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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.