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The story you are about to see

was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

It was Wednesday.

It was warm in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were working the day

shift out of robbery homicide.

The call came in at 11:15, a butcher shop, Boyle Heights,

two men down.

At first, it was like any other case.

How could I know where it would lead,

or that it would put my entire career on the line?

Most of all, how could I know it would

end in the use of deadly force, that I would be

responsible for taking a life.

Armed robbers who were smart worked at night-- less traffic,

easier to get away.

These robbers were clumsy and reckless.

That made them more dangerous.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

This is trigger happy, like five or six shots each.

Elfman here thinks he's Ouija.

Who?

Young people, no education.

Famous, took pictures of dead bodies.

Let's hope that camera's working.

Joe, Frank, the deceased, Juan, Vasquez,

36, Carter, Samuel L, 29.

We're still canvassing, no luck yet.

Well, someone saw something.

This neighborhood, couldn't get a witness to a smog alert.

Detectives, John Gonzalez, he owns the place.

Oh, no.

Detective, you were at the scene of the crime,

and two people were dead.

I don't understand.

Why did you think that others were left alive?

We didn't.

We had no idea.

Detective Friday followed procedure.

He asked to see the store's security camera tape.

Ms. Chang, the County Civilian Review

Board makes that decision.

Let's not make this adversarial.

This detective's career is at stake.

All right, let's proceed.

You didn't know the others were left alive,

so you asked to see the security tape?

That's correct.

The owner of the place led us to a storeroom

to get the security tape.

We hoped it would lead us to the robbers.

We were surprised when we went in and found Mr. and Mrs. Polk.

What in God's name?

We heard shots.

What happened out there?

What happened in here?

There were three of them.

He brought us back here to kill us.

Who brought you back here?

The two who were robbing the store.

They sent us back with this kid.

He had a gun.

They told him to kill us.

Wait.

How many robbers?

All together, three of them.

And they sent you back here?

With the boy, he was, like, 19 or 20.

Yeah, he taped us up.

He stood there with the gun.

I thought we were dead.

What happened?

He just stared at us.

And then, bam, bam, he-- he fired into the ceiling.

Yeah, and then we heard a lot of shots.

It sounded like a war out there.

That boy was supposed to shoot us.

All right, please don't move.

Whoever that kid was, he wasn't a killer.

And whoever was out front thinks

these two people are dead.

Dan, do us a favor.

Put a car in this alley.

Get these two people in it.

Don't let anyone see them.

What is this?

It's, um, complicated.

Put 'em in that apartment on Sixth,

the one OC keeps for witnesses.

We'll get their later.

I hope you know what you're doing.

So do we.

Detective, what did you think you were doing?

I was attempting to protect our witnesses.

I'd like to explain why.

These two men were the robbers.

We later identified them as Brian Sanchez and his brother,

Darryl, and we knew that they had

killed the two store employees.

We knew that they ordered this man, Tommy Lee Martinez,

to kill the two people locked in the storeroom, Mr. and Mrs.

Polk, but Martinez fired the shots into the ceiling,

sparing their lives.

The Polks had seen the robbers' faces.

If the robbers knew, they'd tried to kill them.

They would also try to kill their accomplice.

Now, I had to find the robbers before they found

out the Polks were still alive.

So you coerced the coroner to lie?

Order another van.

Use body bags.

You'll need two.

Stuff them with-- with newspaper or something.

Do you want to explain this?

Not really, we'll handle the press.

Whatever you say.

I trust you.

I really do, but this could be a terrible mistake.

Mistakes help us learn.

Are you ready?

I always wanted to learn how to get my ass fried.

Here it comes.

Dooley, media relations, what do we know?

Armed robbery, four dead, no suspects.

I admit I misled the press.

I asked the coroner's office to pretend two people

were dead when they weren't.

You were risking your career as a police officer.

That young man risked his life to save

two other people's lives.

I didn't want him to die.

Four dead, no leads-- easy.

Detective, I'll assume that you would

like to remain on the force.

If I were you, I would think very carefully

about what you're saying.

I did what I did then.

I'd do the same thing now.

Enough people would die before this was over.

I appreciate this.

You deserve help.

I'm good at it.

Well, this won't help you at the DA's office,

representing a cop.

I can always get a job.

Anyway, my family has money, so, you know, if I'm out of work,

they'll pay the bills.

This is gonna get rougher.

They're just doing their job.

Well, with the most recent past, Rampart,

they're going to try to look aggressive to cover themselves.

Try to stay cool, and don't let 'em rattle you.

Veritas non erubescit.

Tertullian said, the truth doesn't blush.

Let's move on to your manipulation of the media.

A certain reporter was given exclusive rights to this case.

Yes, in exchange for keeping certain facts from the public.

Facts being the actual number of victims.

You announced four dead.

I heard a rumor.

I heard it was only two.

Who's been spreading rumors?

Well, you know I can't tell you that.

Is it true?

You don't want to do this.

Of course, I do.

It's my job, and my deadline is just under three hours.

That's another problem with reporters.

They never see the whole picture.

Draw it for me.

I'll see it.

Well, what if we told you lives were at stake?

Well, I want to be reasonable.

Here's my offer.

I get it, exclusive.

If I don't have it by 8:00 tomorrow night,

I run it anyway.

You lie to me, I have no choice.

I roast you.

Deal?

Deal.

At this point, you still had no ID for that third gunman.

No, we asked the detective from robbery division

to look at the security tape.

That looks like the Sanchez boys.

Darryl, the big one, they call Big D. Kid brother

is Brian, known as Baby.

Do you recognize the little guy, white t-shirt,

up in the left-hand corner?

That's the third robber.

No, I can identify him.

We'll get a Cal Tech to enhance this.

That's cold.

He takes a swig, fires away.

Look at the kid.

He just left the Polks in the storeroom, didn't kill them.

Yeah, the clerks are dead, and he's in shock.

Now, watch.

They have to come back and drag him out of there.

Does this all mean what I think it means?

Well, they sent him out back to pop the customers.

He was scared, nervous I don't know.

The Sanchez brothers, I would be nervous.

These are very bad guys.

Darryl Sanchez and Brian Sanchez

both had extensive rap sheets-- two 211s, three DUIs,

multiple possession arrests, and now that we had the names

and mugshots, we went to our witnesses to confirm the ID.

I don't like this, being locked up here.

Mr. Polk, you've got to realize the robbers may recognize you.

Now, if we don't find them, you're

not gonna be safe anywhere.

Do you recognize any of those men?

Oh, definitely-- him and him.

Oh, I don't-- I don't know.

He's afraid that if he identifies them,

they're gonna come back and kill us.

You want me to identify them?

OK, but right now, let me be straight with you.

You stick me in a courtroom with 100

gang bangers in the front row, then,

no, I never saw them before.

I don't recognize anyone, neither does my wife.

In the meantime, we focused on finding the Sanchez brothers.

We had a previous address and located

their cousin, Estella Denoen.

We had her come in.

I had to go out, anyway.

I hate these people.

They are complete scum.

We appreciate you coming down.

Oh, I know what you really think.

You think we all hate cops.

Not me, I want you on my street every day because that way,

I stay alive.

The more cops, the better.

Please, have a seat.

They're garbage.

When I was a little girl, they shot

my baby brother, these gangs.

Your cousins, uh, Big D and Baby.

My whole family.

Do you have any idea where we could find them?

I've been trying since you called.

The last time they were on the run, they went way the hell

out to the middle of nowhere.

Let me think-- one of those towns in places

I've never been.

A desert or county?

I don't know.

Well, they gotta hang someplace-- gang

bangers, other houses.

I got an idea.

You know that crack house, Virgil and 10th?

Well, narco will know it.

We'll find it.

Big D, he used to sell them crack.

They know where he hangs.

INVESTIGATOR So although the woman

was a relative of the robbers, you accepted what she said?

I didn't think she had a reason to lie.

She seemed genuinely interested in helping us.

INVESTIGATOR You checked out her story?

Narco told us where the crack house was.

We drove over there and found it.

Hey.

Hey, get up.

Come on. - Come on.

- Let's go. - On your feet, up.

Go.

Come on, in there.

Down here, sit down.

We want information.

Big D, Baby Sanchez, you tell us where they are,

you get your smoke back.

You don't, I'm gonna throw that down in the sewer.

Think about it.

Hey, give me that rock, pendejo.

Give us the Sanchez brothers.

They hang in Cordera.

Well, where is Cordera?

Out by 66.

Why Cordera?

A friend of Baby and Big D live out there.

Friend, who?

Name of Tommy Lee Martinez, Baby

stopped Tommy from getting porked at Preston, you know,

Reformatory.

Where in Cordera?

And don't say you don't know.

The motel, Sleepy Glen.

We drove to the city of Cordera to see if the information was

accurate.

Do you know anyone on the Cordera Police Department?

No, a small city.

You didn't call them for backup?

Not immediately, we went to the motel

where the drug addicts had told us

the Sanchez brothers might be.

We discovered that two men had registered

under the name of Jones.

They fit the description of the Sanchez brothers.

INVESTIGATOR Why didn't you simply arrest

the Sanchezes immediately?

We were out of LAPD jurisdiction.

Following procedure, we requested

backup from the Cordera PD.

Detective, tell them how long it took the city

of Cordera police to respond.

Almost two hours, at the time, I thought it was

because they were understaffed.

I had no idea that it was for a very different reason.

A different reason, that assumes that you're

right about what happened.

The delay was on purpose.

I think the facts bear that out.

They finally arrived with an assault team.

This is my partner.

This is Joe Friday.

Joe, this is Sergeant-- - How you doing?

How you doing?

Sergeant Gil Thorn and detectives--

Ted Willis.

Jack Quinn.

How you doing?

Bathroom window, they're gone.

Well, well, well, saw themselves on TV.

These are lucky guys.

REPORTER Sanchez, brothers

thought to be involved in a string of other robberies--

You thought your suspects had been tipped

off so they could escape?

We found the TV news crew just up the street.

They admitted receiving an anonymous tip

from a male caller, and, yes, I suspected

the city of Cordera police.

Well, why'd you think it came from them?

Detective Friday new the leak didn't come from LAPD,

and no one else knew about it.

The Sanchez brothers could have seen Detective Friday and

his partner and have taken off.

Possible, but would two robbers call the media?

And Detective Friday is obviously right, so

why don't you stick to questions that

have some semblance of logic?

By what logic would the Cordera Police blow your arrest?

Someone on that squad didn't want the Sanchez

brothers taken alive.

I didn't know who or why, but there

was no way I was letting it go.

This department doesn't leak.

Well, someone's did.

I'm sorry.

I didn't make myself clear?

Don't tell me this couldn't happen at LAPD.

I don't make mistakes like that.

Your department makes mistakes in a bigger

league, all together, like OJ.

Enough.

Sorry, that was over the line.

I'm not the most tactful guy in the world, as you noticed.

Did Detective Friday share his theory with you?

Yes, he believed someone in the Cordera Police Department

wanted the Sanchez brothers to escape.

Do you ever disagree with Detective Friday?

Regularly, sir.

But in general, you follow his lead.

Yes, I back my partner's play.

He has 20-something years experience.

I'd be an idiot not to to.

So you thought the Cordera Police were corrupt,

and you confronted them?

All right, let's move on-- Big D and Baby Sanchez.

They like liquor stores.

We think they hit one here last month.

We don't know that was them.

It was their MO.

One of our guys took three in the chest,

didn't make it to the ambulance.

Yeah, I saw that on the-- on the news.

I'm sorry.

Can-- can we talk local associates?

A crackhead told us that Big D and Baby Sanchez went

to Preston Reformatory with a kid

from here, Tommy Lee Martinez.

I've worked a thousand Martinezes.

No, Martinez, Tommy Martinez, that kid,

didn't he snitch for you?

That was Vasquez.

No, Martinez, Tommy Lee Martinez,

he blew that case of yours.

It was Vasquez, my partner, here.

Mexican names all sound alike.

Has your source put this Martinez

with the Sanchez brothers?

You know this Martinez kid?

No, I'm just curious.

We want to help you.

What just happened in there?

Let's start with Detective Quinn.

He knows Tommy Lee Martinez.

He doesn't want to admit it.

And that sergeant, the way he was tapping his pencil,

was he tweaked?

Scared.

Of?

Of his own detective, Quinn.

Well, I got a bad idea in my head.

The Sanchez boys, Quinn said they killed a Cordera cop.

What does that tell you?

Maybe that's why the news showed up tonight.

Quinn wants the Sanchezes out on the street.

For a little frontier justice.

So he calls of the reporters.

He knows the boys are watching TV.

I'm betting Tommy Martinez was the third robber.

Let's call Cal Tech see where they are with that tape.

Why do these things always happen at night?

We serve and protect.

We don't picking the hours.

How good can you get it?

Well, I've been adding pixels to it, praying

they're in the right place.

Tommy Lee Martinez.

Yeah.

That's him.

Kept to himself in reform school.

If you were a little guy like Martinez, you would, too.

Of all the friends he could've picked,

why the Sanchez brothers?

The smart game-- when they're coming from behind,

get some cover.

So tell me again.

Why are we looking for Martinez when

the Sanchezes did the shooting?

Because they could lead us to them.

And that's all?

You want to save this kid's life.

You're damn right I do because if we don't get to that kid

before that story breaks, he's gonna die.

And who knows what's gonna happen to him if those Cordera

cops get a hold of him?

Hey, I was in narco, thought I'd check in.

Nice to see you.

Now, go away.

We're busy.

When do I find out about the dead people

who aren't really dead?

When the time is right.

Well, make it soon.

I'm not the only one who smells this.

You have my number.

Goodnight.

It says here, juvie social worker report,

Tommy Martinez grew up in Cordera Center Housing Project.

Both parents died in a fire.

He was homeless, no known addresses.

Hold on-- Martinez, Tommy Lee, parole hearing.

His youth counselor testified, Roy Wingate.

INVESTIGATOR Detective,

why were you pursuing Martinez?

SMITH Isn't it obvious?

We thought the Sanchez brothers would kill Martinez

if they found him first, and we really did think he might

know where the Sanchezes were.

We met with Martinez's counselor at a diner in Fontana.

Tommy, the kind of kid who makes you want to quick,

find a new mission in life.

We were under the impression he was OK.

He is.

He's a good kid.

You see one trying that hard and still not making it.

You don't, uh, you don't hear from him?

A year ago, he wanted to talk about "Count of Monte Cristo."

I saw that.

It was good.

He said it taught him how revenge didn't work.

We met with this Cordera detective,

uh, Quinn, Jack Quinn.

He seemed to have some-- I don't know-- some sort of past

with Martinez.

You know, I work with so many cops,

uh, I-- I can't place the name.

Um, I hope you find Tommy.

Thanks for the coffee.

Mr. Wingate, this Martinez kid's in real serious trouble.

We're trying to help him.

I live here.

I got three kids.

There's a Cordera cop, retired.

His name is, uh, Lucati.

Maybe he can help you.

Goodnight.

A social worker afraid of cops.

Yeah.

You really scared the hell out of my wife.

Phone rings, 3 o'clock in the morning--

Sorry.

Night and day, 24 hours, LAPD on the job--

I remember those days.

Tommy Lee Martinez, you have no idea what you're looking at.

We have a notion it's got something to do with Quinn.

Jack Quinn?

There's a piece of work.

We noticed.

This kid, Martinez, wanted to be a hero.

Don't ask me why a kid from the projects wants to help cops.

He rats these dealers out to Quinn, one after another,

but Quinn, he ain't bringing 'em in, see?

What Jack is doing, he's ripping the dealers off.

Using the kid to find dope to steal.

And it gets much better.

The kid finds out, gets pissed, no more snitching.

Quinn, get this one.

Quinn offers to cut the kid in, give him a piece of the action.

Son of a bitch.

The kid turns him down.

Quinn got pissed, sets the kid up, plants dope on him,

puts him back in Preston.

Quinn's shaking down dope dealers.

What's he doing on the force?

Nobody messes with Quinn.

You don't want to get in his way.

All of these allegations of wrongdoing by Detective Quinn,

did you ever report any of this?

It's a different department in a different city.

Did you do anything you were supposed to do,

Detective Smith, or did you simply

follow your partner around without

any independent thought?

I'm advising Detective Smith not to answer until you

make some pretense of respect.

I don't need his respect.

We didn't go to Quinn's boss because we had no idea

how deep the corruption went.

Our goal was finding Tommy Lee Martinez,

so we went to the streets.

We talked to friends of his, people he'd done time with.

We learned he had a girlfriend, Denise Blondine.

She lived just south of the city of Cordera with her parents.

Speaking with her mother eliminated any doubt that we

had about Detective Quinn.

I just want my daughter back.

Ma'am, we don't have your daughter.

You took her last night.

Ms. Blondine, calm down.

We're LAPD.

We did not arrest your daughter.

You didn't arrest Denise?

No, we didn't.

Last night, they came for her.

They said she had violated parole.

I have been calling all night, and they say she's not there.

She was here.

I don't know why the hell they moved her.

They just did.

Maybe someone doesn't want us to talk to her.

You're way out of line.

You know what I think?

I think you've got a detective, dirty up to his eyelids,

and he's covering old tracks.

Thorn, this is your ass on the line, and you know it.

Sergeant, the Blondine girl, she was moved,

3:00 this morning.

They took her to Chino's sheriff station for booking.

Never heard of that trick before.

You, Joe?

Oh, no, move someone from station to station?

Gee, if I wanted to isolate someone,

that's the way I'd do it.

Get your car, officer.

We're giving them an escort.

Yes, sir.

You agreed to go with Sergeant

Thorn, thought he was reliable?

We did.

We thought he would help us find Martinez's girlfriend.

INVESTIGATOR Even though you,

yourself, didn't understand precisely what was going on.

So why would they move her way out here?

They wanted her any place but Cordera,

someplace they could work on her privately.

Pull over.

Frank, pull over.

Detective Friday, Smith.

A long way from home, aren't we?

We're waiting to meet a snitch.

Sure, you are.

Forget your snitch.

Go back to the station.

Sergeant--

Why'd you move the girl?

Regulations, sir, her parole violation falls

under sheriff's jurisdiction.

Get out of here.

I don't answer to you.

I answer to the chief of detectives.

Go back to the station.

Sit at your desk.

Don't talk to anyone.

Don't even pick up the damn phone.

You're making a mistake, here.

Not like the one you made, drive.

You win.

You care to elaborate?

Sure, if she'd have walked out the door,

they'd have picked her up, got what they needed,

an dumped her in a ravine somewhere.

Sergeant Thorn admitted

that a detective under his command

was about to commit murder?

And I believed him.

And yet, he never began an internal investigation

into Detective Quinn.

Now, why is that?

Gil Thorn is the only person who could answer that.

He was afraid of Detective Quinn.

He had a right to be.

That's the reason he's dead.

So even though you suspected rampant corruption

within the Cordera Police Department,

you trusted Sergeant Thorn?

I trusted him, and we resumed our search

for Tommy Lee Martinez.

My partner, Sergeant Thorn, and myself went

to the Chino sheriff's station.

Sergeant Thorn arranged for the release

of Denise Blondine, the girlfriend of Tommy Martinez.

Man, I never thought LAPD looked so good to me.

You're gonna be fine.

Well, I kept thinking I ain't ever

gonna get out of their alive.

All right, Denise, take it easy.

Come on. Let's go.

We'll get you in the car.

Listen to me.

They locked me up.

I'm not getting in that car.

No way, the cops, Cordera, I know all about 'em.

Then tell us what you know about them.

I know, OK? I just know.

Now, we got you out of there.

Didn't we, Denise?

And we're gonna get you home.

OK, oh, I didn't want to give up Tommy to them.

He called me.

He has this cholo, some kind of plumber or something.

I don't know.

Tommy said he'd be cool, take care of him.

All right, this plumber, whatever, does he have a name?

Horacio, Horacio Garcia, he, uh, he

works over at that place on 32.

You know, the feedlot where they sell hay and stuff?

I'm guessing that's not our guy.

Hola, mi amigo.

Smith and Friday, LAPD.

LAPD?

I run this place.

What can I do for you?

Oh, we're looking for somebody who works her-- Horacio Garcia.

Horacio?

Um, oh, yeah, he's a handyman.

He's not working today.

This is a homicide investigation.

Uh, Horacio, he is-- he is on vacation.

He-- he has some family in El Salvador.

He won't be back for a couple weeks.

We understand.

You think that we're here to nail him, but we're not.

No, no, he's not here.

No, no, no, you can't go in.

No, don't even think about it.

Horacio Garcia, where's Tommy Lee Martinez?

Who are you?

LAPD, believe it or not, we're here to help him stay alive.

INVESTIGATOR This man could have

been leading you into a trap.

FRIDAY Yes, that was possible.

INVESTIGATOR What made you think he hadn't?

These people weren't afraid of us.

They were afraid of the cops and the Cordera PD.

Tommy, it's me, Horacio.

Don't shoot.

I didn't kill nobody.

Are you alone?

Yeah.

All right, put your hands behind your back.

You have the right to remain silent, and do it.

I could have died, man.

Big D said, in and out, tap the till.

That's it.

Did it occur to you that couple could identify you?

I didn't think, man.

It happened so quick.

Baby said, we in and out.

I couldn't pop those people.

That old lady, crying and scared?

I never popped nobody.

I can tell you where they are. It's an old--

Shut up, all right?

Just sit down.

You know, you've got it bad right now, Tommy.

Listen.

We're on your side.

We want to make this work for you.

We'll talk to the DA, then you get leveraged.

Do you understand?

Yeah, I get it.

All right, you agree to tell us where the Sanchez's are,

and you'll testify against them in exchange for the possibility

of a plea bargain.

It's OK.

I trust you.

Where are they?

INVESTIGATOR What did Martinez tell you?

He said the Sanchez brothers were holed

up in a junkyard near Cordera.

You alerted the Cordera Police?

FRIDAY It was their turf.

I had no choice.

INVESTIGATOR And you called the press?

Yes, I called the reporter we had made the deal with.

She had kept her end of the bargain.

I kept mine.

They won't get out the bathroom window this time.

What do you think they're packing?

A hell of a lot more than a few automatics.

OFFICER Awaiting further.

Hold your positions.

OFFICER Hold positions.

Darryl Sanchez and Brian Sanchez,

this is Detective Friday of the Los Angeles Police Department.

We can assure you you'll be safely

escorted without incident.

Open the door.

Come out with your hands high above your heads.

You have 30 seconds.

OFFICER Hold your position.

We have movement.

Suspects coming out the door.

Cease fire.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Detective, so this is it.

That's how you see it.

You should look to share that view.

Cordera, Redlands, Cucamonga, all these small towns

where people are tight with each other-- it's tough trying

to work where you don't belong.

The Sanchez brothers are off the street, permanently.

Tommy Martinez is safe and sound in LA County Jail.

Everybody got what they wanted.

As far as I'm concerned, this is over.

No, it's not.

Let's return to the incident at the junkyard.

Incident?

It was a massacre.

Hold your fire.

Hold your fire.

Detective Quinn clearly fired the first shot.

He wanted the Sanchez brothers dead.

Four days later, you asked for a personal leave.

I needed to step away from the situation.

This is over.

No, it's not.

But you didn't step away.

In fact, you pursued a personal vendetta

against Detective Quinn.

Let's be careful.

Vendetta is a strong word.

It doesn't matter what they call it.

Two days after the shoot-out, the Cordera PD investigation

exonerated Detective Quinn.

I figured the system would take care of Quinn.

I was wrong.

The first time I met Quinn, we talked about the shooting

of a Cordera PD officer.

They were all nervous about it.

Last month at a liquor store, one of our guys

took three in the chest, didn't make it to the ambulance.

This was the officer who was shot.

His name was Rick Moran.

Now, you have to think about this.

Quinn said the Sanchez brothers killed

Moran at a liquor store holdup.

You can imagine Quinn wanting revenge.

You thought it was something else.

That's right.

I called Sergeant Gil Thorn and asked for a meeting.

You didn't have to drive in.

I could've come out to Cordera.

Are you nuts?

You think I want to be seen with you?

I don't have a death wish.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to bring all this down on you.

You baited Quinn.

He said it wasn't over.

He's scared.

What do you want?

Rick Moran, shot by the Sanchez brothers

in that liquor store, what really happened?

If we go down this road, there's

no telling where it ends.

It's your call.

I'll go down the road with you, or we can stop right here.

The Sanchez brothers never even worked Cordera.

Suddenly, they hit a liquor store, an officer shows up,

and he gets killed?

A setup.

I didn't want to think so, then.

But you think so now.

This officer who got shot, Rick Moran, he'd worked with Quinn.

Then one day, he decides he needs to work nights.

Trying to get away from Quinn.

Quinn knew which officer would respond.

For some reason, he wanted Moran dead.

I don't know why, but I think he had the Sanchez brothers do it.

You can't prove this?

No, but I heard a rumor yesterday.

Word is the Sanchez brothers had tapes of conversations

with Quinn.

They were gonna blackmail him.

Where are the tapes?

I don't know.

I were you, I'd watch the visitors

list for that kid, Martinez.

He has to know.

This Rick Moran, the officer who was shot,

have any survivors?

Jack Quinn and my husband, they were like brothers,

on and off the job.

Jack's a wonderful man.

They work a lot together?

It's a small department.

When my husband worked days, him and Jacked

worked the same cases.

So Rick, your husband, switched to night shifts?

He wanted to see more of our kids during the day.

So at that time, he wasn't working with Detective Quinn?

No, and I knew something bad would happen.

Nights, Jack wouldn't be there to look out for him.

So Detective Quinn and your husband,

do you recall any disagreements around that time?

What do we mean by that?

Well, you know what they say, that partners

are like-- like a marriage.

Well, they had a good marriage.

Jack was devastated by Rick's death.

He's-- he's been there for me.

He's helping pay my kids' tuition to parochial school.

That's very generous.

What would my husband's death have to do with your case?

I really can't get into it.

Well, Jack Quinn is a good man.

He's there for me now.

He says that's what you do for people you love.

Quinn was smart.

He supported the widow to keep her inline.

You saw no other motive?

Maybe easing his guilt, but I doubt it.

What did you do then?

Rick Moran's widow didn't know anything.

Or if she did, she couldn't admit it to herself,

but I knew.

Quinn was more than just dirty.

He set up the killing of a fellow officer.

So you took Sergeant Thorn's advice,

and you monitored Tommy Martinez's visitor's list?

I got a call the next afternoon.

A visitor had been there.

I went to see Martinez.

What did the kid tell you?

His visitor was an old friend from the streets.

He asked Martinez if he knew where the Sanchez

brothers had hidden telephone tapes

implicating Detective Quinn.

Turns out the kid's visitor was a snitch who worked

for Detective Jack Quinn.

So Quinn was looking for the tapes?

They were at the apartment of the Sanchez brothers

cousin, Estella Denoen.

The second I heard that, I told Thorn to meet

me at the cousin's apartment.

I want those tapes.

Do you understand?

I don't know anything about any tapes, OK, please?

Hold still.

Move.

Put the gun down, Quinn.

Put 'em down, guys.

Put 'em down, or I'll blow her head off.

There's two of us, Jack.

It's the end.

You wouldn't shoot.

It's not in you.

Put 'em down.

We'll work this out.

Don't do it, Gil.

I'll kill her.

You know I will.

How many times, Jack?

I've let too much go by.

You're gonna let this one go, too.

King 20 to Control.

I've got an officer involved-- I've got an officer,

and I've got a suspect down.

Request paramedics, 136 Milpus.

Copy that.

Help's on the way.

Two police officers killed.

No matter what your reasons, that's not a good result.

Actually, it's three officers.

You forgot about Moran.

You took the word of an armed robber

over that of a police officer, and you ignored

the Cordera PD's investigation.

Was it worth it?

Seven people dead?

I don't think anything's worth that.

Give us a moment, please.

For the record, the County Civilian Review Board

has investigated case number 31-6097.

We feel that the record is clear in that case.

Additionally, we conclude that detective Friday

acted appropriately in the fatal shooting

of Detective Jack Quinn.

We are recommending that he be returned to active-duty status.

Ms. Chang, if you'll join us in the records room,

we'll give you the disposition papers.

Thank you.

For one single moment, it felt like

victory, and then it didn't.

Thorn was dead.

Quinn was dead.

One lesson we learn over and over-- you

never know where your actions will lead.

In more than 20 years as a detective,

I had never fired my gun, and now I had killed a man.

You hope every experience will teach you something.

It would take me a long while to figure out what I was

supposed to learn from this.