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Citizen reports shots
fired at 1400 block of vesper.

Possible location of 6A-37.

Air 13.
We'll be en route to that call.

We got about 30 seconds.

Copy that, air 13.

319 en route.

274 responding.

Air 13.
I'm over friar and vesper.

I got a black-and-white.
Code 6 in the area.

10-4, air 13.
Please advise.

I think I got someone down here.

Control, send me an ambulance
to my location right here...

Friar and vesper.

Copy, air 13.
Do you have a fix on our officers?

- They're not responding.
- Hey, guys, friar and vesper...

Can you come up for air 13?

Shop 542, come in for air 13.
You up, partner?

Officers at friar and vesper,
come up for air 13.

Partner, bring me around real quick.

I think I got some officers here.

Control, be advised... I have
officers down at the location.

Friar and vesper...
Officers need help.

Get me two paramedics to my location
right here... friar and vesper.

Officers down.
I say again... officers down.

Copy, air 13.
Officers down.

Shop 319, I got you there.

It looks like shop 274 behind him.

They're right there in front of you.
There you go. Use caution in the area.

Control, get me two paramedics
to my location right here...

- Friar and vesper.
- 10-4, air 13.

Paramedics rolling.

I'm gonna need at least 3
more units at my location.

We need everybody on this one.

All right, the east building tops
and the north building tops are clear.

I got no suspect activity
on these rooftops.

Control, what's the E.T.A.
on my units? I need paramedics here now.

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Detective.

Okay, Buzz.

Make sure to get
the body over here, please.

Thank you.

So, what happened here?

Based on where
the black-and-white got fired on,

looks like our guys followed
a car around this corner here...

Probably making a traffic stop...

Got ambushed before
they could even get out.

They didn't even have time
to put the car in park.

The officers were short-stopped.

Lieutenant Tao?

That would put
the suspect's car about...

About here.

So...

They turn the corner,
jump out of the car...

Fire on the black-and-white
as it drives up.

- Why?
- I don't know.

But our guys got lit up by
some pretty heavy firepower.

I mean, look at the casings.
Assault rifles.

Looks like the kid
was standing here,

firing the .25 auto.

So he wasn't the driver.

Or maybe he wasn't
in the car at all.

Sergeant Brown, I think that piece
of plastic is from a car's taillight.

We'll be able to get the make and
model as soon as SID is through with it.

- Deputy Chief Johnson.
- Captain Raydor.

One moment, please.

Sergeant Elliot,
get a picture of this.

It would appear that the officer
behind the wheel had

to fire back through the windshield.

That officer had a name, Captain.
It's Mike Stern.

I rode with his father.

Yeah, and Mike's partner,
Enrique Duran...

He bled to death on the street.

It's upsetting.

But we all have to be very careful

with our emotions over
the next couple of days.

Captain Raydor,
pardon me for bringing this up,

but isn't it a little early for force
investigations to be on the scene?

Officers murdered in
the street belong to Major Crimes.

And civilians killed by LAPD
belong to me.

Everything about this says gangs.

Everything except
the dead white boy over there,

who I have to treat as a victim
until proven otherwise.

It's obvious that your victim was
shooting at our police officers,

who, despite being immensely

outgunned, only fired back
in self-defense.

And you can prove that right now

as we stand here?

That gun belonged to that boy,
and he fired it?

Because if you can't,

what I see is a traffic stop

that ended in a massive shootout,
and I've got to ask, "why?"

It's my job to answer that question,
Captain.

It's my job, as well...

Because these officers,
while defending themselves,

discharged their weapons,

and a civilian died.

If you'll just step into
my command post for...

I'm not... I'm not...

I'm not going anywhere with you.

I can't stop FID from...

interfering but you want to be involved,
you're gonna have to follow me.

Okay. So,

this dead kid here...
Does he have a name?

Kevin Weber. His driver's
license says he's 18 years old.

He has a simi valley address
and a juvenile arrest for vandalism.

Okay, I want the search warrant

for his home ready when
we notify the family.

Chief, so far,
no eyewitnesses to the gunfight,

but lots of people saw two
guys in a dark-brown car...

No make or model...
Taking off, heading east.

- Anyone get a license-plate number?
- No, ma'am.

I released a tip-line
number to the press.

We'll get a lot of crazies calling in,
but we may also get some leads.

- Thank you.
- You're gonna have every cop

in the city pulling over
every dark car they see.

That's why I'm not handing
that information over to anyone,

including our own officers.
I'm not here to inspire a lynch mob.

When I need your assistance,
I'll ask for it, Captain. Thank you.

Lieutenant Tao, why don't you field
the calls from the tip line, please?

Lieutenant Flynn,
why don't you stay on SID

And make sure
they follow up on that...

Taillight and ballistics, please.

And, Sergeant Gabriel, I want to know
as soon as that search warrant comes in.

Thank you.

And I have a 72-hour deadline.

So the sooner I head off
charges against these officers

for the improper use of force...

You want to question these officers
about excessive use of force? Really?

- Go to the morgue.
- With all due respect, Sir,

when civilians are killed
by LAPD Officers, lawsuits follow.

Nothing protects our department more
completely than finding out the truth.

You want truth?
I have a couple of truths.

I have to leave here now
and tell the Chief and the Mayor

how we intend to catch the people
who brutally murdered two of our own.

Also, I have to explain
to the families of our fallen officers

why their husbands

and fathers
are not coming home tonight.

And afterwards,

I have to prove
that they died with honor.

Or would you prefer
their reputations smeared

in a civil suit alleging
that they acted in bad faith?

All right, FID shares the scene,
but it belongs

to Major Crimes.

You may work alongside
Chief Johnson,

but you may not impede her forward
motion while solving the case.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, Sir.

Thank you.

Chief, we have a search warrant
for Kevin Weber's apartment.

- Okay, thank you. Let's go.
- I'm going with you.

Why?

'cause at the moment,
Kevin Weber is my victim,

and I have to do the notification.

I hope you have your own car.

Can you all just watch
where you're walking?

And please put everything
back where you found it.

You hear me, boy?

We'll be extra careful.

We were, talking about,
your son, Kevin.

I don't have to answer for my son.
Kevin is 18. He's an adult.

I understand.
Do you know any of Kevin's friends?

- Kevin doesn't have any friends.
- What kind of a car does Kevin drive?

He doesn't have a car, he knows not
to come anywhere near my pickup.

Excuse me. You know what?
Kevin is not here, okay?

So, if you'd like, I can tell him that
you all came by. Is there a message?

You want a message, lady?
I got a message for you.

- Careful, lieutenant.
- Mrs. Weber...

- We have something to tell you.
- Captain, just a minute.

Earlier tonight... I'm sorry to say
there was a shooting,

and your son, Kevin, was killed.

He just left here a few hours ago.

Okay, Who did he leave with?

I don't know,
but my son is not dead!

You do not come into my house
and tell me that my boy is dead!

Get your hands off me!
I do not want to be touched by mexicans!

- Sit down, lady.
- I don't want.

- Sit down on the couch!
- I don't want to sit down!

Well, that's adorable.

Looks like Kevin might have
been in a gang after all.

Regardless, his head wasn't shaved,
and I didn't see any tattoos.

How do we know what he was up to?

I might have been
able to find that out

if you hadn't short-stopped
my interview with your notification.

I got a number here for Adrien's
tattoo and piercing and this.

In nazi land, Chief,

you don't usually get the lightning
bolts till you've killed someone.

I want to meet this tattoo artist.
Drag him out of bed if you have to.

Yes, ma'am.

Is this enough proof for you
that Kevin wasn't just a victim?

No.

Bitch.

Now, just slow down.
Just take your time.

Did you get a look at
the face of the man?

LAPD Tip line.
Who am I speaking to?

- No, do not engage him directly, sir.
- What's the make and model?

All right, come on, guys.
Come on, move along, will you, please?

Guys, come on!
If you're not part of the investigation,

you're just slowing us down.

Hey! Gabriel,
any word on that taillight?

No, no.
No, not you. You keep going.

Yeah, I'm here.

I'm still trying to track
down that ballistics report.

FID?!
What the hell are they doing there?

Well, if the guys in the car with
Kevin Weber have tattoos like this,

they're not running to mexico.

White power isn't big
down there, Chief.

Can the FBI help us track all
the different aryan gangs?

I'll tell you what...
Let me make some calls,

see what wiretaps are up.
You never know.

- Maybe there's been some chatter.
- Okay, thanks.

You're telling me you took
our ballistics from the crime scene!

Lieutenant, we're studying them.

- We'll give them back.
- Captain, that belongs to us!

You tell me how we're supposed
to do our jobs.

Lieutenant Flynn,
what seems to be the trouble here?

Chief, when you were
serving the search warrant,

FID came in and swooped and took
everything from the crime scene...

The casings, the broken taillight,
every damn thing!

We're studying them,
and then we will give them back.

Not only are we gonna just give it back,
we will have some answers for you.

Where are you going?

Which part of "the scene
belongs to Major Crimes"

did you not understand, Captain?

Chief, until we can prove that the dead
civilian lying on the ground

- was firing at the police, I need to...
- Chief Johnson, you were saying?

We can place Kevin Weber at the crime
scene with a gun 2 feet from his body.

And the tattoos that we found
at his apartment link him

to aryan gangs known for
attacks on police officers.

- And I'm certain...
- Tattoos or drawings?

- Drawings of tattoos.
- The coroner's already confirmed

- there's no tattoos...
- You've spoken to him?

Of course I've spoken to him!

This is ridiculous. Everything
indicates that he was involved.

Kevin Weber's prints are not on the gun
that was found near the body.

- He had no GSR on his hands.
- GSR is a complete waste of time.

When Kevin Weber's
mother sues the LAPD

for shooting her son to death,

the jury will want me
to do more thanindicate.

Without these things
that you deem unimportant,

who's to say right now definitively
that he was one of the attackers?

I could if you release my evidence!

Which you will do now.

I want you to personally

take Kevin Weber's cellphone,
the casings from the scene...

Chief, I just wanted to get
them inputted into the nibin.

Our equipment is
more sophisticated...

And the broken taillight

and whatever else
Chief Johnson needs

and hand-carry them
down to Major Crimes.

Like now.

And if the Inspector General has

a problem with that I'll be happy
to have a conversation.

Yes, Sir.

Dismissed.

Thank you.

Okay.

Here's your evidence.

- Is that everything?
- Oh, gosh, I hope so.

By the way,
the lens from the taillight we found

was placed on every olds cutlass
between 1985 and 1990, if that helps.

Is that the tattoo artist whose card
we found at Kevin Weber's house?

It is.

I have a list of questions
I need to ask this guy.

If you don't hear everything you need
from Chief Johnson's interview,

you can go next.

I usually go first.

Then this should be
a change for you.

I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.

I understand Sergeant Gabriel
here informed you of your rights.

Yeah, he just didn't tell me

why you guys dragged me down
here in the middle of the night.

I've been admiring your work.

If you're interested in something
for yourself, come by my studio...

In the morning.

I'll give you the LAPD Special.

- What can you tell me about this man?
- Nothing. I don't know him.

We found your business
card in his apartment.

I have lots of clients, man.

I understand that you
did some time in prison.

Was this where you learned
how to make nazi tattoos?

Everybody has reasons
for the ink they want.

I'm a practicing buddhist.
I don't judge.

I do aryans.

I also do mexican gangbangers.

It's all freedom of speech, man.

Yeah, you're on parole, Adrien,

and your freedom does not include
associating with known felons.

It wouldn't take me
more than 20 minutes

to have you back in jail
to finish your sentence.

Look, I don't ask my clients
for their criminal record.

I don't know that kid.
I don't remember those drawings.

Thank you and good night.

Well, you've been very helpful,
Adrien.

- Wouldn't you say so, Sergeant Gabriel?
- Yes, extremely helpful.

I should release your name and picture
and place of business to the media

as a local hero standing
up to the aryan community.

Imagine what an inspiration

you'll be to all those people
terrified of neo-nazi maniacs.

You're gonna put me on TV?

Or... you can sit back down, Adrien.

Sit down.

Take some deep breaths.
Remember your new mantra.

"I help the police.
I help the police."

Okay, okay, okay,
nobody do anything crazy here.

Are you saying you want to talk
to us on a confidential basis?

Now do you remember?

He came in my shop about a week ago.
I did...

some drawings for him and he left,
and that is all I know.

- Who was he with?
- Come on, man.

- I need names.
- Look, these are bad dudes.

And I hear they're huge
in the crystal-meth business, man.

Don't make me talk about these guys.

You're afraid of the aryans
knowing that you spoke to us?

Imagine how you'll feel when
I send you back to lockup

and word slips out
that you're a police snitch!

Why did she do that?

She just threatened to
have him killed right in front of me.

He works with nazis.

You need something
to wipe your tears away?

One guy was kind of short.
They called him,

Stomper or Trooper.

The taller guy,
he was the shot-caller.

He didn't tell me his name,
and I didn't ask.

- Where can I find 'em?
- I don't know where they live.

I don't know where they live.

Where do I find 'em?

They're on page
29 and 30 of my book.

That's one more connection

between Kevin Weber and the men
who killed our officers.

You are finding a lot of tattoos.

I'm more interested in
the people wearing them.

Chief. Chief.

Pardon me.

Excuse me. Pardon me.
Thank you.

We're going through the evidence
we got from nurse ratched.

Sanchez is running
down the phone numbers,

and ballistics has the shells.

We're looking through all registered
olds cutlasses from 1985 on.

So far, it's another
needle-in-a-haystack situation.

Well, at least we know
which haystack to look in.

- Morning.
- Morning.

The Chief wants me
to make a statement.

- Anything you'd like me to release?
- Well, nothing about the case.

But I want the officers' biographies

to make it to the front page
of the paper, if possible.

Officer Stern has twice been
awarded the medal of valor,

and Officer Duran has two young
children and a baby on the way...

I want people to know that.

Okay. You got it.

Anything else?

Yes, can you,
get Captain Raydor to stop

following me?

I wish I could give
you a room to yourself,

but Raydor has a case, too.

That's a good idea.

- It is?
- Yes.

Yes. Thank you.

Sure. Anytime.

All right, everybody, listen up!

We have possible A.K.A.s
for one of our shooters ...

"Stomper" or "Trooper."

Please run those names
through your moniker databases

and check them against the LAPD
gang support section files.

Narcotics,
please check with all your informants.

See if there's been
any conversation in the meth community.

For those of you
who don't have a copy,

Sergeant Gabriel here will be
handing out copies of tattoos

that we hope will help
identify our suspects.

All right, tattoos.
Spider web on the elbow...

ou guys probably know
that means time served.

Take one, pass it around.

- The next...
- These men are likely two-strikers.

Just the weapons they were carrying
would guarantee them life in prison,

which would explain why they shot at
our police officers at a traffic stop.

Second tattoo, aryan fist...

Shows membership in the neo-nazi
or outlaw biker gang.

Sheriff's department, would you please,
run this tattoo through your jails?

Take one, pass it along.

Parole, please make sure
that everyone has a copy.

In the meantime,
I want every suspected neo-nazi

and skinhead rounded up.

Hit every house, apartment,
and trailer park that you can find.

I want to send a message
to these people...

Kill cops,
and you will not live to regret it.

Okay, in the meantime, Captain
Raydor over here also has a case.

I'm sure that she could use your help.
Captain Raydor.

Excuse me!

- Can I have your attention, please?
- No one is allowed in my office.

Do you understand
what I mean by "no one"?

- Thank you.
- Excuse me!

Can I have your attention, please?

Hey, people,
let's hold down the noise!

Excuse me.
Captain Raydor, you were saying?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Do you have a fix on our officers?
They're not responding.

Hey, guys, friar and vesper...
If you could come up for air 13.

Shop 542, come in for air 13.
You up, partner?

Officers at friar and vesper,
come up for air 13.

I think I got some officers here.

Control, be advised,
I have officers down at the location.

Friar and vesper,
officers need help.

Get me two paramedics
to my location right here

Friar and vesper.
Officers down.

I say again, officers down.

Copy, air 13.
Officers dow...

- She said no one could come in.
- I don't care.

Don't shoot!
I'm alone.

What is it, Lieutenant?
Has the national guard arrived?

Well,

Captain Raydor is occupied.

She'll be talking for days.

So...

What can I help you with?

I don't know.
I can't think straight right now.

Because of all these people around.

I guarantee you,
in a couple of days,

we will have made our arrest,
and they'll all be gone.

It'll just be the six of us again.

Hate to interrupt, but we've had
over 250 calls to the tip line,

all claiming to have
an answer of some kind.

Then just five minutes ago,
a woman called with a question.

What does she want to know?

She wanted to know if the shooters
were driving an Oldsmobile.

Claims her nephew lent hers
out last night and it came back damaged.

Flynn's running down
the name and address.

Sorry, Chief. Buzz said
I couldn't come in the other way.

What is it?

Well, Tao's caller turns out
to be Eleanor Kretchner,

age 69,
and guess what kind of car she owns.

A 1987 olds Cutlass, copper color.

And it gets better.

The nephew who said
that he supposedly lent out the car...

He just got out
of prison a year ago.

Check out the mug shot.

Edward "Teddy" Kretchner.

Chief, bringing you an aerial map

of the caller's residence,

courtesy of Lieutenant Tao's phone.

Believe that?

E-mail it to the Chief's computer.

E-mail?

- Chief?
- Yes.

The phone number
of Tao's caller shows up

on Kevin Weber's cellphone
six times in the past week.

Okay. Sent.

Don't... I can do it.

Press.

Press.

For heaven's sakes.
Would you look at that?

Looks like there's a garage
around back.

Let's pay a visit
to Ms. Kretchner's house,

take a look at that car.
Lieutenant Flynn, I want that taillight.

And Detective Sanchez,
please call Detective Mikki Mendoza.

Have S.I.S. set up surveillance
on the house. Thank you.

Detective Mendoza,
congratulations on the new baby.

Thanks, ma'am.

Any sign of Mr. Kretchner?

No, ma'am.

As far as we can tell,
his aunt eleanor is home alone.

We are in position, just in case.

Thank you, Detective.

That woman.

It's okay, Detective.
She's one of us...

- Sort of.
- Chief Johnson.

I see I'm once again behind
in this investigation.

I told you, I can't slow down.

Anyway, you're here.

Mrs. Kretchner?

Hello?

Hello. I'm Detective Johnson.

This is
Detectives Raydor and Sanchez.

We're here from
the Los Angeles Police Department.

Oh, my...

I can't believe
you came all the way out here.

The man on the phone
didn't seem all that interested.

On the tip line,
you mentioned your nephew.

Yes... Ted.

He gave my car
to one of his friends last night.

I have macular degeneration.

I don't see as well as I once did,
so I don't drive anymore.

But when I went in the garage
for my watering can...

Flowers can't stay fresh
without water.

Well, even I could see
my poor old cutlass

was missing a side mirror.

- I'll show you the car.
- No, that's all right.

We'll take a look.
You stay here. We won't be long.

- Is everything okay?
- Yes, ma'am.

Everything's fine.

It's not the car we're looking for.

Thank goodness.

I don't want
to get Teddy in trouble.

Are you sure?
Yes, ma'am, I'm positive.

Thank you so much for your help.

They should've dumped this car.

Yes, they should have,
but they didn't.

So I have to ask myself, "why?"

Okay, let's go.

Wait. You're not gonna
leave this vehicle here.

Yes, I am.

If Kevin Weber was in that car,
he left behind fingerprints

that will definitively connect him

to the shooters and make my case.

Well, I can't be concerned
about your case, Captain.

Let's be clear.

Under the best of circumstances,

leaving this car behind as a lure
for Ted Kretchner...

guarantees a confrontation
of some sort with police officers

you've already lathered up
into an angry mob.

Have you thought
about the consequences of that?

And if we end up
having to shoot these killers,

the crime scene will be all yours,
Captain.

Detective.

Whatcha got in there?

He's got your eyes.

And your personality.

Look at that.

Wetbacks with a baby.

Probably got nine more at home.

Whole town's gone brown, man.

Police! Don't move!
Stay where you are!

Drop to the ground
with your hands up!

Don't move! Take another step,
and I'll blow your brains out!

No, you won't.

Don't move! Grab him!

Arms behind your back.
Arms behind your back!

- Got you, you son of a bitch!
- All right!

May I have your attention?
Everyone, listen up.

We got 'em.

We got 'em!

Gomez.

Gonzalez.

G3, Gilbert, Gomez, Gonzalez.

Meet Ted Kretchner,
got his first strike for armed robbery,

got his second one on a meth beef.

Nice. Who's his friend?

Jesse Langhoffer, A.K.A. Stomper.

He's a nazi lowrider who did
a long stint in folsom with teddy.

Well, as I see it,
we have a few issues here.

We can't place either
one of these guys

in the Oldsmobile
at the time of the murder,

we have no weapons,
we have no witnesses.

So, obviously,
a confession will be very important.

But another issue has come up,
which may be more serious.

I don't mean to step on your case,

but Mr. Kretchner has twice asked
for medical attention,

which automatically triggers
a use-of-force investigation.

Now? Really?

This kind of thing happens
all the time when people resist arrest.

- If you hadn't been here...
- I warned you about leaving the car.

Captain,
if you go into the interview room

and follow the rules
from that little book of yours,

I promise you
these men will lawyer up.

Please let me go first.

I understand
the complexity of this situation, Chief,

but I can't let you do that.

Captain,
what does the guy have, a black eye?

It hasn't even started swelling yet.

Pretending not to see things is

how I came to be here
in the first place, Lieutenant.

Does anybody really think
I want to go in there?

Anyone?

All right, Captain.
Fine. Go ahead.

Just, all I ask
is that you hurry, please.

Yyou know what you call 50 mexicans
lined up in a row?

A spicket fence.

Do you need me to stay, ma'am?

No, thank you, Detective Sanchez.
I'm fine.

Sanchez.

Mr. Kretchner, I'm Captain Raydor.

Is this a good time to talk?

What, has he got a lunch date?

- We're gonna be so screwed here.
- No, we're not. Sergeant Gabriel

Please prepare the search warrant
for Mrs. Kretchner's house.

First, Mr. Kretchner,

I need to inform you that you have
the right to remain silent,

which means you can refuse
to answer any question.

Anything you say may be used
against you in a court of law.

Do you understand?

You have the right
to have an attorney,

to consult an attorney
before talking to the police,

and to have an attorney present

during questioning now
and in the future. Do you understand?

Oh, my god.
How are we gonna get out of this?

It's okay.

They probably were never gonna talk
to me anyway.

Her advising him of his rights...

This may actually work
to our advantage.

Knowing and
understanding your rights

as I've explained them to you,
are you willing, Mr. Kretchner,

to answer a few questions
without an attorney present?

Eat me.

Is that "eat me"

as in "I want to talk"

or "eat me" as in
"I'm unwilling to cooperate"?

"Eat me" as in

"I'm not saying a word
without my lawyer," you dumb bitch.

Nice.

I kind of like business suits.

Smile.

Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry I had to do that.

You still have the other suspect.

Jesse Langhoffer, A.K.A. Stomper?
You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

You've have the right to an attorney.
If you can't afford one,

the state will provide one for you.

Your buddy Ted
refused to talk to us.

How about you?
You want to talk?

Fine.

Excellent work, Captain.
Thank you for your help.

- We'll take it from here.
- Where will you take it?

- They're not gonna talk to you.
- I don't need them to.

I'm gonna take them home,
and then they'll confess.

- Sergeant, do you have the warrant?
- Sure do.

Thank you.
Pardon me, Captain.

I got a question for you.
Is there a white man

- on the police force these days?
- Have a seat in here, please.

You miss prisoner valet?

Well, gentlemen, we may not have
enough evidence to hold you,

and since you've invoked
your right to counsel,

I can't ask you any questions.

So, just sit tight,
and if we don't find anything

in our search of the house,
you'll be free to go.

Stomper, don't forget
what you and I talked about.

What?

- I want my bike back!
- Give these men some air.

- Move the hell over.
- I'm trying, man.

- Good luck, Sergeant.
- You too.

- What the hell was she talking about?
- I don't know, man.

Thank you.

We have video and audio, Chief.

And Lieutenant Tao
is wearing an earpiece.

Thank you, Buzz.

You've set everything up
so that we succeed

or fail based solely
on the outcome of this search.

As you so rightly pointed out,

Teddy and Stomper had no reason
to come back for the car,

but they did come back.

There must be something in this house
that they really, really want.

And now
they're gonna help us find it.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant Tao,
give me a signal if you can hear me.

Thank you.

Buzz, do we have audio
for our boys in the car?

I told you we shouldn't have brought
that kid along.

No, seriously.
When they found him...

that just led right to us.

Kevin's dead.

He can't talk.

Long as you kept your mouth shut...

- What the hell's that supposed to mean?
- When the cops jumped us,

you looked happy to see them.
- We were caught.

What do you want me to do?

You were so ready
to jump down to all fours.

It was like you're back
in the joint.

Shut up, man.

No, I'm not gonna shut up.

Dude, look.
Your flag.

Son of a bitch.

I told you,
we should've dumped everything.

No way.

If they look hard enough,
they're gonna find it.

They can look in that house all day
long. They're never gonna find anything.

There's nothing in the house.

Lieutenant Tao,
would y'all please check the backyard?

Backyard, fellas.

That blond lady cop...

You know her?

No, man.

Well, then what did she mean,

"Stomper, remember
what we talked about?"

Nothing, I don't know.
She told me my rights.

- Yeah, I'm sure of that.
- I swear.

You know,
I'm wondering if you got a loose tongue

to go along
with that green thumb of yours.

"Green thumb"...

Lieutenant Tao,

I seem to remember Teddy's aunt
saying something about fresh flowers.

- Damn it!
- This is bad, man.

This is so bad.

I think we're getting closer.

Come on.

Lieutenant,

what's under the planter
to the left?

Your left.

What did you tell her?!

I swear on my mother, man...
I didn't say anything.

You did!

No, I didn't, I swear!

There's our evidence.

I didn't tell her anything.
I swear on my mother.

- You got...
- I don't believe you!

You had to come out shooting,
didn't you?

I wanted to keep on driving!

You're as guilty as I am. I swear...

If you rolled on me,

I will cut your throat so fast.

Teddy, I didn't roll on you.

Look, I didn't roll on you, Teddy.
Calm down.

And there's our confession.

Bastard!

Officer.

Thank you.

I'm not saying anything
without my lawyer.

That's okay. I already have your
confession on our little camera here.

- Say hello, gentlemen.
- What?

Say goodbye.

Got an M16, AK-47,

and a big bag of crystal meth.

Excellent work, gentlemen.

What are you doing?

Teddy, what are you doing?

Teddy,
don't do anything stupid, man.

They're all right there, Teddy.

Teddy!

Chief...

Looks like
he must have slipped his cuffs.

Die, you little bitch!

I suppose we should do something.

Bitch! You little bitch!

You little...

Now, now, now, now, now,

Captain,
there's no police involvement.

Unless Teddy kills him,
it's not your problem.

Chief Johnson,
you got to do something.

- You got do something right now.
- All right, officer.

Detective Sanchez.

Sorry for the wait, Captain.

Just wanted to make sure
that our use of force was appropriate

and responsible.

Chief Johnson.

Captain Raydor.

- I see you made your deadline.
- Yes, ma'am.

Officers Stern and Duran
have been completely exonerated.

And because of the way
force investigation division operates,

I'll be investigating the murder
of more good cops just like them.

Excuse me?

When officers are shot
and killed in the line of duty,

they're investigated by me.

When they shoot back,
they're investigated by you.

That means that they'll think twice
before defending themselves.

That hesitation will mean
that more good cops will die.

I have to ask...

Have you ever considered
what your principles cost?

$70 million.

That was the settlement
in the rampart case.

100.

That's how many convictions
were overturned due to renegade policing

and lack of oversight
in one division alone, not to mention...

the loss of trust

the LAPD needs to remain effective.

There has to be a better way.

Well...

Until then, you've got me.

I see you're going to the funeral.

Don't worry.
I have my own car.

Everyone ready?

I think so.

Today...

is for honoring our fallen.

And the fact that we can now do that

with their killers in custody...

Is the best thing

that you could do
for their families...

and their loves ones.

You've not only done your jobs...

You've helped...

to ease their pain.

And for that, I thank you.

It's our privilege, Sir.

Thank you.

It's just the six of us again,
Lieutenant.

For now.

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