All the king's horses and all the kings men couldn't put Ben back together again.
As if this show would go out with a whimper. Please.
Ben and (…is it Sammy?) pull up at some apartments, guns drawn and sneaking up to the door. Ben gives a shout, busts the door down and we see someone jump out of a window. And that’s when we realize it’s not Sammy, it’s Fergusen, back from getting half of his face shot off in the opener (nice bookends, writers), who runs outside to flank the suspect. Ben looks at him and we freeze.
“After a couple of years on the job every cop has to make a decision about what kind of cop they’re going to be. The time has come for Officer Ben Sherman to decide.” Continue reading
This little guy is right about Title-ist: it IS all about the dimples.
I would recommend to anyone who may have heart issues to take precaution when watching this episode. We open with Lydia and Reuben quietly approaching a dilapidated house with weapons drawn. She spies a door cracked open, and shouts, “Police! Is anybody in here?” before pushing her way inside with a flashlight.
“As cops become more experienced, their confidence inevitably grows. Confidence can leave them to take more risk. That’s when they’re in real danger.” (Uh-oh.) Continue reading
One of these cops is showing his colors, and I don't think it's "blue."
Before any discussion, I just want to state once again how much I love the theme music to this show. I whistle it for days after an episode airs. Just thought I’d share.
We open on someone with bloody knuckles washing their hands in a fluorescent-lit bathroom. The camera pans up and it’s Ben. He looks…checked out. Either that or so utterly filled with despair that he can barely wrap his head around it.
“Cops are often asked if they believe they’re doing God’s work. Officer Ben Sherman is just trying to do the job without losing his soul.” Continue reading
Dynamic Duo is becoming more Apathetic Duo. (Digging the curls, Sammy.)
Split second choices, pre-meditated choices, everything is going to come to a head this week. It’s just been simmering for weeks now, anyway.
Officer Tang, gun drawn, moves through someone’s backyard, heavy with overgrowth. She sees movement on the opposite side of the yard, a good 50 feet off, but it’s hard to see beyond someone with a grey hoodie and a weapon drawn. She fires once (nice shooting, Tex!) drops him, and goes to check him. It’s a kid in a hoodie. With a toy gun down by his knees. Shit. Over the radio we hear, “We have the suspect in custody.” Yeah, we figured this kid wasn’t the person she was looking for.
“LAPD officers start every shift knowing they might only have a fraction of a second to make a difficult choice. The ramifications will last their whole lives.” Continue reading
Cooper explains the rules for the street version of "Eye for an Eye."
No matter how “civilized” we think we’ve become as a society, certain fundamental laws haven’t changed from the early days when we dropped out of trees and started organizing into groups. When you wrong your community, your community will take care of you eventually.
Tang and Coop roll up on a big event at nighttime; there’s a raging fire with cops and firefighters all over the place. Cooper jumps out shouting, “Where is he? Where is he?”
“The City of Los Angeles is made up of over one hundred separate ethnic, racial and religious communities. LA cops have to know how to navigate all of them if they want to survive.” Continue reading