Destroyer

11-Charlie-Lima-7, possible 187.

Request Homicide.

Hey.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Jesus Christ.

Long night?

Dragging anchor there, buddy.

Dragging anchor?

You know, the LT is looking for ya.

You need to take care of your own pressing shit right now, don't ya?

I got it.

Hey, Bell, look, this is handled.

What is this?

- What? You want us... - Yeah. Come on.

Shot three times at least, from the exit wounds right here.

With that?

.38 dropped at the scene.

Maybe a ghost gun.

No serial, no prints.

No witnesses yet. Look-

Am I wasting your time?

City's time. You have no role here.

It's our scene.

Who is it?

No ID, no idea.

There's a few of those. Blown dye pack.

We're waitin' on tech.

All right, guys, start bringing everybody down now.

Let's start a sweep.

Look, Bell...

Look, this is covered, okay?

Just go... lie down.

What about if I know who did this?

Well, I don't know. Then we could probably use that, Detective.

I mean, you gonna solve this right now then or what?

Yeah, fuck you, too.

Just leave her.

All right, guys, let's get this done, okay?

You getting your mail here now?

I don't get it. What?

I'm saying, apparently, you live here.

Spend a lot of time here, yeah.

Look at that face.

You're hungry.

Hungry, little mutt.

You want.

Detective Bell.

If I knew you were coming,

I could've rustled up more of a welcome party.

I only wanted to see you.

What's up?

Silas is back.

What makes you say that?

Where'd you get this?

I got it.

Why now?

Cleanin' up?

Startin' again? I don't know.

Well, we've heard nothing on our end,

not since it happened.

I need you to look it up for me,

and then I need you to forget you ever did it.

I wanna be sure.

All right.

Hey.

How's Shelby?

How old is she now?

Sixteen.

Incredible. Really.

I don't remember your kids' names. Sorry about that.

Come on.

If this is gonna fuck you up with anybody then...

Then don't do it? Fuck 'em.

As far as I'm concerned, you're one of us.

Look...

why don't you tell me where you got this, all right, and let me handle it?

We can still keep it between us.

I'm sorry.

What happened was

we put you and Chris in there too green. It was a shit deal.

You weren't ready.

This thing has been ice cold for a long time.

You really wanna go down that hole again for nothing?

Can you run it?

- It's a match, yeah? - Yeah.

You look terrible.

- Had a rough night. - Yeah, you had a lot of those?

Did you ever talk to someone?

Look, I do a Bible study Wednesday nights.

And it's a very low-key thing.

No one's handling snakes.

Think about it.

It's good not to be alone, you know?

Where did we meet?

Bar, Hemet, 2002. Where'd you grow up?

All over. Mostly, Las Cruces. What bar?

Tappy's. Why Las Cruces?

Dad got transferred to White Sands.

He left. We stayed.

Why were you always at Tappy's?

Bartender gave me a break on drinks.

Where'd you go to school?

Centennial High, expelled. Got my GED.

Did half a year at Dona Ana Community.

Tossed for dealing.

What was across the street from the bar?

Car dealership. Their sign was a huge, neon bear.

What was the mascot at Centennial?

Hawks.

What was the name of the bouncer, the one with the hair?

Martin. How'd we meet?

Marlon.

Marlon. Fuck.

Fuck is right. They can check that.

Yeah, Marlon. Marlon.

Okay. How'd we meet?

We were both at the bar trying to order.

A Dire Straits song came on the jukebox.

You screamed, "Who put this shit on?"

I turned and confessed.

We said it was a Pink Floyd song, Chris.

Well, fuck that. I like Dire Straits.

Hey, Taz.

Turn that shit down so we can talk.

Thought you liked country music.

That's not country music.

Well, my baby likes it.

- Really? - Yeah.

What else am I supposed to do, man?

I'm an involved parent.

Where's Antonio at?

- He's not here for this. - For what?

Murder weapon. Smells like it comes from you.

Oh. Say what?

I have a body and a gun that comes from you.

No, no, no, you ain't got no way of knowin' that.

It's a burner, no serial, spare parts.

Somethin' you do. So, I know.

Not me. That's, like, fuckin' circular.

I need to know who you've been selling to.

I can't tell you that.

I got good credibility with all my clients.

Then I'm just gonna have to review all your records and see.

Now you know I don't got no records.

Why you fuckin' with me?

I wanna know who you've been selling to,

especially the crazy white people.

Well, that's, like, everybody I sell to, man.

Anyone with a tattoo like this?

I just told you. You know, which is obviously...

- The fuck? - All right.

- I'm taking these with me. - The hell you doin'?

What? Hey!

Yeah, you want 'em back, call me with names.

- Don't do it, fool! - Taz, what's up?

Call me with names.

You are fuckin' up right now.

Don't make me have to notice you.

Call me with some names.

Hey, partner, it's Antonio.

If you want me to cover for you, at least give me a head's up.

Call me.

All right, kiss me.

Why?

So I know.

I don't wanna look surprised the first time it happens in public.

Dead serious.

Okay, got it.

Think you can fake liking that?

Probably, yeah.

I need to interview a prisoner about an open case.

Yeah, go ahead.

40054063, Soll, Toby.

Hold on.

That prisoner has been discharged.

What? When?

End of last month. Compassionate release.

The local scene is several loosely-connected gangs.

We think there's a hard center in there somewhere

that's moved into armed robbery.

We're placing our agent undercover with a local asset, Sheriff's Deputy.

This is her.

This girl?

She'll look right enough next to our guy.

- What's good, what's good, y'all? - Hey.

Our CI has a cousin in one of the groups,

a kid by the name of Toby Soll.

This is my cousin, Toby.

These guys used to hang with Billy and all them.

- Hi. - Hi.

Our CI will be making the introduction.

You wanna come to a party?

Fuck, yeah.

Toby, you have a visitor.

Jesus, you look old.

Course you're here.

I was just on my way out.

I'm just gonna run to the store.

Yeah. Yeah, you do that.

And, hey, just get the cookies this time.