There’s a common saying among LAPD officers…leave the job in the locker with your uniform. It’s easier said than done.

A cop leaving the job at work? Ignore the druggies, pimps, and punks walking the streets beside you and your family? Not a chance. And Sammy was a perfect example last night when he left his post as a personal bodyguard to head into a volley of gunfire, an act that garnered him the unwanted attention of LA’s always out of control paparazzi.

Once a cop always a cop is a saying that rings true to nearly everyone who’s worn a badge. There’s a pull toward the duty that’s nearly as strong as the gravity that holds our feet snugly to the ground. Rarely does a day go by when I don’t examine vehicle license plates for signs of tampering or expired stickers, or damaged steering columns, a clear indication that the car is stolen. I see officers on the side of the highway conducting traffic stops and I feel the urge to pull over in case they need back up.

This incessant need to “police” used to drive my wife absolutely bonkers. Once, while watching TV in the comfort of our home, I heard a bit of commotion outside. I let it go at first, thinking perhaps a group of teens having a good time were passing by. But when I saw the familiar staccato blinking of blue flashing through our curtains, well, I had to see what was going on. A traffic stop, maybe?

I stepped out onto the front porch and saw three patrol cars idling in the street. Blue lights flashing and spotlights trained on a man standing on the front porch of our across-the-street neighbors, a very sweet elderly couple. He was shirtless and held a large revolver in his right hand. He was yelling obscenities and occasionally pointed the gun at the residents who were seated side-by-side in a porch swing. I recognized the man as someone I’d arrested a few times in the past for disorderly behavior. He was a military veteran who lived with one too many ghosts inside his head and seemed to find drugs and alcohol as the best means of keeping those demons in check. Normally, when he was high, he walked the streets scaring little old ladies and small children. This time, though, he’d wandered onto the property of two people who thought going to the doctor was an exciting outing. They were beyond frightened.

The patrol officers on the scene were all young and fairly inexperienced, but were using every single tactic they’d learned in the police academy to get the crazy guy to put down his weapon and surrender to them. Nothing was working, though.

I went back inside to grab my pistol, which I shoved inside the waistband of my shorts (remember, I was at home watching TV), and headed across the street, where I promptly walked past the officers and up onto the porch where I calmly asked the man for the gun he was waving around. He recognized me and immediately handed the weapon to me, and then started blubbering like a baby. I walked him back to the police officers who handcuffed him and carted him off to jail. Me, I was back in my easy chair in time to see the end of my show.

Yes, it’s in our blood. We bleed blue.

Now, on to the story. This episode, directed by Regina King (Lydia), was one of the best episodes of Southland to date. In fact, it just may be the best. The cast was superb, and, in fact, they delivered a flawless performance last night. Speaking of flawless performances, an Emmy nod to Michael Cudlitz for his work over the past couple of years would certainly be appropriate and well-deserved.

Cooper (Michael Cudlitz) and his former TO, played by Gerald McRaney of Simon and Simon and Major Dad fame, sit in a bar having a cold one. Cooper sees his former mentor as a lonely ex-cop who’s grown older, yet still misses the job he can longer work. Coop sees visions of becoming that empty shell of a cop, and it’s hitting him like a ton of bricks. He knows he’s a few steps from pulling the pin (retirement) and the thought is leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

– Ben and Brooke are out for a night on the town and she’s a bit anxious that Ben has a gun concealed under his jacket. Well, a gun is like an extra appendage to a cop. You feel naked without it. But, what’s no big deal to a police officer can sometimes be off-putting to a civilian.

Speaking of plainclothes, Ben runs into one of his former buddies, a drug dealer, and introduces Brooke as his girlfriend, a moniker she seemed to enjoy. Ben realizes that his former pot dealer is making far too much money to be in a legitimate business, so he whispers that news to the narcs who later move in for a big bust that’s worthy of a celebration. The bust was so big that it sparks a notion in Ben’s head that he should take the detective’s test, a notion that Sammy, a former detective himself, thinks is a bit absurd.

– We learn that Lydia has been corresponding (while off duty) with a guy who’s serving time on death row, and, she’s promised him that she’d show up for a visit on the day of his execution. But, always the good investigator, Lydia’s motive was to hopefully get the condemned man to confess to additional murders and learn the location of the bodies. Turns out that her off-duty letter writing paid off. A brilliant piece of acting by Regina King, by the way.

– Dewey engages in a foot pursuit that lands him with one foot in the grave. The exertion stops his heart and Cooper immediately starts CPR, an act that saved Dewey’s life…as he’s apparently done several times before. Each stone that’s unturned in this episode is another notch in Cooper’s belt, a step closer to retirement. Everything he does is a reminder that he’s one of the “old guys” who’s been there/done that time and time again.

Dewey’s scenes sometimes give us a much-needed break from the building tension this show always delivers. His obnoxious behavior and rude and lewd comments take us out of the moment just long enough to catch our breath before heading to the next cliff.

– Sammy’s ex, Tammi, is pursuing her abuse complaint against him, which has now been handed over to Internal Affairs. Things aren’t looking too sporty for Sammy, who’s coming unglued, piece by piece. Ben has made it clear that he “has Sammy’s back,” meaning that he’ll lie for  him if that’s what it takes to get him off the hook.

But Ben has his own troubles. He can’t seem to veer off the path of self-destruction. In many ways, he and Cooper are a lot alike. after all, Cooper trained him, right?

Ben is an arrogant narcissist who’s determined to take himself down. He’s so into himself that he brushes off Sammy’s need for a true friend. And, he’s so not in control of his own zipper that he practically chases after any female who shows him the slightest bit of attention, like the woman he met during the arrest of her brother. It is so uncool to become romantically involved with people connected to criminal cases you’re involved in. Not cool at all. Sooner or later it will bite Ben on the rear. It always does (in real life).

– Cooper injures his back again, slightly. But it’s the fear of injuring it permanently that hurt the most. He doesn’t want to leave police work, and a permanent back injury would most certainly seal the deal.

The cast dealt with several demons last night. Demons that live in the far corners of their minds, constantly scratching and clawing at the inside of their skulls, wanting out. And, it’s all the Southland crew can do to keep those monsters inside. I guess the big question is, who will be the first to let one loose, and what hell will they pay for doing so…

*Favorite line from the show – “I’m all over this b***h like a fat kid on a cupcake.” ~ Dewey

They say that working for the LAPD is a ticket to the greatest show on earth. But it isn’t always easy to get to the front row.

If you’ve ever been to a large circus, those with three rings of action all going at once, along with trained horses, camels, and elephants circling the perimeter while high-stepping, dancing, and prancing, then you should be able to picture what it’s like work as a patrol officer in any one of America’s cities.

A typical eight or twelve-hour shift sends officers responding to call after call after call. While some are quite serious, others barely rate a response from emergency first responders. But, officers go and they do what it takes to close the file, even if that means conducting a brief “hand-holding” session to calm the fragile nerves of a frightened elderly person with failing eyesight and a limited ability to hear. Of course, the next call could be an ax murder or the bombing of a public building, which sends officers into “high-alert” mode, switching personality and demeanor instantly, from calm and cool peacemaker to real-life action hero who runs into gunfire in order to save lives and protect the innocent.

It’s that sort of circus that plays out day after day, night after night, 365 days a year, in every city, town, village, county, and state across our vast country. Officers everywhere respond to one call after another, practically nonstop, darting from street to street, zig-zagging from neighborhood to neighborhood, and often without so much as a spare moment to enjoy popcorn, peanuts, or Crackerjacks.

Last night’s episode of Southland was, of course, typical Southland, with actors portraying police work in its true form—raw, gritty, and not a single tick short of emotional.

– Ben’s new girlfriend, “Teacher Brooke” may be just what Ben needs to reel him in, back to a lighter side of life.  In the scenes where she appeared with him, the skies above actually seemed brighter. And she’s lasted longer than Ben’s typical single night “notch on the bedpost” date, so that’s a good thing. However, the idea that Ben has accepted a role in another TV series doesn’t make Southland fans feel comfortable about seeing a season 6 in the lineup. We’ll see.

– Sammy is grasping at straws, doing whatever he thinks will help him in his quest to hang on to parental rights of little red-headed Nate. But a court evaluator’s inspection of the home isn’t too favorable. She cites a hot water issue that needs immediate attention and tells Sammy to find the money to take care of it. I’m sure she had no clue that in a few short hours he’d do just that…”find” some extra cash. Sure, it was stolen loot, but Sammy’s thinking it’ll spend just as easily as any other cash. I did, however, think the writers could have come up with a better problem than water that’s too hot, because all Sammy would have to do to correct the problem is to turn down the temperature on the hot water heater. Cost…$0.

Gas water heater thermostat control. Electric heaters also have a similar control.

– Lydia. Poor, dear, Lydia. The father of her baby suddenly wants to play Father Knows Best and be a part of the child’s life. Well, he didn’t want to when things were going well at home. However, now that his current wife has discovered what a “ho” he really is she wants a divorce. So he goes running back to Lydia, spouting, “I’ve always loved you.” Well, it sure looks as if what he loves is not being alone, which seems to be a discreet back-story in this episode. And, for whatever sad or unfortunate reason, many real-life cops often find themselves in lonely, desperate situations.

Loneliness can be a very real part of the territory that comes with an officer’s job, a job that many civilians complain about, know nothing about it, yet, wouldn’t do it themselves. Especially for low wages and crappy hours. Just last night in Savannah, Ga., officers were forced to engage in a shootout with a suspect after a long, high-speed pursuit. One officer, a female officer, was wounded by the suspect’s gunfire. Starting salary for Savannah officers…a little over $15 per hour. Garbage truck driver in the same area, $16.90 per hour.

– Dewey is conducting a welfare check (officers are often called to check on people who haven’t answered phone calls or their door(s) when family and/or friends try to contact them—welfare checks). So, in the course of looking for the “missing” person, he, Cooper, and Hank discover a vat of stewing human remains (bones, etc.). And, they believe that someone possibly murdered homeowner, Ted. They call in the detectives to begin an investigation. Lydia and Ruben catch the call, and set out to do a bit of clue and fact-finding.

Turns out that Ted faked his own death only to turn up later in the show. Of course, Lydia and Ruben arrest him and he immediately argues that it’s not illegal to fake your own death. Well, it is…sort of. An adult certainly has a right to disappear, but cannot change his/her name without doing so legally. And, pretty much anything you do to cover your tracks would be illegal as well (fraud). And, to stage a false murder is against the law.

– Cooper and Hank seem to catch more than their fair share of odd calls, from a man butchering a goat in a bathtub, to another man using a slingshot to break storefront windows. The glass-breaker told Coop, after he was caught in the act, that he did it to feel “new,” since his life had become stagnant. It was a thrill for him to do something exciting.

An argument between a prostitute and her pimp/boyfriend occurs at the rear of Coop and Hank’s patrol car. During a pat-down search for weapons, Coop and Hank joke around, sounding a bit like game show announcers. Well, yes, officers do sometimes joke around like that. Dumb? A bit silly? Sure, but it helps to offset the extreme seriousness that comes with the job. You absolutely cannot talk about dead bodies, wife beaters, and child abusers all day, everyday. If so, a lot more officers would probably drive down a dead end road to stick a gun barrel against the roof of their mouths. Ya’ gotta laugh sometime.

Cooper and Hank also respond to a call where it’s believed that an elderly man has committed suicide. Cooper finds the guy sitting outside, with a slight bullet wound to the side of his head (he chickened out at the last minute—not uncommon). The man tells Cooper that his wife is no longer around and the deafening quiet of an empty house is more than he can bear. He misses her and the sound of her footsteps as she moved from one room to another. Familiar sounds are comforting. In true cop style and humor, Cooper suggests the man install carpet. Great line.

Ben and Sammy respond to a “211” call. I’m not from LA, but I assume a 211 is code for a robbery, possibly even a silent alarm relating to a robbery/hold up. They spot the car involved in the crime and begin a pursuit (I believe this was bases on a real case). The driver of the car starts tossing wads of cash out of the window, which brings dozens of people into the streets to snatch up as much of money as they can possibly grab, a tactic to slow the pursuing police car. While in pursuit and dodging money-grabbing people, some folks toss “liquids” at the patrol car, soaking both Ben and Sammy. Typical of people who hate cops. I’ve had citizens pelt my car with rocks and bottles as I drove through not-so-nice areas of the city. I’ve also discovered bullet holes in fenders. That sort of thing just makes you feel absolutely unappreciated and unloved. But I’m certain the little darlin’s mean well. Bless their hearts.

Okay, back to Sammy and Ben, who’re now in foot pursuit of the robber who’s still tossing cash around like confetti. Ben chases the guy onto a train, but Sammy didn’t make it inside before the doors closed and the train pulled away. Ben is forced to confront the guy one on one. He has the guy cornered and orders him to the ground with his arms out to either side. That’s the correct procedure. After that, though, this one fell apart.

Ben had the guy down on the floor, with his head toward Ben. Wrong. The guy should have been made to face away from Ben. And what happened next was quite predictable. Ben had to step across the bad guy’s outstretched arms, and the crook took advantage of the weak, exposed moment. He grabbed Ben and the two went at it like MMA stars in the octagon.

Ben, however, did what any fit cop would’ve done…he fought like his life depended on it, and it did. In those situations you do whatever it takes to survive. If that means to bash the guy’s head against every wall, floor, ceiling, and railing in the place, well, then, so be it. The name of the game is to SURVIVE to live another day.

When the scuffle was over and Ben snapped the cuffs in place, he made his way to a seat and and practically melted into it as the train’s passengers sat there staring at him in near disbelief at what they’d just seen. I can assure you that Ben’s reaction was quite normal, and he played the part superbly. After a serious battle to gain control of a combative suspect, especially when you’re alone without backup, it is extremely taxing on your nerves and muscles. You’re suddenly very weak as the adrenaline rush dissipates. Your legs and arms feel like rubber bands. Your hearing is dull, and your eyesight a bit dim. Hands tremble and breathing is slow to return to its normal state. You feel your heart thumping against the inside of your rib cage. And all you’re thinking at the moment is…I survived.

As usual, we see the Southland officers at the end of their shift. The excitement is gone, the nerves and adrenaline in check, and calm has been restored. The job is over and behind them, until tomorrow.

Sammy calls the plumber to let him know to start work on his hot water troubles. He’s suddenly found enough cash to cover the cost. Unfortunately, the cash he “found” was from the robbery earlier in the day. Sammy had apparently joined the crowd, doing a little “cash grabbing,” himself. This act just may come back to bite him on the rear, especially if the plumber does his banking at the place from where the money was taken. Oh what a tangled web we weave when little Sammy practices to deceive.

It’s business as usual with Cooper. He’s home alone, having a drink when he discovers the slingshot the suspect used to break the storefront windows. So, for kicks, he uses it to fire something at an empty bottle, breaking it. Coop lets out a little chuckle. Maybe the act of breaking glass is a bit exciting after all. At the very least, it delivered a smile at the end of very long day, and the beginning of what would surely be a long, lonely night in Southland…

Oh, Coop’s opening shower scene. I’ll say this about Cudlitz, he has real talent, and guts. There aren’t many actors out there who’re are both willing and able to smile twice at once—one horizontal and one vertical. No “butts” about it…

*By the way, this week was the second time in as many weeks that some officers around the country took offense at the opening voice-over. I was swamped with messages about it. To imply that the LAPD is the greatest department (show) on earth is insulting to officers everywhere. I believe I’d think twice before offending police officers a third time, since they’re a large part of the show’s following. I’m just saying.