Officer Down

(MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN'S VOICE:

People talk about fate...

how everything

happens for a reason.

But I never believed that.

I can't find a single reason

why I deserve a second chance.

Today is the day that I die.

(SOFT SOBBING)

Slide it away.

I said f***ing slide it away now.

Nighty night, a**hole.

(SCREAMS)

Go!

F***!

F***!

(SOBBING)

- I need you to call 9-1-1.

Tell them Detective Callahan's

in pursuit.

No, don't leave me.

He's done this before.

I'm not going to let him

do it again. Call it in!

(DOG BARKING)

(GROANS)

SUSPECT:

Motherf***er.

CALLAHAN:

F***ing...

(POLICE SIRENS BLARING)

Arrogant prick.

You come up with anything?

Yeah, found these

under his mattress.

He was keeping mementos.

Mm-hmm. You want

to rattle his cage?

- Nah, give it to Scanlon.

(CHUCKLES)

You afraid you might blow it?

I just thought

if you drop the ball,

I'm in reserve to clean it up.

- Sorry, what was that?

- Lieutenant,

District Attorney asked Loughlin

to sit in on this one.

- Is it true?

- Randall McAlister.

Have you notified

Internal Affairs?

(LAUGHS)

Our collar, our case.

Yeah, it's best to keep

these things in-house.

Make it airtight.

- Airtight?

- Go get 'em, Sluggo.

So, you got a thing

for brunettes, huh?

Look what we found.

Look at that.

You know what?

It's late, I'm tired,

and I got to go walk my dog,

so why don't you just

keep this really simple, okay?

You plead guilty to six counts

of sexual assault

in the first degree

to be served consecutively,

and we'll spare your family

the embarrassment of a trial.

Or option number two,

he could plead

down to six lesser charges,

to be served concurrently

in a minimum-security facility.

SCANLON:
Wow, you got

some balls there, Counselor.

For 14 years, my client

was an exemplary member

of this police department,

so why would he

hypothetically go astray?

- Who gives a sh*t?

- Where the hell is this going?

About a year ago, my client's

wife of 10 years left him.

Busted my ass for that woman.

Gave her everything

she ever wanted.

So you married

an ungrateful b*tch.

Wow.

Welcome to the club.

After his wife abandoned him,

my client divulged

his extreme feelings

to your department shrink.

News flash, a**hole.

He didn't rape his wife.

Didn't he?

LIEUTENANT:

Jesus.

All the women

look like his ex-wife.

Six women sexually assaulted

by a police officer,

and you could have prevented it?

Fallout's going to be immeasurable.

Only if it becomes

public knowledge.

Wait a minute. Captain,

you're not seriously thinking

of cutting a deal with this

piece of sh*t, are you?

- Take a breath.

- What do you think I was doing?

You need to take a deep breath

and think long and hard

about what course

of action is best

for the preservation

of this department's reputation.

For once, Detective.

GIRL:
Well, anyways,

mm-hmm, yeah.

Oh, my God, so we had

such an awesome time.

Well, I asked her,

but she said

she had to think about it.

Yeah, really.

So who else is going?

Is Mark going to be there?

He's okay, I guess.

Why, did he say

something about me?

Hold on a second, Jenny.

What?

Who's Mark?

Just a boy from school.

Five minutes.

Okay. Bye.

Sorry.

That was my dad.

He's like, "Who's Mark?"

(LAUGHS) So, anyway...

so did he say anything about me?

Hi.

Did you just talk to Lanie?

Yeah.

Who's Mark?

It's just a boy.

Mm-hmm.

How you feeling?

Tired.

(DISPATCH RADIO CHATTER)

(SIREN WHOOPING)

(GUNSHOT) (GRUNTS)

(WINCES)

CAPTAIN:
Do you believe in fate?

I thought I did.

It's a beautiful family.

You got a lot

to be thankful for.

If I were you,

I'd consider myself

the luckiest man on the planet.

Wipe the slate.

Oh, that guy who saved you...

What about him?

You tell me.

He was the only witness

to what really went down.

I don't remember

anything about him.

Really?

Ah, well.

Too bad.

Been meaning to come see you.

Cal, the church isn't just

for the bad times.

Yeah, I know.

What about your nightmares?

Yeah, still having those.

I don't know, Father.

I disrespected

the woman that I love,

violated my oath

to protect and serve.

Just don't know

why I got a second chance.

Or who've I got

to thank for that chance.

This good Samaritan,

I'm sure the good Lord

will cross your paths someday.

I hope so.

Are you still drinking?

No.

I've been sober

for almost two years,

ever since the shooting.

Can't tell you

I'm not craving it, though.

(ROCK N' ROLL PLAYING)

WOMAN:
- Hey, I mean it.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATIONS)

David Callahan?

Yeah?

You don't remember me?

No.

How would I know you?

My name is Sergei,

Sergei Dronov.

I'm sorry.

How do we know each other?

We met once before...

...on the corner

of Water and Frontage.

(GUNSHOTS)

(COUGHS)

MAN:
- Hey!

(GUNSHOTS)

Hey!

Hang in there, buddy.

You're going to be just fine.

My wife, tell her I'm sorry.

Tell her yourself, okay?

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

- Please.

You hear those sirens?

They'll be here any second.

Just hold on, okay?

So why'd you leave?

You just vanished.

I didn't know who you were

or what you were involved in.

I went on TV. I was begging

for somebody to come forward.

Where I come from,

it is best not to get involved

with the police.

I didn't even tell my wife

about what happened that night.

So why now?

Because of this.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yeah? LaRussa.

- Hey, Lieu, it's Cal. You busy?

- No. What's up?

I just got into

a little fender bender.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Hey, I lost the guy's

business card, though.

You got a name?

His name was Sergei Dronov.

Hold on. What? Say it again.

Sergei Dronov.

Dronov. D-R-O-N-O-V, I think.

Yeah, I got it.

I got an address.

It's 423 Gladstone.

Phone number also.

You want it?

SERGEI:

I didn't even tell my wife

about what happened that night.

(DOOR CLATTERING)

(DOG BARKING)

SERGEI:

My daughter Zhanna...

I found this journal when I

was cleaning out her apartment.

Will you help me?

(ZHANNA'S VOICE OVERLAPPING)

I've got to get a job.

The scholarship isn't enough

to support me. Feeling of loneliness.

This is the third time a teacher

asked me why I don't have an accent.

Just because I have

a weird Russian name.

I came here when I was two.

Can't say hello in Russian.

This was the worst date ever.

I have to do better

for Mom and Dad's sake.

These men...

the correct word is these "boys."

I'm such an idiot.

All of us, so young.

They sacrificed everything for me

to have a better life.

Some even younger than me.

What am I thinking?

I want to tell them

to save themselves.

I was not happy about.

Get out.

My mom wouldn't stop crying.

Began writing a paper

for my social

anthropology class.

The assignment was to analyze

a cultural ritual.

I picked a safe topic...

funerals.

But if I had any guts,

I would have written about

how I pay for school.

I take off my clothes for money.

Walking through the curtain

for the first time

was the hardest thing

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