Southland

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Freeze! Ferguson: I'll flank him!

After a couple of years on the job,

every cop has to make a decision

about what kind of cop they're gonna be.

The time has come for officer Ben Sherman to decide.

Morning, Detective. Come on back.

Thanks for fitting me in, Doctor.

I've decided to let the department know today

that I'm pregnant.

And I was reading the manual, and according to policy --

Which letter do you want?

Excuse me?

Do you want the letter assigning you home

for the duration of your pregnancy,

the one putting you on light duty,

or the one where I say you can stay on the job

until you pop?

Isn't that... your decision?

It should be, but if you don't like my opinion,

you'll just go doctor shopping

until you get the letter you want.

Yeah, but you said my risk factors...

Do I need to tick them off again?

We've discussed this before.

No, it's just --

look, I was happy to fit you in this morning

at the last minute, but I have patients waiting.

It's your life, your baby.

When you decide what letter you want,

just call my office, and I'll fax it to you.

- Okay. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Last night in the garage off East 7th,

this "rehabilitated citizen"

turned his pit bull on his parole officer

before braining the P.O. with a tire iron.

A long-grid search came up empty,

so there's a TAC alert at Alvarado.

All right, listen, this asshole could be anywhere, okay?

So keep your eyes peeled.

All right, that's it. Roll out. Be safe.

Oh, wait, wait, hold on. Hold on.

I also meant to say

that this is Officer Tang's last day on patrol.

She'll be wheeling out tomorrow

to join West Division as a Sergeant.

The "Sun and Surf" Division?

Joy Luck just keeps getting luckier.

Hey, drinks tonight in her honor at the Ten Ring,

and first round is on me.

I'm his partner. Thanks.

There he is.

I saved you my jello.

I got your favorite.

Oh. Langer's. Extra kraut? Yeah.

You know it. How you feeling?

Kind of like a foreign dictator

in town for a kidney transplant.

Yeah, my detail finally left my house at 0600.

Been feeling like a prisoner the last three days.

You want to get her phone number?

You all right?

Yeah.

You going back on duty today?

Yeah.

Do you think that's smart?

My arm's not broken.

Shouldn't you -- I don't know -- take a few days off?

Talked to the shrink this morning, says I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Mm-hmm.

You know, even if they find that shit-head Ronnie

and he says that you beat him up,

so what? It's your word against his.

Worst-case scenario... You admit it.

Okay, yes, you beat up a pimp

who was putting his 13-year-old daughter

out on the stroll, but so what?

Mother tried to kill you.

You get a Board of Rights, a couple of weeks off,

and he gets 25 years to life

for the attempted murder of a police officer.

I'm serious, man -- take a couple weeks,

take a trip to Catalina, whatever.

Take what's-her-face, or the other one, the waitress.

I can't even try to keep them all straight.

Just have fun, unplug.

Or better yet, stay here with me.

Hang out. We could play Monopoly.

I'm -- I'm bouncing off the walls.

Hey, hey, hey, tomorrow afternoon --

We could talk about each other's feelings. Come on, man.

Tomorrow afternoon -- tomorrow afternoon --

Tomorrow afternoon,

pool party at Jones' to welcome you back, okay?

Hey. Rest up.

God damn it, you won't even look at me.

Okay? Come on, man. Chill out.

I didn't just end up on patrol, man.

I came back because I thought I could help younger officers.

Now I feel like I failed you.

Okay? I watched my partner get killed

not five feet from me, all right?

You think that I didn't see red?

I saw it for months.

I went that close to the edge

and I almost jumped.

I get it.

Let me help you work your way through it.

I feel like I let you down.

You didn't, man. You didn't.

All right?

Rest up. We got to do some drinking.

Fernandez: The fire's out?

Completely?

Good.

No, just keep it secure. Okay, bye.

Double homicide last night,

plus two kids at the U.S.C. Burn Unit.

Residential, here's the address.

I'm pregnant.

Really?

First I thought you were getting fat,

which made me happy,

but then we all figured it out.

Why didn't you just say something?

I tried.

I let it slide.

You have a note from your doctor?

Not yet.

Why not?

We're waiting on a few more tests,

and then I guess she'll decide.

Well, that's just great.

I guess I'll just do this one.

Whoa, what are you talking about?

Until I get a doctor's note from you,

I can't let you out in the field.

Why not?

So you won't sue the department if things go sideways.

But nothing's changed since yesterday

all that's changed is I told you.

Yeah, and now I know.

So I have to sit your ass down at a desk.

Okay, so you don't know.

I came in, you gave me the case, I left.

Nothing was discussed.

The tests are just a precaution.

I am never gonna let a doctor keep me off the job.

All right.

But if anything happens to you out there,

I didn't know.

Okay. I got it. You got it?

Tang: Look at this guy.

Oh, man. 13 years patrolling.

I might just miss this freak show.

Hey, you know, it's gonna be a while

before I'm back in this division.

I'd like to do a couple things before the end of the day.

You okay with that?

Sure.

Sherman, wait up!

You gonna head out without me, man?

You get to see Bryant this morning?

How's he doing? He's fine.

What's the matter? You up late banging bunnies?

Better pace yourself, Fabio.

You're gonna wind up on disability.

You got my keys?

Yeah.

You know they're paying cash overtime on this?

What kind of a world is it where we got to pray

for violent fugitives to be on the loose on the street

just so we could have a better standard of living?

Detectives get any leads yet

on that asshole who took a shot at you guys?

- Not that I've heard. - No?

You had to piss off somebody during the normal course of business.

Detectives are calling it random.

And you're okay with that?

I mean, shit.

If it were me,

I'd hit every corner and flophouse in this city,

roust every knucklehead till somebody coughed up a name.

I mean, the mooks just can't be out there

thinking they can shoot at cops and skate, man,

got to send a message.

Seriously, you okay?

Dispatcher: Any available units, 415, family dispute.

I maybe just buy the arm patches.

You know I was thinking,

those are $3, $4 a pop.

I might just go to Sinatra's to buy some new uniforms.

Let's stop by Lionel Daffern's.

I want to say goodbye to him.

If you want. Why him?

I don't know. I just like the old coot.

Are you serious? In a school zone?