All language subtitles for LO L. A S01E07 Ballona Creek. DVDRip. en. UNVSL

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

What do you have there, Luis?

Just an old bike.

Why do they think
this is a trash can?

Trash can.

Hey, homes, that's my bike.

Am I going to have to come
down there and get my bike back?

You going to be all
right down here, Don?

They're just fooling
around. No worries.

No worries. See you later.

Excuse me. Sir,

there's something in
the water down here!

Where? In the net!

DPW worker, Luis
Valdez, called it in.

Says he knows the
guy, name's Don Heller.

"Watershed Management."

There could be a City
vehicle somewhere upstream.

Call his job, get a plate
number, and get a BOLO out.

Body's been in
the water overnight.

Four or five stab
wounds to the torso.

Defensive wounds are
dominant on the right arm.

Attacker could be a lefty.

You're the one that found
the body, Mr. Valdez?

A girl on the skates
was the first one

to see him from the bike path.

And where'd she
go? Where'd she go?

Um, I turned around
and she was gone.

How'd you know Heller?

I see him here all the
time. Testing the water.

Yeah? Did you see him yesterday?

Yesterday?

Ah, around 4:00 at the
creek near Centinela.

Notice anything unusual?

Anything unusual?

Some gang kids were yelling
stuff at us from the bridge.

One of them threw a rock at him.

You think you'd
recognize any of them?

It was too far away.

I shouldn't have left
Don there by himself.

It's not your fault,
sir. Thank you.

My grandfather used to fish in
this creek when he was a kid.

Yeah? Now the kids hunt.

Don was always home by 7:00.

I tried calling him all night.

I called the hospitals.

I just can't believe...

Did he ever mention
any trouble at the creek?

No.

He was just an engineer.

He was the sweetest man.

Why would they do this to him?

We'll have someone drive
you home now, Mrs. Heller.

Five stab wounds to the right
side of the chest and abdomen.

One edge of the knife was
serrated. Murder weapon turn up?

No. We don't even
have a crime scene yet.

He was probably stabbed upstream and
carried down toward the ocean overnight.

A witness saw bangers giving
him a hard time near Centinela.

Centinela's no man's land.

Culver City Boys to the east,

Venice 13 to the west.

About all they have in common

is they like to go down to Ballona
Creek and drink and get high.

They found Heller's truck two miles
from Ballona Creek at Marco Place.

Venice 13 turf.

Ignition's popped. We
might get prints in here.

I got water samples
from the creek.

Date and location
on the stickers.

His last sample was
taken at Berryman Street

at 04:24 p.m.

Hey.

It's Heller's. There's blood.

We got ourselves a crime scene.

This isn't gang turf.

They must have dumped the truck
outside of Venice 13's front yard

just to throw us off the scent.

Every few days Don
signed out a truck

and headed over to Ballona
Creek to take water samples.

Anything controversial
about his work?

Not unless you consider
clean water controversial.

Did Heller ever bust anybody
for dumping in the creek?

Oh, sure.

A couple of years ago there were
high levels of mercury in the water.

On his own time, Don
figured out this shop

that made neon signs
was dumping waste water.

He had the EPA shut them down.

This is his car.

If you need anything, just ask.

Thank you.

All right I got
searches on his GPS

for 5708 Western
Avenue three days ago.

The week before that,
3600 Leimert Boulevard.

South Central. That's
nowhere near Ballona Creek.

I wonder where he's
dipping his test tube.

Seen this guy around?

Thank you.

Strike three.

I don't know about your pibil,

but I'm already starting
to regret this carne asada.

Cowboy up, amigo.

So this was your
first beat, huh?

Yeah. Mostly drugs
and prostitutes

until the block was
torched during the riots.

I'm not seeing why
Heller was here.

Can't be for the fine dining.

Some people like grease.

Maybe his wife can
tell us why he was here.

South Central?

I've lived here 15 years,
I've never even been.

Did Mr. Heller have any
family down there or colleague?

Maybe an old school friend?

No.

I can't imagine what
he was doing there.

People keep calling.

I guess they mean well.

Look at this.

He downloaded this from the web.

Women murdered in South
Central. This one is from 1987,

'89, '91, this one is from 1990.

The victim, an unidentified
black female in her 20s

was found stabbed to
death in an alley behind...

Behind the 3600 block
of Leimert Boulevard.

One of the addresses
in Heller's GPS.

1989, Sherry Conlon, 18, found in
the alley behind West 57th and Denker,

multiple stab wounds. She
had a couple of dope busts.

1987, Milicent Taylor,

21, dumpster behind 5309 Avalon

multiple stab wounds, no record.

1990, Grace Bradshaw,
20, Halldale and 49th,

multiple stab wounds, priors
for dope and solicitation.

Four years, eight
murders and one MO.

All within a half mile of
Western and Slauson.

Yeah.

Most of the victims were
girls who ran the streets,

base heads, prostitutes...

And somebody's daughters.

I don't remember
any report back then

of a serial killer
working the area.

Who was the lead investigator?

Bob Reedy, Southwest
Division, caught four of the cases.

He retired 10 years ago.

I remember him. We
should reach out to him.

Does Compstat have any open
cases with a similar MO after '91?

No. If it's the same
killer, he stopped after '91.

Or he went to jail or the hospital
or took his act somewhere else.

Where was Heller?

Living in Glendale, single,
teaching at Pamona College.

He started working
for the city in 1997.

There's one more case from '91,
same MO but the victim survived.

Diana McDermott, she was left for
dead in an alley behind Hoover Street.

She gave a sketch
of her attacker.

Doesn't look much like Heller.

Find her.

Give her an old
DMV photo of Heller.

We find out what Heller
had to do with these killings.

Maybe it tells us
who killed him.

I don't know.

It was so long ago.

I try...

I try not to dwell.

You know, he left me
with fourteen scars like this.

Everywhere.

I can't have children.

Never been on a date.

Miss McDermott, we know
how hard this is on you

but maybe if you tell
us what happened,

you'll remember his face.

I was 16.

I had a big fight with my father

and I ran out of the house,

went down to the corner store

and got myself a
40 of malt liquor,

just to show how grown up I was.

This man drives up and
says, "It's dangerous out here.

"Let me give you a ride home."

Like a fool I get in.

He pulled into an alley

and he starts telling
me how pretty I was.

I was pretty.

I tried to get out of the car,
but he put a knife at my throat.

He got on top of me

and he pinned my arms down.

He felt me up while he
was rubbing on himself.

He had my bra in his mouth
and he was sucking on it.

And I was praying
that he wouldn't kill me.

He got done with his business

and then he pulled
me out of the car

and started stabbing me.

I don't remember anything else.

Can you see him
now in your mind?

Yes.

I don't see him.

I'm sorry. It's
been a long time.

It'd be a good thing if
he was dead by now.

Time of death is
less than 24 hours.

Who found her?

Shop owner taking
out the garbage.

No ID on her.

So far I count 12 stab wounds.

What kind of knife?

Single edge, serrated.

Looks like someone's
come out of retirement.

Our working theory is
Heller suspected someone

he knew was involved in
the murders 20 years ago.

He started poking around, suspect
caught wind of it, took him out.

Killing Heller might have been enough
to tickle the suspect's taste for blood,

put him back on the hunt.

It's most likely it was somebody
Heller knew personally,

like a friend or acquaintance.

We're drawing up a
list of males over 40

in his social and
professional orbits.

What about our Jane Doe?

No hit on her prints
and she doesn't match

any missing persons
report in the state.

Go wider. Put her
photo on the internet.

This guy's smart.

He knew enough not to leave
a calling card on the victim.

You can thank the O.J. Trial.

Everybody got a
primer on DNA evidence.

This guy was working before O.J.

and before the PD was
pulling DNA off victims.

Maybe we can use today's
technology on yesterday's evidence.

Negative for semen, negative
for blood other than the victim's.

This is a mess. Lot of this
stuff's just thrown in here,

no tags, no way to tell
what belongs to who.

Sylvia Watson.

One woman's shoe,
one pushup bra,

soda can. Another bra.

The girl who survived,
Diana McDermott,

she said her assailant
sucked on her bra.

Maybe we can
pull DNA off of that.

Even if we pull DNA off them, we
don't know what belongs to who.

A defense lawyer
would have a field day.

Sylvia was 19
when she was killed.

We lost her to drugs a
couple of years before that.

After all this time, why are
you asking about our girl?

We think we might have a lead
on the person who killed her.

Oh, my God.

First, we need you to
identify some clothing

Sylvia might have been
wearing when she was found.

Recognize either of these.

Yes.

The pretty pink one.

I bought it for her at
the Kmart on Crenshaw.

Who does that
other one belong to?

One of the other girls.

What other girls are
you talking about?

The other girls killed by the
man who killed your daughter.

The same man?

Well, how many
girls did he kill?

Nine that we know of
including one three days ago.

Nine?

No one told us
there were other girls.

No one told you there might
be a serial killer in your area?

No.

We thought Sylvia was killed
by one of her drug friends.

Nine girls.

Was Sylvia the first?

No, sir.

There were four
others before her.

Four?

And no one said a word?

We're very sorry.

Unbelievable.

There was a wolf loose
and nobody told these people

to keep their girls
safe at home?

The good old days, huh?

Cheer up, retired Detective
Bob Reedy just walked into RHD.

Betty Basehead
murders, we call them.

Once we saw the pattern,
I caught all the cases.

You realized this was the
work of a single suspect?

Yeah. Based on the
geography and the MO.

Why not put the word out, huh?

Give the locals a chance
to protect their own.

They didn't want
people to panic.

One tip might have
broken the case.

It wasn't my call.

Look, times were different then.

Height of the crack war,

ODs, crack whores,
dealers, snitches.

We were drowning in bodies.

After the King Riots,

the brass just pulled
us off the case.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Hey, nobody wanted to
have anything to do with cops.

He's still at it, huh?

Don't sweat it.

"Slauson Slasher."

Now he has a name.
All we need is a face.

The lab found trace DNA from
saliva on Sylvia Watson's bra.

But no matches to the
state databases or to CODIS.

So our suspect isn't in the database,
but maybe one of his relatives is.

You want to run a
search for familial DNA.

If one of his cousins was arrested,
their DNA will be in the database.

If we find the cousin,
maybe we find the suspect.

You'll need permission
from the Attorney General.

I'll get on it.

For an identical match to
the DNA sample from the bra,

I would need ten
pairs of alleles.

These peaks here.

But since we are looking for
close relatives of your suspect,

I set the search parameter
at eight pairs of alleles.

Congratulations. You
have one hit. Brandon Duffy.

Date of birth, 09-28-92.

He's 18. He'll be thrilled to hear
he's related to the Slauson Slasher.

Got it.

Brandon Duffy, convicted of
unlawful use of a vehicle in '08.

Joy-riding. Sentenced
to probation.

Let's go give him the good news.

Kid's living large.

Yeah, that's what you get when
your dad's a successful architect.

You know, the dad's 53.

Right in our
suspect's age range.

We could scam some of his
DNA, see if it matches our suspect.

Or we could just ask
for his cooperation.

Mr. Duffy,

sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Winters.

This is Detective Jaruszalski.
Is there a problem?

No, no, we just need your
help in an investigation.

Some DNA found at a crime scene
partially matches your son's DNA

taken when he was arrested
a couple of years ago.

My son's a suspect?

No. He's not in any trouble.

But we need to eliminate his
male relatives as potential suspects.

And how would you do that?

By taking a DNA swab.

We can do it right here.
Won't take but a few seconds.

You want my DNA? Not a chance.

I'm calling my lawyer.

You stay away from my son.

Your son smokes?

No. I do.

Thank you.

The lab pulled Mark Duffy's
DNA off his cigarettes,

but it's going to take at least a week
to run it for a match to our suspect.

Apart from his father, how many of
the son's other relatives fit the profile?

Four males on his dad's
side, two on his mother's.

None with priors. All
upstanding citizens.

Except cousin Bob who has a
thing for knives and young women.

Lieutenant.

Thanks.

Terrific. Duffy filed for a
restraining order against us

and he's got the
ACLU backing him up.

Mr. Duffy is not the
only family member

who's been harassed
by the police, Your Honor.

His brother's trash
was searched.

His brother-in-law's employer was
questioned as to his whereabouts.

The action was the result of a
search of databases for familial DNA,

which is why I'm here
on behalf of the ACLU.

This is a controversial new law
enforcement tool, Your Honor.

It, by definition,
targets innocent people.

It's a scientific fact that the
DNA found on one of the victims

is from an immediate male
relative of Brandon Duffy.

Must they all endure suspicion
and harassment by the police?

The police have the permission
of the Attorney General's office

to search familial DNA.

That doesn't immunize
it from my scrutiny.

I find the police conduct
here extremely disturbing.

What's disturbing, Your Honor,

is the fact that a serial killer
has been out there for 20 years,

nine young women
have been killed already,

the police are finally
closing in on the suspect.

Nobody is stopping
them, Your Honor.

As long as they don't trample
on the rights of innocent people.

Mr. Dekker, I'm issuing
a restraining order

to stop all further
testing of the Duffy's DNA

and to stop any further
investigation or surveillance

of the members of the
family without probable cause.

An appeal could take months.

By that time, the suspect
could completely disappear.

Counselor.

You need to see this. She
was found three hours ago,

same area as the others.

Miss Caffey, I want to
show you something.

I'm in a hurry.

Her name's LaTanya Weaver.
And she was found this morning,

near Slauson Avenue.

The next one's on you.

LaTanya was a
senior at Fremont High.

Average student, no
history of drugs or gangs.

Last seen Thursday night
walking home from a friend's.

I have a task force out canvassing
her route home. But so far, no leads.

Can we put any of Brandon
Duffy's relatives near the scene?

No. I had to pull
the surveillance

to comply with the
restraining order.

But we did find something
in the public records.

In 2004 Mark Duffy and his family
were granted an Order of Protection

from Maria Cordero, a 47-year-old
Latino living in Santa Ana.

Restraining orders,
orders of protection,

Mark Duffy's got
something to hide.

Mark Duffy?

No, my lawyer said I
can't talk about that.

That was six years ago.
Please, Mrs. Cordero,

we're investigating a murder.
Don't you want to help?

I don't know.

Mr. Duffy was very angry.

Why? What did you do?

I just wanted to see Brandon.

Their son? Why?

I have a daughter,

Angela.

When she was 17,

one night somebody come into
her room through the window,

he raped her.

This was Brandon?

Oh, no, no, no.

This was almost 20 years ago.

We moved here
after my husband died.

Angela got pregnant
from the rape

and we gave the baby
to an agency for adoption.

Brandon was the baby.

The Duffy's adopted him.

Yes.

Six years ago, Angela discovered
that she couldn't have children.

I was very sad.

I wanted to see my grandson.

I found him.

But Mr. Duffy wouldn't
let me see him.

He didn't want Brandon
to know how he was born

from a rape.

So he got a judge

to keep me away.

Brandon's adopted, that takes
Duffy and his relatives off the hook.

Mrs. Cordero, we're going to need
the names of Angela's blood relatives.

The men, uncles, cousins.

Please,

I don't want any more problems.

I'm sorry.

Now that the Duffys
are off the table,

we're looking for male relatives
of Brandon's biological parents.

His mom, Angela Cordero,

and his dad, an
unidentified rapist.

The rape was never reported,
there was no investigation, no leads.

And the kid's grandmother
won't cooperate.

Anyone else listed at
Maria Cordero's address?

Just Angela. But before they
moved to Santa Ana in '91,

they lived in Los Angeles

at 5864 Cimarron Street.

Yeah. South Central.
That's the right neighborhood.

Anybody else listed
at that address?

There's...

There's an Eduardo
Cordero, died 1991.

He must have been
Maria's husband.

That can't be our guy.

There's Luis Cordero,
three years younger.

Could have been his
brother, he'd be 54 now.

Where is he now?

Last known address
for him is '93.

Where is he working?

Last entry under his
social security is also 1993.

This is nice.

His last job. He was a
janitor at Rampart Division.

Luis Cordero?
Doesn't ring a bell.

Maybe if you had a DMV photo.

He didn't have
a driver's license.

The city records says
he worked the day shift.

I remember a Latino guy
who cleaned the bathrooms.

His name might've been Luis.

He was really into the
scanners we had back then.

Listening to the radio calls.

We had a name for
that guy, Bunnyman.

Yeah, right. Bunnyman,
after the punk band.

Echo and the Bunnymen?
What's the connection?

Well, this guy had
some kind of verbal tick,

you know, a nervous thing where he'd repeat
the last thing you said like an echo.

How you doing, Mr. Valdez?

Okay. Just working.

Any of those bangers
been bothering you?

Bothering me? Nah.

Everything's cool.

I like your cleaning technique.

You ever work as a custodian?

Custodian?

I like the fresh air.

Like the air around
Rampart Division?

Never worked there.

You know who did? Luis Cordero.

You're going to
pay for this suit, Luis.

Get up.

Valdez is on medication.

Dutasteride. For benign
prostatic hyperplasia.

Enlarged prostate. I've got one
the size of a Long Island potato.

Ah.

I got a beveled hunting
knife with a serrated spine.

Looks nice and clean.

Bleach.

Bingo.

Trophy case.

The police found two
bras stained with blood

matched to the
latest two victims.

And a knife consistent
with that used

on all of the victims,
including Mr. Heller.

There are thousands
of such knives in the city.

And for all anyone knows, my client found
those bras discarded in Ballona Creek.

Your Honor, Mr. Valdez has
worked for the city for over 25 years,

he's not going anywhere now.

Mr. Valdez has mastered
hiding in plain sight, Your Honor.

After his first killing spree, when
he was known as Luis Cordero,

he took his mother's maiden name,
got a new Social Security number

and started a new
life as a DPW worker.

Remand without bail is the only
way to keep him in our sights.

Your Honor, in a city that is
rife with pop stars and actors

who have changed their names...

Please, Mr. Solomon, is that
the best you can come up with?

Your client is remanded
without bail until trial.

Mr. Dekker.

Oh, Mr. Duffy, look, we won't
be bothering your family anymore.

You have to help us. My son
knows that he was adopted,

but we never told him
how he was conceived.

That's going to come
out during this man's trial,

how he's related to
Brandon, the rape.

I'm not sure I can prevent that.

It'll scar Brandon
for the rest of his life.

That's why I stopped you
before from testing our DNA.

Mr. Dekker, can't you offer this
man some kind of a plea bargain

so there's no trial.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Duffy,

but I don't hog-trade
with a serial killer.

But then my son would
never have to know.

I don't know what to tell you.

But I've got 11 murder
victims and their families.

I have to speak for them.

Brandon Duffy was a juvenile
when his DNA was taken

after his conviction
for joy-riding.

The law at the time stated

that the DNA could be
entered into the database

only when there was
an adult conviction.

Brandon was 15.

Fine. Let Brandon Duffy sue the
County Sheriff that took his DNA.

His parents don't want money.

They want to preserve their son's
privacy and prevent the revelation

that their son is
a child of rape.

Say the boy's DNA was
in the system in error.

What does it have
to do with Mr. Valdez?

Your Honor, my client
only became a suspect

because the police found Brandon
Duffy's DNA in the database.

All the evidence that
the police have recovered

stems from that
tainted DNA match.

He's right, Mr. Dekker,

without that boy's DNA the police
would not have found Mr. Valdez,

or the knife or the clothing.

Please don't tell me you're going
to dismiss our entire prosecution

because some clerk hit the
wrong key on his computer.

Facts are facts.

I'm dismissing the charges
and releasing Mr. Valdez.

Hold on, Your Honor.

We have a victim who
survived an attack by Mr. Valdez.

She may be able to identify him.

Before you put this
maniac back on the street,

will you at least give us a
chance to put him in a lineup?

Mr. Dekker, you
can have your lineup.

Okay, Miss McDermott,
take your time

and tell us if you see
the man who stabbed you.

I don't know. It
was so long ago.

I'm sorry.

I can't be sure.

It's okay.

We'll get you a ride home.

You're a free man, Luis.

I want two cars on him 24/7.

Eleven murder cases
blown out of the water.

What the hell's
the ACLU thinking?

Forget that. Judge Ridgeway
just tossed all our evidence.

Time to start from scratch.

DNA from the bra
worn by Sylvia Watson.

Legally we have to pretend we
don't know whose DNA that is.

Right.

Unidentified DNA sitting in the
computer database waiting for a match.

The trick is getting Valdez's
DNA back in the system legally.

We can.

If he gets arrested,
he'll be swabbed,

his DNA will be run through
the database automatically.

If he gets arrested again.

We have to make that happen.

We can't arrest
him on a pretext.

Valdez has to
actually do something.

Maybe he already has.

There's one victim here
who's been overlooked.

Luis is my brother-in-law,
Angela's uncle.

But we haven't seen him
since we moved to Santa Ana.

You and your husband shared
a house with him until then.

Why did you move out?

After my husband died, I didn't
feel comfortable living with Luis.

Angela was young,
it wasn't proper.

Angela?

I want to talk to you about
the rape 18 years ago.

What if I don't want to?

I can't force you.

But I think you can help us.

I think you can help
us with many cases.

We just moved into this house.

I was in my new
bedroom, sleeping.

I was 17.

I woke up,

I was on my stomach.

This man was on my back

raping me.

This man,

what did he look like?

I couldn't see.

He pushed my
face into my pillow.

I couldn't even scream.

Did he say anything?

Maybe you recognized his voice?

You did.

You did recognize his voice.

Angela,

all these women he's killed.

You could stop him.

Tell him, Angela.

Tell him.

He whispered in my ear,

it was like I was under water,

but I could tell it was...

It was Uncle Luis.

What did he say to you?

He said that if I
told my mother,

if I told the police,

he would kill me.

Angela refused
to go to the police.

So I took her to the doctor,

she was bleeding.

What are you going to do?

The rape happened
outside of our jurisdiction

so I need you to report it to
the police here in Santa Ana.

How can I say it's
him after all this time?

You let us worry about that.

But I promise you, you'll
never have to face him.

You'll never have to testify.

But I need you to be strong now.

I need you to stand
up for yourself.

1992?

Look, I'm happy to
put a rapist behind bars,

but it took her 18
years to report it?

She was 17 and the
rapist was her uncle.

He threatened to kill
her if she reported it.

There are emergency room
records confirming vaginal injury.

A rape kit?

I don't know. You have nothing
but the girl's word two decades later.

It's a dead loser before a jury.

Listen, Karen, this uncle,

he's the serial killer.

I'm sure you've read about him.

The one where you just
lost all your evidence?

We'll get it back.

I just need you to
prosecute him on the rape.

There's more than enough evidence
to get past the preliminary hearing.

The victim's credible.

Nice of the City to put a
serial killer back on payroll.

Well, he's union and
no conviction. So...

Our tax dollars hard at work.

Here comes the
Santa Ana Cavalry.

Freeze! Don't move!

Get down!

It's like watching a cop movie.

Hmm.

Now all we have to
do is wait for Santa Ana

to put his DNA in the database.

They finally ID'd our Jane Doe.

Kelli Torneau,
age 17, no family.

She was born in New Orleans.

Valdez's DNA just
hit the database.

Got him.

This is absurd, Your Honor. You
dismissed these murder cases last week.

Because the evidence then
was based on a match with DNA

that had been put in
the database in error.

Now the evidence
against Mr. Valdez

is based on his DNA that's been
properly put into the database

subsequent to
his arrest for rape.

An old rape case that Mr. Dekker
convinced Orange County

to use as a pretext
to arrest my client.

I did not rape my
niece, Your Honor.

And I did not kill nobody.

Quiet, Mr. Valdez.

This was no pretext arrest.

There was medical evidence
and an ID by the victim.

The rape happened 18 years ago.

Prosecution is barred by
the statute of limitations.

If defense counsel
had done his homework,

he'd know that there's no clock
for a sex crime against a minor

that went previously
unreported to the police.

The victim here was 17.

She's right, Mr. Solomon.

And since Prop 69 required
a DNA swab from Mr. Valdez

after his arrest for rape,

our murder cases no longer
go through a third party

or violate anyone's privacy.

He's got you there,
Mr. Solomon. But good.

I'm denying your
motion to dismiss.

All murder charges will stand.

I'll see you folks at trial.

Even if you win at trial,

we'll have this tied up with
appeals for the next 10 years.

And with the ACLU on
board, we might have Prop 69

declared unconstitutional or that
dubious statute of limitations exception.

And the next time Mr. Valdez
walks out of here, it might be for good.

You do what you got to do.

But I will be riding shotgun with the
Attorney General's office on the appeal.

Come on, Dekker,

a bird in the hand must
be worth something.

You're not hearing
me, Mr. Solomon.

This case is going to end when
your client receives a lethal injection

from the state of California.

Lethal injection?

Please. I'll stay in prison
for as long as you want.

All right, Dekker,

word on the street is that the
death penalty is not really your thing.

It's the law of this state
and I'm going to enforce it.

I was good when
I took those pills.

I never hurt nobody,

but Don Heller,

if he wasn't so nosey.

Nosey?

He found out that I
changed my name

and he asked me questions,
all the time questions.

And he just wouldn't
leave me alone.

And I...

But I'll take those pills again.

And I'll be good
again, but please...

Don't just let them kill me.

If you can convince a jury
that you deserve mercy,

so be it.

But I'm going to show you the same
mercy you showed those women.

Twenty-three years
ago, a lone predator

began murdering young, black
women in South Central Los Angeles.

With a knife as
sharp as wolves' teeth,

he tore his victims to pieces.

Young women whose
deaths weren't covered on TV,

didn't make the front
page of newspapers.

Young women whose murders

weren't given their
proper due by the police.

With time, the evidence
was packed away in boxes,

the murder books
pushed to the back shelf,

the cases faded away.

The victims were forgotten,

by all except their families.

Until now.

We will prove

that this man that
sits before you,

Luis Valdez,

is one of the most
vicious serial killers

in the history of this city.

And today, everyone will
know the names of his victims.

Sherry Conlon.

Beverly Greene.

Sylvia Watson.

Milicent Taylor.

Marlena Treadway.

Grace Bradshaw.

Luanne Hicks.

Diana McDermott.

Don Heller.

Kelli Torneau.

LaTanya Weaver.

Finally,

they will all have
their day in court.