Community Squad (División Palermo)

R.I.P.

David Schwartz.

Dave, as we, his friends, called him.

He was a clown doctor.

Uh, he was an environmental activist, or so it appears.

Here he is at what looks like a slum.

No idea why, but I'm sure it was for a noble cause. Mm.

Take it easy. You only knew him for just one day.

-Yeah, but he was-- -Really tragic.

Yes, he was gonna be our coordinator.

I don't believe it.

Poor dude.

Uh, yeah, well, it's just that, I mean, two days at work

and he's already the coordinator?

-Yeah, that's nuts. -Shh!

-Hey! Be quiet. -I didn't say anything. It was her.

Feli, do you wanna say a few words in Hebrew to say goodbye to David?

Uh…

-Totally. -Hm.

Hm.

Uh… I… I don't know a lot of Hebrew that well.

You don't?

Since David knew it, I thought that… Never mind.

Well, how do the police send off one of their own?

-A 21-gun salute. -Yeah!

So what kind of send-off are the urban guards gonna do?

A 21-whistle salute. Palermo to heaven.

-I don't have a whistle. -That's all right.

Okay, that's very nice, very heartfelt. Let's honor him by getting back to work.

Yeah. Betty, uh, turn it off.

For David!

Let's hand out all the poop bags, and we'll get on our way.

Wait, so the tribute is over then?

It was going so nice though.

It's not finished. Just process it internally.

So, now, what are we up to?

PALERMO WITHOUT POOP

Poop, yeah?

COMMUNITY SQUAD

"Mario's got it really good. He's living the dream in Argentina," they said.

We went from fighting drug dealers to this.

I wish I had a shit ton of money so I could quit this crap.

Having money comes with its own problems.

You've got so much you don't know where to keep it.

Or it's dirty, and you can't use it.

Huh?

No, uh, I'm just talking hypothetically.

Uh, well, besides, there's dignity in work.

Edgar, you've got some poop, uh, right next to you.

Oh.

-45 degrees to your right. -Here? All right.

Warm, warmer. There. Scoop it up now.

I figured you'd have a heightened sense of smell.

Guys, let's do our best today

because the minister's coming and we need to shine today, okay?

-Sure, Miguel. -Let's make this neighborhood poop-free.

-Okay. -Yeah?

Nice. Your speech is getting better.

Out of energy. What's the matter? Not enough sleep last night?

You snored a bit.

-Oh? -But I was good though, right?

I've been practicing a lot on my own while you've been away.

Um, it was really intense.

Yeah, I can tell. I can't feel my legs.

Ah!

LEAVE THE POOP. I'M WAITING AT THE CORNER.

What is it?

-Nothing. Why? -The look on your face. Who is it?

I don't know.

Uh, well, it's… It's… Nothing. I just forgot I, uh…

I had to buy something.

Ah. What did you forget?

Pastrami

that my mom asked me to buy for this Jewish thing.

Ah.

It's for Passover. A few days early. It's pre-Passover.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

She's really persistent.

Yeah, they keep asking me to invite you, but--

Wow, what a horror show.

An honor, I mean.

But I can't because… because I've got this birthday party event for, uh,

an ex-classmate from a ceramics class

who's arriving today from, uh, Canada and--

Perfect. I'll tell her.

I have to go get the, uh, pastrami thing, okay?

Okay. I have to head back there anyway.

Following an eyewitness report where two individuals of Asian descent

were seen in the area where an urban guard was killed,

the Minister of Security has recently launched an investigation in Chinatown.

We're not afraid of the mafia. Not any mafia.

Our investigation will hunt down every last one of them.

That guy.

TWO CHINESE MEN MURDER AN URBAN GUARD

We won't stop until justice is served.

Anyone causing trouble will get sent back to China.

-Turn around! -Let them know, they are not--

Do I look Chinese?

Well, you did mix up the Jews.

He's right.

Find the right one this time.

Come.

This is Toby's, sweetheart.

No, ma'am, you can just put it in the trash.

Take it and play along, Ramos.

Ah.

-It's actual shit. -Oh. I thought it was intel.

So here's the deal. Charcas and Thames at the Cuero Café.

-Okay. -The target is Martín Gauna.

-Aka Milton, the owner. -All right.

You're to go there and take note of anything that seems suspicious.

Who goes in, who goes out, and when.

-Okay, Florencio? -Copy that. I'm covert.

-No. -No.

Not covert. Just blend in. Be like a customer, that's all.

-All right. -That's good.

We'll start off easy, then move to bigger things.

-No. That's what the job is. -No. That's the job.

You go there, give out poop bags. You blend in and take note. It's that simple.

-That's all. -And how does Florencio Ramos look?

Uh, like an urban guard. Just like you do.

Okay. Any other details for getting into character?

Does he limp, or have an accent?

-Nothing. -Does he lisp a little?

No, not at all.

We're good then. No problem at all.

-Then you better get going. -Right.

-Go on, go! -Yeah.

Nothing like the fresh breeze of Paris. Isn't that right, Jones?

It's what Michael says in my play.

Ah, yeah.

-You get a chance to read it yet? -Oh. I did. Yeah, yes, yes.

It was enjoyable.

Ah, well, you never said anything about it.

Yeah.

Any thoughts? It's just I'm no stranger to writing workshops.

I've taken a ton.

So I'm good with getting feedback, so go ahead.

Don't worry, eh? Just give it to me. I can take it.

Well, I found it to be a little

naive.

I wouldn't let anyone read it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's still a work in progress.

Thanks for your feedback. It was honest and… and sensitive.

You forgot to get your crap, jerk!

Excuse me, but I've just been robbed by some dude on a motorcycle.

Hey, no, tell me where. I'll help you file a report.

No, no, never mind.

I just wanna get back home. I live in Caseros.

And today is my mom's birthday.

I'm sorry.

She's a very old woman.

He even stole her gift.

Listen to me, uh, can you spare any cash for a taxi?

I was gonna take the train. Look at the state I'm in.

Of course.

Is your hand broken?

No, no, no, it's fine.

Uh, wait, I'll give you more. Here. This is what I've got.

-Um, well, just take all of it. -Great. I really appreciate it.

Thank you so much. I'm grateful. I really mean it. People are so selfish.

-You're a lifesaver. -Good luck, friend.

Did you have him file a report?

Nah, he wanted to get back home. I, uh… I felt sorry for the guy.

Miguel, we need to warn the cops.

Some dude on a motorcycle just stole from a poor old man.

Anyway, we gave him enough money to get back to Caseros.

I feel like everyone's so selfish.

That guy scammed you. He wasn't robbed. He pulled a con.

They go for tourists, and naive, easy targets.

Actually, I, uh, mean kind folks with good hearts, like you guys.

Let's go. All right, let's apprehend that con. He's going down, guys.

11:08 a.m. There's a suspicious delivery.

I can't see much from the outside, and I gotta use the bathroom.

Time to make a move.

11:19 a.m.

Luckily, I found something on sale to blend in with the locals.

Hey, can I help you?

The key was to blend in.

Got any boldo tea?

Because I've got IBS, and coffee…

We have a matcha latte infused with ginger and a little hint of miso.

Okay.

The names on the menu were indecipherable.

They could be code words for ordering narcotics.

Give me that and a Snowy Nevada.

But does it have any side effects?

I mean, at that price,

it better be loaded with drugs, right?

It has almond flour and pistachios.

-You want it or not? -Yeah, sounds good. That's fine.

Getting him to break was a lot harder than I thought.

-Your name? -Faylorencio.

Faylorencio.

Florencio. Florencio.

They almost got me to slip up, but I quickly recovered.

Now the challenge is figuring out where this Milton guy is hiding.

-Hi, Milton. -Leo!

Oh! You're a cutie.