01x07 - w*r Machine

[bunniefuu]

[Harmon] Previously

on On Call

[g*nsh*t]

Guy who owns this place is a

heavyweight with East Barrio.

Is Maniac in Mexico?

Stop looking.

What's going on

with your brother?

Gabriel has a hit on his head.

Over what we did.

[Harmon breathing heavily]

Grabbing Maniac.

You grew up around this sh*t.

You know the rules.

[indistinct shouting]

I had an idea

about your brother.

We move him to a

different facility.

[ominous music playing]

[Harmon] We wanted

you to see this first

so you know your daughter

will never be forgotten.

[Michael] Thank you for

all you've done. For us.

And for her.

[Claudia] She really loved

wearing that uniform.

She was the best of us.

- [kids giggling]

- Hey, come on, girls. Come on, come on.

Hey, girls, how'd

you like the station?

Now that we've seen it, I think

it's time we make it official.

What do you say?

One for you

and one for your sister.

And now you can

fight the bad guys.

Like Mommy?

Hey, sorry, Diaz. You

got a visitor outside.

Excuse me, girls.

Hey. You don't answer

my calls, cabrón?

Been jammed up here.

Come on, mijito. She's

been worried sick.

I went to visit Gabriel,

and he's been moved.

They won't say where.

He's safe.

I got him transferred

to another facility.

You're not gonna tell me where?

I can't, Ma. It's for

his own protection.

You should've talked to your

mom before you did that.

Oye, pendejo, this

doesn't concern you.

Oh, yeah?

Hey. Is everything okay?

I know Alex doesn't have the

power to move his brother.

Was it you?

It was a Hail Mary to

keep your son alive.

All right? So if you wanna

be angry, be angry with me.

Thank you.

[dispatch] 211 just occurred

at 263 East Park Street.

One unit at the scene,

requesting additional units.

Charlie-85, six minute ETA.

You raised him right.

You should be proud.

Come on.

Ma, go home. I promise

I'll come see you later.

Jesus. I thought this

place was untouchable.

Meaning?

It's Smokey's.

They let a convicted

felon sell weed?

[Harmon] Yeah. There's a

lot that they let him do.

[ominous music playing]

[EMS chatter]

Got one for ya knock, knock.

Who's there?

Three crazy f*ck in hockey

masks knocking off a safe.

[Harmon] Hilarious.

[Barlowe] They came in fast and heavy.

In and out in under five minutes.

We're setting up a containment

because an eyewitness

thinks that one of the

offenders is still in the area.

[Harmon] How much

weed did they take?

[Barlowe] Supposedly

none. Just cash.

So we can rule out

Cheech & Chong.

And the kid outside

what? Collateral damage?

Bad guys and rent-a-cop

exchanged shots.

Kid caught a stray.

It ain't lookin' good.

Hey. Hi.

I'm Officer Harmon. Are

you okay? Are you injured?

It's Malcolm's blood.

I tried to help him before the

paramedics came, but [sobbing]

That was really brave of you.

Hey, you know what I like

to do when I'm worked up?

I breathe like this. Here,

put your feet on the ground.

That's perfect.

I just like to breathe.

Okay? Like this

In like a wave crashing

in. [breathes in]

And settling as it goes

back out. [breathes out]

I thought they were

going to k*ll us.

They just came in sh**ting.

These guys in masks?

Did you recognize their voices?

No, but

they sounded familiar.

Familiar like how?

Like from the hood.

Was there anything

else that stands out?

Yeah. The safe.

Why?

They knew exactly where it was.

f*cking mooks probably

used a homemade jam shot.

Burned up all the cash.

What's a jam shot?

A little expl*sive. A crude mix

of sh*t, mostly nitroglycerin.

This is feeling like an inside job.

Do we have access to the cameras?

Receptionist said all the

footage is on the cloud.

The manager's the only

one with access to it.

Where is he?

Vegas.

[scoffs] Fantastic.

[dispatch] Unit to clear and handle

a 211 res now at 130 Palm Avenue.

Female victim's reporting

three armed males wearing masks

forced entry and

may still be inside.

Go. I got two units and detectives

on the way. Keep me posted.

Diaz.

Charlie-85, five minute ETA.

[sirens wailing]

Charlie-85, 10-97

at 130 Palm Ave.

[Leona] Those m*therf*ckers!

[Harmon] Ma'am, you're okay.

Slow down, slow down.

Are they still here?

[crying] No. They're gone.

[Harmon] Slow down,

slow down. They're gone?

I need you to lay on your back.

Lay on your back. I got you.

- Diaz, go check it out.

- [Diaz] Copy.

[crying, whimpering]

Lay back for me. Is there any

other family in the house?

Lay back.

No, it's just me. My

dad is on his way.

Okay. All right,

lay back for me.

Lay back for me.

I got your head.

I need you to lay down, okay?

Charlie-85, suspects are G.O.A.

Unknown direction of travel.

Requesting EMS. I got a

female victim of as*ault.

She's got a head injury, but

she's alert and responsive.

What's your name? Lay

back. What's your name?

- Leona.

- Leona. Okay.

Come here, Leona. Hey,

you're doing a great job.

- [sirens wailing]

- See? Help is on the way.

Just need you to hang in

there, okay? You're doing good.

- We Code 4?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're Code 4.

But man, you gotta see this.

Go, go, go help. I'll wait

for EMS. Go. Go. Move.

Okay. Hey, I got you.

I got you. Hey, look at me.

[Harmon] Hidden wall safe?

[Diaz] Had to be.

[Harmon] God

Two consecutive hits

in one afternoon.

It gets better.

[ominous music plays]

Could you ID any of the

men who attacked you?

They were wearing masks.

I know. But weight,

height, age?

Anything that we can

put out over the radio?

No. I don't know. It all

just happened so fast.

Okay. Wait.

- Just give me a minute.

- Yeah.

Hey

I know your dad.

Okay? I've helped him

out of a jam or two.

So you can talk to me.

If you know my dad,

you know that I

can't talk to you.

Okay. Yeah, take her.

Go ahead. Thank you.

Hey

give it a shot.

[Lasman] What do you got?

They saw three males dressed

head to toe in all black

carrying a safe

out of the house.

Middle of the day? Takes

some f*cking ba*ls.

Yeah. Said they loaded it into

the back of an SUV and sped off.

Plates? Color? Make? Model?

Nope. Just full-sized

SUV. Maybe a Tahoe.

[Lasman] All right, keep knocking.

Canvas the whole neighborhood.

You don't rip a safe out of the wall

without attracting some attention.

- Go.

- Yes, sir.

This has to be L.B. Flores

making a move on Smokey.

No. This isn't a rival g*ng.

This is an insurrection.

In East Barrio?

Yeah. It's a power grab.

I mean, you really think

somebody outside his own crew

had knowledge of both safes?

Hold on, are you guessing here?

Or you know something I don't?

I went to see Smokey.

[phone buzzing]

Uh, hold on, ma'am, please.

And?

And the bosses are pissed at

him for not protecting Maniac.

They're sending a message.

[Diaz] Hey, can I

get two minutes?

- Yeah.

- [Diaz] Thanks, man.

[speaking Spanish]

[interrupts in Spanish]

Just because you can speak some

pocho Spanish doesn't make us homies.

Pocho?

Damn, that hurts.

My mom, she used to tease me and

my brother by calling us that.

So I'm not wrong then.

Ouch.

Leona, the men who

did this to you

are they connected

to your father?

I don't know.

You're gonna have to ask him.

- [tires screeching]

- No! No! What are you doing?!

Hey, get her out of here, okay?

[Smokey] Leona! Leona!

- [sirens wailing]

- Leona!

Hey! Hey!

Okay, we got her.

She's safe. We got her.

I wanna see my daughter! What

hospital is he taking her to?

Hey, you need to talk to us.

Talk to you?

That's what started this sh*t.

Then help me end it. I

know you know who did this.

What, you think I'm gonna

f*cking press charges?

- Come on.

- [Diaz] Chale.

Not so easy having a

target on you, is it?

Diaz.

Put a target on my brother, now

your sh*t's coming full circle, huh?

You better yank his leash.

Yeah. I guess you reap

what you sow, huh?

- Hey, that's enough!

- Hey, Diaz! Diaz, take a walk.

Go!

What are you guys looking

at? Let's get back to work.

[officer] Okay, let's go.

That little boy that caught a

b*llet outside your dispensary?

Just got word he

flatlined. He was seven.

My prayers go out to his family.

Your prayers don't mean sh*t.

That could've been

your daughter.

You don't think I know that?

Look at me, huh?

Let's put whatever bullshit

we have between us aside,

and let's get these assholes.

You protect your family.

I'll protect mine.

Smokey, don't make this worse.

- Come on.

- No, no, no.

We got nothing to hold him on.

I got a better angle.

Stage-two tactical alert. We go

full-court press on East Barrio.

- Whoa, whoa. Tactical alert?

- Yeah.

We serve warrants on every documented

member in the neighborhood.

They want to fight each other?

Let 'em do it in our lock-up.

Don't we need the Watch

Commander to sign off on that?

Who do you think just called me?

Sir, all due respect, this

feels like a major overstep.

Oh, yeah?

You think it feels like an overstep

to the parents of that little boy?

I hurt just as bad

as you do, all right?

But instead of going scorched

earth, let's be surgical about this.

Let's find out who

did it, target them.

- Not the whole neighborhood.

- Harmon, Harmon, Harmon. Look

when you wear the stripes,

you make the calls.

Until then, grab your rookie,

head back to the station.

I'm calling in every division.

[car door shuts, engine starts]

[Lasman] All right,

everybody listen up.

Tonight's an

opportunity to act fast.

No bullshit policy or red tape.

We put these m*therf*ckers

in check the way we used to.

We're going zero

tolerance on East Barrio.

We want every banger

possible locked up.

If there's an outstanding warrant,

parole violation hook 'em up.

I wanna see lock-up

full tonight.

Some of you already have

specific assignments.

Everyone else, get

with a team to assist.

If you do not want to

assist, that's fine.

Just stay out of the way.

Lieutenant.

Let me be crystal clear

this isn't a retribution

tour for Officer Delgado.

This is about preventing

more bloodshed.

Use good judgment.

All right, everybody,

let's go put in some work.

[excited chatter]

Ma'am, if I may what are

we trying to accomplish here?

We're being proactive.

We are kicking

the hornet's nest.

You heard the sergeant.

You can sit this out.

[Diaz] No, ma'am, we're good.

Well, then there's

nothing else to say.

Go execute warrants.

[dramatic music playing]

What was that?

I expect you to have my back.

East Barrio put a

hit on my brother.

f*ck them.

Tactical alert

accomplishes nothing.

Everyone who's arrested tonight

will be out by tomorrow.

It sends a message.

You sound like Lasman.

Yeah? You sound like you don't

know what side you're on.

You have three seconds

to take that back.

[sighs] I just want

to nail Smokey.

Yeah. Like I don't?

What did you get

out of his daughter?

Nothing. Smokey showed up before

I was able to get anything.

But you think she'd talk to you?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

If we can find out

who attacked her

maybe we can contain this.

What are you doing

here, pocho cop?

[chuckles] I'm never

gonna live that down, huh?

How are you?

My head feels like

a split papaya.

Nah, it ain't too bad.

You're being nice.

Why a lion?

My dad always called

me his lioness.

You seem too sweet.

You don't know me yet.

My mom

she always told us to never

trust cops, so I get it.

But your dad might not

make it out of this.

Leona, he's gonna k*ll

whoever did this to you

- if they don't k*ll him first.

- I know.

Then tell me their names.

Come on.

What if they come back?

Then I

will be here for you before

you put down the phone.

Jesus, what were you doing

in there? Serenading her?

She gave one of them up.

Guy's name is Edgar

Torres, a.k.a. El Oso.

He was muscle for Smokey.

She say where he stays?

Yeah. 20th and Lacme.

House with the white fence.

Jesus. If she knows

that, so does Smokey.

[ominous music playing]

Charlie-85, show us at 1540

East 20th Street. Welfare check.

[Harmon] Police!

Show me your hands!

[soccer game sounds on TV]

Harmon!

[sputters, moans]

Hey, he's got a pulse!

[Harmon] Charlie-85, roll EMS

over to 1540 East 20th Street.

We've got two victims,

multiple g*nsh*t wounds.

Send me Homicide and a

supervisor. One D.O.A.

Go get a towel. We need

to staunch the bleeding.

Help is on the way,

okay? Just stay with me.

I've got you. Help is on the way.

I just need you to stay with me.

[grunts, coughs]

I need you to tell

me was it Smokey?

[sputtering, gargling]

Pour into me, Lord, your spirit.

[Harmon] Edgar, was this Smokey?

Edgar!

[Harmon panting]

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on.

[sighs] f*ck.

Assuming those two are both part

of the crew that hit Smokey,

number three's probably a

dead man walking already.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Should we put a

BOLO out for Smokey?

Who's gonna finger him

for this double homicide?

We got no witnesses or evidence.

Maybe we just sit back then.

Let them take each other out.

Remember this

it doesn't matter who

they were yesterday.

Today, they're our victims.

[dispatch] Need additional units

to respond to MacArthur Park

for a g*ng fight and multiple East

Barrio members being detained.

[officer 1]

Charlie-91, I'm on it.

[dispatch] West Division

units be advised

South Division has several g*ng

members detained on the Metro platform

off the boulevard.

Need assist.

[officer 2] Charlie-99,

show us out there.

What do you want to do?

First, we wait for detectives.

Then, we see what

that's all about.

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct shouting]

- Hey, man!

- Give me your hands!

Hey, what you doin', man?

[grunts]

Hey, get off me, bro!

Get the f*ck off me!

What are you doing?

Where are you taking him?

He didn't do anything!

What do you think you're doing?

[grunting]

[indistinct shouting]

[dramatic music playing]

[Harmon] There's your message.

Sent and received.

Do you realize what you've done?

What? Taking violent

offenders off the street?

Yeah. At the price of destroying

what little trust we've built.

Oh, yeah? Well, which would you

rather have trust or safety?

I put 12 years into this community,

all right? It's not either-or.

You put in 12 years?

I was born and raised not five blocks

from where that kid was k*lled.

My mother still lives

there. My roots run deep.

You don't think

I've got roots here?

Harmon, your Long Beach and my

Long Beach ain't the same thing.

If you don't know that by now, we

got nothing left to talk about.

Then you should know better than

anyone. This sh*t doesn't work.

So what do you think?

You've lived what I've lived

and you have all the answers?

Sir, no. I do not have

the answers, all right?

But I know what we've done

here today it isn't it.

You know what?

It's a start.

This is not a f*cking

start! This is

[Diaz] Hey. Come on.

[Diaz] Listen, it's

been a long night.

Tac alert's over. Let's

grab a beer or something.

It's over?

We're gonna be dealing with the

fallout for God knows how f*cking long!

I get it, okay? I get

it. You were right.

This didn't solve anything.

We have got to be better.

That's what I've been trying to teach

you. Do you understand that now?

Yeah. A hundred percent.

Hey, kid. Give us a minute.

You've got some stones going

toe-to-toe with Lasman.

I just I don't know

what the f*ck we're doing.

The best we can.

Got something that

will cheer you up.

Good luck with that.

Actually, luck is we got a

bird whistling in our ears.

Singing a song that's

gonna hand us Smokey.

On the murders?

Dope. Enough to bury him.

You in?

f*ck yeah.

[Harmon] Next on On Call

Smokey's a person of

interest in a double homicide

and a marked man

by his own crew,

and you think he's still

here in Long Beach?

He's got 50 keys of China

Fire coming in tonight.

We have multiple

armed offenders.

Everyone move in.

I repeat, move in.

- [automatic g*nf*re]

- Shots fired! Shots fired!

[sirens wailing]

[theme music playing]