk to you, man!
Back away from the car!
What's going on, Dawn?
This bitch owes me 20 bucks.
For what?
An exchange of goods.
Ben: Drugs?
Dawn: Yeah.
What kind? Rock.
I don't sell drugs.
[ Scoffs ]
What do you mean you don't sell drugs?
I mean I don't sell drugs. I'm a prostitute.
A36. Show us code 4.
How you doing? Pistachio nut, two cones.
You're gonna love this.
[ Sighing loudly ]
Can I help you?
While you're standing around,
there are crimes being committed.
Would it make you happier if we had cut the line?
You're wasting our taxpayers' dollars.
Ma'am, do you get a break while you're at work?
Yes.
You do? You see, because we work 12-hour shifts.
12 hours, dealing with gangsters, crackheads, rapists,
all so that people like yourself can sleep better at night.
Now, just because we're peace officers,
it doesn't mean we are not entitled to a break,
or in this case, enjoying a cold treat
on a very hot day just like everyone else.
I pay your salary.
You know what, ma'am? Yes, you do.
Which means that you have actually paid for this.
You want a lick?
[ Scoffs ]
[ Dog barks ]
Did you see the carpet? It was new.
Wasn't even tacked down yet.
Yeah, trying to hide an incriminating stain.
Her cardio was carrying the body.
Dead lifts. Good for the glutes.
That's the Booty. [ Laughs ]
And I bet you 20 bucks it was after he disappeared.
That's a sucker's bet.
I will raise you $200
and bet you that the roaming charges don't match up
to the time she says she was in the Canyon.
Yeah.
"My husband just died,
so I'm gonna go to the gym and work out."
[ Cellphone chimes ] I think they call that the eye of the tiger. [ Chuckles ]
[ Both laugh ]
Ohh.
A couple friends from Rampart are going out for drinks
to celebrate a friend's birthday.
What?
You have friends?
No, no, I think it's a good idea.
You should go, be good for you. Long as you pump and dump.
Oh, no, no, no.
I don't have to worry about that, 'cause I gave up nursing.
Switched to formula.
You are worse than my mom! [ Scoffs ]
Now, listen, hey.
A woman has a right to choose
whatever she feels is best for her.
Of course, it makes the colic worse,
but, hey, you do your thing, Miss Lydia Adams.
I got four hours of sleep last night.
Formula sits longer in the baby's stomach.
Just do me a favor and don't buy the recalled stuff
with the beetle larvae in it.
What are you, a member of the La Leche League?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I already paid for the first one. [ Sighs ]
Well, you can tell the state of California they can kiss my ass!
[ Sighs ]
Ohh. I got to pay for another custody evaluation.
Tammi's sucking my bank account dry.
She's pushing me further in debt.
You ever think about getting your guard card?
I hear Target's hiring for their Easter sale.
How about I get a loan from your folks?
Oh.
The air's not working right. It's hot, man.
Sammy: What are we doing here?
Uh, just passing on through, see if anything's going on.
Wait a second. Here we go.
There was no confirmation that it was the Eastside G's.
Yeah. Our pal Dewain's got a bench warrant.
It's a legit stop.
Hey, Ben!
Hey, Dewain!
Yo, Dewain!
[ Laughing ]
Yo, what's up, man?
We didn't get the invite.
It's my son's birthday party.
Yeah, I can see that.
This'll just take a minute.
How you doing?
[ Indistinct whispering ]
[ Sniffs ]
[ Smacks lips ]
So, look.
A friend of ours got shot.
Word is someone from your clique did it.
He alive?
Yeah.
We didn't do it. [ Chuckles ]
Eastside G's have been getting bolder.
Everybody knows you got beef with our gang guys.
I've got a warrant, Dewain.
You missed a court appearance.
[ Breathes deeply ]
I was locked up when my son was born.
It's the first birthday I'm around, man.
You give us what we need, we'll let you go back to your party.
Come on, dawg.
Hey, I would hate for you to miss the cake.
Your little boy blowing out the candles, making a wish.
All right, look. Fine. Fine. Look.
I heard that Laron...
Talkin' shit about blastin' on Five-O's.
Laron, from Two-Treys?
Your rival gang?
What? You don't believe me?
No.
[Bleep]
Fine, I put it on my mama.
Come on, Dewain.
Everybody in South Central knows you hate your mama.
You put it on your son?
Fine, man.
I put that on my son.
[ Dog barking ]
Happy Birthday to him.
Happy Birthday to you, mother[bleep]
What's this?
There we go. There we go. Right there.
Ben: Hey, Laron.
We need a word. How you doing, man?
Where you going? Hey! Hey!
[ Panting ]
Shit.
He's heading in the courtyard.
[ Dog barking ]
Sammy: Sherman, can you hear me?
[ Breathing heavily ]
Where the [bleep] did you go?
[ Barking continues ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Clatter in distance ]
Hey! Hey!
All right. You're all right.
You're all right. You're all right. You're okay.
Shit.
[ Tires screech ]
Get over here! Get down! Get down!
[ Grunting ]
[ Panting ]
Police brutality types.
Yeah.
All right.
Roll over.
Roll over. Roll over. Sit up.
There you go. You know the drill.
Oh! Take it easy, man!
Well, you shouldn't have been running, Laron.
You shouldn't have been running.
Look what I got.
Laron: What? That's just a kibble.
You gonna [bleep] me over for that?
Nah, we don't give a shit about the kibble.
It's the other thing.
What shit?
You know.
Somebody got a beef on me, man?
Is it that bitch Angie?
Think I'm stepping out on her, dawg.
Eastside G's?
Yo --
Laron, I wouldn't start running your mouth without a lawyer.
Yo.
Was it Dewain?
Asshole think I'm [bleep] his sister, man.
Was it? [ Laughs ]
Laron: That mother[bleep]
Get in the [bleep] car. Get in the car. Get in the car.
Tell Dewain I want to see his [bleep]
Really?
[ Car door closes ]
Lydia: All right.
Okay, thanks.
Well, coroner's report confirmed
that Rick Dawson died from a head contusion.
Ann must have dumped the body and then set it on fire.
Mama said knock you out.
You're seriously gonna eat some soup in this heat?
Yeah. I still got baby weight to lose.
What? No. No, no, no, no.
Don't be so hard on yourself. You look good.
Thank you.
But it is gonna be tough losing these last pounds
now that I stopped nursing.
Shoot. My wife is still trying to lose her baby weight.
My last kid was seven years ago.
And I'm sure she really appreciates you saying that.
How's Christopher? Hmm?
Things better at home?
Coming to work is the easy part of my day.
I'd take dead bodies over a screaming baby anytime.
Oh, yeah. They both stink.
At least the bodies are quiet.
[ Chuckles ]
You getting any help from anyone else at home,
besides your mom's?
I know being a single mom's kinda tough.
Like who? The baby's daddy?
Don't go there.
Mmm, this pastrami is just...
It's delicious.
Make you want to smack your mama.
Want to take a picture with me?
No, thanks. Your mug will give Nate nightmares.
Guys, I need a word.
Mendoza lied, made up the entire story.
He got shot.
It was self-inflicted.
He was underwater on his bills,
trying to collect on the insurance money.
What a waste of resources.
Press is gonna have a field day.
It's gonna be a real cluster[bleep]
Media Relations is trying to figure out how to spin this.
You need us to do anything?
No. No. Just keep it under your hats.
We haven't told the rest of the division yet.
Sherman, I know you two were close.
You went out on a limb for him.
Want to make sure you're okay.
Guess I got to cancel the barbecue.
Excuse me.
[ Door closes ]
[ Breathes deeply ]
Things aren't looking too good for our boxing champ.
Hmm.
The phone company has no record
of her alleged phone calls to check on him.
Oh, shocker.
Mm-hmm.
And like you said, the roaming signals do not match up
to the time she said she was in the Canyon because...
Her phone was off for 13 hours.
[ As ring announcer ] Lydia "The Black Stallion" Adams
delivers a staggering blow
to Ann "the man-eater" Dawson's story.
She reported him missing the next day,
a couple of hours after she turned her phone back on.
Oh, Adams has got Dawson against the ropes.
Credit card history shows that she bought the carpet
the next day after Rick disappeared.
[ Exhaling sharply ]
She killed him in her office, covered up the blood,
dumped the body in the Canyon.
Oh! It's a knock-out!
[ Imitates crowd roaring, chuckles ] She's the champion!
You're pretty! You ain't got a scratch on your face!
[ Both laugh ]
Circle jerk of a day, huh?
Dispatcher: Any available unit to handle,
we have shots fired in the 400 block of 65th Street.
Stand by for additional info. Unit to handle, identify.
That's Dewain's pad.
Laron must have made his one phone call.
A36, show us responding.
[ Siren wailing ]
[ Indistinct shouting ]
[Bleep]
[ Groaning ]
[Bleep]
Come on, man.
[ Wheezing ]
All right. All right. All right.
Look at this.
Stay back. Stay back. Stay back.
[Bleep]
All right. All right. All right. Clear a lane! Clear a lane!
We got to get the ambulance in here, man.
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
[ Crying ]
Come on.
[ Shouting continues ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
Help is on the way. [ Breathing heavily ]
Come on.
Ann Dawson.
Detectives.
Do you mind if we take a look in your office?
Yeah, I, uh -- I do.
Yeah, I thought you'd say that.
We have a warrant.
Oh!
Stop!
[ Grunts ]
[ Both grunting ]
Let go of me!
[ Coughs ]
Stay down!
[ Grunting ]
Stay there!
[ Both grunting ]
[ Groans ]
[ Coughs ]
[ Gasping ]
Ruben: Lydia!
[ Panting ]
You all right?
[Bleep]
[ Spits ]
Yeah, partner.
Don't call it a comeback.
They don't know what's going to happen to him.
I should have kept my mouth shut.
[ Crying ]
Thanks for coming, officers.
What's the problem, ma'am?
I'm worried about my neighbor.
He's elderly, and I check in on him,
but today there's no answer.
When was the last time you saw him?
This morning around 11:00.
I looked through the window, could hear the music,
but the air-conditioning is not on, and it's been so hot.
What's his name? Larry.
Larry. Police.
[ Doorknob rattles ]
[ Dog barking ]
Ma'am? Anyone in the back house?
No.
[ Knock on door ]
Larry! Police!
Larry!
[ Record player clicking ]
What?
[ Scoffs ]
So what if some gangster had to take the fall?
I did what I had to do to get mine.
We got to get ours, right?
You think I disgraced the department.
They say they have your back,
but they will throw you under the bus
faster than anyone.
It's the pressures and the futility of the job, you know?
And for what?
Some crappy pension?
Then I got to work security at CVS.
I don't have a second act in me!
The mortgage, the credit cards, toys...
Got worse when they took away our overtime.
I was gonna lose my family.
What?
You think you're better than me?
Huh?
You know I am.
John: That thing with the old guy...
We were just doing our jobs.
We didn't know he was gonna take it that far.
When we make...
We make contact with people, take care of business...
Can't take responsibility for what happens to them
after we leave.
[ Breathes deeply ]
You don't have to convince me, sir.
[ Tires squeal ]
John: Whoa! Look at this guy. Light 'em up.
[ Siren wails ]
[ Tires screech ]
[ Horn honks ]
Sir, can I have -- oh!
[ Gunshots ]
[ Gun clicks ]
Shots fired! Officer down!
[ Gunshots ]
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Gun clicks ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
Steele!
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Siren wails ]
Thanks.
[ Distant siren wails ]
[ Sighs ]
I know what you're thinking.
And I'm not a coward.
I survived two tours in Afghanistan.
And, hell, at least over there,
we were -- we were making progress.
All we're doing here is dispersing crime.
People hate you.
Like that lady in the ice-cream shop, man.
We're all just numbers here,
and why would I risk my life for this?
You have to be crazy to want this job.
It's not worth dying for.
I was thinking about my wife and kids.
Couldn't get killed now. They -- they just got me back.
You don't have to convince me.
[ Sighs ]
[ Whistles ]
A nice little shiner in the morning.
Yeah, I know.
[ Cellphone chimes ]
[ Clicks tongue ]
You know, I think I'm gonna pass
on that birthday thing tonight.
Nah, you should go.
Mm, need to finish this paperwork up.
I'll do it.
Seriously?!
Okay.
Thank you.
You know, they say Guinness is good for milk production
in case you want to reconsider.
I'm not.
[ Laughs ]
Thanks again.
Have fun.
Not looking good for li'l Dewain.
Hey. Did you hear what I said?
It's the way things go, man.
Meaning what?
Big Dewain hasn't exactly been a role model.
So, what?
With a gangster dad, you're saying the poor kid is doomed?
And that's really the way you see things?
[ Scoffs ] It's what we see out here every day.
You gonna say it isn't? That's messed up, man.
Yeah, it is.
It was a bullshit warrant, but you had to push it.
We asked a guy a question. He lied.
We believed him.
That kid got shot because we put the heat on Dewain to snitch.
I feel like crap about it.
I'm wondering why you don't.
It's not my fault the asshole chose to be a gangster.
Everyone makes choices.
It's really easy to get sucked into bad stuff, huh?
What's your problem?
What's your [bleep] problem? Look at Mendoza.
You know, being a cop doesn't change who you are
or make you a better person.
Whose side are you on?
We're here because your homeboy Mendoza lied!
I didn't know he was lying.
I was doing my job, which, at the time,
was to go after the guys who went after one of us.
This was never about Mendoza. This was always about you.
[ Sighs ]
You're back again.
Sorry about earlier.
Well...
You were pretty rude.
Hope I didn't hurt your feelings.
No, you didn't.
Maybe a little bit.
What's in the, uh, box?
Cupcakes. It's a new recipe.
Oh, yeah?
What are the blue ones?
[ Laughter ]
Oh, my gosh. Oh!
Remember crazy-ass Renata from Southwest division?
Man: Oh, yeah.
[ Laughs ] One day, I'm hooking her up, right?
So, I have my arms on her wrist, but my hands keep slipping off.
Ooh!
And I'm like, "Renata, what's this on your wrist?"
She says, "I just got finished having sex with Bob Beverly."
[ Laughter ]
I must have went through, like, six bottles of hand sanitizer.
Oh, a birthday cake! A burger cake!
[ Laughter ]
Have some sliders. Why do they call 'em sliders?
Oh, whoa. Oh.
[ Police radio chatter ]
[ Breathing shakily ]
[ Baby cooing ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Voice breaking ] No.
No.
[ Sobbing ]
Oh, no.
No.
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