You done already?
I need someone to listen to me.
I'm busy right now. Maybe one of the uniforms...
I said, I need someone to listen to me.
Okay.
Did you want to report a crime?
I've lost track of all the crimes.
I don't understand...
I've lived in this neighborhood all my life keeping my complaints to myself...
...but no more.
My apartment has been broken into seven times in the last four years.
Seven times!
And you never catch anyone.
You have got graffiti and cuss words...
...on every single wall that you see.
I've got needles on my sidewalk, beer cans on my lawn...
...and I stopped ducking at the sound of gunshots years ago.
We can drop smart bombs down chimneys half a world away.
But some sicko gets released from jail because of a computer screwup...
...and rapes my niece!
How does this make sense?
I see that yellow police tape everywhere that I go.
And it's all sirens and helicopters and searchlights.
You've got mothers killing their children, children killing strangers...
...and maniacs flying airplanes into buildings.
And I just want life to go back to the way that it should've been.
What are you doing to make us feel safe?
I love the action, but what are we doing in Watts?
We got eight people dead, nine if you count the fetus.
Gang war on steroids.
The Chief doesn't like headlines.
If my ass is on the line, I want my best man covering me.
I appreciate the compliment, but...
...won't Northwest get pissed off with me and Shane stepping on their turf?
The lead detective is Carlos Zamora.
- Never heard of him. - He's a comer, but he's raw.
He's built a reputation working with these gangs.
- Knows 'em inside out. - He know how we work?
Let him do his thing, you do your thing.
I don't care which way works, as long as it gets cracked.
Carlos.
Toros, biggest and baddest around here.
Cameras catch this guy?
They're just for show. VCR's weren't hooked up.
Who's the mom-to-be?
Lucy. She was Train's girl.
Train?
Train Guttierez. He runs the Toros.
Train's gonna want to retaliate big time.
We find out who he's targeting and that's who did this.
I'll talk to Train. Make sure his guys don't do anything stupid.
What makes you think he'll listen?
I used to be a Toro, back in the day.
I've been able to keep a pretty good lid on things.
Looks like the lid just got blown off.
Talked to the owner.
He says a high school kid who sweeps up at night wasn't part of the body count.
The kid call in sick? No, he should've been here.
Name is Jaime.
You seeing this? Goddamn Oprah Winfrey hour.
Paging Dr. Phil.
No wonder Gilroy called us up.
Got an all-out gang war about to explode...
...and he's playing grief counselor to the soldiers.
He's right. We'll handle it.
I'm working this case with Carlos.
Who would want to start a war with you?
- Things have been peaceful. - Until tonight.
So, who was it?
I told you we've been handling things.
Right.
What's that bulge in your jacket?
Yo, chill, dawg! Come on, man.
What?
Concealed weapon.
Suspicious white powder. Daily double.
So, do I have to search all you guys, or do I get some answers?
Is it the blacks, the Chinese, Los Mags?
Who we talking about?
The blacks.
This guy Wet Willie's been making a lot of noise ever since he got paroled.
What do you know?
A clue.
Keep it clear!
Hey.
Why are you shaking down these guys? They trust me.
Yeah, I saw the circle jerk.
You treat 'em like people, it works.
So does treating them like the killing, dealing, thieving scumbags that they are.
Mop-up boy went MIA tonight. See if you can track him down.
Where you going?
Talk to Wet Willie.
I can do it. I know where to find Wet Willie and his guys.
This might be your district, but it's my world.
Different ZIP code, same pinheads.
Describe what you witnessed then.
I saw Mackey put four bricks of cocaine into evidence bags...
...and two bricks into weapons bags.
- That's when he gave it to Shane, I think. - You think?
"You think" is not "I'm sure. "
I called IAD because you said you were sure.
Okay.
This is serious. There's no point in doing the right thing...
...if your testimony is vague and wishy-washy.
I know.
Now, did Mackey give Shane the cocaine then or did it happen later?
No, it happened then. Then say that!
This statement you'll give to Frances...
Mackey's lawyers will twist it into anything but the truth.
Do I have to say these things in open court?
Hopefully not.
It won't be good publicity for Vic or the Department.
If it goes the way I've planned, they'll take a plea.
- They'll lose their jobs? - Yeah.
Jail?
Are you okay living with that?
What's fair for them out there has to be fair for us in here.
"Facing Autism"?
What's up with that?
It's Corrine's book.
A kid in Matthew's class just got diagnosed.
That's tough. Family must be devastated.
I had this cousin who was retarded.
Autism isn't the same thing as being retarded.
So, what is it? Like Rain Man?
Freaking out, counting matchsticks kind of thing?
No. It's not the same thing.
If you don't care to educate yourself on the subject...
...why don't you keep your mouth shut?
Describe what you saw at that point.
Detective Mackey placed four bricks of coke into two evidence bags.
He then took two bricks and placed them into a weapons bag...
...which he immediately handed to Detective Vendrell.
- I thought you were off today. - I am.
- What are you doing here? - Taking care of some business.
I'm glad I caught you.
I've been trying to figure out...
...how to handle this whole Vic thing, and I had this idea...
I don't wanna talk about it.
Julien, I'm your training officer.
You owe it to me to at least see if...
No offense, but I'm gonna go my own way on this.
Okay, here's Wet Willie.
You take his buddy. Keep him out of my way.
Go.
Wet Willie, police! Stop!
Stop right there! I'll be with you in a minute.
Goddamn it, I said stop!
You got the medicine?
Right here.
Now what do you want?
Why you sweating me? I'm a cop. Slow down.
Slow down, right here. Hands behind your head.
I didn't do nothing.
Ever? Or just in the last 10 minutes, Kunta Kinte?
Suck my dick!
What did you say?
Screw you! Suck your what?
You've been with your sick kid all night?
He's been throwing up all over me.
And the mom can back you up?
My girlfriend, her sister, her friend, the nurse at the free clinic.
Man, why?
Never mind.
Suck your what?
What's going on out there?
Shane! Shane! Suck that, you piece of shit.
What are you doing?
Hurry! Call the police!
Shane!
Let's go! Call the police!
Police? What's going on out there? Get the license plate!
Are you out of your mind? No!
We're trying to prevent a war not start one, you stupid...
The guy was being a pain in the ass.
You're being a huge pain in the ass lately. Should I take a piss on you?
You're out of control.
You want me off the team, you just say the word.
And don't think I won't!
You've gone over those things 10 times already.
He's a serial killer.
Sally won't be his last victim unless I catch him.
You're obsessed.
I'm dedicated.
Come with me. You're too dedicated.
You need a gimme to cleanse your pallet.
Low priority files?
Pick a card, any card.
What's the point of this?
We take half a day, we make some citizen happy...
...and you go back to your serial-killer case on a winning streak.
- I don't have time for games. - You're running in circles.
I've got the cure, so pick a card.
My mother's being robbed by a psychic.
A psychic.
Name's Frida. She's bilked my mom and her friends out of thousands of dollars.
What's the scam? Tainted-money con...
...third-party ritual, elixir machine, what?
She claims to talk to my dead father.
Last week, my mom took out a second mortgage on the house...
...to pay Frida for contacting the spirit world.
That's supposed to be my house someday.
That is a problem.
I know it is. What are you gonna do about it?
Any luck with Wet Willie?
He's not the guy.
We better find out who is before Train makes an educated guess and shoots back.
I got a line on our missing mop-up boy.
Yeah?
A gangbanger friend of his told me where we could find him.
- A banger just called you up? - I told you, man, these guys trust me.
Jaime bragged he saw the shooter coming out of the gun club.
Great! Where do I find this Jaime?
I got this one. You want to back me up, just follow my taillights.
You sure you don't want one of these?
You look awfully tense.
I just testified before ID
I don't get why you complicate your life by narcing on another cop.
Because in my life, I take personal responsibility.
You might want to try it sometime.
Ouch.
Skipping out on restaurant bills, outstanding warrants.
- You don't even have a job. - I make money here and there.
I'm a cop. I know what here and there means.
If this is what you're gonna be like, I can't be around you.
I really think you could use a beer.
When this housesitting gig ends, you won't even have a place to live.
Whatever will I do?
I'm serious. Do you even have a plan for yourself?
When was the last time you even applied for a job?
What's your plan?
To keep on pretending to everyone you're something you're not?
It's not that easy. I'll try if you'll try.
Jaime?
No, Jaime left.
Try again, smart-ass.
Finish your drinks somewhere else.
We hear you saw the gun-club shooter tonight.
What colors was he wearing?
Stop posing for a picture and start yapping.
You saw the shooter, right?
- Maybe. - What gang was the shooter in?
You know who the shooter runs with or not?
No.
You're not blind, and you only seem half stupid.
So I bet you got a pretty good guess who this guy's affiliated with.
You tell us.
- You guys ain't listening. - What gang was the shooter in?
A white people's gang.
- Our shooter is white? - Early to mid-30s.
Gringo with a grudge. There goes our gang-war theory.
More headlines the chief won't like. The Latino community's already on edge.
Raoul Jiminez is coming to hear what progress we made.
Jiminez? He run out of janitor strikes to organize?
What pisses you off more, that he fights the establishment...
...or that he usually wins?
Thanks for the new partner, by the way.
- It's a hate crime. - We don't know what it is yet.
A white man kills eight Latinos at random, and you don't know if it's a hate crime?
My people are scared. What is the Department doing?
- We got a drawing of the shooter. - Even the artist won't vouch for that sketch.
Our witness didn't see much past the white skin.
I say we give it to the press. Maybe someone'll recognize him.
That thing is so vague every Anglo walking down the street...
...is gonna look like a suspect.
Now you know how we feel every day.
Please. Save it for the microphones.
I think it's important the public knows who the enemy is.
It's a waste of time, Ben.
Release the sketch.
Since when do we kowtow to the Mexico First crowd?
If we don't include him he'll make our lives hell with the Hispanics.
Let him try.
Have you driven around the city lately?
- He's the majority now. - We're still the ones wearing the badges.
For the time being.
How is screwing up a murder investigation gonna keep Jiminez off our backs?
I'm counting on you not to screw it up.
Bring in this killer, and we keep our badges for another day.
- No one's taking mine away. - We're dinosaurs, Vic.
And make no mistake, the meteor's coming.
Your son says you're being swindled by this psychic.
Frida's not a psychic, she's a medium.
She predicted Gene would go to the police. Didn't she?
Yes, she did.
She said Gene was only waiting for me to die...
...so he could get his hands on my money.
You do know these so-called psychics are all frauds, right?
Most of them are, but not Frida. She brings me messages from Frank.
Frank?
He was my husband. Cancer got him.
How do you think he'd feel...
...if you lost the house you both lived in...
...because you had to keep paying this medium?
I'd pay anything to talk to Frank.
Mackey, I'm with... ID Yeah, I remember.
An investigation has been initiated into your actions on April 2.
You should look at these charges...
...and decide if you'd like to have a formal interview.
Vic, we got five people shot dead in a family grocer's, all Latinos.
This one's in your district.
I'll have to get back to you.
Here they come. Secure the front, don't let anybody else in, okay?
Officer.
Detectives.
What happened?
Guy came in blasting...
...killed everybody in here except the owner in the back.
He heard the shots, came out with a baseball bat and ran the shooter off.
Where's the owner now?
He's pretty upset.
This was his son.
My boy.
You were back here when you heard the shots?
- Yes. - Then you grabbed the baseball bat?
Sí.
That baseball bat over there?
Now, the shooter, he was white?
Sí.
What happened after you chased him out?
He got away. On foot? He didn't get into a car?
No.
Which way did he run?
I don't remember.
There's blood on this bat. Did you hit him with it?
I guess.
I don't remember.
Our bad guy may have ran away, but this being L. A...
...I'm guessing he drove here.
Check the plates on all these cars...
...match 'em with their owners, see what stands out.
You want me doing grunt work?
Yeah, because A: It's important, and B:
I don't really feel like hearing you talk this morning.
I got a 10-square-block perimeter being roped off.
If he's on foot and bleeding, we'll get him.
Wonder what took 'em so long.
Can I help you?
We're investigating some complaints about your business practices.
I offer a money-back guarantee to those who are unhappy.
Very few people request it.
$600 for a candle?
Looks to me just like the kind I get at the 99-cent store.
The candle itself is ordinary.
It's the blessing ceremony that makes them so valuable.
Blessing ceremony. What does that entail:
Taking the price tag off, sticking it on a shelf?
We'd like you to come with us and answer a few questions.
You yearn for a young woman who doesn't yearn after you.
You see I'm not wearing a wedding ring, a guy who shops at the 99-cent store...
...is probably single, and what single guy...
...isn't after some woman out of his league?
Now do I fork over a week's salary for one of your candles or...
She's someone that you work with...
...or work close by.
Come on, let's go.
You're wasting your time with her, you know.
Frances will ask you about the night you stole the truck.
And this'll clean the slate on all my charges, right?
Right. So long as you tell the truth.
So, how do you want me to do it?
- Do what? - Tell my story.
I mean, you're paying, so you get to pick.
I can be all sweet and "innocenty. "
Like, I don't know what possessed me to steal the truck that night.
But when I found those bags of cocaine inside, I just...
I got so scared.
Or I can be all biker-chick, master-thief girl.
Like, I ripped the Navigator, was on my way to get it chopped...
...and I stumble across these two keys of blow.
How about sincere and honest?
Not my best one.
Don't get too cute with her.
But I am cute.
- You involved with anyone? - Excuse me?
My most recent lover just died of a drug overdose...
...thanks to that high-octane stolen coke, so...
I suddenly find myself sexually available.
If by involved...
...you mean happily married with a one-year-old baby girl...
...then the answer is yes.
Damn.
Just think of the things I could get away with...
...if I was banging a police captain.
Stay out of trouble so I don't have to see you again.
But you want to see me again.
No, I don't.
If I was 18 and single...
...maybe it'd be a different story.
I would've chewed you up and spit you out when you were 18.
I wouldn't be so sure.
The other shop owners tell the same story.
They heard the gunshots but didn't see anything.
You mean nobody looked out their window and saw which way he went running?
- That's what they say. - That doesn't pass the smell test.
Vic!
This is the only car whose owner's unaccounted for.
Check it out.
- Spare ammo. - Who's the car registered to?
A George Michael Klassen.
Nice to meet you, you sick prick.
All clear.
Goddamn it.
As I was going through the truck, I found some guns...
...and two bags of cocaine.
Now let's go back to stealing the vehicle.
You saw Detective Vendrell park the truck...
...get out, and go inside the building.
Yes, ma'am.
No one went in or out of the truck between the time he left it...
...and the time you stole it?
No, ma'am.
It's always sad when the people that you expect to enforce the law...
...break it themselves.
Canvas the place. Find out if anybody saw a car pulling out.
We're looking for a suspect.
We found two bodies inside.
- They're George's in-laws. - My God.
But his wife and son, they're not here.
We're afraid George might've taken them with him.
You have any idea where your brother might've gone?
No.
Any place he might feel comfortable hiding?
No.
This is important. We have to find him before he does any harm to them.
I can't imagine George would ever hurt Myra or Brady.
Can you imagine him killing 15 people in cold blood?
That's different.
I mean, you have to understand.
This used to be a nice place to live.
It was clean, safe.
George just got fed up being surrounded by all the spics.
Can you blame him?
Klassen's picture's plastered all over the news.
He can't step outside without somebody in this city spotting him.
It doesn't help us save his wife and boy.
I'm more concerned with how you'll prevent the next attack.
Everything we can. We know who he is, we got his car...
...we got units on his family members and friends.
We got every base covered.
Waiting around for him to make his next move isn't going to cut it.
Where are you going?
As long as he's got it all covered...
...I'm gonna go check on something.
Getting a nice tan?
That's about all I'm good for, I guess.
- You find any blood out here? - Nope.
So there was blood on the bat and nowhere else?
There's a pool in the store that's unconnected to any of the victims.
Show me.
Shooter loses this much blood and doesn't drip any on the pavement?
Maybe he went out the back.
- SID check it? - Beats me.
Looks like somebody did a nice little sweep job.
Yes, it does.
Makes you wonder why.
You know, Houdini wanted desperately to believe in the paranormal...
...but he couldn't abide the frauds.
Spent a lot of his life trying to debunk them.
Still held out hope, though.
Before he died...
...he gave his wife, Beatrice, a secret password...
...that he promised he'd try to send her from the afterworld...
...so she could tell the difference between phonies and the real McCoys.
When he passed away, Beatrice traveled the globe...
...met with every gypsy, psychic, tarot-card reader she could find.
Not one of them ever got the password right.
Houdini should've had a little more faith.
Faith?
On Sundays, they call it Christianity.
- The afterlife's no different. - Church only takes you for 10 percent.
You've been wringing these ladies dry.
If they refuse to press charges...
...you can't touch me.
If I find out you still have your hooks in these women...
...I'll find other charges to press.
Fire code violations... Parking tickets...
Zoning laws. You name it, I'll find it.
How's your future looking now?
What do you want from me?
It's time to get some new marks, honey.
What the hell is he doing?
You arrested the shop owners.
Brought 'em in for questioning. Why?
'Cause their stories didn't make sense.
Leon's son died less than four hours ago. How much sense is he supposed to make?
If he knows something, we need to know.
You don't drag a grieving father here and stick him under the lights.
And you don't get answers from people by passing around hugs.
And you don't get them by pissing on people, either.
We've got a racist madman targeting Latinos...
...and you want to interrogate the victim's family.
When you trade in your megaphone for a badge...
...that's when I'll seek out your opinion.
I insist on witnessing the interviews...
...to ensure these men and women aren't mistreated.
- No. - Excuse me?
I've included you so far as a courtesy. Now my men need space to do their jobs.
His wife and 10-year-old son are missing.
My son's dead.
- You're not telling me the truth, Leon. - Yes, I am.
You know something. No.
If you're lying so you can get to your son's killer before us...
...to get revenge...
...I can't let that happen.
I don't know anything!
Then why are you and the other shop owners all telling the same lie?
And why did someone sweep the path in the back alley...
...after the shootings?
Huh, Leon?
You can tell me. What did you really see?
Nada.
I didn't see nothing.
I just talked with Frances.
You've got her looking into the strike team again?
Yes.
You ever plan on telling me about it?
I didn't want to bother you with it until things were more definitive.
I got a problem in this squad.
My captain and my best cop aren't getting along.
We stand for different things.
You better make friends...
...or I'll have to make a choice.
And I don't think you're gonna like that choice.
Maybe you should read this before you make any choices.
I've been getting some very strong signals at this desk.
The desk that I work at?
Spooky.
I'm getting an "S" name.
Is there a Sarah?
Sorry, no Sarahs.
Or a Sally?
I think there's a Sally.
Do you know who I'm talking about?
Been going through my desk, reading my file on Sally?
No, I didn't.
Frida! There you are!
Are you all right?
Fine.
Sweetheart.
Yeah. Let's all talk in another room.
Follow me.
She has a message for you.
There's an innocent woman and an innocent kid...
...in danger out there, and you're not telling me the truth!
Yes, I am!
Someone's holding a gun to their heads right now.
You're stopping me from finding them.
- I'm not. - You might as well be pulling the trigger.
Tell me the truth!
I am!
He doesn't know anything. Yes, he does.
- You gonna pull the trigger on that kid? - Vic!
What does that make you?
What if it was your boy? My boy's dead.
That's because I couldn't stop the racist pig from pulling that trigger.
Don't be like the man who killed your son.
I'm nothing like him.
Then show me.
Show me.
I heard the shots...
...the shots that killed Favian.
When I came outside the man was standing there...
...with his back to me.
I hit him with a baseball bat...
...knocked him out.
What did you do with him?
My friends heard the noise, they came over.
They dragged him out the back.
That's why we swept up afterwards.
- What did you do with him? - He killed my boy.
I know.
So I wanted to kill him back.
I know.
I couldn't do it, though.
I didn't have the courage.
So what did you do with him?
We gave him to the Toros.
I couldn't kill him...
...but I knew they would.
Shit.
The in-laws were killed after the grocery shootings.
- Which means Train or his guys killed 'em. - They got the wife and kid.
God help you.
Look out!
Heads up!
- Where's Train? - Get him off me!
I can't do that. You went too far.
- Now, what did you do? - He had it coming!
Do the wife and kid have it coming?
We were making it better. It was working.
We didn't start the killing.
Where's Train keeping his family?
You want to tell me with your teeth or without?
He's not gonna let you beat me down. He's one of us!
- God! - Not after what you did.
Now tell me where we find this guy's wife and kid!
You didn't see this coming?
You didn't see this? Please don't hurt him.
What? You want to kiss me?
Please don't. We'll do anything you want.
That's nice. Let go, please! George!
No! That's my mom!
Train!
Don't do this, Train. Put it down!
For Lucy.
Por qué, mano, por qué?
He had to pay.
And who's gonna pay now?
We all pay, man.
He's gonna pay for the rest of his life.
You don't want to. Trust me.
It's okay. You're all right.
We've got to get Mackey off the streets.
Have you taken his statement yet?
- No. But you have to admit, it looks bad. - Very bad.
We need to keep this thing under control.
How can we?
The chief is gonna have a heart attack when he hears about this.
If the press gets a hold of it.
Goddamn it. This is the last thing I needed.
I'll talk to my people. Make sure there are no leaks on this end.
Me, too.
Okay.
Good.
I just need a few days to figure out how to handle this.
What's going to happen to them?
What do you think?
They handed a man over to gangbangers to be killed.
They handed over a hate-monger.
Their actions led to three people being killed...
...and a woman being sexually assaulted in front of her 10-year-old son.
They couldn't have foreseen that.
They conspired to kill a man and then tried to cover it up.
They're victims.
My group won't let this department turn them into martyrs.
I thought martyrs brought in the donations and got your name in the papers.
I'll see they don't spend one day in jail.
They probably won't.
I should get going.
Can I give you a lift?
No, I got one.
Thanks for the offer, though.
Offer's always good.
Sir?
Do you have a minute?
Sorry, I missed dinner.
What can I do for you?
I don't think that Julien and I are turning out to be a good match.
Really?
He might be better off with another training officer.
Finnegan's not riding with anyone right now.
- I could take the next candidate. - Julien's having a tough time.
He needs you now more than ever.
You're as good as we have.
You'll work things out.
How could you do this to me? It was a mistake.
We were gonna use the coke for an undercover bust.
I didn't have time for paperwork. When it got stolen...
Is that what you'll tell ID Come on. What do they have?
A car thief as a witness? Please.
She's convincing.
Plus there's the officer who saw you take it in the first place.
They've established chain of custody, from you to the truck to the OD victim.
Shane was the one in possession of the drugs.
He's the one that got the truck stolen. Ben, no.
I don't have the juice anymore to protect all of you.
Shane had the drugs.
We lay it all on his doorstep.
It's either that or you two can share a cell.
You don't have to like it, but it's time to serve him up.
I was just about to close.
What was Sally's message?
She says not to give up.
I haven't.
She says you're the only one still fighting for her.
What else did she say?
You have something for me?
This is an IAD file of a current investigation...
...my people are trying to cover up.
Dirty cops? Why give it to me?
You'll see it gets the publicity it deserves.
And if you leak it to the press, it'll look self-serving.
Do you want it or not?
Of course.
Don't worry, David.
I'll make sure they spell your name right.
That's my book.
The reason I have it is because...
...Matthew has autism.
We found out a few weeks ago.
Jesus.
Vic, I'm sorry.
It's been tough, a lot of work.
You know, the one thing I've learned is...
...I goddamn love that kid more now than ever.
He's got problems, you know.
But I'm never giving up on him.
I'm not giving up on you, either.
I'm gonna have to get a little creative on this Past Job Experience section here.
Creative's cool, just don't lie.
I might need a few glasses of wine to get that creative.
Let me just skip on down here to the...
What's this? References.
It sure wouldn't hurt to have a glowing one from a respected city police officer.
You're not gonna help me out?
I can't.
Unbelievable.
I'm good enough to suck, but not good enough to vouch for.
- That's not it. - I know.
You won't even come out to my prospective employer.
- What kind of lie is that? - I can't.
I'm just not ready to tell anyone.
The people in my life... No, I can't.
You said you were trying.
- I am. - No, you're not.
Do you know what it takes for me to keep coming here?
I mean, I was taught...
...I was told to believe things.
In spite of those beliefs...
...I keep coming back here, night after night...
...because I care about you.
See?
I'm trying.
Just being here is trying.
Police.
Tomas Motyashik?
You have an open warrant for your arrest.
Let's go.
Don't worry.
Your boyfriend will lock up.
Won't you, Officer?