Deputy

Sergeant Hollister's storied history

with this department is well-known to this board.

Equally well-known is his history of recalcitrance,

insubordination, and disregard for the chain of command.

Sergeant Hollister, let me make this clear for you.

Did you or did you not warn residents of this community

about our joint operation with ICE?

I might've mentioned it.

Bill, you jeopardized 30 million in federal grants.

Who the hell do you think you are, Sergeant Hollister?

I'm a lawman.

Never took a dime.

Never put my hands on somebody unless I had to.

Never pulled the trigger when there was another way.

You wanna hunt gangsters, human traffickers?

Well, I'm your huckleberry.

But you're asking me to drag families from their homes

so you can eat from the federal trough.

When did you lose your way, Jerry?

At least I know what century it is.

Well, I swore the same oath he did.

I didn't swear it to you.

I swore it to them.

And I don't give a pinch of dry turd

how those folks got here.

We're all immigrants.

I gave my word I'd protect them.

Even if it's protecting them from you.

Here's the deal.

You can tell Sheriff Bradford if he wants my star,

he knows where to find me.

I come from a long line of lawmen.

My great, great, great granddad

was one of the first Los Angeles Sheriff's deputies

killed in the line of duty.

He was shot by bandits right off Sunset,

just a cattle trail then.

They say it was a hell of a gunfight.

But there's no plaque,

nothing to mark the spot where he died.

Just one of those hot yoga places now.

In pursuit of 211 suspects.

Shots fired.

20 SAM suspect is southbound

through the alley west of Delarosa.

MED 833. Henry Sam in pursuit.

Westbound in the alley.

Heading towards Patricia and Third.

Confirm. You said "Mounted Detail"?

Yee-haw.

Come on, baby, let's go.

Shoot those pigs.

Punch it. Let's go! Come on, we gotta lose 'em.

What's that crazy fool doing?

Hey, Hollister.

Oscar!

Hey! You want some?

Get down on the ground!

What do you got, huh?

Bill, what did you do?

Majors running point on this?

Looks pretty major to me.

Well, I'm no detective,

but Pelon and the artist formerly known as Cisco there,

both from L. O. N.

Los Osos Negros.

Driver seems like he was Upperlake mafia.

Last guy's in the wind. But I know him.

Oscar Villalobos.

They call him Demon. He's with the Cutdowns.

You ever heard of three rival gangs working together?

Maybe it's the score.

Enough cheese, they set aside their differences.

Cabriamex? Bank in Mexico.

Pelon had this on him.

Some kinda cipher.

Whatever it is, he didn't want us havin' it.

Yo, everybody, move back.

Sergeant Hollister, Julius Fabian, County Attorney.

How you doin', Julius?

I'm not sayin' another word without my union rep present.

You don't get to ambush me

after a deputy-involved shooting.

That's not why we're here.

Oh, you just happened to be in the neighborhood?

No, we're here because of Sheriff Bradford.

If Sheriff Bradford thinks his monkeys can intimidate me

into retiring...

Sheriff Bradford suffered a serious heart attack

earlier this afternoon.

He was pronounced dead at 1535 hours.

- What? - And as it happens,

County Charter states that in the event

that a duly elected sheriff dies in office,

then the longest serving member of his mounted posse

shall serve as acting sheriff

until a new sheriff can be elected.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Bill, I wish we were.

Raise your right hand.

Repeat after me.

I... State your name.

I, William Hollister...

Do solemnly swear to uphold the constitution

of the United States.

...do solemnly swear to uphold the constitution

of the United States...

And the constitution of the State of California.

...and the constitution of the State of California.

- So help me God. - So help me God.

- So that's it? - That's it.

You're the new sheriff of Los Angeles County.

You're fired.

Sheriff Hollister.

Adios.

Sheriff's an elected official.

Millions of people vote him in, honey.

I'm no politician.

Don't I know it. Lift your chin a little.

I'm wearing these things, why?

Because of some obscure rule that nobody remembers

on a 150-year-old piece of paper.

Probably says to pay me in tallow or pigs or something.

Oh, no.

How are you ever gonna keep me in this lavish lifestyle

to which I'm accustomed to, hmm?

You know what it's like, that Brady Bunch episode, remember?

Where they make Greg the rock star,

'cause he fits the suit?

Well, I'm Johnny Bravo. That didn't end well.

If you ask me, I think whoever wrote that rule

knew exactly what they were doing.

You don't hand the job over to a judge or a lawyer.

Send a lawman.

Someone who's actually done the work.

I wonder what Rick would think of Joseph

following in his footsteps.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

You're not going to school dressed like that.

- Like what? - Like a feral Kardashian.

Like you just escaped some post-apocalyptic truck stop harem.

Stop talking to me like I'm a suspect.

Those aren't Daisy Dukes, Maggie.

Those aren't even Miley Cyruses.

They lack the requisite surface area.

It's a sash with delusions of grandeur.

Babe?

She looks cute.

You remember how we talked about picking your battles?

Yeah, and I'm picking this one.

What are you gonna do, arrest her?

I'm thinkin' about it.

Russian mafia's out front.

Can I help you with something?

I'm your driver.

Deputy Bishop.

Bill Hollister.

You sure you're old enough to drive, Deputy Bishop?

Dad jokes.

I drive myself, thanks.

Not an option, I'm afraid.

I'm also your personal security detail.

This is gonna be good.

What are you, a buck-oh-five after a big breakfast?

All due respect, Deputy.

I don't need a bodyguard.

I come with the stars, Sheriff.

All right, give me the keys.

You're not driving. It's not a date.

I like her.

Welcome to the tenth floor, Sheriff.

Can I just get your signature?

The scowlers you can trust,

the smilers you gotta worry about.

Thank you, sir.

Just 'cause a dog can shake hands

doesn't mean he won't bite.

I thought we were all on the same team.

Oh, boy.

We're not?

Well, you got no idea what you're walking into here.

Tenth floor's like the yard in Chino,

you're talking to one dude,

his buddy comes up behind you with a shank,

turns your liver into pate.

Bill, welcome.

I see Bishop's showing you around.

- Yeah. - Great.

Listen, I know where most of the bodies are buried,

- so if you have any questions... - I got a question.

What's going on in there?

Risk Management compiled a list of 44 deputies

most likely to incur civil lawsuits.

We're planning on transition them out of the field.

You wanna pull 44 deputies out of the field

because you're afraid they might get sued?

I want more deputies in the field,

where they belong, where they can do their jobs.

How do you decide who makes the list?

Anyone with 16 or more categorical uses of force