[police radio chatter]
[police radio continues]
[helicopter buzzing]
4-Charlie-92.
Show me out of traffic at Anaheim and Oregon on the last plate.
[siren squawks]
[police radio chatter]
Hey. Look who it is.
What's up, Officer Delgado?
You back on good paper already?
Yeah, been off probation a month now. You know, I'm stayin' low.
Do me a favor. Keep your hands where I can see them and turn the car off.
I do something wrong?
This your ride?
Es de mi papa.
He know his tags are expired?
Shit. He didn't say anything to me about that.
[moaning]
You been partying? What's up with her?
No, she's just tired. You know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, yeah? You cruisin' Millikan High for dates now?
Chale, why you gotta mess with me like that?
Seriously, man, how old is she?
All right, look, I'm gonna keep it straight with you. All right?
She ate a bunch of gummies, knocked her ass sideways.
I'm just trying to get her home safely. You know what I mean?
Wake her up and step out of the vehicle.
-Fuck, are you serious? -All three of you.
-Let's go. Nice and slow. -Man, this shit ain't right.
You just be pullin' people over for nothin' now.
Yo, is that thing on?
I want everyone to see how you're fuckin' with me.
Yo. I'm not gonna ask again. Out of the car. Now!
4-Charlie-92, requesting back--
[gunshots]
-[bystander] What the fuck?! -[tires screeching]
[whimpering]
[indistinct chatter]
[bystander] Zoom in, zoom in.
999. I'm hit. Officer down.
[dispatch] All units 999, 4-Charlie-92 at Anaheim and Oregon.
Charlie-92, your status?
[sputtering]
[police radio chatter]
-Hey. 'Morning. -Good morning.
[office chatter]
-[phones ringing] -Hi.
Excuse me.
Fucked up, right?
Insane.
Think something's off, wait for backup.
Field Training 101.
Command Staff's set up a GoFundMe for her family.
Rookies donate, too.
Make sure it's at least 200. Leave your names.
Yes, sir.
Let's see who hooks the bigger fish day one.
Sorry.
[exhales]
[indistinct chatter]
Uh, squad's ready.
Great.
Wiped everything down, checked it for contraband, filled the tank.
Checked the 12-gauge.
So you know, I'm big on effort. I have a low tolerance for people who bitch.
But if you give me effort, I can teach you the rest.
Got you.
Everyone, bring it in.
Listen up.
Gangs just ID'd Delgado's shooter.
Eddie Watson.
He and the piece-of-shit driver, Juan Cortez,
are still believed to be in the city but likely trying to flee.
Watson is a member of the East Barrio clique.
Street name, "Maniac." I'm not making that up.
Detectives are still trying to ID the female passenger.
We think she's a minor being trafficked,
which could've been motive for the shooting.
If you get eyes-- any one of you--
on either Watson or Cortez,
you do not engage alone.
Understood?
[all] Yes, ma'am.
[Bishop] I know we're all raw, but let's keep it in check.
We have a multi-agency task force looking for these motherfuckers.
That's their job.
Your job is business as usual.
Any questions?
Watch each others' backs. Let's get to work.
Harmon, hold up.
Just give me a sec.
[Alex] Yeah, copy.
You want me to give the rookie to Rolland?
There's no harm taking a few days riding solo.
I got him.
Okay, then.
Be safe.
All right. Let's go.
Academy taught you need four mags, right?
-Yeah. -You also need four in your bailout bag.
Let me get a look at you. Whoa, watch your back.
You forget to shine your belt?
Uh, no, ma'am.
Take the details seriously.
Polishing your boots and your belt shows you're taking the day seriously.
I'll do better, ma'am.
Okay. Oh, shoot, I forgot something. Can you put this in?
Yeah.
-Officer Harmon. -Oh. Diaz.
Now that we got that out of the way, you can stop calling me "ma'am."
-Yes, ma'am. Uh-- -Just "Harmon."
I give this to all my trainees day one.
"Get out of jail free" card.
And they've all used it?
So far, every single one.
Do you like Cambodian coffee, Diaz?
Yeah. I grew up on it.
Charlie-85, clear.
Look at that. We already have something in common.
[police radio chatter]
Rocket fuel.
-Gracias. -De nada.
So, how'd you do at the Academy?
Second in my class.
Out of how many?
-Three. -[laughs]
Well, I'm sure that really reaffirmed your career choice.
Mm.
It motivated me.
Where you from?
Just over the bridge. San Pedro.
Are you the only badge in your family?
Yeah.
How'd that go over?
-[Alex] Not too good. -[Traci] Mm.
My mom, she, uh-- she hates cops.
Everything cool?
Mm-hmm.
East Barrio hotspot.
Uh...
Hey, you want me to go inside and check it out?
Where are we?
Uh, where are we now?
One of them just shot me. Where are we?
-Uh, the Cambodian coffee truck. -That's mobile.
Yeah, it's the one on, um...
I'm bleeding out, for Christ's sake.
Yeah, I just... It's fine, um--
No. Get back in here. Shut the door.
What's the First Commandment?
Uh, First Commandment. Uh, know your use-of-force policies.
That's the Academy answer.
Out here, you need to know where you are at all times.
It's life and death.
-Got it. -Okay?
Yeah. Got it.
Staffing shortages means no more two-officer units.
You'll be out here on your own.
So study the beat maps of the area and know them like the back of your hand.
Understood?
Understood.
Oh, uh, we got a 273-5 at Ocean and 13th.
Code 3 response is needed.
[sighs] Okay.
-Let's stimulate our minds. -[engine starts]
[siren wailing]
Hey. Don't forget.
[body cams beeping]
[shouting within]
Keep him away from me!
-[shouting] -Calm down, calm down.
-Hey, asshole, I will tase you. -Okay. Dude. Hey! Hey!
Somebody tell me what's going on.
-He took my purse. -She's crazy. I didn't take shit.
Neighbors saw him beating on her after she refused to give him money.
That's bullshit! She doesn't have any money!
Okay. Just cuff him and get him out of here.
All right. Ma'am? Sit down. Sit down.
Charlie-85. I need EMS on location.
-I have a female with a head wound. -[crying]
-Ma'am, is that your son? -Yeah.
Can you go get me some ice or something from the freezer?
Ma'am, tell me-- hey, it's okay.
It's okay. Has he done this to you before?
You mean robbed me or beat me?
-Why would he rob you? -He wants money for dope.
Okay. Thank you.
It's all they had.
Put this over your eye until the paramedics get here.
Or until you get hungry.
[wincing]
[Traci] Okay. Ma'am, it's okay.
The good news is your son is gonna cool off in lockup tonight, all right?
No, no, no, no. We just had a little argument.
-Ma'am, he assaulted you. -Yeah. He's my boy.
He's a good kid. He just, you know, he got into...
when he gets in one of his moods, you know?
Believe me, I get it. But you can't enable him.
Handing him over to you is the answer? I don't think so.
It's not a suggestion.
Hey, don't come in here judging me like you're better than me, okay?
We're more than good, so you can leave.
Be a hero and get a statement.
Hey.
What's your name?
Ricky.
Answer me this, Ricky.
What kind of man hits his own mother?
You don't know shit.
Okay, tough guy.
The cop that was shot near here a few days ago--
do you know anything about that?
Not any more than you.
What about this guy?
You seen him around? Goes by "Maniac."
How about you arrest me on whatever bullshit charge you got?
Not like I won't be out in an hour anyways.
Next time we show up here,
you're gonna be leaving in the back of an ambulance instead of a cruiser.
And I am gonna personally make sure that it is for an attempted murder charge.
That's five-to-seven. You hear me, asshole?
[body cam beeps]
You get a statement?
She locked herself in the bathroom and won't come out.
Told you that bitch is crazy.
-She what? -Yeah. I tried talking to her,
but she just yelled at me and--
Didn't they teach you anything at the Academy?
-The camera goes off after enforcement. -I know. I know.
-I'm sorry. I forgot. -You forgot.
-Where? -Left.
-I didn't see anything inappropriate. -Yeah. You're not the only one watching.
Ma'am, open up. We are still conducting an investigation.
Ma'am.
Take the door.
Ow, fuck.
-Oh, fuck. -[Traci] Dispatch, where's that EMS?
[dispatch] EMS is en route.
[gasping]
Jesus.
I told you. We're good here.
We're Code-4.
[police radio chatter]
[chuckles]
So, um, you surf?
Do me a favor. Run that Ford.
Yeah.
Clean.
I saw the board in your Jeep, so I...
Yeah. Okay.
[Traci] That one.
Running plates takes luck and skill.
You need skill to know what you're looking for,
but luck determines what you're gonna get.
I'm sorry. What are we looking for?
East Barrio affiliations.
Um, okay.
Uh, well, no East Barrio or any other clique affiliations.
-Mm-hmm. -But...
the owner does have an active warrant out for driving on an expired license.
-Light 'em up. -Let's do it.
[siren squawks]
[hip-hop playing from car stereo]
[body cam beeps]
Sir, can I see your hands?
[music turns off]
License and registration, please.
Where you coming from?
Uh, Del Taco.
[Traci] Do you have anything in the vehicle I should know about?
[Tough Luck] Uh, no, Officer.
[Traci] Really? 'Cause if you're straight with me, this will go a lot easier.
I have, um-- I have a pipe in here.
[Traci] What kind of pipe?
Meth.
Is there meth in the car?
[Tough Luck] No. There's nothing. No drugs.
-[Traci] Okay. -I swear.
Okay. Keep your hands up. That's good.
Take a step out of the vehicle, please.
[Alex] Come on out. Turn around, please.
-Why'd you stop me? -Driving on an expired license.
My license isn't expired. Check it.
He's right.
[Traci] Is this your vehicle?
It's my brother's. I'm borrowing it.
Well, your brother's license is expired.
-Watch him, Diaz. -Yeah, I got him.
Hey.
Have you tried getting clean?
A bunch of times.
[Alex] Well, you got anyone that can help you?
Mom? Dad? Cousin?
My dad-- he's been, um, trying to get me into a program.
Yeah, he's clean. Put him in back for now.
[Alex] Turn around. Hands behind your back. Thank you.
All righty, come on.
All right, careful. Watch your head.
Get your gloves.
Split the car up into sections so we can be more methodical.
And remember, head on a swivel.
Yeah.
[Traci] Anything?
[Alex] He loves takeout.
[Traci] Who doesn't?
-[Alex] Ooh. -[Traci] What?
[Alex] Found something.
He was straight with us.
Cut him loose.
Look, could I talk to him first?
What are you? Dr. Phil?
Two minutes.
Step out of the vehicle, please.
See your pipe on the hood?
You know we can take you to jail for that, right?
You want to go to jail?
-No. -Okay.
All right.
Call your dad.
Right now.
I can't do that.
Listen, man. Look at me.
It's your only option here.
[Tough Luck] Hey, Dad, it's me.
I'm with the police, um...
Yeah.
No. I know.
Go ahead. Tell him.
Tell him you want help.
[sighs]
I want-- I want help.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, bye.
He, uh...
He wants me to come back home.
There you go.
See? Light at the end of the tunnel.
Okay.
I think we're good here.
Get your stuff, please. You can take the pipe or destroy it.
Your choice.
Most trainees would've handled that differently.
I think he might get clean.
Yeah. Keep that optimism as long as you can.
[helicopter whirring]
[police radio chatter]
And I am gonna personally make sure that it is for an attempted murder charge.
That's five-to-seven. You hear me, asshole?
You know what? You can hardly hear what you say to the guy.
[Traci] Shh. I brought you here for a reason.
This place is like my monastery.
Let it all go.
I'm just saying, you got nothing to worry about.
[chuckles] You've been on a whole six hours.
Already you know what I should and shouldn't be worried about?
Here. Take a look.
I don't need to. Report it.
I made a threat. That is misconduct, and I'm better than that.
You want me to rat you out?
I can't ask you to lie for me.
All right, look, you don't gotta be so by-the-book for my benefit.
Oh, fuck the book. It's got nothing to do with that.
I've got some people gunning for me. I don't want that coming off on you.
Well, I'm no snitch.
[dispatch] All units be advised--
APLR identified a green Mustang,
known associate of 187 of Officer Delgado.
Last observed southbound 700 block of E. Hill Street.
Any units to handle, identify.
Consider 187 suspect armed and dangerous.
[Traci] I think I know where they're headed.
Why are we here?
Dispatch had the vehicle heading south.
East Barrio's been moving into this area,
using some of the foreclosed homes as drop spots.
You want me to radio another unit?
You know, get some more eyes out here?
No. I wanna play this out first.
Shit. That's it. That's it.
Fuck. Fuck.
Charlie-85, I have eyes on a vehicle matching that description
moving eastbound down the 2200 block of Myrtle Avenue.
[dispatch] Copy, Charlie-85.
Be advised, do not engage until backup has arrived.
-Do you see a plate? -No. Fuck. Can't see around the van.
[Traci] Let me know when you can see it.
I have eyes on the license plate.
It is Tom-John-737.
[tires screeching]
Mustang is moving at a high rate of speed
northbound down the alleyway off of Myrtle Avenue.
[sirens wailing]
Come on, come on, come on.
[horn honks]
Move, move, move.
He's gonna fucking kill someone!
Jesus Christ!
Car, car, car!
[Traci] Yeah, yeah, yeah! I got it! I got it!
Fuck. Fuck!
[tires screeching]
Oh, shit!
Diaz, call EMS!
[Alex] Charlie-85, Charlie-85.
Get out of the car! Slow! Show me your fucking hands!
Whoa, freeze! Freeze!
[Alex] Hands! Hands!
[groaning]
-[Alex] Don't move! Hey! -[Traci] Hey!
-[Alex] Hey! -[Traci] Hey! Diaz! Diaz!
Diaz, stand down!
[Alex] Stop!
-Fuck! Fuck! -[groaning]
[Traci] Charlie-85, my partner's in foot pursuit.
I still have one in the car.
[grunting]
[panting]
[Traci on radio] Diaz, what's your 20?
Diaz, do you copy? What is your 20?
[panting]
Diaz, respond!
Hey! Let me see your fucking hands!
[panting]
[Traci on radio] Diaz, come in. Where are you?
Vacant home. Vacant home on the corner of Conley and Valley Drive.
Suspect's inside.
[Traci on radio] Copy. En route. Stand down until I get to you.
Hands! Let me see your hands!
What'd I do?
[gasps]
Okay. Did you clear the house?
-No, he's not here. He must've-- -Stop talking.
Charlie-85. Suspect fled on foot and is still outstanding.
Shit.
You aren't acting right.
Why the fuck wasn't he listening to his radio?
I am sick of your cowboy mentality.
Driver didn't make it.
K9 and air support can't find Maniac,
and Cortez is still out there, so we've got shit.
And when I clock out, I gotta explain to the watch commander
why I disobeyed orders and I almost got my trainee killed.
-Didn't you hear me say "stand down"? -Yes, I did.
But you said you were big on effort.
Yeah. I'm also big on IQ, all right? Entering alone is not smart.
What was I supposed to do, huh? Just let him get away?
You are not hearing me.
What did Lasman tell you earlier?
Sergeant Lasman?
Yes. You two were chopping it up in the motor pool. What did he say?
Is he the one gunning for you?
Answer my fucking question, huh?
What did he say to you? Did he tell you not to listen to me?
Did he fill your head with more of that warrior-mode bullshit?
He said Delgado was one of your trainees.
And that you'd take her murder the hardest.
I'm sorry. I-- I didn't want to say anything.
Okay? I'm trying to be respectful here.
Yes.
Yeah, she was one of my trainees.
She was lucky to have you.
What's the fastest you've ever gotten it back?
-Keep it. -No.
I'm not gonna need it.
You want to put money on that?
[dispatch] All units be advised-- 211 in progress at 2415 Pacific Avenue.
Charlie-85. Two minute ETA.
Clear your head. We still got half a shift to go.
[police radio chatter]
[sirens wailing]
[Traci] This season on On Call...
[panting]
[grunting]
-[Alex] You good? -[Traci] I was.
Until you completely fucked with my vibe.
-Oh, okay. -All right? Yeah.
Police! Open up!
[Traci] You need skill to know what you're looking for.
Luck determines what you're gonna get.
[Traci] Coming up, knocking people around was the norm.
It is imperative for you to be smarter and more strategic.
[indistinct shouting]
[grunting and groaning]
[Traci] Every move we make is under a microscope.
[Alex] You're holding me to some impossible standard.
No! No!
[Lasman] If we're gonna make any real difference,
we gotta learn how to stand shoulder-to-shoulder.
We only get one shot at this.
-[Alex] So what's the move? -Stay by my side.
[Traci] We think we know what this job is...
until we get that one call.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa! -[screaming]
-[Traci] Breathe. Breathe. -[gasping, breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
You are either 100% with me or not.
[Alex] I'm 100% with you.
[police radio chatter]
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