[theme music]
[music continues]
(male #1) 'I got your suspect. He's gonna be on top of the tank.'
'Okay, he's up and running. Up and running Southbound.'
'Units on the east side, give me a perimeter.'
'Start to get the perimeter. Surround the tanks'
'on every side and wait for him to come down.'
'He's pointing a gun at us. He's shooting at us!'
'We're taking rounds, partner.'
'Alright, give me some altitude. He's firing at us.'
'Everyone alright? Everyone good?'
- Yeah. - 'Alright.'
Oh, shit. We got hit in the fuel tank. I-I smell fuel.
I'm thinking we got hit in the fuel cell.
I got gas on my foot. Fuel's raining.
(copilot) 'Patrol, officer needs help. We're putting this thing in.'
(male narrator) Most cops managed to stay sane
despite the chaos all around them.
But in their hearts, they know, everyone has a breaking point.
(female #1) 'How's that new pillow work for you?'
Great. Slept like a rock.
'Yeah? Hey, listen, about the painters..'
Oh, they can paint in there. It's okay. I'm, uh..
I'm gonna be moving back home tomorrow.
John. Look, you know what Dr. Steward said.
I think I know myself better than the shrink. Alright?
You've been amazing. Above and beyond.
But I'm ready to go it alone and...you won't have to lock up
the knives in the kitchen anymore.
Oh, come on.
Look at me.
It's okay.
'Listen, have a good day, okay?'
Go outside, go for a walk or something. It's beautiful out.
I will.
You too.
[door closed]
- He's right. - There wasn't another reason.
I just needed some help. It's alright.
Morning. Thought I'd bring you a coffee.
- Jesus. What're you doing? - Oh.
I'm Brooke, by the way.
The girl he stopped seeing so he could just fuck you.
What's your problem, you psycho bitch?
How did you know where I live, huh?
- I put an app on his phone. - Come on.
Don't be mad. I did it for you.
I came by so I can warn you. Don't fuck..
What the, what the fuck!
Hey! No, I came here for you.
- Oh, for me? - He's gonna fucking use--
- Thanks a lot! - Hey, come on.
- Leave us alone, you crazy.. - Get rid of her.
- Fuck alone! - Fuck you!
- Hey, hey! - You got to let go.
Just go. Leave us alone!
- Shit! - Okay, alright.
I hope you go have some fucking demon babies.
- Get some help. - Go fucking die.
- I'm fine. - Go!
Fuck you!
He was fine when we woke up this morning.
If I had any idea he was sick, I wouldn't have taken him out.
(male #2) 'No, fresh air is good. Did you take him to the park?'
Um, no, the Cooper Lucero crime scene.
'I had to see for myself.'
Maybe, for his birthday, you could take him
to the Dahmer house?
Russ, I feel bad enough as it is, okay?
Alright, so you've baby Motrin here on the side.
Extra diapers in the bag, wipes in the bag.
Cool. Yeah, I got it. I'll figure it out.
- Are you sure? - Go catch bad guys.
Alright. I know you got it. Thanks, Russ.
See you later.
(male #3) 'So, unfortunately, nothing new.'
'We got Phillip, Cody.'
Those are still the first names of the suspects
that R.H.D. is working with.
We got their truck.
License number is 1-Edward-4-9-9-0-1.
So, we're still on modified TAC alert, us and Midtown bureau
which means, you're gonna be seeing brass and detectives
in uniform until further notice.
Now, um, R.H.D. wants you--
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. That's it? After 18 days?
You got to make this an "us or them"?
I mean, who? Seriously, who's that gonna help, Dewey?
'Sarge, come on, man. This is bullshit.'
Coop had to give up his pin number to these pricks.
You think they didn't go try to get some money out?
Where are the ATM photos? Why is R.H.D. sitting on it?
'I don't have an answer for that, Dewey. I..'
- Hey, John. - 'Sarge.'
I thought it was, uh, your day off, no?
It was. I guess Rabinkski needed a break from humping the pine
to detox, you know, from all the stress.
We swapped days.
Okay, great. That's good.
Uh, have a seat. We just, um..
Yeah, we're just saying we got, uh, just talking.
We got new citation books, so, make sure
you trade your old ones in at the kit room, alright?
Some of you aren't getting your supervisors
'to sign your log at the end of watch'
'Take care of that.'
Uh, that's it. We got any questions?
Alright, good. Roll out and, uh..
Yeah, roll out.
So, this hippie lady, Fran O'Brien
she wasn't sure the guy she sold her truck to was named Cody?
Yeah, like it says in our report.
Well, uh, what gave you that feeling?
I mean, other than her saying so?
What you want? A percentage?
57, yeah. No, 67.
We're just trying to get a sense here.
Look, let's just cut to the meat here.
We know the suspects had their wallets.
They had to use their credit cards or something at some time.
Did you guys get any hits?
Nothing...credible at this time.
'What? What?'
What-what-what does that even mean?
Did you or did you not get a hit, man?
'It means that we're not at liberty to say.'
Okay. How about DNA?
We hear the suspects cut their own hair.
There had to be clippings everywhere.
Where'd you hear that?
You gonna answer her question with a question?
This-this is us sharing information?
Listen, guys, we're on the same team.
We just don't want you chasing ghosts.
You ain't on my team.
When our intel is credible we'll pass it down to the divisions.
We'll keep you apprised.
(male #4) 'Next.'
I talked to my buddy Matt.
He's on the team working my break-in.
What'd he say?
Well, he said that Strokeface
was actually at a strip club that night.
They got him on video. Asshole wasn't lying.
Doesn't mean he didn't call it in.
He could've gotten one of his poo-butts to do it.
When he was alive, and I was gunning for him
you try to cool me off, now he's dead, you think he ordered it.
Hey, I was trying to keep you from doing something stupid.
Considering he got shish- kebabbed, maybe I had a point?
[laughs]
Matt also said that there was a couple in their car
making out that night.
They saw a crappy green Civic with a red hood
burning rubber down the street away from my house.
We'll keep our eyes peeled.
I'm doing that ride-along with the airship.
Thanks for letting me know.
Partners are supposed to share shit.
Come on. It's a half a day.
I thought you'd like going all lone wolf.
[door closed]
Oh. It's like hay and battery acid.
Mine's great. You just ordered wrong.
What's with the health kick, anyway, huh?
Are you fucking the gang detective?
I just want to give her the washboard abs she deserves, man.
And trust me, she's been earning them.
[laughing]
Ah!
- No. - There's no red hood.
From Langer's, man. Number 19.
Beats those crap places around here.
I got lunch plans.
Keep it anyway.
They mean well, okay? It's just..
Well, it's a tough situation.
Past two and a half weeks, I have had these book-smart
street-stupid BSS experts telling me
how I'm supposed to feel before I go back on the streets.
And now I got this, what? This peer counseling bullshit?
Half the time these guys won't even look me in the eye.
The other times, it's "Hey, Coop, how about a group hug?"
"Hey, buddy, can we, uh, help you wash your dick?"
I'll get them off your back.
(Coop) When do I get to carry again?
This rubber-gun squad is like salt in the wound.
I mean, come on. These nuts know I've five guns at home, right?
I can eat one there just as easily as here.
I'd keep that out of your next therapy session, huh?
Terry...I'm okay, alright?
You know me.
Just get me back out there.
It's above my pay grade, John.
You got them to sign off on you.
'I had a partner get killed.'
You had a son.
A son, and somehow, you're not chained to your desk
and your holster's not empty.
My situation is my situation.
How I handled it is my business.
Yours is out of my hands.
We clear?
Face the wall.
Spread your legs.
Just gonna see your ink here.
Hey, man, what the hell? Open your hand.
Oh, man, what the hell? Ow! Man. What's up, man?
- Did you break into my house? - What?
- 'Take this, scare my kid?' - 'Hell no, man.'
What you talking about?
- Whoa! - This is my stop and my guy.
I didn't steal shit.
This is my dad's ring from the Rose Bowl.
- This cocksucker stole it! - Hey! Hold it!
- Alright, alright. - Motherfucker!
- Alright, alright. - Relax.
- I bought that thing, man. - 'Bullshit!'
- No, man. - 'Bullshit!'
I bought it from some guy at a club. He was selling shit.
Who? What is his name?
I don't know. Man, somebody called him Chris or something.
No, his street name. What's his fucking street name?
- I don't know all that. - This asshole's coming with us.
I won't touch him. Just bring him.
[beeps]
- Hey. - Hi.
I'm sorry we couldn't talk at the funeral.
No, I understand. I understand.
I-I wanted you to know I don't blame you for anything.
I know you did the best you could.
I heard you and Hank, the night before, went to a bar.
A gay bar.
- Is that true? - Yes.
So Hank was gay?
He was pretty clear he wasn't.
It would explain a lot why we grew apart.
How he was sometimes.
So please, you don't have to keep his secret.
If you, if you were lovers, just say it.
No. No. We weren't.
Asshole could still be lying.
Really? With a 211 warrant on him?
He had every reason to spill.
Plus, he did not flinch when they asked him
about the green-and-red Civic.
Oh, and I got the gang detectives
running, uh, Chris through their system
every spelling, even with a "Q."
I wouldn't put it past these fools.
If anything jumps out at them and they can't reach me
while I'm in the air, I told them to give you a call.
No worries. I got you.
Keep a hard-on for that car.
Yeah. You know what? I'm gonna find it, alright?
- Alright. - 'You got your sea-sick bands?'
I don't need them. Iron stomach.
How's it going?
When he called me with this, I knew we'd get you guys involved.
- Hey. - Hey, Lydia, how you doing?
- I'm good. You? - I'm doing alright.
What's up?
- He's my partner, Chuck. - It's cool.
Alright. Look. I got this piece of shit
mid-level dope dealer by the name of Jyreese.
'He brings me a gun today.'
'He got this gun from a couple of tweakers'
'he deals with in exchange for dope.'
Come on, man. Let's just show her.
- It's a Beretta 92FS. - Police issue.
'We ran the serial numbers. That's Hank Lucero's gun.'
If we bring this to R.H.D. and they mess it up
we'll never forgive ourselves.
Grab up Jyreese.
- 'Thank you.' - 'Wrap that up. Let's roll.'
- Huh? - Stop!
I wouldn't waste a bullet on your ass, bitch.
- Stop! Stop! - Do this.
- I didn't do shit! - You lying bitch!
Yeah. You know that gun you gave? It's a cop's gun.
- A dead cop's gun. - 'No!'
Like I told him, I got it from this tweaker.
- What's his name? - I don't know! Let me go!
Bear doesn't want this heat. We'll just make you road kill.
Stop! Look! They two crazy-ass tweakers.
They buy from me all the time, okay?
I'll take you to 'em.
(male #5) 'You sure you want to stick around Boyle Heights?'
'I could take you up to Stallone's house.'
A pilot told me they got naked women in the swimming pool.
No, I'm good.
'What'd you say we're looking for again?'
Crappy green Civic with a red hood.
'Alright.'
[tires screeching]
Adam 36. I need an OPG at my location.
Got to impound a car.
(woman on radio) '836. Roger.'
Glad you finally succumbed to the allure of my pimp mobile.
- Is that how you got Angela? - Oh, yeah.
Back seat, whole lot of stories.
(man on wireless) 'W30, we have a possible.'
Here they go. Here they go.
I got two phones and a GPS, dude.
- Yo, no. Cash. I told you cash. - I'm gonna bring you cash.
Get back in the car!
(Lydia) 'Go. Go, go, go, go, go.'
Williams 40, we're in pursuit of a green Toyota Rav4
no plate, headed southwest on Repetto.
- Get out of the car! - Son of a bitch!
'This is as fast as this thing goes?'
Yeah, we got it. Here we go.
[car revving]
'Shoot.'
Clear, clear, clear, clear.
[gunshot]
- Oh! - Shit!
What's he doing? What's he doing?
Whoa! Watch out, watch out, watch out!
Whoa!
Oh, damn.
I used to kiss Barb.
I almost decked him once.
He was a character. Dig in. Come on.
No, I'm-I'm working the desk.
I'm not really that hungry.
Well, I shouldn't be, but...shit.
Now that I'm off the sauce, I've been eating like a racehorse.
- You stopped drinking? - Fuck, yeah.
The night you went missing.
Wound up driving around all night listening to the scanner.
I even hooked up with Danny Choi. You remember him?
- Yeah. - Fat, now. Shit.
Anyway, he gave me a ride to help out on the hunt
and I vowed that if you were found alive, I'd clean up.
It's been 18 days. Shit.
- I'm glad I could help out. - Yeah.
New lease on life, huh? For both of us.
[laughing]
Yeah. It's funny in a way.
'So, you, uh, you're all good now, huh?'
'You always were a tough son of a bitch.'
'I'll take some credit for that, thank you.'
Yeah, I'm fine.
Listen, I got to ask.
Some of the boys and I were talking.
Why the hell did you give up your guns?
After that fucked up thing back in the '60s
and all the hoopla there was about that..
If I taught you anything, it's you don't give up your guns.
Come on, man. Hey, I'm just talking here.
There's no need to leave. John. Johnny, come on.
'Well, is, is that one of them?'
- Who said that? - 'You did.'
(Lydia) 'We're detectives too, remember?'
What I wanna know is how you have a picture of the suspect.
We had an ATM photo from when he tried to use their bank cards.
Wish we had it before we rolled up on him.
And what about patrol?
You pull these guys over for a busted taillight
and not know that they have cop killers?
Hey, you got a problem
take it up with Captain Mullen.
Meantime, you mind telling me
how, uh, major asshole winds up hamburgered in your suspension?
Uh, we got a few anonymous tips.
'Uh, the first one..'
...that there's a tweaker who fit the description.
He liked to cop his dope in an alley off of Repetto.
We found him, tried to talk to him, and, well, he bolted.
And the second one was that a dead cop's gun
can be found in a dumpster on 4th and Central.
We called our buddy Chuck Munoz. He works vice there.
'He's got a black-and-white that's holding that down now.'
Yeah, well, the moment those tips came in
you should have let us know.
Well, why?
We're on the same team, aren't we?
The last thing we'd want is you wasting your time
chasing ghosts.
So, when we have information that's credible, of course
we'll keep you apprised.
- Yeah, that's, uh, teamwork. - Makes your dream work.
- Thanks for running him over. - It wasn't exactly my intent.
And losing that other guy.
Don't be too hard on yourself.
'Look, John, I am clashing with R.H.D. on this'
so I'm taking my own tack.
But if you don't want to talk about this, I totally get it.
I don't know what I can say.
'I told them all I could remember.'
I want to do something else.
It's gonna feel weird, but..
...I wanna see if you can see this from another perspective.
Can you imagine you're a video camera
looking down on yourself?
The house, everything that happened?
'Don't be in it, be above it.'
'And then, tell me if you can see anything new.'
No, I don't, I don't, uh..
I don't see shit.
- Okay. I appreciate you trying. - Thank you.
- Stay strong, John.
And we'll be in touch.
(John) 'Sul-sulfur.'
- What? - 'The guys' clothes.'
They smelled like sulfur, like rotten eggs.
When they got close, their skin, clothes..
...sulfur.
Okay.
[whistling]
I told you to get rid of that shit you stole, but did you?
I don't know what you talking.
Don't lie to me again, stupid fuck.
You're leaving town tonight.
What? Fuck that.
That's your fix to get the cops off my back?
It's not about the other house you robbed, genius.
Who do you think I am? I can't make shit go away.
So, I stick my neck out for you
and now you can't return the favor.
If I get grabbed, I'm gonna let 'em know you're a dirty-ass cop.
Is that a threat? Huh? Are you threatening me?
'Cause you go right ahead.
They'll put me on a desk, there will be an investigation
and we'll see who lasts longer.
What does that mean?
What are the NBK's gonna do when I tell them
that you tried to pin it on them?
- You wouldn't do that. - Oh, I would. And I will.
You're done, Moco.
- You're done. - But I can't leave.
They stole my car.
You breathe a word of this to your sister..
...and I will personally bury you.
(male on speaker) 'Attention, all units.'
'This is an end-of-watch broadcast'
'for police officer 3, Henry Lucero.'
'Attention, all units.'
'This is an end-of-watch broadcast'
'for police officer 3, Henry Lucero.'
'Officer Lucero, or Hank, as his friends called him..'
'..was also awarded several commendations'
'in the course of his career.'
'Including the life saving medal in 2006'
'for saving a 3-year-old from a burning house.'
'Officer Lucero recently transferred'
'into Hollywood Division'
'which was his last division of assignment.'
'He leaves behind his loving wife of 16 years, Adina.'
'His daughter, Felicia, 13.'
'And his eight-year-old son, Rudy.'
'He will be sadly missed by both his family'
'and his L.A.P.D. family.'
'Officer Lucero, thank you for your commitment'
'and your service to the citizens of Los Angeles.'
'And, Hank, you are now end of watch.'
Do you know a Cody?
Or Jody or..
Cody.
See all the sulfur? They use it, making matches, bombs.
Your favorite shampoo from the "Soul Train" commercials.
Make your hair real silky.
Why do you know that information?
- Why? - I read books.
Hey, where's Cody?
[gun firing]
Oh, shit!
We're clear.
[train chugging]
William 40.
We've a 187 suspect contained in the tank yard.
We need an airship. Get S.W.A.T. rolling.
So, these tanks, they go on for acres, alright?
We'll wait for airship to get here to get eyes.
He's on top of one of those things.
He's a sitting duck up there.
Yeah, not so fast, okay?
We're not gonna rush in there.
If he's got Cooper's gun
it's still got 14 rounds in the mag.
Yeah, he wasn't suggesting
that we get picked off one by one.
'What the hell's wrong with you?'
- With me? - Yeah, you.
What's wrong with you?
This is the second time today
that you've kept major intel from R.H.D.
I got to wonder about you guys' priorities, huh?
You wanna get these assholes or yourself in the headlines?
Oh, wow. You're accusing us of that?
After not sharing a single lead?
- Are you kidding? - What's wrong?
What's wrong with you, huh?
Mommy got you on a leash?
'Yo, what's wrong with you?'
Are you ignoring me? I'm standing right here.
I will knock you the out, man.
You're an idiot.
You are not anything, you understand me?
- I can barely hear you. - Break it up.
Wait. W-w-what's wrong?
Where are you going?
Oh, my God. Alright. I-I'll be there.
- I gotta go. - What's going on?
- I gotta go. - You want me?
No. You stay here and get this guy.
'I got your suspect.'
He's gonna be on top of the tanks.
'On top of the tanks, hiding behind a utility box.'
'He's up and running. He's up and running southbound.'
'Units on the east side, give me a perimeter.'
'Start to get the perimeter. Surround the tanks.'
'The tanks are right in front. Let's surround those.'
'Let's get everybody on every side'
'and wait for him to come down.'
'He's pointing a gun at us. He's shooting.'
'We're taking rounds, partner. We're taking rounds.'
'Give me some altitude.'
'He's firing at us.'
Everyone alright? Everyone good?
- Yeah. - 'Alright.'
'We got hit in the fuel tank.'
'I-I smell fuel. We got hit in the fuel cell.'
'I got gas on my foot.'
- 'Fuel's draining.' - 'Officer needs help.'
'We got to land.'
- 'Okay.' - 'Just hang on, Sammy.'
'We're gonna be alright. We're gonna be alright.'
'Uh, looking for a place to land.'
'Control, send an R.A. to our location.'
'Have them track our location. Control, control.'
'We're at Harbor Division. Control, Harbor Division.'
'Send an R.A. Make it a health call.'
'Officer needs help. We're putting this thing in.'
(female on wireless) 'A35, copy.'
'All available units for traffic control'
'airship may make an emergency landing.'
(male on wireless) 'Our fuel cell has been shot. We are going in.'
'We're at Harbor Division. Control, send an R.A.'
'I got a lot of wires over here, partner.'
'Fuel cell has been shot. We are going in at our location.'
'We need a unit quickly.'
'Need to find a place to land.'
Tell-tell me, tell me he's okay.
Oh, he's great. It's okay. Yeah.
He's just getting his diaper changed.
- He's fine. - What happened?
Uh, he had a febrile seizure.
- What's that? - It sounds worse than it is.
The doc said that it's common when a baby's fever spikes.
You know what? He stiffened up a little bit.
His eyes started to flutter, I raced him here.
He was done by the time we reached.
- Oh, my God. - Look at him.
He's great. And his temperature's normal.
He's teflon, like his mama.
Right? Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
Hey.
Oh, save me some.
Don't worry.
There wasn't much left to begin with.
Here.
Hey, hey. I saw on the news.
God, John.
You still haven't given me an answer..
...about the baby.
I had time to think about it.
Now, the more I do, the more sense it makes to me.
I mean, the two of us.
Parents?
- Come on, that's a home run. - I know.
Look, I just..
Now is not a good time
for us to be making decisions like this.
No, no, no. Now is exactly the time.
I see things...clearly, like-like I never have.
What do you say?
Is it the whole funky-family thing that's bugging you?
'Cause, I mean, we could even consider living together.
- I mean, why not? - John, John.
- We could make this work. - Hey.
I don't want to have a baby.
Not with you.
Not anymore.
I'm so sorry.
All I could think about
all I could see was Nate, you know?
Who would tell him, or-or how he would act
or if he'd even remember me when he was three.
That, I'm telling you, that was the scariest part.
Him not knowing me, you know?
Hey. I'm sorry. Baby.
Meet me in the cafe?
- It's Moco. - Okay. Alright.
- I think he's in trouble. - Look.
- Let's let Sammy rest, alright? - 'I'm sorry. Baby.'
- What's wrong? - He left L.A.
He left L.A. Something's wrong.
Maybe he's just sleeping one off.
No, no. He called me.
He said he-he's moving to Atlanta
that he got some job or some shit.
- Shh. Calm-calm down. - Chris, a job.
Okay, okay, okay. Alright. Calm down.
- Okay. Okay. - Alright?
- Okay, I'm gonna fix it. - Okay.
Okay? Alright. Come on.
'Commander Andrew Smith from media relations'
'and I'll be introducing our chief, Charlie Beck.'
Thank you, Commander Smith.
And I want to thank the outside agencies
who participated in this manhunt.
But I want to give special credit
to the detectives that brought this case to a close.
As all of you know, robbery-homicide division
is our most elite detective unit.
But they couldn't do their job
without the divisional detectives.
'And I want to bring forward an individual'
who brought this case to a close.
He'll tell you a little bit about it.
Detective Ruben Robinson.
'Ruben.'
Excuse me.
Thank you, Chief Beck.
(Lydia) 'He called me, Cooper.
After S.W.A.T. took Cody down.'
He wanted to thank me.
- Nice. - Yeah.
Hopefully that will get him some peace, you know?
What are you doing here, anyway?
You gonna let R.H.D. get all the glory?
Trust me. Ruben is up there on that dais
representing for both of us.
Oh!
Even though he is way in the back.
You think he's warm enough?
Are you kidding?
You got him wrapped up here like the Michelin man.
You know the Michelin man is white?
Dude's supposed to be made out of tires
and they make him white.
You ever think about that?
Give me this guy. You're crazy.
Hey, buddy.
- I think he likes you. - Mm. Alright.
- Even more than me. - Oh, yeah, probably.
Mm.
What are we doing here, Lyd?
I don't know.
[police siren blaring]
- Hey. - Hey.
- I brought you some clothes. - Thanks, man.
You. What's up?
How's it going, man?
- Good. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - She's good?
Yeah, she's alright.
She didn't look good.
- She's alright, man. - Yeah?
No. It's alright.
You okay?
- Alive. - Yeah.
You know, after you left, I started thinking.
If I were an asshole who robbed a cop
I thought maybe somebody saw my car, what would I do?
I'd probably ditch it, right?
Maybe set it on fire.
'So, uh, I called around, you know'
'to the various police garages'
'and I ask them, have you towed a Civic'
'with a red hood recently?'
And guess what?
Fucking today, in our division, they impounded a car
that matches that description.
'They even faxed me a report.'
And get this..
...the car is registered to a Cris D. Herrera.
This mother fucker.
I run, I run his name
and he is a half a gangster with the street name Moco.
Moco.
That's the street name of my..
...of my partner's girlfriend's brother.
Ain't that right? Fuck man.
So many lies, Ben, and-and you fucking almost had me
all the way up until the end, but in the final hour
you used your own badge number.
I wonder, now, why would he do that?
Just inexperience, maybe ego, or perhaps that's just
what happens when he panics.
- You think I broke the code? - Yes.
No.
You broke it first.
I stuck my neck out.
No questions asked.
And I lied to I.A. when you beat the shit out of Tammi.
I backed you man, 100%, said there was no fucking tape.
And then, when you can't shake the guilt
can't live with yourself, like some goddamn altar boy
I'm supposed to let that happen?
No.
I did what I had to do.
What any sane person would do.
I did it to save your life.
That's shit. You know it.
You did it for you, like you always do.
I have saved your ass many times.
You saved my ass? You, that's your fucking job.
You want a pat?
And by the way, you saved my life
after you put my life in danger.
After you put my son's life in danger.
So, you want a pat?
Maybe, I'll give Chief Beck a call
and he can give you another hero's award, Officer Sherman.
You fucking poster boy. Is that what you want?
Fuck you.
Fuck me. You piece of shit.
Get off me.
We were partners!
Were.
That's right. Were.
Piece of shit.
'You're right.'
'I did come back to patrol to try and make a difference.'
To help cops avoid some of the mistakes I made.
Hell..
Some of the mistakes I continue to make.
But all I can do is show them by how I act out there
to hold on to who I am, and see if anybody cares.
'I won't help everyone.'
I couldn't possibly. I-I can see that now.
But I don't really have to, you know?
That's not all it is for me.
[engine rumbling]
What the hell are you doing?
Get off my damn property.
'I told you if I come back, we were gonna have a problem.'
Leave it off.
I'm gonna bust your ass for this.
You want to go to jail?
You're that cop. My brother told me.
He didn't tell you enough.
'We're not growing pot, idiot.'
'They shut our power, 'cause we missed two payments.'
'We're running that to cook and keep our lights on.'
Is that a crime now?
Yeah. It's a noise violation.
You're keeping my wife up.
Tell her to shut her windows.
'Shut up out there!'
- 'Fucking pig.' - What did you just say?
You heard me.
'Being a cop doesn't make you any less of an asshole.'
[police siren blaring]
Police! Let me see your hands!
Let me see your hands!
'Stop!'
'Turn around slowly.
[helicopter hovering]
'Let me see your hands.'
[gun firing]
Clear that gun.
'Weapon secure.'
Alright, hey, let's get an R.A.
'Hey, this guy's a cop. This is John Cooper.'
'Get an R.A. Hurry up.'
'Come on, man, stay with me. Come on.'
'Come on. Stay with me.'
'Keep breathing. Come on, buddy.'
[helicopter hovering]
[theme music]