Previously on "Major Crimes"...
Heroin found underneath the baby's car seat.
3-year-old boy went to the hospital... D.O.A.
Tamika Weaver was talking to someone on a pre-paid cell
before she and her baby were shot to death.
I don't know how many times I gotta tell y'all
I don't know nothing. I'm hoping that telling
John Barnes his son is dead will make him more cooperative.
Can't be true! Stop lying to me!
You ever hear of the Reese murders?
Our victims were shot with the same gun that killed
Officer Reese and D.D.A. Gray?
We found the murder weapon in the altar of your church.
My god. You found the gun.
Hickman perjured himself on the stand.
He lost us the murder case of an L.A. cop.
He was Mike's partner.
You don't know anything we don't know!
I know the guy Emile's living with runs a chop shop.
Buddha, I presume. We have a consent form
allowing us to search your house.
For what? Emile Fisher.
Oh, no. What happened?
Emile was murdered. That's what happened.
You rolling, Buzz?
Yes, sir. That's what the little red light means.
Buzz, over here. In addition to the syringe,
we've got a burnt spoon...
A lighter.
Your standard everyday cook set.
Heroin sold separately.
And who do we know selling heroin?
Let's have S.I.D. put a rush
on printing everything in this house.
Tao says murder,
but the guy could've offed himself.
Captain, looking through the auto body shop,
not only is Buddha taking cars apart,
he's put 'em together again with secret compartments.
Another friend of the 28th Street Bloods
in the drug trade.
Buddha also uses a pre-paid cell.
Does his number show up on Tamika's cell?
No, ma'am, but we found a box
full of used pre-paids in the garage.
He could be cycling through them.
Steph, if you would ask Chief Howard
to expedite and do the searches on those phones, please.
All right, no evidence of forced entry.
Do we have any idea where our homeowner Buddha was
- this afternoon? - He said he was at work.
His workers confirmed that, of course.
What does it matter where Buddha was?
He could've left Emile with a hot shot.
The guy sticks himself and dies while the killer is miles away.
So what if Buddha was the third guy in the car
during the murder of Reese?
Um, Emile comes here from prison,
and who drops him off? Mark Hickman.
Buddha freaks and says,
"what are you doing hanging out with that cop?"
And Emile says, "he's been all over me about the third guy."
Who we could still arrest for the murder
of Officer Reese?
Emile snitched before.
He just spent over 24 hours with the L.A.P.D.
So we thought Emile was afraid of prison.
Maybe it was Buddha. Bring Buddha downtown.
See where he was during Tamika's murder.
No fresh injection points,
other than the one that killed your victim.
So he wasn't a habitual user?
Well, not recently.
I found patches of scarring on both arms,
but from the looks of them, many years old.
- Cause of death? - Too much of a bad thing.
But that's unconfirmed until I open him up.
What about murder?
A spoon, a needle, and a lighter beside him?
No signs of struggle. Maybe it wasn't intentional,
but looks like the guy killed himself.
Someone could've given him bad dope, ma'am.
That's difficult to prove in here.
Is it possible he was unconscious
- when the drug was administered? - Oh. Sure.
I could look for knockout agents if you want.
I'll start with the old standards...
ketamine, GHB, Rohypnol. If you find one of those,
let me know immediately, doctor, thank you.
Well, we may not have all the answers,
but I think we do have better questions.
- Such as? - How could there be no fingerprints
on the syringe we found by Emile?
Not even his own.
And why did S.I.D. find residue of corn starch
near the chair in which he died?
Just like the corn starch we found on the murder weapon.
And on the heroin in Tamika's car.
Those are good questions.
L.A. clear's phone dump also shows that
whoever called Tamika right before she died
also called Emile an hour after we released him.
And we still have no idea who this person is?
Unfortunately, no,
which is another of our better questions.
But hearing Emile and Tamika maybe both spoke
to the same person right before they died
got us a warrant. We're set up on the mystery phone,
but it's turned off, battery out.
Well, maybe the owner will turn it back on.
And leave it on for at least an hour
so it pops back up online? I don't like the odds.
We could get lucky.
We've been conspicuously short of luck lately.
Where were Dennis and Daniel Price yesterday?
Reverend Price was at the church preparing
for the funeral of Tamika and her son.
His brother Dennis was with him the whole time.
Also, Mark Hickman's hanging out at the church parking lot.
But he's not been lonely since Emile's release.
There's been over 100 people that have come and gone.
A reverend cop killer could've arranged a hit
through any one of them, ma'am.
Yeah, like he arranged the murder of D.D.A. Gray
when he was away at county.
Captain, a delicate proposition.
Since we're checking people's alibis
for when Emile died,
our last good question might be,
where was Mark Hickman?
You know...
I really think Amy has the best chance
of getting anything out of Mark.
Um, she's the only one here who he doesn't know personally.
And you and I have things to discuss later.
All right, Amy.
First, tell Hickman that Emile killed himself.
When he argues it was murder, ask for his alibi.
- Will do, Captain. - Thank you.
What does Buddha say about all these cars in his shop
with no owners?
None of the vehicles were reported stolen,
and some of the parts that were replaced were of...
Dubious origin.
And you might be surprised to learn
that all those cars were charitable donations
to the salvation community church,
and Buddha and his team were repairing them for resale.
Take a seat.
Now what's this about? Where's Emile?
Emile... he's a good friend of yours?
When we were kids, people used to mess around with him.
Easy Emile, he was soft on the outside.
So I stood up for him. Then he got into drugs.
I got into cars. Didn't see him around as much.
Even though you were in the same gang?
No, no, I was never jumped in.
I was more like gang-adjacent.
Of course, now I'm a devout Christian.
Yeah. With a prescription for pot.
It's kind of funny.
Guy named Buddha finding Jesus.
Yeah. Yeah, he found Jesus, all right.
Found him in one of those secret compartments
- he builds into cars. - Why did you put up Emile
when he got out of prison,
if you two went your separate ways?
Look, it wasn't like there was exactly a welcoming party
for him returning back to the neighborhood.
So I figured, I'd put him up for a bit.
Yo, where is he?
When was the last time you saw him?
Yo, how long you gonna keep doing this?
Do I have to get a lawyer?
'Cause when people read me my rights,
-I get a little antsy. -You want us to arrest you?
For what?
Look, yesterday, I saw Emile.
He came around the job around 2:00,
asking for some money... and I gave it to him.
What? He did something stupid with it?
Well, that depends on what you think of as stupid.
We found Emile in your house early last night, dead,
with a needle next to him.
Emile dead? From dope? No.
No, I don't believe it.
Yeah? Well, you better believe it.
Emile is dead, and do you have any idea
where his heroin might've come from?
No. No, I don't know anything about any heroin.
You drive in sundays for services at salvation community?
Pick up a little uncut dope from your minister?
And then leave it for your snitching friend
to shoot up?
Tamika Weaver. You know her?
From the old neighborhood?
Emile tell Tamika stuff you didn't want anyone to know?
Like where you were when Officer Reese was murdered?
I see this is gonna be a long day.
Let's get the lawyers in here. How 'bout that?
Oh, uh, Captain. Bad news. Another shooting?
No, no, I, uh, I left a flag on her name.
Rusty's mother's just been arrested by Hollywood.
Driving the car her boyfriend used in the armed robbery.
Oh, my god.
What else can go wrong?
Tamika's funeral isn't till tomorrow.
And, uh, you look... tired.
Maybe you should head back to your boat.
Can't.
Every time this case gets hot again,
my wife ends up banishing me to the house.
Because she doesn't like thinking about
you and Rachel Gray?
Mm.
I don't like thinking about Rachel either.
But I can't help it. My wife knows it.
We go a few weeks, a few months, a year,
and this case pops up and suddenly, she's all,
"how could you have done this to us?
You're choosing a dead woman over me."
Before you know it, I'm out on my ass till we make up.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Did you hunt me down to talk about my marriage?
No.
I'm here to tell you Emile died last night.
Ah, damn it.
You guys had to let him go, huh?
- Was he murdered? - Overdosed.
Overdosed, bullshit. He didn't overdose.
- Dr. Morales said that... - Reverend Trigger had Emile killed.
- Daniel Price was in the church... - No. I'm telling you, he ordered it.
While Emile was shooting himself up and so was his brother.
You found the gun at his altar. Listen to me! And they both have airtight...
what more do you need?
Do you think Price is just suddenly gonna break down
and name the third man?
You don't even know if there was a third guy in that car.
Yes, I do know. I do! I just can't prove it.
Where did Emile get killed? At Buddha's house?
Yeah.
Since you're sure it was murder, let me ask.
Where were you yesterday afternoon between the hours...
will you stop acting like an affirmative action hire
and focus on finding the actual bad guy?
Tell me, Amy. Amy!
Who in the Bloods puts up an established snitch
in their guest room?
Buddha did that... out of what?
The kindness of his heart?
- Where's he right now? - In custody,
but he has an alibi for Emile's T.O.D. Do you?
You're looking at me like a suspect now?
If you're really looking at this like a murder, why not?
- Wow. - Maybe you brought up a third guy
- just to throw suspicion off yourself. - Sure.
Maybe you killed Tamika and planted the weapon
in the church to frame reverend Price.
Or maybe Rachel Gray woke up one morning and recognized
you were out of your mind, so you shot her to death.
Or maybe you don't need a motive, Mark,
because you're just that unstable.
Late yesterday, I was with my wife Sherry on a boat
stuck in a 3-hour argument.
And now that you finally have the third guy in custody...
You and I are done.
Have a nice life, honor roll.
Was Gary with my mom when the police picked her up?
No, but she was driving the car used in both the robbery
and his getaway from Lieutenant Cooper.
Well, at least she's someplace safer than with that lunatic.
But she's refusing to answer questions.
She's not cooperating.
We're in recess till 3:00.
Oh.
Lieutenant Tao, Detective Dunn.
Rusty, I'm sorry. I need to do this.
If you go over to county,
maybe they will be processing your mother
during visiting hours.
You're my mom.
I am.
Oh. I am.
Okay.
Before we talk about the murders of D.D.A. Gray
and Steph's husband, I need you to know that connecting them
to these new homicides through the murder weapon
is a prosecutorial nightmare.
And Hickman having been in the church
where the Uzi was found
means a known perjurer who was accused of planting evidence
is available to the defense.
It can't get any worse.
Hickman may also now be a suspect, too.
Oh! It does get worse. Since when?
Mark's an asshole, but he'd never have shot Eric.
Or D.D.A. Gray. He loved her.
And that part really interests me, Mike,
because when I was investigating Hickman's perjury,
I questioned you and you
regarding his professional behavior,
and the affair with D.D.A. Gray never came up.
Captain, I-I only heard about it through my husband.
And after Eric died, I...
I didn't want people to know he was talking about
D.D.A. Gray behind her back.
Mike, you never said anything about
this relationship because...
Because Mark was my partner.
Look, when he took the stand and said Daniel Price gave us
a spontaneous confession,
I had no problem saying that was a lie.
But the affair with D.D.A. Gray, that was his personal life,
and I didn't want his wife to find out.
But of course she knew.
Sherry Hickman was on our side of the street
going over a fraud case.
She was a good cop, by the way.
People don't seem to remember that.
After she was finished walking us through an arrest,
she caught Rachel in the hallway
and started yelling some version of, "leave my husband alone."
And D.A.'s office conveyed none of this information to me
at I.A., why?
Well, you'd have to talk to
the people who were in charge at the time,
but Rachel was also sleeping with my boss
when we both worked in Topanga.
And former Deputy Mayor Dickson.
- And State Senator Bergside. - You're kidding.
And I'm pretty sure that the worry was that
a lot of very important people would be embarrassed
if you started digging deeply into Rachel's private life.
This affair creates another motive for Rachel's murder.
And now not only is Hickman a suspect,
we have to think about his wife as well.
Emile told us where he and Daniel tossed the gun
used to murder Reese.
Maybe Mark shared that information with Sherry.
Um, and she went out and found the Uzi before we could
and held onto it until the trial to off D.D.A. Gray?
Sharon, does this really sound more likely to you
than a professional hit organized by the Bloods?
When Peter Goldman presents this to a jury
as an alternative theory to this crime, absolutely,
this is gonna sound credible.
Excuse me a moment.
- Yeah? - Sorry to interrupt,
but reverend cop killer just bailed Tamika's boyfriend
- John Barnes out of jail. - What? Why would he do that?
So the dirtbag could attend his girlfriend's funeral?
- I don't know. - Well, reverend Price is getting ready
to drive off in his own car, ma'am.
And a silver Accord just pulled up for John Barnes.
So who do you want S.I.S. to follow?
Wait a minute.
Reverend Price paid John Barnes' bail outright?
No, but he and his congregation raised the $10,000
to cover his bond.
$10,000. Huh.
All right, tell S.I.S. to stay on Price.
He could be trying to shake his surveillance.
Detective Dunn. John Barnes has been released.
I want you and Julio to set up surveillance on his house
and stick with him when he gets home.
- Yes, ma'am. - Thanks.
Andrea, if you would ask around your office
and see if there's anything else
I need to know about D.D.A. Gray.
She was threatened by the Bloods.
That is beyond question.
It's why she was given protection.
Still, if you could ask.
About yesterday...
you know, I really thought Mark knew something
that he wasn't telling us, and I stooped to his level,
and I shouldn't have...
And I'm sorry.
Mark Hickman brings out the worst in all of us.
Until we have an arrest,
he is a distraction that we don't need.
Well, you'll have no more trouble from me.
Okay, Mike. Okay.
Looks calmer than it is.
If Barnes doesn't come back home soon,
I think we should maybe put a want out on him.
Far as we know, he hasn't broken the law.
You know, his girlfriend and his little boy
were just murdered.
Barnes is probably somewhere drinking it off.
That's what I did, after my husband...
You know.
How 'bout you?
When my wife died?
Mm-hmm.
I drank...
For a night.
It just made it worse.
One night?
Wow. You catch on fast.
Is that how you dealt with everything?
You drank?
For a month.
Then, uh, I left homicide for gangs. That helped.
Started running two miles a day. That helped. Mm.
I just kept telling myself one day
someone would be held accountable.
- Car. - Blue.
Of course, nothing says that Barnes has to show up
in the same vehicle that picked him up at County.
No.
So you think holding someone accountable
changes things?
What do we do for a living, Julio?
Yeah, if I didn't think holding someone accountable
was important, I'd take a job at my father's company
selling plumbing supplies.
He's never been shot at, drives home around 6:00,
and takes my mother to Hawaii three weeks a year. Sounds good.
It's not my kind of life.
Finding the bad guy, hearing him say, "I did it,"
that's what keeps me going.
Accountability.
I don't know if that's the way out for me.
What else is there?
Small arms. Maybe two blocks.
4 King 62 reporting, be advised.
We just heard a series of gunfire
in the Adams/Normandie neighborhood.
Go, right, right, right, right.
Get units rolling this way, and please advise
if any 9-1-1 calls come in. The address is...
Checking side streets. Nothing.
Right there, right there, Steph. Go left, go left, go left.
4 King 62, we are code 6 at address?
- 921. - 921 south Chesapeake requesting backup.
Three down at location.
Start rolling paramedics. Two Officers on site.
L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D.
Holy Mary, pray for us sinners...
Hey, ma'am, I need you to put pressure on his stomach!
Aplica tensión, por favor. Rápido, rápido.
Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on. Help is gonna be here very soon. Hold on.
Stop it. Stop! Stop praying and get out of the way!
Hey, hey. Hey, you're gonna be all right.
An ambulance is coming, okay?
Okay. Did you see anything?
Who did this?
Did she see anything?
What did she say? Can you hear her?
Yeah. I heard her.
She said "silver car."
How's that for the last words you ever say on earth?
But asking my client to cancel religious services
for victims of a murder you can't solve...
I won't do it.
We're not asking you to cancel Tamika's funeral,
only delay it until we find
who killed these latino teenagers.
We're worried the 300 mourners going in and out of your church
represent 300 ways for the Diablos to retaliate.
Because of what John Barnes did
after you bailed him out of jail yesterday.
At the risk of sounding overly concerned
about the Constitution,
there are millions of silver cars in L.A.
Nobody got the killer's plates,
nor has anyone stepped up to identify
John Barnes as the shooter.
Why do you just leap to the assumption he's guilty?
There are gangs involved here.
It doesn't matter who shot those children.
Diablos will shoot back.
The funeral service will continue as planned.
But...
I can delay the procession and the burial
to a less... volatile time.
All right, okay, then.
We'll need cooperation for the L.A.P.D.
to adequately guard this service.
Which means we will have to attend
as well as surround your church.
I welcome the extra police presence.
As the almighty says,
"I alone am not able to carry all these people.
- The burden is far... " - Excuse me,
but I don't need scripture thrown in my face
by a cop killer.
We need to get on with this, Captain.
Our special guest has arrived downstairs.
We have enough time to talk to her
before we need to switch gears.
Please have Andy and Amy do the honors.
Thank you.
You are lucky I don't add discrimination
by religious practice to our growing civil complaint.
This was a gift to you not having this burial today.
A gift.
Has gang intelligence found any personal connection
between John Barnes and our three victims?
No, sir. Barnes probably took payback
on the first latinos he saw.
That's one of the questions I'd like to ask him
if we pick Barnes up at the funeral today.
And I have less than six hours till that service begins.
Chief, if you'll excuse me,
I need to fully deploy around the church.
Go.
So, Captain,
do you have anything to report
that might defuse this situation?
Did you at least narrow the field of suspects?
I'm sorry, Chief. Not yet.
In fact, I am afraid that I may have to make it wider.
Hey, Sherry. I'm sorry to bother you with all of this.
- Meet Detective Amy Sykes. - Sykes, yes.
I've had the pleasure.
Thank you for agreeing to talk with us, Mrs. Hickman.
Don't thank me. I'm not really interested in helping you.
And I'm Mark's wife, not his keeper, okay?
You guys can drag him back through the Reese murders
all you want, but don't expect me to join you.
Toss-up who she hates more... us or her husband.
How do people stay married
when they don't get along like this?
I asked myself that for years.
Um, we're trying to determine Mark's whereabouts
afternoon before last, say between 2:00 and 5:00.
Probably drunk on our boat. Why?
You weren't with him?
No. Were you?
Uh... no.
But I did talk to Mark this morning
and he told me the day before yesterday
the two of you were arguing all afternoon.
If Mark isn't provoking arguments, he's asleep.
So he's just mistaken about the time. That's all.
Okay.
Have you ever seen this particular weapon before?
Oh.
Is this the Uzi?
The L.A.P.D.'s great white whale?
Y... you found this weapon days ago.
Mark ever mention where the gun was tossed
- after the Reese murder? - I don't remember.
Back then, we weren't talking so much.
Okay, well, here's another date.
Do you recall where you were September 8, 2004,
on or about the time...
about the time that poor Rachel Gray was shot to death?
You know, isn't it amazing
that a woman who's been dead over a decade can still
cause so much trouble?
Yes, I remember where I was.
In my car, on my way home from Parker Center.
I heard about the murder on my police radio.
And are you aware that at the time of her death,
Rachel and Mark had been having...
sleeping together.
I believe that's the, uh, socially accepted euphemism.
Only it was more than that.
She wasn't just some one off in the back of a Crown Vic.
Mark was in love with her.
Thought about Rachel night and day.
Obsessed.
He told you that?
No, she did before the Price trial.
Look, I didn't know that she was going to do me
the favor of dying,
so I made a complete fool of myself
by confronting her in a hallway at her office.
But by the time I told her off, she was finished with Mark.
Poor guy.
She broke up with Mark before the trial?
So she said.
"Don't worry, Sherry.
Mark was never anything more to me than a little fun.
And now he's way too serious.
Keep him if you want."
And the look on her face,
like she was dealing with an ignorant child.
But Mark never got over her.
And on we go.
Is that it? I mean...
Have I satisfied your curiosity?
Almost.
Last Monday night between 11:00 and 1:00 in the morning,
where was Mark?
Well, I went to bed...
alone... at 9:00.
I assume that my husband was drinking tequila
on the deck of our boat
until the glass fell out of his hand.
So if he needs an alibi, I'm not it.
Andy, don't get up.
I'm glad to see your charm hasn't withered with age.
Amy, till we meet again.
Wow. Bitter.
Captain, a lot of us here knew about Mark and Rachel,
but nobody told her.
Sherry left mad.
Came back that way, too.
Now that I've heard everyone out,
what I really need to do is get John Barnes
back into custody.
He just may be the key to everything.
Barnes was in lockup
when Tamika and her child were killed.
Eh, what makes Barnes so special?
Daniel Price paid $10,000 for his bond.
All right.
All right, when are we going to arrest the reverend cop killer
and get this over with?
I'm sorry about not talking to you yesterday.
The D.A. said that really hurt your feelings,
and that isn't what I meant at all.
Look, sober, I know that
having me as your mom for so long,
that was a bad deal.
But...
We... still have a chance to turn all that around.
Look, you have a good situation now.
And whatever obligation you think that you have to me,
you don't, okay?
You have a better mother.
And...
Rusty...
I'll always love you.
And I'll always be sorry.
But you should not be my son.
You should go.
N-no, no. Mom...
If you were guilty, it's...
it's... you can still... no... what?
No, I... I didn't know Gary was going to rob that store.
He told me he was just going to buy camels.
And then he came out and he told me to drive.
Then why can't you just say that to the D.A.?
You know what? I can't. This... I've said too much already.
You need to go. Mom, you need to talk about this with the D.A.
- Or you need to let your lawyer... - I can't.
Mom, if you don't, you will go to prison. Okay?
Just make a deal when you give up Gary.
- No. - And then you can...
No, no, no. Rusty, you don't understand.
Honey, if I say anything about Gary,
he... he has friends all over county. He will know.
If I give him up, he will kill you.
Do you understand?
It's enough. So you need to go.
And you need to live your life. And don't come back.
Mom... Mom... Mom... wait, Mom.
Mom!
So Mark Hickman was stalking her?
Apparently, Eric noticed she had a tail
and caught Hickman in the act.
So in this report, which Eric Dunn officially filed,
which I have never seen,
and which should have been forwarded to me at I.A.
from your department 12 years ago...
remember, I was not involved in this case back then.
But I understand their thinking.
Proceedings against Price had already started.
Suspending Hickman would've hurt the prosecution
of a cop killer.
And sometimes when we're in the big, fat middle
of putting away a bad guy, we have to be a little lenient
with policy digressions.
I understand all that, Andrea, but stalking is a crime.
Hickman insisted he wasn't stalking,
only proving D.D.A. Gray didn't have adequate protection
and that Dunn was incompetent for not catching him earlier.
Okay, wait a minute.
So Hickman was following her for a while.
Which means he knew D.D.A. Gray's security routines.
But...
If Hickman killed her, why perjure himself to get Price
and risk turning the spotlight his way?
I'm sorry, Captain. I wouldn't interrupt,
but results came back on the heroin
that killed Emile Fisher.
It's 92% pure, and it's a positive match
to the dope we found in Tamika Weaver's vehicle.
Which your witness, Lil Wheezy, said
came from reverend Price's church.
Okay, Hickman seems to know way too much
about what goes on around here,
so for now, Julio, this information stays
between you and me.
Uh, yes... ma'am.
My lips are sealed.
Oh, Julio, if you would,
ask Chief Howard if he is all set up for us.
- Thank you. - Yes, ma'am.
Andrea, thank you for all of this,
uh, but now...
I am afraid we have a funeral to attend.
Three teenage victims' death
Marks the fifth consecutive day of violence...
- This is Miss Margaret. - Oh. Yeah.
Don't mind all this, miss Margaret, okay?
We're here to remember Tamika and Jeremiah.
Come on. This way.
L.A.P.D.'s resources must be
severely strapped if they got you in the mix.
You know, I'm here for that young lady and her son.
And to show the community personally
that the L.A.P.D. takes their deaths very seriously.
Yeah. The cameras are over there, Chief.
Leave it to you, Peter,
to always know where the reporters are.
All right, reverend, sooner you begin,
sooner everyone here is out of danger.
Lieutenant, I don't think we should clump.
Then move.
You move.
What are you worrying about?
That I might get struck by lightning.
You smell like brimstone.
That's my cologne.
Good afternoon.
Lieutenant Provenza.
Uh... yes, Captain.
- We're in place. - Detective Sanchez.
We're in the viewing room
grabbing pics of condolence cards.
If Barnes doesn't show,
maybe he sent his respects some other way, ma'am.
If you see John Barnes,
do not see anything that would alarm him
during the service.
We have every entrance and exit to the building covered.
So he's not going anywhere. Chief Howard?
We're sewn up.
- Looks like Barnes is a no-show. - Any sign of Hickman?
No, not so far. Maybe he gave up and went home.
As we bring this service to a close,
we take comfort in knowing that the farewells of this world
- are not final. - Amen.
We will see Tamika and Jeremiah again
inside the gates of heaven in the sweet embrace of Jesus.
Let us pray.
Our father...
...today we ask for the strength
and the will and the faith
to make these two beloved of our hearts
the last deaths from gang violence
in our neighborhood.
Today we ask that you make this the last time we gather to mourn
in this awful way,
and that in our grief and our sorrow,
we find faith to move closer in our walk with Christ.
And walk our neighborhood
in witness to his grace.
In the precious name of Jesus...
Amen.
It's more than weird. I really need to talk to him.
Holy crap. Holy crap!
It's a miracle.
The burner we're looking for just came back online.
- Where? Here? - It's up. I have it up.
I think it's here.
Yeah, I'm trying to narrow down his position.
I think I should be able to get within a few feet.
Quickly, people. We gotta find it.
I think it might be in the parking lot.
But there's already people here.
Do you want... want me to hold them back?
No, person with the phone might realize what we were up to
- and turn it off. - Mm-hmm.
Move to the parking lot and stand by.
And, Mike, if you find the phone,
do not move in on the caller
until we have a safety zone established.
- I think this might be it. - Yeah.
Okay. Stand by for the possibility of immediate
and aggressive action, and keep your eyes open
for John Barnes.
I've got it. The phone's stationary.
It's in the gray Mercedes.
About three cars from where I'm standing.
Is anyone in the vehicle?
- No one home. - What is it now?
Why are you so interested in my car?
You're aware that harassing me
usually comes with financial damages.
- We need to search your vehicle. - It's Peter Goldman's car?
- What? Why? - We tracked a cellphone
connected to several murders to your Mercedes.
Well, you're welcome to look under it as I drive away.
Hey, we have a warrant to take that phone.
Terrific. And does your warrant include my Mercedes?
'Cause it's your lucky day. I got Jimmy Hoffa in my trunk.
Take him at his word.
You have Hoffa in the trunk? Wow. We're been looking for him.
Come on! We're gonna open up the trunk from the inside.
Clearly, I was joking.
You are now violating my civil rights.
- Tao. - Yeah?
- I've got it, Julio. - That is not mine.
You planted that phone in my car.
Someone planted that phone in my car. That is not my phone.
Well, well, well, Peter.
It appears you have some explaining to do.
It is not my phone.
Who else was in the car?
He drove with reverend Price to P.A.B. this morning.
We need to find reverend Price right now.
- Hasn't left the church yet. - Amy, Andy,
find the reverend cop killer, please.
Yeah, and while you're at it, phone your union reps.
I'm suing everyone here for police misconduct.
Whatever. Uh, Detective Sanchez,
let's observe all the niceties, just in case.
Sir, you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be appointed for you by the state.
Turn around slowly.
Sorry, reverend.
I just reached the point in my life
where I need to hear you say it.
Excuse me?
Say you killed Reese.
Say it.
Are you drunk?
Either you're gonna name the people
you murdered in order,
or I'm gonna kill you.
Your choice.
I'm ready to meet my maker. Are you?
Our father,
Do you really expect me to buy this bullshit?
who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name...
- Thy kingdom come, thy will be done... - You sell heroin here.
- On earth as it is in heaven. - You had the murder weapon here.
Give us this day our daily bread...
You're laundering god only knows how much money.
God forgives me all my sins!
I don't.
I don't forgive you.
So say the words, Reverend.
Now.
I killed Reese.
Go on.
That's just the beginning.
And the end, as you well know!
Gun.
Drop your gun!
Now? No!
Not now. He's confessing.
- Mark, drop your weapon! - Tell her.
- Tell her what you just told me. - Mark!
I'm about three seconds from shooting you.
- One... - Don't!
I think Mr. Hickman has had a bit to drink.
- Two! - Mark, drop the gun!
- Last chance, Hickman! - Mark!
When are you guys gonna stop hating me
- and start hating the bad guys? - You are the bad guys!
Mark Hickman, you have the right to remain silent.