Dr. Merrill Matthews: It says here that this is your last session.
Dr. Merrill Matthews: How do you feel about the shooting?
Ofcr. Ben Sherman: ...I'm okay with it... I didn't... enjoy it; it was unavoidable. Some guys, they work twenty years, they never have to shoot anybody... It's - it's weird, how much it means to guys like that... I'm okay with it.
Dr. Merrill Matthews: Good... good.
Ofcr. John Cooper: Bein' from Beverly Hills and all, you must have been in *lots* of therapy.
Ofcr. Ben Sherman: Yeah, it's definitely not my first time at the rodeo.
Ofcr. John Cooper: [watching Sherman text messaging] You like that thing? Text all your little buddies? I don't get it... I want *less* ways for people to reach me, not more.
Ofcr. John Cooper: Sir - your car was stolen?
Dante Johnson: Yeah - Azure got jacked; playoffs comin' up, dude - I can't be in that kind o' trouble.
Ofcr. John Cooper: Could you be more specific?
Dante Johnson: Went out last night, hit some places... came home, some people came to chill. Bentley Azure got jacked.
Ofcr. John Cooper: So you wanna file a police report for a stolen vehicle?
Dante Johnson: You ever go for some... strange?
Ofcr. John Cooper: 'Scuse me?
Dante Johnson: [leading Cooper and Sherman into his ornate dining room] Aiight, aiight - c'mere... c'mere - I'm married, aiight? My wife is in St. Bart's with Dante Jr. - she has this dog, a Great Dane. I don't give a - - about the car; insurance'll cover it - but you gotta get me the dog back. Now, she comes home tomorrow; gotta get me the dog. I got some pictures of it somewhere around here.
Ofcr. John Cooper: Sir - do you or do you not want to file a police report?
Dante Johnson: I'm married, motherf- - ; I can't be filin' no report!
Ofcr. John Cooper: ...So women took the car.
Dante Johnson: Yeah, women took the car.
Ofcr. John Cooper: And you don't wanna file a report.
Dante Johnson: You ain't listenin', bra! Protect and serve, motherf- - ! You got somethin' against me? I got rights.
Ofcr. John Cooper: Sir... you have to file a police report; we're not private detectives.
Dante Johnson: Aiight... aiight, aiight - I got a better idea. I go *with* you - we go lookin' around. I got some ideas where the bitches be at. Wait here - lemme change, aiight? Ten, fifteen minutes.
[after Dante leaves, Sherman looks down at the floor, and motions to Ccoper to do the same; they observe in disbelief two girls in a swimming pool under the dining room's glass floor]
Responding Officer: So I guess this is suspicious death, right?
Ofcr. John Cooper: No... no, it's not a "suspicious death"; this isn't a friggin' Agatha Christie novel! There's accidental death, there's suicide, and then there's homicide - *this* is homicide. He's goin' in for murder.
Ofcr. John Cooper: What the hell are you doing? People become cops for two reasons - all right, they need the paycheck, or they like to carry a big gun and tell people what to do. All right, now you - you surely don't need the money. I don't think you're a freak... so what the hell are you doin' here?
Ofcr. Ben Sherman: I'm a cop, same as you're a cop.
Ofcr. John Cooper: Oh, bull- - , Richie Rich. When I joined, this was the only job I could get makin' thirty thou a year. It's better than diggin' ditches.
Ofcr. Ben Sherman: All right, all right, no - you wanna know? All right, I was ten - my mom, she's a little, uh... she's a little fragile. My dad walks out on her... and these drug dealers that he represented, they broke into the house. They beat the hell out of her - I mean, just... I went to defend her, and they knocked out my teeth. And after that, I... I had some trouble sleeping, so... so I learned to shoot, right? End of story. Now will you get off my back?
Ofcr. John Cooper: ...My old man was a bigger ass- - than that.
Ofcr. Ben Sherman: Is he dead?
Ofcr. John Cooper: Nope...
Ofcr. John Cooper: [laughing quietly] No, he's, uh... he's around. He's in prison.
[Sherman stares in surprise at Cooper]
Ofcr. John Cooper: He raped and murdered someone... You have a good night.