[Harmon] Previously on On Call...
[Bishop] Gangs just ID'd Delgado's shooter, Eddie Watson.
Street name, Maniac.
[Harmon] East Barrio executed one of their own for killing Delgado.
-Anything's possible. -What about Maniac?
[Bishop] Still in the wind.
[Koy] How's your rookie?
He's got potential, but he needs to pick his battles.
-Karma's a bitch, huh? -I was the best trainee you ever had.
Hey, speaking of Harmon, I gotta ask you a question.
We found this.
[Harmon on video] Next time we show up here,
you're gonna be leaving in the back of an ambulance.
Diaz, look at me.
Did she make a threat?
[sirens wailing]
[tense music playing]
Move! Move! Move!
Get out of the way! Move!
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
[Diaz] Stop! Drop the hatchet!
Come here. Stop!
Diaz, what's your 20?
In the office park, top level. Eyes on suspect.
Move! Move! Out of the way!
Drop the hatchet! Stop!
Charlie-94, eyes on suspect and Diaz. I'm in hot pursuit.
[sirens wailing]
-For fuck's sake! -[tires screech]
Fuck!
Fuck. Stop!
[grunting]
I gotcha! Fuck.
Fuck.
[grunts]
Hey! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
There's nowhere to go!
Don't! Stop! Hey!
No. No. No, no, no, no! Don't do it! Stop!
Don't, don't, don't. Don't you fucking do it.
-[loud thud] -[suspect] Fuck! [groaning in pain]
Oh, shit.
Oh. [panting]
Shit.
Fuck.
[sirens wailing]
[suspect whimpers]
He's high as fuck.
Tried robbing a 7-Eleven with a hatchet.
Chased him all the way from 22nd up onto the roof,
then, of course, he swan-dived off it.
How was his form?
[Holt] Yo, Diaz.
You, uh... drop this?
Mi fucking compa. I owe you.
My advice? Leave that part out of your report.
Even though we recovered it?
Bro, have you not heard what they say about Harmon?
Can't trust her.
Bullshit.
She got a bunch of cops fired, including Lasman's partner.
For, for what?
Doing their job.
Diaz! With me.
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You know, this one time, I was training this big dude,
Samoan guy, like six-foot-five, seemed tough as shit.
And his first week he had a jumper land right in front of him.
That guy literally fainted.
He got a concussion when he hit the pavement.
I had to call in a second ambulance just for him.
And now that guy is a sergeant with SWAT.
Really gives me faith in SWAT.
[chuckles] Look, the point is, it gets better.
Okay?
And that shithead was so cooked he was gonna take a jump off the roof
no matter what, so that is not on you.
Can I ask you something?
Mm, depends on what it is.
Last night you brought up my brother being locked up.
You know I had to do my homework.
Come on. No, no. You see,
I feel like you know everything about me
and I know nothing about you.
What do you think this is? A courtship?
I work. I take care of my dogs.
If I'm lucky, I surf.
Rinse, repeat. That's my life.
You never talk about your time on the job before me.
What do you mean? I just told you about my fainter.
What more do you want from me?
Okay, fine. [clears throat]
You said you had some trouble in West, right?
People gunning for you.
Why?
Just old drama. It's nothing you need to worry about.
-You get someone fired? -Wait.
What?
[tires screech]
-Did I get someone fired? -Uh, forget it.
-I shouldn't have asked. -No. Where the fuck did you hear that?
-Did someone say something to you? -No. No, I was just wondering. Okay?
-[phone vibrates] -Fuck.
Jesus.
Hey, Mom. Are you okay?
I can't-- No.
I don't need to chase her
because she'll turn up when she needs something.
Yeah. I'll call you later. Love you. Bye.
[sighs]
Everything okay?
Yeah.
My sister.
You have a sister? She live in Long Beach?
No. LA. She used to be a cop.
Don't change the fucking subject. Where did you hear it?
I told you, okay. I was just wondering.
[dispatcher on radio] Charlie-85. 459, there now,
victims inside the residence. Respond Code Three.
30025 East Toledo.
Charlie-85 responding. Three minute ETA.
[siren wailing]
It's not some shit you just wonder.
[Harmon] Here it is.
If our suspect is GOA, you're taking lead on this.
-Understood? -Yeah. Copy.
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[body cam beeps]
[Harmon] Long Beach PD!
-Whoa, let me see your hands! -No, no, they're gone.
They're gone. We're in here. Oh, thank God you're here.
[Diaz] What happened?
-I was upstairs and I-- -My husband was home alone.
I came in and I found him tied up on the floor.
Some guy, he broke in and hit him on the head.
He must've heard me coming because when I walked in
he ran right past me.
[Diaz] Okay. So you weren't here when it happened?
Oh, no, no, my husband was home alone,
-but I-I just came in-- -Ma'am, I'd like to hear from him,
if that's okay. Sir?
That was about it.
I was upstairs in the bedroom putting some clothes away
and next thing I know, bam.
I wake up on the floor and I hear my wife screaming.
Uh, we're gonna need an ambulance over here at location.
-We've got a male with a head wound. -Hey, I'm fine.
Really. I don't need an ambulance. Look.
Hon, hon, you could be concussed.
I said I'm fine.
Any idea how he might've gotten in?
Was the door locked?
Uh... Yeah. Yeah. It was when I got home.
Okay. Take a look around outside. See if there's another point of entry.
Did you see what he looked like?
Yeah. He was, um...
Uh, short, young, uh...
Mexican. I think.
What makes you think that?
He looked, um...
He looked swarthy.
Swarthy?
Hey! Police!
Charlie-85, I'm in foot pursuit, 459 suspect,
front yard of 30027 Toledo.
Hey! Long Beach Police Department. Come out!
-He go in there? -Yeah, I think so.
-What the fuck are you waiting for? -Don't we need a warrant?
[Harmon] Long Beach Police!
Long Beach Police Department!
-Don't shoot. -Whoa! Police!
-Stand up, nice and easy. -Don't shoot!
-[Diaz] Let me see your hands. -Don't shoot!
-[Harmon] Easy. -Don't shoot. I don't have anything.
-What are you doing? -Turn around.
What are you doing? I didn't do anything.
-[Harmon] Then why did you run? -'Cause I was scared.
-Yeah, let's go. Come on. -[suspect] Dude.
[speaking Spanish]
[Diaz] Whoa, whoa, whoa. What?
-[speaking Spanish] -[Harmon] Dude.
Translate.
You two mind coming out here?
[Diaz] Chill.
All right. Don't do anything stupid.
-You need to get your head checked out. -Don't worry--
What if you actually have a concussion, is what I'm worried about.
Oh, oh, that's him.
That's the guy who was in our house.
-You need to pay me. -[Diaz speaking Spanish]
-Do you know this kid? -No, of course not.
-He's been DMing me all week. -He's a liar.
Do you wanna tell us what really happened?
You interrogating me now? I'm the one who was attacked.
Okay. Well, he has a different story.
You like BDSM sites?
Hmm? He says that's where you guys met.
You offered to pay him to tie you up and have sex with him,
but you were interrupted 'cause your wife came home early.
And you believe him?
[Judith] You, you--
-You did what? -Okay. Come on. This guy's a liar.
[speaking Spanish]
[phone line ringing]
[phone vibrating]
Do you wanna get that?
Uh...
-Where you from? -San Pedro.
No, shit, what part?
-Wilmington. -Wow, I grew up on Cabrillo.
-No way. -Yeah, off Gatun.
You still live there?
No. No, I moved out.
I see.
Are you gonna arrest me?
No.
But get your shit together. This ain't it.
Yes, sir.
Hey, nothing on the husband?
Solicitation?
Making a false report?
No, it's not our case to make. We gotta hand this over to Vice.
And if we're lucky, they'll follow up with him, close the loop, but...
he's not going to jail.
Messed up how fast he threw the kid under the bus.
Well, he'll get his. Did you see the wife's face
-when his phone rang? -[scoffs] Yeah.
Pinche gueros.
Hey, so you wanna tell me what the fuck happened back there?
-What, with the kid? -Yeah, outside the house.
Why did you freeze up?
You had exigent circumstance to enter.
I-I didn't know if he was in there for sure.
I was playing it by the book.
A few days ago, you're playing superhero, chasing after Maniac,
but now you're too chickenshit to chase a suspect into a house?
-I'm not chickenshit. -Okay. So what?
Come on. I thought we were at the point where we could shoot it straight.
-We are. I-- -Does it have anything to do
with what you asked me earlier? About me getting cops fired?
I'm just trying to follow the law.
[phone vibrating]
You gotta know the law to follow it.
-Hey. -[Koy] Padawan, get my message?
Uh, no, I was tied up on a 459. What's up?
One of my guys is getting pulled onto HIDTA next month,
I wanna put you up for a spot.
For real?
Yeah, for real. You're a hard charger.
I could use you.
Well, there's no shot command staff is gonna let me off patrol.
Ah, fuck 'em. They can't keep you in purgatory forever.
I'd really like to believe that, but...
You're destined for greater things. Trust me.
Mm-hmm.
Anyone get the drop on Delgado's shooter yet?
Detectives think he's across the border.
Mexico?
Makes sense. Feds'll find him.
Fuck.
[tense music playing]
Harmon?
Yeah.
I'm gonna make this happen.
Don't do anything stupid in the meantime.
Mom again?
No.
The detectives think that Maniac went southbound and down.
To Mexico?
You think they're right?
I gotta see a guy.
[car engine starts]
No, stay here. Start your paperwork.
[sighs]
[Mexican music playing in background]
Hey.
Nobody called the cops.
Smokey here?
-[knocks on door] -[Smokey] Who is it?
Cops are here.
What the fuck?
[Harmon] You rather I drop by when you're open?
I'd rather you not drop by at all.
How's the fam?
Your daughter is... how old now?
What do you want?
A kid named Maniac.
He killed a police officer.
I heard.
You heard?
Are we really gonna do this dance?
[speaking Spanish]
Did I stutter?
Vamanos.
You too, cabrón.
Nobody is happy about what happened to that cop.
Officer Delgado.
You and me, we got a mutual respect.
You know that.
It was handled.
Is that what Cortez was?
Some sort of peace offering?
Could be seen that way.
Then why didn't Maniac get his ticket punched?
He's the trigger man.
[sighs]
Kid's dad is a big shot caller in Quentin.
Maniac's untouchable.
Is he worth bringing the whole house down?
That's all I got for you.
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Don't you ever just show up here like that again.
I'm not fucking around, all right?
You know I can take you off the board.
I can play that way too. Amiga.
Just tell me.
Is Maniac in Mexico?
I'll make it simple.
Stop looking.
Or someone will be looking for you.
I told you, baby, I don't know.
Some time after midnight.
No, no, no, no, no. Don't, don't wait up for me, okay?
Because it might be later.
Oh. Gotta go. Gotta go. Bye. Yeah.
What?
Yes. Yes, I'll pick up creamer. Bye.
-Domestic bliss? -Sorry.
My girl's not used to the hours.
Didn't know you like to cumbia.
Guy who owns this place is a heavyweight with East Barrio.
Okay. What'd he say?
He said stop looking for Maniac.
Think about it.
If he was really in Mexico...
There'd be nothing to look for.
So he's still in Long Beach.
[dispatcher on radio] 452. Suspect there now.
Shoreline Drive at West Sixth Street.
Female setting cars on fire. Units identify and respond Code Three.
[Harmon] Call it.
Charlie-85. Show us responding Code Three.
[siren wailing]
[helicopter blades whirring]
[woman] Do your fucking job. Get rid of that fucking homeless camp.
They used to keep to themselves, but now they're everywhere.
Broke into a house down the block last week.
Shit in a neighbor's yard a few days ago. Now this.
-What'd she look like? -Feral.
Can you narrow it down?
Think she was wearing purple sweatpants.
Which way'd she go?
Over there, screaming like a banshee.
Right. Go check it out.
-[Diaz] Yes, sir. -[Harmon] All right.
[Lasman] Hey, Harmon, can you hang back for a sec?
So I, uh, I guess you didn't hear?
Hear about what?
Department's being sued for that street takeover the other night.
Sued by who?
Some shop owner.
When we pulled out, mob destroyed his store.
-That was the Watch Commander's call. -No, no, no, that was your call.
Based on how you framed the situation.
I got us out of a dangerous spot.
Since when is danger not a part of the job?
I kept my trainee safe.
You kept him on a leash
because you didn't think he could handle himself.
And because of that, we left people to fend for themselves.
You know--
Maybe you're cool with that.
I'm not.
[Holt] We're doing this without PPE?
You wanna tell Sarge you don't wanna get your boots dirty?
Okay, then, here we go.
[clears throat]
All right. You two go up there, I'll check out over here.
-Yep. -Yep.
[Holt] Jesus.
-God. -[Diaz] Keep moving.
[Holt] Yep. Okay.
[woman screaming]
What the fuck was that?
-I think it came from over there. -All right, come on.
-[Diaz] See anything? -[Holt] No.
[grunting]
[Diaz] Hey! Hey!
-Hey! -[Holt] Fuck off.
-[Diaz] Motherfuck-- Stay down. -[man] No.
-Stay down, bitch! -[grunting]
-[Holt] Fuck. -Hey, no. Hey, Holt, enough.
Okay? Enough.
-Are you good? Okay. -Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
Oh, shit.
-What? -Uh...
Just don't move, okay?
-Just... -What is it?
Don't move.
-What? -Just don't move.
-[Holt chokes] -Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey!
Holt! Holt! Holt!
Fuck. Holt, stay with me.
Fuck.
Help!
-[coughing] -Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, look at me. Hey, look at me.
-[Harmon] What happened? -[Diaz] I got you.
-What happened? -[Lasman] Charlie-89...
[Diaz] The guy just-- The guy put a needle in his neck
and I Narcaned him.
Okay. Sit down. Sit down.
-[Lasman] Come on. Holt, come on. -[Harmon] Breathe.
I Narcaned him. I Narcaned him.
Okay. Okay.
He, um, he got, he got pricked.
-And-- [coughs] -Okay, okay. Calm down.
You're good. You're good. Breathe. Breathe.
[panting]
[Harmon] You're good. You're good. You're good.
I'm good.
[Harmon] Next on On Call...
-Cuff him. -I've got something you wanna hear.
-For real! -[Diaz] I got it.
There were some fools from East Barrio earlier.
-East Barrio? -Killed the cop, right?
All you gotta do is say yes or no.
Seen him around?
Goes by Maniac.
Oceanside Motel.
-Stay by my side. -Okay. Okay.
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