Southland

Previously on Southland:

Hey, Larry.

You said I could work alone until Russ gets back.

We're not sure Russ is coming back.

He's coming back.

Get off! Get off! Get off!

Get off!

Stay back! Stay back!

Stay back. We're good.

No, Sam.

Get away from me!

You think I wouldn't find out?

Why are you drinking, huh? You think I'm stupid?

I hate you! Don't run away from me!

I have to stop what I'm doing,

which is freaking important, by the way,

and explain it to you?

I'm sorry.

Back the fuck up!

Do I look like her?

You're beautiful,

just the way she was.

I want to find her.

We can try.

We can fold in your homicide.

Hell, yeah, man. Yeah?

Yeah. I mean, you know, that's, of course,

you know, if Big Papa over here says it's okay

to come run with the big dogs.

It's pharmaceuticals, right?

Get out of here.

I just miss you.

Come on, come on. Where'd you go?

Where'd you go?

Got him. I got him-- 3:00.

The gas tank's leaking!

Loosen your seat belt!

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Officer John Cooper knows, and Ben Sherman will learn

that sometimes you see things as a cop nobody should see.

I don't mind.

I'll make you some eggs, baby.

I'll grab something downtown.

Okay. Know what you could do?

Go to Box Club.

We're out of toilet paper.

Can't I just go to Walgreen's?

No, Tammi.

We need to be fiscally responsible now.

We need to grow as a couple.

Just, I got a lot of work to do.

Yeah, what?

For my portfolio.

I told you, I have to finish Photoshopping my images

before I take them to the printer.

: Yeah, your images.

Sammy!

Please, this is important to me.

I'd do it, but who knows how long

I'm going to be on this stakeout?

You know, I'd give my right arm

just to be going to Box Club

instead of sitting on my ass at a stakeout.

Well, I need to get into a good gallery

before I'm stuck out here taking care of our kid.

You'll need this.

I hear the frozen burrito dinners are fantastic.

Bye.

It's just up here on the right.

Nice digs, huh?

Over here.

Here.

What happened?

I don't know.

I looked out my window,

and I saw Rich crawling out his door.

We need an ambulance. It's on the way.

Is anyone in there?

Did you see anybody come out?

Look, I was too afraid to go in.

I think his wife might be hurt, too.

A-43. Requesting two additional units.

Excuse me, sir? Man down.

Victim of an ADW.

Can you tell us what happened?

He's in pretty bad shape.

All right, you stay with him

till the paramedics arrive.

Uh, okay.

Downstairs and basement are clear.

We've got a unit clearing the yard.

All right.

Let's get our perimeter set up.

Roger.

We got a real mess.

Yeah, we need some homicide detectives out here.

We've already radioed for an additional RA unit.

Mariella really wants you to come by

and meet the baby tomorrow.

You mean my sister?

What, so you're mad at me?

I'm late, okay?

Hold on a second.

Just tell me... tell me what's going on.

You were supposed to help me find my mom.

Have you even tried?

Look, I'm sorry, all right?

No excuses.

I will.

I will.

Just come early, okay?

Your sister is a beauty.

This is Detective Cordero.

What do we have?

Adult female downstairs.

Two younger females dead upstairs.

House is ransacked.

There's no sign of forced entry.

Looks like the father walked in on it.

You talk to him? No, he was out of it.

Took him over to Saint Ambrose.

He's a doctor there.

Well, let's have a look.

It's a bad one.

Concentrate on the marks on her neck.

Make sure you leave that knot intact.

The way it's tied could tell us something

later down the line.

Dust over here for prints.

Looks like he had her over here at some point.

And we got to swab these beer cans.

We got a lot of work to do here.

Get a shot here where someone stepped in blood.

Cut out that patch of rug when he's done, okay?

Also, get a print on all these items.

Somebody rifled her purse and tossed it.

Quiet. Quiet.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hello?

No, this isn't Dr. Ryerson.

May I ask who's calling?

Okay.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's very nice, Mrs. Kern.

I'll be sure and pass that along.

Bye, now.

What was that?

This must be Ryerson's phone.

That was one of his patients returning his call.

Mrs. Kern, 92 years old.

He just put in a stent,

and he's been checking in on her every day since.

How is everything going out there?

Uh, none of the neighbors have any video surveillance

that includes the street.

Uh, we got a boy who thinks he saw a van.

He's not sure the make or the color.

You know, um, we're okay here.

You two get going.

So, that's it?

Just walk away?

No cars in the field. We gotta get back out.

Chase the radio?

Get in.

Look.

She cut us a break, letting us get out of there.

This is a rough one.

Believe me, I want somebody to pay as much as you.

The girls barely had time to get the ice cream open.

He came right on top of them.

They.

There had to be at least two assailants,

the way those girls were killed.

They came to the house, rang the doorbell.

One of the girls answered.

Maybe they talked their way in.

Pushed their way in.

Must've been a commotion,

because the mother came out. And they killed her.

And the girls.

And then they looted the place, washed up and had themselves

a little snack. Half-eaten.

Must've heard the father come home.

Because they hit him out there and dragged him in.

That would be the time line.

It could've been a follow home from the convenience store.

Pretty woman.

Nice car.

Maybe.