Drop! On the ground! Now! Get down!
C-thru, how many times I gotta tell you?
Firearms and alcohol are a dangerous combination.
See?
Get down on your knees! I said get down on your knees!
C-thru's upgrading his merch.
Some of these might actually shoot.
Vic.
Wish your cock was that big? These are beautiful animals.
I can't believe they let them rip each other apart.
- Just dumb birds, brother. - Man, where they taking them, man?
Three little letters. KFC. Come on, those are my best birds!
Wait! Come on, I can help you, man!
C-thru's small-time. You want guns?
I'll hook you up with the big guy.
Yeah?
Who are we talking about? Call off the butchers, I'll tell you.
Why don't you tell me first?
Pazi Aranbula. Is that big enough for you?
You know where Pazi is? He loves the birds.
I hear he's in town for Dos dias de sangre.
- Two days of blood? - It's a big summer cockfight.
Listen, I get you inside.
You get Pazi.
Last I heard, those pits were filled with Filipinos and Mexicans.
I get some of my best fighters from rednecks in Louisiana.
He'll blend right in. Blow me, chicken man.
Pazi Aranbula.
He is big-time. I'll tell you when and where.
Tony!
Stop!
Tony!
Pazi's a gunrunning scumbag who's wanted by Mexican, federal...
...state and local authorities.
And he's got a 3-million-peso bounty on his head.
3 million pesos? Let me see that.
Vic, you gotta let me go undercover and clean up this grease stain.
Last time I let you go undercover, you got beaten up by a stripper.
I was jumped by her thug boyfriend, and she was a dancer!
Shut up!
Vic, you got a minute?
What's up?
You and I, we've had a rough year.
Yeah, we did.
One bad year out of 20 good years.
That ain't bad.
With those percentages, I'd still be with my first wife.
You're better off with Nancy.
I know.
What's up, Ben?
I was in a hit-and-run tonight.
I think I killed the guy.
You didn't stop?
I got out to check him, and his gangbanger buddy took shots at me.
I panicked and hightailed it.
Man, what am I gonna do?
Tell the truth. If he took shots at you...
Vic, I've been DUI four times.
I got it hushed up.
Word gets out that I killed this guy and ran, nobody's gonna believe I wasn't drunk.
- Christ, Ben. - Imagine me in prison, Vic.
I know as rough as we left it last time...
...you can't want that.
Right?
Can you help an old friend?
Ben, give me the keys.
Shane, tell Cervani repairing this blue Mercedes...
...is a top priority and top-secret.
I want it for tomorrow. Right.
Lem, get Ben home. Okay.
I'll find out who's on the case, make sure they don't find you.
Thanks, Vic.
It was some slide. The impact dragged him 75 feet.
Maybe you ought to call Guinness.
No. The record's over 30 miles.
This isn't even a footnote. Anthony Nunez. Dealer extraordinaire.
Witnesses say he and a friend worked the corner over there.
Where's the friend? Didn't stick around.
- What about the car? - It's a blue Mercedes, four-door.
Witness was vague. "Guy driving.
"Hot little Latin number in the passenger seat. "
High-end sedan.
If it wasn't tricked out, he didn't live around here.
Must've been in a hurry to get home.
- You doing okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.
If you're not ready to go back, I understand.
No, really, I'm okay.
It was just a one-time thing.
I'm fine now. You sure?
I know you're worried because you have to ride with me but I'm okay.
Yeah, it's my life, too, you know.
I know.
So say something that'll make me feel better.
I'm not gonna hang you out.
And?
And I'm gonna speak with my reverend, sort through things...
...but my head is in it...
...100 percent.
Heard you guys scraped a dope-dealer off the pavement over in the Bistro.
Not pretty. Crash-test dummy got an ID?
Can I borrow you? What for?
We got a double homicide in the Grove.
Some morning.
You need me? I can pass the hit-and-run off to Walt.
Just Claudette. I'm going there, too.
Looks like it could be a messy situation.
Come on. We'll ride together.
Still waiting. Yeah.
Victim's name's Anthony Nunez. You know him?
After summer vacation was over, we stopped writing.
That area, he's probably a Toro.
Anything on the driver? White guy. Blue Mercedes.
Senorita in the passenger seat. That's it.
There was a passenger?
Neighbors have seen the car parked in the area, always at night.
Sounds like a little love tryst to me.
Toros do this thing called a toss-and-shoot.
What's that? Toss a rival in front of a moving car...
...he gets hit, they fire off a few rounds...
...scare the driver away, looks like a hit-and-run.
Maybe the driver killed the guy and took off?
Why don't you let me give you a hand with this one?
You want to help me?
Ever since you rolled that serial killer, you're the man around here.
Right.
A C-note says it's a toss-and-shoot.
Someone gonna tell us what's going on?
Can I have your attention, please?
People, please! We need you to listen!
Just give us some time to go inside and determine what happened.
We'll make an announcement when we know something.
Sweet Jesus. What's burning?
Garbage disposal. The motor burned out.
Looks like they were killed with a meat tenderizer.
Killer panicked, tried to dispose of the body.
The victim in the sink is Tonya Cramer.
The other one is her sister, Violet Roosevelt.
Any witnesses? The walls here are pretty thin.
A lot of people heard the screams.
Captain? Yes?
There's someone downstairs who can identify the killer.
Down there.
It's Karen Mitchell. You know her?
I met her a few times during Morgan's re-election campaign.
Karen! Hello.
David.
Morgan couldn't make it? He's in Sacramento.
He asked me to come down and be his eyes and ears.
Of course. So if you need anything, just ask.
I appreciate his help. Yours, too.
This is Maya Duffy. She saw the killer.
- Can you describe him? - His name's Wally Forton. White guy.
He was dating Tonya's daughter.
What happened?
What happened is, they called 911...
...and it took you over an hour to show up.
Over an hour? Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure.
We heard Tonya up there screaming at Wally...
...and she called 911.
And he didn't leave?
No. He went outside, waiting around for like 20 minutes or so...
...and then he went back up, and he killed them!
An hour. Can that be right? I'll review the 911 tapes.
If a black man broke into a white woman's apartment...
...it wouldn't take no hour!
Everybody gets equal treatment from this department.
Why are they dead, then?
Ma'am, come with me, please.
I'll take the statement. Over by the car.
They'll want answers.
And frankly, I think they deserve them.
Come on.
Wally's girlfriend might be in danger. We need to find him, her, or both.
Pulled the dead guy's known associates.
Recognize anyone?
That's the guy right there. He's the one that shot at me.
Jesus Rosales.
Yeah, he's a Toro.
Warrants for possession and intent to sell narcotics.
No wonder he ran.
Can you find him?
Who are you talking to here? Vic, he got a good look at me.
What if he decides I'm his bargaining chip?
We'll make him a better deal.
So...
Were you gonna tell me you were shagging a Latina in the neighborhood?
- I didn't want to get her involved. - She was in the car. She's involved.
Was she driving? No.
It happened just like I said, except she was with me.
Who is she? Sedona Tellez.
I've been...
...seeing her.
- What about Nancy? - We're all perfect?
Dutch-boy's picked up her scent. You'll have to send her away somewhere.
Okay. Good idea.
Vic.
She's not just some lay.
I love her.
Melissa left for the gym, like, about two hours ago.
Was she alone? Yeah.
What about Wally?
Have you seen him? Wally? He's a cutie-pie.
For a white guy.
Know him? Sort of.
I hear them some nights.
Hear them? You know, doing it.
Honey, he's a screamer. He's louder than she is.
I thought they split up, but I guess not.
Where might we find them?
He came about an hour ago looking for her.
I told him that she was at the gym.
Dutch-man.
Our roadkill pissed off a couple of Los Mags a couple of days back.
It's looking like banger payback.
I found her.
Who? The mystery woman.
I talked to a pizza delivery guy.
He's seen a blue Benz on numerous occasions at...
...2538 Mercado Avenue.
Sedona Tellez.
She's our babe.
- What are we waiting for? - I was just there. There's no one home.
But a neighbor swears she jumped into a cab...
...with a bunch of suitcases earlier this afternoon.
This is starting to get interesting. Who knows if it's even the same Benz?
Maybe she just went on vacation.
Or maybe she and the boyfriend skipped town.
Don't worry. I'll get 'em.
Cool.
Pazi's got connections to half a dozen gangs.
Why risk your life to get off a measly misdemeanor?
Those cocks, I hatched them myself.
I raised them. They're all I got.
Okay.
You get me in. Set up a meeting.
Tell Pazi I'll trade feathers for hardware.
Trust me, if Pazi likes your chickens, he'll trade anything to get a hold of 'em.
Good. So we got a plan, all right?
Can I go home now? Am I free?
Let's just say that you're on parole till this thing gets done.
- You understand? - Yeah, okay.
Let's go. I'll teach you everything you need to know in the ring.
Bottled water?
Most important part of their diet. That poison from my tap will kill 'em.
- I hear that, man. - What kind of bird is he?
Kelso. Champion line. Never been cut.
Those three are Boston Round Heads, Solabina...
...and the blinker's a Johnny Jumper.
- Blinker? - Blinker.
Man, that's sick.
You got till tonight. Learn as much as you can.
Pazi'll wanna know how you raised these birds.
Jesus, B-12? Vitamin K supplements?
- They need all this stuff? - If you want 'em to win.
What's his name?
It hurts too much. I stopped naming 'em.
- They're all called "Nugget." - It's not funny. They're innocent creatures.
They are kind of beautiful, aren't they? In a snack food sort of way.
Jesus.
Let's make this easy. Let him go! He didn't do anything.
Look, kids, I'm in no mood to play.
Come on!
Where you going, homes? Back off. I'm a cop. Back off.
If this was a real arrest, you'd have brought more. Let him go.
He'll be out in 12 hours. He's out right now.
Don't do it! It's not worth it!
I don't want to shoot anybody today. That's up to you!
- You gonna kill us all, esse? - No, just the one who wants it first.
Get your hands in the air! Back off!
Back off.
Walk!
Come on!
Witness at Melissa's gym said they left together.
- By force or willingly? - He wasn't sure, just said they were talking.
Karen Mitchell's here. She's only gonna get in our way.
Maybe you could tell her to back off.
- Me? - You said you'd met her a few times.
Rumor is she's Morgan's handpicked successor to run for his seat.
Really?
Which means she would run against you in the primary, but you knew that.
As wedge issues go...
...two dead women is a bad one.
I know you want to catch the killer and cover your ass...
...but this is about catching the killer.
Karen.
I was hoping you had some new information by now.
Unfortunately, no.
- What about the 911 tapes? - They're on the way.
We've been trying to find Melissa Cramer before she gets her own tape.
I'd like to listen to them with you.
Two women are dead, David.
I hope we're not playing politics here.
Jesus, we need your help with something.
Now, we're sorry about your friend, but you gotta know that was an accident.
You dragged him halfway down the block!
I saw your rap sheets.
You and your friend are no saints.
Jesus, you know who we are?
- You're cops. - No, we're not just any cops.
We're good friends to have, Jesus.
You ever get picked up for selling rock, we're the guys to know.
Yeah, if I keep quiet.
If you keep quiet.
Okay.
Good.
You just made a smart decision.
I'll tell you what, Jesus.
I'll write down a number. You get arrested, you can call me anytime.
Jesus Christ!
What did you do?
- What the hell's the matter with you? - I had to.
Put the gun down, Ben!
Relax, Vic.
- We don't have to worry now. - He was cooperating.
Trust him? He was innocent!
- He was a problem! - Jesus Christ, Ben!
What did you do?
Nothing you haven't done.
What? Terry Crowley.
Any bells ringing?
You don't want to say it? Fine. But I helped you get clear on that.
Man. This is your problem.
- It's our problem. - No.
His buddies saw you take this guy away.
Now he's dead.
I picked you for a reason. You've been through this.
Now help me get clear.
I appreciate this, Vic.
Drop this guy in Los Mags' territory, make it look like a gang hit.
That's smart.
When this lands on your desk, bury it.
Look, Vic, I'm sorry about how this went down.
I am.
Now just keep Dutch off my ass, and we're home free.
Vic.
You and me. We're good, right?
No, not today.
That's two for $25 right there, pops.
Yeah, that phone is $10, no problem. I got change for everything.
What can I do for you, officers? Got a complaint about your sale.
What? You've been robbing neighbors...
...and forcing them to buy their property back.
That's a lie. All this here, this is all mine.
Person who complained said differently.
And who was that? Didn't give their name.
They said everyone's scared of you.
- Can you prove all this stuff is yours? - Can you prove that it ain't?
Look, officers, I'm just trying to have a yard sale here.
- There's nothing illegal about that. - There is if you don't have a permit.
City approved. Please, believe it.
- Dookie? - That's me.
Does any of this stuff belong to any of you?
If you speak up, you'll get your stuff back.
Now, if you guys are all done, I've got business to attend to.
I'm gonna be keeping my eye out on you, Dookie.
Stop by anytime. I got great bargains for you two.
Watch it, pops. You touch, you buy. You know the rules.
You kidding me? That's 10%. I do all the work.
I only get 20 percent, Einstein.
10 percent is half my fee.
You're sure about that?
Hey.
This is Jojo Rizal, a bounty hunter.
Bail enforcement agent. Curtis Lemansky.
Jojo's gonna help us with this Pazi deal.
Help? Yeah.
- How'd you like a piece of the bounty? - Cops can't collect bounty, dude.
What if I figured a way around that problem?
What, the problem of us being cops?
You bring me Pazi, I split my fee 50-50.
- No way. - Lem. That's like 400,000 pesos, man.
- That's got to be a couple hundred grand. - Try $50,000.
- $50,000? - That's about right.
Damn. Mexico.
- You know what? It's still worth it. - Forget it, man.
Okay. Hold on one second.
What? I'm looking out for our us.
Can't we do what we're supposed to and then stop?
When you guys figure out who's wearing the pants...
...why don't you beep me?
Your cock's out.
Damn it.
Is that who you see yourself as, a gay man?
Of course not.
I'm just confused. These urges, I can't beat 'em down.
So, what I'm hearing is, you really want to change.
That's why I'm here.
I was ashamed. I didn't know what you'd say.
What's important is your commitment to God...
...to your faith.
I know.
So...
...what can I do?
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
Vic.
I researched our missing femme fatale, Sedona Tellez.
Waste of time, Dutch-boy.
Taggers just found the victim's amigo dead in Los Mag tunnel.
Told you, gang hit all the way. What buddy? Jesus Rosales?
- Yeah. - I've been looking for him.
Stop.
Girlfriend bolts, victim's friend gets hit.
There's something else at play here.
What? Get this.
Sedona Tellez is listed as a CEO of a corporation...
...based in the Grand Cayman Islands.
Its sole purpose?
Buying up real estate right here in Farmington.
You're kidding.
Nope. Not bad for an accountant living in a one-bedroom in Slumtown.
Now this Jesus is dead...
Yeah.
If he was a Toro, I'll start with his crew.
Usually runs with five, six other guys.
How do you know that? I have contacts.
You do? Believe it or not.
And you found all this out since 4:00?
- Pretty good. - Too good, Dutch-boy.
I have a rep to maintain.
You're gonna put me right out of a job.
Go!
Let's go. Come on, come on! Go.
Go, birdie, go.
Let's go! Go!
My God!
Everybody, who's ready for round two? Attaboy!
What a badass.
What, you saw Pazi? No, man, Frank.
I mean, he gets in there, and it's like he's possessed.
It was so goddamn cool. I won $700.
You named him? Frank.
It's just a first name. So Pazi was a no-show?
Gabo heard he's coming tomorrow. You ready for round two, killer?
You're sick, man.
Where's the police? Where? Remain calm. They're coming.
He's back again!
Who's back? Wally Forton!
At this point, it's been 47 minutes since the initial call.
Jesus Christ. Somebody help us!
Unbelievable.
Help us! Mrs. Cramer?
You did this! Mrs. Cramer, are you okay?
How does something like this happen?
It's a manpower issue. Only two units were assigned to that grid.
One responded to a heart attack.
The other was involved in a pursuit.
Why only two units? It's a new policy.
Saturating specific areas with more patrols.
While other areas go unprotected? Not unprotected.
Statistically, it's smart policing.
A larger concentration of units in one area reduces crime by 65 percent...
...while crime in less-patrolled areas only rises 20 percent.
You believe that?
What happened was an anomaly. Tell that to the women's families.
Usually, there's adequate backup.
David has discretion on how his units are assigned.
So, you're the one who's responsible?
You're blaming me for this?
Payback's a bitch. Thanks for tossing me such a softball.
- This policy's your idea. - It's been in place for over six months.
You had no problem sending extra patrols to Latino neighborhoods.
Wait. This isn't my mess. It is now.
So you better fix it.
Vic, good to see you again.
- Business as usual? - For both of us.
Julien, I need a hand.
I need your help with something. I am done helping you.
I keep your secret every day just like I promised, right?
Every time you need something, you gonna twist this screw?
You're gonna help me with somethin' right now...
...or you're gonna see just how hard I can twist.
So this guy just walks into the middle of you and your friends...
...pulls a gun, and walks off with Jesus?
Yeah. Any idea who he is?
Detective? Yeah?
- You're needed out here. - I'm in the middle of something.
Captain said it was important.
I'll be right back.
Where is he? I didn't talk to him.
Just had the message passed to me.
You listen. You listen quick. Los Mags pulled your guy out.
You ID me, you'll be stone dead...
...15 minutes after you leave this station. You hear me?
Vic.
Hope you don't mind if I sit in.
Not at all. Anyway, you were about to describe the guy.
Well? Answer the man.
Didn't get a good look.
What did you see?
- He was wearing Los Mags colors. - Los Mags?
Goddamn gang hit.
Told you it was Boyz N the Hood.
Notice how he couldn't look us in the eye? Kept scratching the top...
- Wagenbach, stop. - He's lying.
An allergy means he's lying? Covering for the Benz guy.
I can't believe this. Give it up already.
Even if you're right, the driver's still witnessed a murder.
I still have to find him, so let me.
Don't need the witness to get the killer.
Vic, follow up your gang lead. I'm gonna track down the driver...
...and his señorita's Cayman Island connections, okay?
Or is that gang-related, too?
Add units 7, 8, and 10.
I don't want anyone to spit in the Grove without hitting a police car.
- And put the riot squad on alert. - We found Melissa Cramer.
Where?
Think she's in on it? I don't know.
Let's hope she's not halfway down the disposal.
Forton brought the woman here two hours ago. They're in Room 19.
He had a bottle of champagne.
To celebrate? Or to tenderize.
Police, freeze! Get your hands where I can see 'em!
My God! Wait a minute! What did we do?
Wally Forton, you're under arrest...
...for the murders of Violet Roosevelt and Tonya Ann Cramer.
Murder? Wait a minute. What? Wally?
They were getting between us, sweetie.
Read him his rights twice!
We're forever, baby! Forever!
They're dead?
Caught the guy? Yeah.
Nasty business down there in the Grove.
Is that a joke? Tell Gilroy I'm not laughing.
What are you talking about? Like you don't know.
Pretend I don't.
Gilroy's diverted manpower to other neighborhoods.
Crime went down everywhere except the Grove.
Now he's letting me swing for the department on these two murders.
- I didn't know. - Now you do.
Tell me something.
What would be in it for someone to buy up property in the Grove?
- Is this a real question? - Pretend it is.
That area's been ignored.
Crime's up. Land's cheap.
Other than that, there's no reason to buy there.
Why? Who's buying up land?
- No one. I'm just asking. - Did Gilroy say something?
- I saw the two of you. - No, it's just a stupid idea.
If I get a good one, I'll let you know.
I was inflicted with homosexual urges, just like you.
I was tested constantly.
I used to think that I was gay, that I had no other choice.
I even cursed God for doing it to me.
You ever heard of sexual reorientation therapy, Julien?
I read an article about it once.
Homosexuality's a disease similar to alcoholism or drug addiction.
Church offers programs to combat these compulsions.
Through discipline, through treatment...
...the urges can be suppressed, eliminated.
Really? I'm married to a beautiful woman.
I have a child on the way.
And my wife and I both lead a fulfilling spiritual life.
Is it that simple? No.
It takes hard work, commitment, God's help...
...but I'm finally happy.
It's really a matter of what you want to do.
I don't want to feel like dying. Jesus wants you to live, Julien.
- I'm tired of living like this. - You don't have to anymore.
Shit! Come on, now! Come on!
Come on, man. Get right on top of it!
Right there. Come on! No!
Sweet Jesus, just grab it right now. Underneath!
No! Don't you understand? Come on! Sweet Jesus! God!
What the hell happened? You lost, esse.
He's all right, man. I tell you he is. All good.
Shane, I'd like you to meet Pazi.
Gabo tells me you're interested in making a trade.
Yeah, that's right.
He was impressive.
He's dead. He's mismatched against the Jumper.
It's how he died that counts.
Man, he died good.
You gonna hook me up with some firepower, or what?
Let me see your other birds, Gomer. Then we'll talk.
What's your grain mixture?
16 percent protein, 10 percent whole corn, and...
...9 percent scratch grain.
That's good.
These all you brought? I got more back at the motel.
Got some Polaroids there on the front seat, if you want to see them.
Hold it! Drop it, esse.
Easy!
Drop it! Man, what are you thinking?
Get your hands where I can see 'em.
Dude! What are you doin'?
Thought chloroform was supposed to knock him out.
Guess this works better.
We should've waited 'till he showed us guns, then arrest him!
We take this guy in, his case'll be tied up in court.
I say we turn him over to the Mexicans where he'll be hung by his balls.
And if we make a few pesos in the process, so be it.
We said we were gonna play this one straight!
We changed our mind.
Excuse me.
Vic?
You manipulated police resources to crash land value in this neighborhood?
These flats have been spiraling down for years, Vic.
Your mistress has been buying up property in this area...
...like she's Disney.
But it's not for her. It's for you.
Two women are dead because of your little scam.
And that banger. He had it coming.
You playing violins for these dope dealers now?
What's phase two? Send me and the boys in to clean up the area...
...and then sell it at a profit?
You and your boys never supplement your income?
Look around, Ben. Where's the good in what you're doing?
The good is, I'll cut you in.
Where's your girlfriend?
At the Gardner Bungalows, overlooking Sunset.
- Just like the old days. - When do I start getting my paydays?
Soon.
Real soon.
Hasta la vista, amigo.
Different kind of cockfighting where you're headed.
Yeah, you said it.
You lied to me, man!
I'm not doing anything Vic wouldn't do.
I'm just branching out.
I said, you lied to me, Shane! This is $25,000, brother!
$10,000 for you, $10,000 for me, and $5,000 for Vic, 'cause he's Vic.
- What about Ronnie? - Screw Ronnie.
If you don't want it, I'll split your share between me and Vic.
You do this to me again, I'm gonna kick your redneck ass.
Don't even give me that look, bro.
I spoke to my reverend. Good for you. Did it help?
God has a plan for me. I'm gonna start this program...
...where I'm gonna be taught how to reconnect with women.
God's gonna make you straight?
God's offering me a cure.
It's sexual reorientation therapy.
It really works.
You give me back my microwave, and I'm not kidding, mister.
Being on welfare don't make you special. You got to pay like everybody else.
I am not scared of you! What's the problem?
He keeps takin' our stuff and make us buy it back!
- That is my microwave! - No, it ain't.
Do you have any proof? A receipt, anything?
Sure! After he stole it the last time, I carved my initials on the back.
E.B. That's me, Emily Berry.
Officer, she's lying. E.B. stands for "excellent buy. "
See, I mark all my best stuff like that.
How about my picture frame? That's not yours.
But you can get it for $10, though.
If that's your picture frame...
...how come that's me and my granddaughter?
Dookie, you want to turn around?
There's gotta be some misunderstand...
Let's go! Come on, grandma.
No love in the hood for me? No, go.
All right, everybody! Show's over! Come on.
Take what belongs to you, and just go on home.
Anybody seen my waffle iron?
Come with me. What's the matter?
Someone leaked the 911 tapes.
Shit. All over the press.
Situation's brewing. Bad?
When we get there, you do all the talking.
Coming from you, a plea for peace will sound more...
Black?
What'd you get on Gilroy? Checked the hideaway.
And? Mistress never checked in.
- Another lie? What's he doing? - Maybe he stashed her some place else.
- Or slashed her some place else. - Jesus Christ.
I took him for a quiet drunk. Worry about quiet ones.
He can't see a way out. He just needs to calm down.
If that doesn't work, then what? He's got you on the hook for that murder.
Yeah. It's me. Where are you?
- Still at work. - But dinner's almost ready.
I'm gonna have to miss dinner. Vic...
I'm sorry.
You're kidding. Sweetie, I can't make it.
But Ben's already here.
What? Look at the bowl I made in class.
Gilroy's there? In a second, kids.
You invite him to dinner, now you're not even gonna show?
- Let me talk to him. - Corrine...
Buddy. Gotta stop working so hard.
- What are you doing at my house? - This case is a dead-end.
Ben, what are you doing?
Why'd you go looking for that girl? You lied to me. Is she still alive?
We were back in business. Should have just left it alone.
I'll leave it alone now, Ben.
No, you won't, Vic. I know you.
Come see the bowl I made. Okay.
Ben, this is between you and me. You leave my family out of this!
You should have left Sedona out of it.
You gotta spend more time with your family.
- You tell him. - You'll lose 'em before you know it.
Ben, you think about what you're doing.
- Here I come, doll. - No!
No, no!
Goddamn it! Sheriffs can get before us.
911 for no one! Where were the cops?
Friends, friends! Listen. I know you're angry.
This is a serious problem. Not a problem when it's Beverly Hills.
And it won't be a problem here again. You have my word.
Ain't no hour wait in Bel Air.
We must resolve it peacefully. Detective Wyms is right.
Violence will only undermine what we need to do here.
What we need is new cops. What we need...
What we need is a new plan, one that will protect all of you.
All units, pull back now!
Get the riot squad down here!
Get them down here now!
Are you okay?
What's going on? They practically broke in.
Where are the kids? Here.
What's going on? Why are sheriffs here?
- Where's Gilroy? - He left. He said he'd take a rain check.
Okay, thanks, fellas. I appreciate it.
Come on. Let's go. I'll walk you out.
Daddy's okay.
Pack bags for you and the kids, now! You can't stay here.
What? This is our house!
- It isn't safe. - Why not?
- I'll explain it later. - Explain now!
Corrine, don't ask questions, just do it!
Come on. Come on!
He crossed the line, man.
He's done.
Daddy.
Where are we going? It's okay, sweetie.
We're just gonna take a little trip.
Riot guard! Let's go, let's go!
Move! Come on!
Let's move. Let's move!
Pull back! Everybody pull back!