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Nicole, stop!

Nicole!

I ruined everything.

Let me help you.

Okay?

I can help you.

Aah! Ugh!

Ah, shit.

Ugh.

Nico--

L.A.P.D. officers spend every shift trying to help people

who often don't even know they need help.

Some days the trying works better than others.

Breakfast will be ready in a minute.

You want to set the table?

Mm, I'm not hungry.

You sick again?

Your bras don't fit,

and your mood's moodier than usual, so...

...when were you gonna tell me?

All right.

36 years old.

You don't have to tell your mother anything.

But whatever you want to do...

I'm here for you.

Mom, whatever I want to do?

Well, you -- you have choices.

And whatever you decide,

I'm gonna be fine with it.

Wow.

I so wasn't expecting that.

Well... I'm confused.

I mean, I know that you have always wanted this,

but...

Alone?

You did it.

I didn't have a choice.

And I was teaching -- home by 4:00.

Why is it that with men, no one's questioning them?

The male detectives, they don't have to make choices.

Well, they're not having the babies,

their wives are.

And you're in the world that you wanted to be in.

When the girls you went to school with

were dating and having babies,

you were learning about

corpses and blood-spatter patterns...

Detective.

So

Who's the father?

Give me that!

Leave me alone. Stop!

I want that! Hey, hey, hey!

Okay, fine. You want it, you take it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Is there a problem?

Oh, my God. Geez.

You all right?

Thank you. Wow, thank you so much.

Yeah.

I'm Ben. I live, uh...

Yeah, you're in my building, right?

Yeah. I've seen you around.

Yeah. I'm Cathy.

Hey. Nice to meet you.

Is that your boyfriend?

- Ex. - Yeah?

Recent breakup. Yeah.

Shit, what do they want?

Hey, guys. Uh, we're good.

Thanks. Have a good one, all right?

Take care.

Thanks.

Cops, right?

Did you hear about that cop who punched that girl...

Like, for absolutely no reason?

Up, right?

- Yeah. Yeah. - That's up.

Hey, uh, you have a tampon or something?

Uh, yeah.

They never fix it when they say they're gonna fix it, you know?

Thanks.

You know what? Just take them.

Congratulations?

You tell the department yet?

No.

Well, put it off until you can't buckle your belt.

They'll put you on a desk job for the duration.

That's messed up, man. Someone took out lupe.

"Abuelita," they called her.

You knew her?

Not really. I knew of her.

She was one of those old women who knew everybody's business,

volunteered at the church,

went out with blankets on cold nights,

and she was, like, the only person in the neighborhood

that everyone liked.

Not everyone.

Yeah.

She was acting like the cop was the problem,

not the asshole who tried to Jack her for her iced tea.

What?

The woman from this morning I was telling you about.

Boho artiste types painting crappy protest art,

living in faux urban squalor until daddy buys them a house...

Come on, man. Really?

...in the Palisades for a wedding present.

Ugh.

I mean, did you talk to my realtor in Castaic?

Yeah, I talked to her.

She's showing me a few places.

There was actually one that I liked.

I'm gonna check it out again.

You need to sign on the dotted line, Ben.

You need to get the hell out of Silver Lake

before you start worrying about gluten and drinking raw milk.

You need to be with your people --

your people in the high desert, baby.

That's the place. Land of the blue.

Nice.

Want breakfast? Mnh-mnh.

- You sure? - No. No, thank you.

Hey, um, I've got a Doctor's appointment today,

so you're on your own for lunch.

Everything all right?

You know, with the doctor and everything?

Yeah.

It's just a checkup.

Hey. Hey.

What do we have?

Guy named Brian Monroe, big downtown real-estate developer,

stabbed about a dozen times.

One of the workers found him here

when they opened up this morning.

Hoo-hoo.

Did she see anything?

No. Came in and here he was.

Girl lives upstairs.

The neighbor says the victim

let hard-luck cases stay there sometimes, gave them a job.

Hey.

Do you live upstairs?

By yourself?

What's your name, sweetie?

Why don't you tell me everything you saw?

This coffee tastes burnt. It's better at grounds for --

No, no, no. All right?

No coffee place with names involving metaphors, jokes,

or any wordplay whatsoever.

No "sufficient grounds,"

no "sacred grounds," no "espresso yourself."

- Officer Cooper? O-officer?

He's back.

You ask us to come to these community meetings,

and you act as though you care, and then three weeks later...

Okay, what seems to be the problem?

He's the problem.

You said you got him housing.

And he's back again, pissing in my doorway.

He's scaring away my customers.

Okay, all right. We're on it. Okay?

Thanks.

What's your name, sir?

Stan.

Stan. Okay.

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you remember me -- Officer Cooper?

You took me to the shelter.

I did. I did. Yeah. Yeah.

We got you a place. What happened?

Yeah. Yeah.

I-I had to leave.

They stole my I.D., stole my cart.

I lost everything.

They -- they wouldn't let me back in.

All right, I understand.

But you can't sleep here, all right?

This is private property.

I-I'm not hurting anyone.

How about if we, uh, give housing another try, huh?

They -- they -- they --

they won't let me in wi-- without I.D.

No.

You -- you a Marine?

Yes, ma'am. Marine.

Nice.

20 years.

So, if we get you a new I.D.,

will you give housing another try?

Another try?

Give it another try?

Another try?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll -- yeah.

What's your name, sir? Yeah, yeah.

Tom. Tom?

Tom Smith.

Okay, Tom Smith. Tom Smith.