01x05 - Not Your Savior

[bunniefuu]

[Diaz] Previously on On Call

You gotta trust me

on this. He's here.

- I can't have you uncertain.

- I'm 100% with you.

[g*n shot]

Go, go, go!

We got a task force dedicated

to working Delgado's m*rder

and a patrol cop got lucky?

Did you consider taking a shot? I

don't think I could've held back.

No.

I did right by Delgado.

["Heart of Hearts" by

Grace McKagan playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Look at these people.

- [car horn honks]

- Dude!

- Yo! Let's go!

- Chill!

Kids, man, they got

no self-awareness.

They're your generation.

Uh-uh.

No, whatever they are,

I ain't a part of it.

Ooh.

You're in a mood.

Didn't you get any

rest on your days off?

I helped someone move.

You get time off and

you help someone move?

Girlfriend.

Technically, now ex-girlfriend.

She moved out.

Do tell.

She wasn't a fan

of the long hours.

She kept saying I was distant.

- So you dumped her?

- Other way around.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

How about you?

Hmm?

You seeing someone?

Me? [laughing] God no.

No. I am still

basking in my divorce.

Who was he?

If, you know if you

don't mind me asking.

A cop.

LAPD. Worked 77th.

What happened?

We

just got tired of

each other's bullshit.

Fair enough.

[chatter over police radio]

You good?

- With?

- What went down.

The sh**ting.

Man, I was.

Until you completely

f*cked with my vibe.

- [chuckles] Oh. Okay.

- All right? Yeah.

- So maybe you can go backwards

- All right, Jesus

do a little rewind, unfuck it

- Unfuck it?

- And we can get along with our day.

- All right?

- All right.

[laughs]

Do you mind if we make a

stop? I gotta see someone.

What, you can't call them?

[sighs] It's my mom.

All right.

Let's go meet your mama.

- [construction sounds]

- [indistinct shouting]

- Oh, is that her?

- Yeah. I'll be quick.

Hang on. I'm coming with.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not a good idea.

What? Don't be rude. Come on.

- I asked you to come alone.

- Yeah. I know. I told you I was working.

Hi, I'm your son's training

officer, Traci Harmon.

I need to talk to my son.

Ma.

Por favor, show some respect.

When have they respected us?

That's okay. I'll

go wait by the car.

Hey, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

- Did he tell you about his brother?

Y'all took his future away.

It was nice meeting you, ma'am.

What's your problem?

[in Spanish] You know

exactly what my problem is.

Por favor, [in English] don't

start with that sh*t, okay?

Have you talked to him?

Who, Gabe? No. He hasn't

spoken to me. Why?

Your cousin Eddy

came by the house.

He said Gabriel has

a hit on his head.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean a hit?

Alex.

They want to k*ll him because

of you. And whatever you did.

What do you mean "what I did"?

What are you talking about?

He said that you

pissed off East Barrio.

Oh, f*ck.

[in Spanish] I told you

this sh*t would happen.

[in English] Okay, okay. I'll

find out what's happening.

Whatever you did, you

need to f*cking undo it.

Do not let anything

happen to him.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah. All good.

Sorry about that.

I'm sure she's lovely.

Look, my mom's got a problem with

cops. Okay? It's not personal.

Ah, it's okay. Don't

worry, I get it.

[dispatch] Any available units

415 at 3306 E. Conant Street.

Charlie-85, show us responding from

17th and Canal. Six-minute ETA.

You sure you're good?

- Yeah. Hit it.

- Okay.

Mark!

Mark!

Mark!

Charlie-85, 97.

Mark?!

Ma'am? Ma'am!

Hey, are you the

one that called?

I'm trying to get my daughter

back from my ex-husband.

Your kid's inside?

Her school called. He

never dropped her off.

Okay. What's your name?

Tina.

- Tina, what's her name?

- Her name is Abby.

She's ten years-old.

We're supposed to have joint

custody, but he's two days past.

What makes you

think Abby's inside?

I use an app to track her phone.

And Mark doesn't have a job, so

he's got no place else to be.

- Mark's your ex?

- Yeah. For good reason. Mark!

Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa.

Easy, easy. Hey.

Let's just give a little

bit of space, okay?

Do me a favor, go wait by my

partner. I'm gonna help you. Okay?

Long Beach Police! Open up!

- He's probably getting high.

- Long Beach Police! Open up!

May I help you?

Where's my daughter?

Just back up, okay?

Do you know her?

She's his latest girlfriend.

Sorry Officer, she does this all

the time. Won't leave us alone.

Can you get her

off the property?

- You are a f*cking liar!

- [Harmon] Hey, just

- Take her for a walk.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- I want to see my kid!

- Is her daughter inside?

Yeah. Abby's lying down.

She's not feeling well.

Oh, poor thing. You

mind if I see her?

We don't know what it is. I

mean could be contagious.

Yeah, well, so could Tina.

Let's just put everybody's minds

at ease. All right? I'll be quick.

You can't just come in here.

It's a violation of our rights.

Actually, I can.

And I'm going to, whether

you like me to or not.

So why don't you open up this door, or

I'm gonna charge you with obstruction.

Thanks.

[horror movie playing loudly]

Leave it.

I'm gonna make some

coffee. Would you like

Why don't you stay put?

Where's Abby's room?

Stop. Just tell me.

Around the corner at

the end of the hall.

Been so busy. Haven't

had time to clean.

That's weird.

Maybe she went out for

ice cream with Mark.

I thought you said she was sick.

What little girl's too

sick for ice cream?

Charlie-85 requesting additional

units to 3306 E. Conant Street.

Possible missing child.

- Missing?

- Abby? You here?

Abby?

Abby?

Outside. Now.

Charlie-97 on scene.

Hey, what's going on?

- [Tina] Where's Abby?

- Keep them separated.

Diaz, with me.

What's happening?

What's going on?

Where is she? What

did you do to her?

Where is my daughter? Where

is my no! Just talk to me!

Just tell me what's going

on! I have a right to know

what is going on

with my daughter!

[dog barking in distance]

[man speaking

indistinctly inside]

Long Beach Police!

What the f*ck?!

Get your hands where

I can see them!

- Now! Hands up!

- Whoa, wait. It's not what you think.

Diaz, get them out of here.

- [Diaz] Now!

- I'm her father. I would never hurt her.

Get the f*ck out, okay?

- Sweetie? Abby?

- [Diaz] All right, let's go!

Go, get the f*ck out!

Charlie-85, I need paramedics

over at 3306 E. Conant Street.

- Hey, Abby. Sweetie.

- [moaning]

Are you okay?

Daddy was saving me.

[Tina] No one will tell

me what's happening.

- What were they doing to her back there?

- We're doing everything we can.

Oh my God! Sweetie!

- Paramedics will be here any second, okay?

- Oh my God.

Come on. Right this way, ma'am.

[sirens wailing]

You call yourself a father?

What the f*ck was that?

- She's possessed.

- Possessed?

Yeah. Throwing tantrums

and acting out.

- I was trying to help her.

- Looked more like t*rture to me.

I've done hundreds of

exorcisms. It's perfectly safe.

Jesus. That's what that was?

She's overcome with lust demons.

She got it from her phone.

All that sh*t warps her

mind and makes her act out.

She's ten, you as*h*le.

And her home life's a mess.

She needs to be

exorcised from you.

- Take them to booking for child abuse.

- Yes, ma'am.

Don't forget the Stepford

Wife. She goes, too.

[breathing heavily]

Hey. Get an IV started.

I'm coming right back.

- Is she gonna be okay?

- Yeah.

She just needs fluids

more than anything.

Yeah, and a lifetime of therapy.

Traci, you got a sec?

No. Not really.

I've been trying to call you.

I thought we agreed we were

gonna give me some space.

It's not about us.

I found your sister.

I don't remember

asking you to look.

I saw her on a call.

Where?

Junipero Beach.

You sure that it was her?

Yeah, unless the woman who crashed

your place the last time I slept over

has a look-alike, I'm positive.

You should go talk to her.

I've tried that, all

right? She's a lost cause.

Yeah, but she's your sister.

Do you know what happened the

last time I brought her home?

She stole the wedding ring

our dead father gave my mother

and she pawned it for

a bag of f*cking meth.

Look, I appreciate what

you're trying to do here,

but there's a laundry list

of sh*t that she's done.

It's wrecked my mom. And me.

- Rolland, you got this?

- I got it.

Diaz!

[sighs]

You've been checking your phone

non-stop since we saw your mom.

Do you want to

tell me what's up?

It's my brother, man.

Your brother, what?

My mom said he's got a

green light on him inside.

Over some g*ng beef?

Over what we did.

Grabbing Maniac.

Hey, um, that guy we

went to see the other day

at El Toro, who was he?

- Why?

- Well, maybe he can help us.

- Maybe I can talk to him

- No, man, that bridge is burned.

Straighten the whole thing out. He's

gotta have some juice with El Barrio.

Run that BMW. They've

been driving erratically.

Look, I have a friend

in the D.A.'s office.

He could get your brother

into protective custody.

f*ck that, man. Clean.

What? Why "f*ck that"?

My brother goes into protective

custody, his whole life's over.

Yeah. It sounds like it's

already headed that way.

Just what's up with this guy? Look

at him, he keeps on slowing down.

- You don't get it, man.

- What?

This life's all

my brother knows.

I mean, people who go

into P.C. are like

they're like defectors.

Okay. But you know that's

some prison code bullshit.

Yeah. To you, maybe.

Not to him.

[cars honking]

- Whoa, whoa!

- Jesus! Here we go.

[sirens wailing]

Charlie-85, be advised we're on a

traffic on West 14th and Oregon.

[Harmon on bullhorn] Driver,

pull over into this parking lot.

f*cking as*h*le, man.

Sir, can you roll

down the window?

Window.

Oh. Sorry about that back there.

I thought it was yellow.

What's going on? Where

are you coming from?

I got hungry before my surgery.

I saw a commercial.

Six tacos for two bucks.

Today only.

What hospital?

[man] Uh

I don't remember.

How about your name?

Do you remember that?

Lawrence.

You realize you almost just

caused a major accident, Lawrence?

Oh. I'm sorry, Officer, really.

Really.

Okay. Why don't you turn off

the vehicle and step out?

Yeah. You can just put

the tacos right there.

- All right?

- Yeah.

Do you get okay, sir.

It's okay, sir. Stand up.

You can just show

me your wristband.

Thank you.

Twenty milligrams of diazepam.

[sighs] Benzos.

Am I under arrest?

No. But we do need to get you

back to the hospital, okay?

How did you get out?

I just got up and walked out.

Amazing.

[phone buzzing]

- It's my brother.

- Yeah. Go. I got him.

Why don't you go ahead and give me

the keys and take a seat in your car.

Ha-ha! Look at the

boy in uniform!

Yo, I've been

texting you all day.

Ah, man, some pendejos

jumped a guard, bro.

We've been on lockdown all day.

You okay?

Si, I'm good. Good.

That's not what Mom says, man.

f*cking Eddy, man. I

told him not to say sh*t.

f*ck. So it's true, huh?

East Barrio put a hit on you.

Yeah. But don't trip, all

right? It is what it is.

Hey, look, um I'm

gonna fix it, okay?

No, no, no. Don't do

nothing stupid, okay?

You got something good going.

- Mom was right.

- Nah. Hey, hey.

What'd I say when you asked me if I was

down for you to go to the Academy, huh?

What'd I say?

You said, "Do it."

Mm-hmm. Yeah. You

know why I said that?

Because you braver than me.

You always been.

I'm I'm proud of

you. [speaking Spanish]

I can get you moved.

Nah. No, no, no,

no. That ain't it.

- That ain't it, okay?

- Gabe

- This sh*t's on me.

- Gabe, come on, bro.

- [alarm blaring]

- [commotion]

sh*t, they're checking

cells. I gotta go, bro.

Promise me you

won't do anything.

Hey, hey, hey. Gabe,

Gabe. Wait, wait, wait.

Gabe.

f*ck.

Charlie-85, can I get an ETA for a

tow truck for this guy's vehicle?

[dispatch] Ten

minutes, Charlie-85.

They said that sh*t

ten minutes ago. Copy.

Hey.

What's happening? Is he okay?

Look, I

I need to talk to your

guy at El Toro, okay?

Dude, I told you

that's not happening.

He's a shot-caller right?

You said that he's got

juice with East Barrio.

Yeah, and that relationship ended

the minute we put cuffs on Maniac.

Please. Okay, look, they

want to k*ll my brother.

I told you we can protect him.

Well, he's not doing

protective custody!

All right, well, we're not going back

to Smokey, so find another angle!

That's some f*cking nerve, man.

- What?

- I see it now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What did you just say?

I said I see why people

talk sh*t about you.

I see it.

Yeah? Why?

"Can't trust her."

"Doesn't have your back."

That's what they say? You've

got some f*cking ba*ls.

You got my brother

in this situation.

Me? No, we got him

into this situation.

You don't remember? I gave you

an out before we hit that motel.

[sighs]

Look

Smokey is a stone-cold

k*ller, all right?

We go back to him, your

mother could be down two sons.

Okay, so what? So I'm

supposed to just do nothing?

No. I offered you my help, but

you're too bullheaded to take it.

[argument in distance]

What?

[indistinct shouting]

Jesus. Is there something

in the f*cking air today?

Charlie-85, we got a 415 in

progress. 14th and Oregon.

Sean, I can't f*cking

take this anymore!

Take what? What am I doing now?

- You need help. Yes, you do.

- I don't need help. I need you.

[Sean] What the hell

are you talking about?

I can't do this anymore!

I can't have my son growing

up around this toxic sh*t!

Okay! Okay! Hey! Hey!

What's the issue?

I'm just having a

conversation with my wife.

He's f*cking bipolar. He keeps

threatening to k*ll himself

- if I leave his a*s.

- I never said that!

Let's just calm down.

Everybody's gonna calm down.

He keeps talking about k*lling

himself in front of our son.

Sir, do you need to

speak with someone?

No. No, she's the problem, okay?

She's smoking weed day and

night. You're never around!

- f*ck you!

- [Harmon] Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Let's just give her some space.

- Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hands! Hands!

- Show me your hands!

- He ain't got sh*t on him!

Nobody's in trouble, all right?

Nobody's in trouble. We

just need to see your hands.

No, no. f*ck you. f*ck

you. Just sh**t me, okay?

- Nobody is sh**ting anyone.

- [Sean] That's what you guys do, right?

- Don't sh**t him! Please!

- [Sean] Just f*cking sh**t me!

- Ma'am, back up. Back up! Back up!

- Sean, please.

Our son is watching. Take your

hands out of your pockets.

[Diaz] Come on, man. Just take

your hands out of your pocket.

- Sean, please!

- [bystander] Don't sh**t him!

- Okay, look.

- [Portia] Listen to them!

Sean, I'm gonna lower my weapon.

We're gonna lower our weapons.

You're gonna remove your hands

from your jacket, okay? Same time.

Okay?

- I got it.

- Okay.

We're gonna lower our weapons.

You're gonna remove your hands, man.

That's it. That's it.

Come on. Yeah. Okay.

That's it, okay?

- We're good. Yeah.

- We're good.

- Hey, we're good.

- We're good.

- Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- [Portia screams]

[shouting and screaming]

Sean! No, no, no, no!

Back up! Back up!

Y'all wanted some action,

huh? Here's your action.

- [Portia] No!

- Here it is.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- No! Do not fire! Do not fire!

Look at me! Look at me!

- I need all traffic on Pacific shut down.

- Let's have a conversation. Let's talk.

I need less-lethal ASAP.

I ain't got sh*t

to say to you, man.

That's fine. I'll

talk. Okay? I'll talk.

[Harmon] Let him talk, okay?

Sean, look, I'm

I'm having a pretty

f*cked up day, too, man.

It seems like every

choice I've made

every single one has

been the wrong choice.

I pissed off my mom.

I put a target on my

brother, I mean

My girlfriend even moved out, man.

I mean she even took the f*cking TV.

- [Sean grunts -

Okay, okay. Okay.

Okay.

Sean.

Look at you, man.

Brother, look at yourself.

Okay? You ain't got it so bad.

You've got a wife who cares.

You've got a son. Okay? A

son who looks up to you.

Okay? Look at your son.

- That's your baby boy.

- [whining]

[sobbing]

Your family needs you, man.

They need you.

Just end this peacefully, man.

Come on. That's it.

That's it, brother.

That's it, dude.

Come on. That's it.

That's it.

I'm so sorry.

- Sean.

- That's okay, man.

Look, brother, you don't have

to apologize to me, brother.

I hear you. Okay?

You two deserve better.

- [shouting and screaming]

- [Diaz] No!

What the f*ck!

Okay, come on, buddy.

It's okay, he's

getting your baby.

Come on, come on.

[Sean screaming]

Diaz!

[wailing]

[Portia and baby crying]

[Diaz] It's okay. It's okay.

Hey. Are you gonna be all right?

Nah, man, I keep thinking

what if we didn't

What if we didn't walk

over and just let them be?

Well, then it probably would've

ended in a m*rder-suicide.

Right. Right. And then maybe

Or maybe they go on their way,

and that kid's poor father isn't

on a f*cking ventilator, man.

He is alive, okay?

And there's a very good chance

that he's going to survive.

That family was going to suffer a much

worse fate if you hadn't intervened.

Trust me.

We think we know what this

job is when we first come on.

But it's not ever really ever clear

to us until we get that one call.

And for me, that call was an

infant who stopped breathing.

And no matter what I did, I

could not resuscitate her.

She died?

Yeah.

As hard as these calls are,

they pull at us like gravity

and they bring everything

else into focus.

Those rumors that

you heard about me

- Forget it. Okay, I

- No. No.

A little bit over a year ago, Lasman's

partner went too hard on a suspect.

I pulled him off,

and he shoved me.

It wasn't a big deal,

but he was fired for it.

And the people who tried to

cover it up were let go, too.

Lasman lost his promotion to Lieutenant,

and it went to Bishop instead.

And he and couple of

other people blame me.

But the truth is I never

even filed a complaint.

IA sealed the investigation,

so people are gonna think

what they're gonna think.

But if you ever question

my integrity again,

we're gonna have

a f*cking problem.

[Diaz] Next on On Call

I talk. You keep your eyes open.

What do we got to

do to call it off?

You know the rules.

Your brother's sh*t out of luck.

Looking for the Sherriff.

Over there.

Don't worry, it's

just my little sister.

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