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♪ Southland 3x06 ♪ Cop or Not Original Air Date on February 8, 2011

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[ Crowd noise ]

[ Indistinct shouting, camera shutters clicking ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

The celebrity culture makes police work in Los Angeles

different from anywhere else in the country.

But ask Detective Lydia Adams about it and she'll tell yah.

Celebrity a bitch.

[ Loud creaking ]

Not tonight, please.

[ cellphone vibrates ]

[ cellphone vibrates ]

Adams.

Wait. Hold on, hold on.

All right, go ahead,

All right.

[ beep ]

[ Sighs deeply ]

[ Creaking continues ]

[ Scoffs ]

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Groans ]

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Pills rattle ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Footsteps pounding, treadmill whirring ]

[ Groans ]

[ Sighing ] Ohh.

[ Chuckles ]

Go back to sleep, Pete.

Are you going to work today?

Yeah. I am.

Are you gonna get killed like my dad?

No.

[ Brakes squealing ]

Wasn't this house in a Snoop Dogg video?

Which one?

"Let's get blown," I think. That was my jam back in the day.

[ Chuckles ] I lost track after "gin and juice."

You know, Tony -- he always played

that "doggystyle" nonstop.

[ Chuckles ]

You like snoop, Detective Adams?

You're from L.A., right?

Snoop d-o-double-g is the first thing on my mind

at the scene of a double axe murder.

[ Chuckles ] Who called this in again?

Oh, a nosey neighbor.

Fluffy came home with blood on his paws.

Oh, hey. We can all go home now.

Sherlock Holmes arrived.

What's up?

Chief sent me. She's at Parker center,

preparing for the press conference.

She wanted me to come, check the scene out.

Why?

I just do as I'm told.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

[ Indistinct talking ]

Bert Wilson, R.H.D.

Just hit Twitter.

Blogger must have recognized the address.

Here comes the circus.

What's up with little lord fauntleroy?

[ Chuckles ] You don't know the half, brother.

You guys are the primaries right now,

but this case is gonna get transferred

to robbery and homicide after you brief Wilson.

Oh, that's great.

We get all the guts, and r.H.D. Gets all the glory.

That's what we're here for.

This place is crazy. Wow.

Oh, man.

Phew.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

What are you doing?

In case we need a few angles that S.I.D. doesn't shoot.

Caught that?

Yeah, looks like a sneaker.

Air Force 1s. I can tell by the logo --

most versatile sneaker ever made.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Siren wails ]

I heard she gave killer head, but damn.

Well, it's nothing personal.

You got to joke about it.

You want to fall asleep thinking about that all night?

Bastard cut her head off,

and you're trying out for the Improv?

You okay?

Yeah.

See that tattoo?

British special forces.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Lydia: It's just one of ours.

I thought the house was cleared.

[ Handle rattles ]

[ Guns cocking ]

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

[ Children whimpering ]

It's okay. It's all right.

What's your name, baby?

Cristina.

I can't find my daddy.

Taylor: I want my daddy.

- Can I help you? - Yes, officer.

I live on this street.

Really?

You got a license?

See, I could let you on the street,

but then I'd have to search your car,

and if I searched your car, well...

I might find some camera equipment.

And if I found some camera equipment,

I'd have to confiscate it.

You don't live on this street, do you?

Do you even have a press I.D.?

Get out of here.

Get him out.

Detail is crap.

What do you see everywhere you look?

Photographers.

Helicopters.

Cops.

Cops, standing around for hours,

guarding some street from these shitbirds taking pictures

for lonely housewives who are bored out of their minds

'cause their husbands won't screw them anymore.

Should be out doing real police work.

[ Both sigh ]

You know how many cops were deployed

when Michael Jackson died?

Bet you're gonna tell me.

3,900.

3,900.

It's $1 million in salaries, $2 million in overtime.

For what? So we could watch people cry over that...

Freak?

[ Laughing ] Hey, hey. Relax.

I happened to like the guy, okay?

Yeah, all that for the "man in the mirror."

Goddamn waste.

Say what you want, but you know how many crimes

got committed in South Central

during the hours of the funeral?

Zero.

Even the gangsters were home watching it on TV.

[ Chuckles ]

Morning, ladies.

Yeah.

You mind if I smoke?

Lydia: Your house.

Man: You got your silly, little arrest warrant. Fine.

But I'm not gonna let this turn into a fishing expedition.

This is a potential crime scene.

But if we see or hear anything that we can find useful,

you can't stop us.

They don't have shit. Don't answer anything.

Lydia: So, you and Bethany are divorced?

We're still working out the details.

Josie: Where were you last night?

I was here.

Fell asleep around 1:00.

Can anyone verify that?

Nice sword collection.

Thank you.

You're missing one. What happened to it?

Man: Don't answer that.

Somebody broke in a while ago and stole some of it.

Anything else missing?

Nothing I want to talk to the police about.

What happened to your hand? You cut it?

I've been training.

I'm doing Tony Scott's new movie.

We're remaking "Shogun Assassin."

It's been a long time since I've had a good movie.

They flew in Sonny Chiba himself to train me.

You know who he is? This is my big shot at coming back.

No, it was your big shot. Come on.

Bert: We need to move him. It's getting bad out there.

All right. Give me your hand, please.

I didn't do it.

Bethany's the only woman I ever loved.

My babies were in the house.

C-c-can I see them?

Come on.

I just got my life back. Why would I [bleep] this up now?

[ Indistinct shouting, camera shutters clicking ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

All these flashes? No wonder King Kong flipped out.

Back up! Back up!

[ Engine turns over ]

[ Siren chirps ]

[ Siren wails ]

So, what do we do now?

We wait.

For what?

You mean, we stand outside an empty house?

Yeah. Yeah, 'cause Mr. Dreamworks himself

lives at the end of that street.

And Rocky Balboa lives at the other end.

And if one of these paparazzis step on their azaleas,

the Mayor's phone's gonna ring,

the Chief's phone after that,

and the Watch Commander's phone after that, so you tell me --

which direction does this shitstorm roll in?

This is your new home...

Like it or not.

[ Breathes deeply ]

That stuff will rot your brain.

You know they pay people for information?

Yeah, so do we. What does that say about us?

Besides, look.

It's got information on victim number two --

British ex-commando boy toy, Charles Upson.

Looks like he was guarding her body and her "boot-ay."

It says right here that "Billy was furious about it."

Mm. I still can't believe

we're looking at Billy Stearn for this.

- Man, he's been a star since he was 15. - I know.

Lydia, look. Look at his sneakers.

Air Force 1s.

Yeah, we got to look at these

and see what they look like spattered in red.

- His parents? - Oh, no, that's hers.

Mom looks just like daughter, huh?

Damn pappos -- how'd they get here so fast?

How'd they know that the kids were at the crime scene?

Celebrity death in the Twitter age.

[ Siren chirps ]

Look at this.

This is like a zoo.

[ Instinct shouting, camera shutters clicking ]

Oh, my gosh.

Come on, stay back, stay back. Come on, Josie.

I'll give you 20 bucks if you hit one of them. Move back, move back.

Let's go. All right, let's go.

Hey, Bryant.

Welcome back, baby.

Good to see you. Hey, I like this.

[ Chuckles ] Hey, man.

I'm glad to see you getting back up on that horse, Sam.

Can't get rid of us all, can they?

You know, last time I saw you suit up

was back on C.R.A.S.H. days.

So, what, you going back to doing real police work now or what?

I'm rolling with gang enforcement detail.

- Hop in a car. - There you go.

Make the rounds. Sal: You sure that's a good idea?

Hey, I'll see you out there, Sam.

Hey, Sal. Hey, Chuck.

It's only been six weeks.

Nothing wrong with rolling slow for a while.

They need to see that they didn't win.

Amen.

Gonna have to shave that peach fuzz off your face, though.

No way Sergeant Miller

is gonna let you out on the streets looking like that,

even though you are just a guest.

He's old-school.

I like it, and anybody that's got a problem with it,

they know where to find me.

See you later, Sal.

Hey, Sammy.

[ Door opens ]

Damn! Look at this.

[ Laughs ] What?

Check you out, girl, working your inner Naomi Campbell.

Stop. [ Laughing ]

Aww, if you weren't black, you'd be bright red.

Should have worn my green blouse.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Woman: You got 30 messages, all from media relations.

For what?

Interview requests.

They already had me talk to Scott Glover at the Times.

E!, CNN, Essence, Ebony, The New Yorker.

Jet wants to feature you in this week's best photos.

Wow. Jet?

[ Laughing ] My grandma's gonna flip.

Oh, girl, you go.

Come on. Give me that Naomi.

Oh, gosh, stop.

I don't think Billy Stearn did it.

Oh, come on.

That guy could charm the panties off a nun.

Come on, Lydia, he's an actor.

That's why he was making all that eye contact with you.

Yeah, but his girls were there,

and she was coked up all the time.

When we got there, they asked for daddy, not mommy.

That's motive.

That's why he killed her -- for them.

I don't care how mad he was at her.

I don't see him cutting off her head

and going all "Kung Fu Panda" on the bodyguard.

Can you imagine the screams

with his girls right there in the house?

[ Sighs ] I don't have to imagine it, Lydia.

We saw what he did.

Still doesn't match up.

Hey, gorgeous.

Just quoting the bloggers.

This is Nina Brown, Bethany's divorce attorney.

Hello. She has something she wants you to hear.

Is there a private place we can talk?

It's secure here.

Both parties had agreed to a $25 million settlement.

Billy would get cash from Bethany.

Bethany was gonna get full custody.

With her gone, he gets it all.

The girls?

And her entire $300 million fortune --

her estate, the royalties from her records,

clothing, dolls, perfume line, everything.

I can't stand the bastard.

I hope he fries like an egg at San Quentin.

Billy: Bitch, pick up the goddamn phone!

Oh, that's right. You can't speak

'cause you got that limey's dick in your mouth!

I see you right through the window.

Our kids are upstairs asleep, bitch.

Don't you have any decency?

I'll gut you like a goddamn fish,

you trout-mouthed bitch!

He's not sleeping. He may not be guilty.

Oh, that's a homicidal old wives' tale.

Russell: Hey, superstar.

Lydia: Stop.

[ Chuckles ]

What are you doing here?

Just wanted to see the bastard,

just look at him for a minute.

Detective Ochoa, do we have a problem?

Yeah. I don't like you very much.

Any particular reason?

No, not really.

- No? - Mm.

Oh, come on!

We know he's guilty. We just don't have enough?

I guess he just walks.

He [bleep] chopped her head off!

He's gonna sleep in his own bed?!

Russ...

No! He's gonna be playing "Call of Duty"

and getting a [bleep] handjob less than 18 hours

after he slaughtered his kids' mother.

[bleep] This.

What's wrong with him?

He's acting like it's his case.

He just gets wrapped up into the victims,

especially when they're women.

Hey, you sure you two never, um...

Yeah. No.

I-I'm sure we never.

Sergeant Brown tells me you used to work in C.R.A.S.H.

Wow.

He still tells war stories about you in the old days.

Why you got us over in Trece territory?

Usually not over here.

Four Trey is my hood.

Me, personally, I like working the latin gangs.

They're all business.

They respect the badge a little.

It's always worse with the brothers when you're a brother.

No offense.

Always talking crap when you jam them up.

"Sell out"...

"Uncle Tom"...

"Oreo."

The older ones always got a nickname for you.

They used to call you PacMan, right?

I see that.

Got that Sean Penn,

"crazy white boy" thing going for you.

You ever shut up?

Hell no.

You know how boring this job can be?

Stop.

Stop!

Damon: Sammy!

[ Tires screeching ]

Dispatcher: Any available units, please respond to a report of a 211

at 4301 Hoffman Place.

Any available units.

Second time I heard that call.

Third time.

No one's gonna answer it.

We don't have the manpower.

Those of us that aren't on...

Mandatory days off are caught up with this bullshit.

[ Grunting ]

[ Both breathing heavily ]

Put your hands on your head.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Lock your fingers together!

Let me see them.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

All right.

Okay, turn around slowly.

Slowly.

What's your street name?

They call me Doobie.

Yeah? Where you from, Doobie?

I'm from Main Street Trece.

You mess with the best, and you die like the rest.

- You were there that night. - What?

You were [bleep] there that [bleep] night!

[bleep] You say "what" again!

You know that you can drown in an inch of water?

If you'd have stayed in school, you would have learned that.

[bleep]

[ Grunting ]

- Were you there that night?! - Where?!

[ Gasping ] Were you there?!

Yeah! Yeah!

[ Gasping ]

Look at me.

Open your eyes and look in my eyes.

You think by killing my partner, you can run me off?

When you wake up, you're gonna see me.

When you go to sleep, you're gonna see me.

I'm your worst [bleep] nightmare.

You tell all of the rest I'm back!

Sammy Bryant is back! You hear me?!

[ Tires screeching ]

I'm back [bleep]

Damon: Bryant!

[ Panting ]

Trying to get us greenlit?

Here you are.

Oh, we didn't order these.

Oh, they're actually from the gentleman at table 7.

He, uh -- he said he saw you in the paper.

And there's a note, too.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ] Oh, come on.

You're in the spotlight. Enjoy it.

Enjoy what?

One more briefing, and R.H.D. takes it.

What does that have to do

with that fine man over there staring at you?

You better jump on that ship before it sails, girl.

Oh, let it sail.

Come on, Lyd.

All this love stuff is getting on my nerves.

All right, so, why don't you date a cop?

I don't want to talk shop in bed every night

before going to sleep.

Girl, when I'm with my man, we don't do much talking.

His mouth's too busy.

Ooh! Nasty.

[ Both laugh ]

Man: ...Through the exemplary reporting

of our emmy-winning I-team

that we are able to bring you exclusive images

you won't see anywhere else... What is it?

...Photos from the Bethany Sanders murder scene.

Police sources suspect that Billy Stearn,

who received sword training

while preparing for his "Shogun Assassin" reboot,

had the training and the motive to inflict such damage

on the singer and her lover.

Are you kidding me? Woman: A late-breaking exclusive --

a voicemail left by Billy Stearn to Bethany Sanders,

angry about an alleged sexual encounter

with her bodyguard, Charles Upson.

[ Cellphones ringing ] Here's a piece of it,

but be warned -- it's graphic. Wow.

Billy: Bitch, pick up the [bleep] phone! Here we go.

[ Vehicle departing ]

I'm telling you, you should sit down.

Job called for a chair, they'd have gave me one.

It's part of the job --

you stand where they tell you...

[ Sighs ]

...For however long they tell you.

[ Sighs ]

Should have stayed home if you're gonna

play on that thing all day like a teenage girl.

Did you hear this?

Olivia just texted it to me.

Billy: I'll gut you like a goddamn fish, you trout-mouthed bitch!

And now it's a ringtone.

♪ I'll gut-gut-gut- gut-gut-gut-gut you ♪

♪ like a goddamn fish, fish, fish ♪

♪ trout-mouth bitch -- ♪ Shut it off.

[ Cellphone beeps ]

You know how many domestics I've seen turn into murders?

People don't like it, but you know what?

People fight.

They get drunk, they say nasty things,

and, yeah, they hit each other.

You get one [bleep] up.

They should have hauled his ass away

after the second call-out.

Straight to jail, just like a D.U.I.

[ Tires screeching, metal crunches ]

Jesus.

[ Car door beeping ]

I stopped 10 feet ahead of you.

If you weren't so busy looking at cars

and playing with your walkman --

I was fine, okay?

I have my buds in because that's how my phone works.

Give it up.

♪ I'll gut-gut-gut- gut-gut-gut-gut you ♪

♪ like a goddamn fish, fish, fish ♪

♪ trout-mouth bitch, bitch, bitch! ♪ - That's just great.

We're sitting here with our thumbs up our asses,

and Billy Stearn almost killed two more people.

[ Sighs deeply ]

Thank you.

Be right back.

You're gonna have to fill out some paperwork.

[ Horn honks ]

Hello.

Th-this is -- this is Sammy Bryant.

Yeah. No, yeah, go ahead. I'm listening.

You're sure?

Thank you very much.

Lab just called.

I'm gonna be a father.

- Yeah? - I'm the dad.

I'm the dad. [ Chuckles ]

[ Horn honking ]

Detective Adams, Detective Ochoa,

may I see your phones, please?

Excuse me?

Detectives, your phones.

Computer division says that the photos that TMZ has

didn't come from S.I.D.

And because of their higher digital resolution,

they're more consistent with a smartphone.

And we checked with every patrol officer at the scene that day,

as well as Detective Wilson's phone.

So...

Did either of you take pictures of the crime scene

with your own phone?

- Are you trying to say we leaked this? - Lydia, calm down.

How the hell can I calm down?

[ Sighs ]

Lydia, did you take pictures of the Sanders crime scene

with your cellphone?

Yes.

[ Sighs ]

Your phone.

I'm not gonna ask again.

I uploaded them to my computer

like I've done hundreds of times,

but I didn't give them or anything to the press.

You're off the case.

If R.H.D. needs anything else,

I want you to contact Detective Ochoa.

- Am I suspended? - No.

I.E.D.'s gonna conduct its own investigation.

I suggest you contact a union rep.

Should I go home?

Catch up on some administrative paperwork

on open case files at your desk.

[ Telephone rings ]

Oh.

May I help you?

Move the [bleep] barricade! This is my house!

Yeah, all right. Go ahead.

He's good.

You hear that?

It's Billy Stearn.

So, he's out on bail.

I guess so.

[ Indistinct shouting ] Uh-oh.

[bleep] This shit.

Dispatcher: Any available unit to handle.

P.R. reports unusual odor coming from 6901 Lennox Street.

Buy it.

- It's probably just a D.B. Call. - I don't care.

Probably a hundred 911 calls got ignored today

because of this pop singer getting murdered

by her drug-addicted ex-husband,

and this piece of shit -- he's not gonna even spend

one night in jail for what he did.

And the Watch Commander? What's he gonna do, arrest me?

You drive.

A43, show us handling.

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Engine turns over ]

These are my babies --

Carter and Keegan.

I follow the patrolman's creed --

make it home alive, whatever it takes,

to the wife, your girlfriend...

Or, in some cases, both.

You saying I got my partner killed?

No.

But you're out here playing Denzel,

dunking baby gangsters?

You saying I got my partner killed?

There are rules to this shit.

We both know that.

They kill a cop, we kill them.

And it goes back and forth...

And it won't stop.

I don't want my babies wearing black suits,

holding a flag at my funeral.

Let's go.

Come on. I'm driving.

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Car door closes ]

[ Dogs barking ]

You want some? [ Sniffs ]

Police!

[ Knock on door ]

[ Indistinct talking on television ]

Hello.

It never felt like home. Police.

I mean, pat was cool, but he was always working.

Half the time, mom was zonked out on sleeping pills.

That name -- Koehler...

Hello.

...Meant something to me.

It was my only connection to my dad.

My mom did everything she could to take that away from me.

I wanted to love her, but she was cold.

She loved her things more than she loved me.

You want to know where my acting career got started?

It was from making myself smile when she kissed me good night.

Man: Stearn's career did start soon after that before he was 11.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

All right?

Give me your hand.

Can you get up?

Okay? Stand up for me.

Stand up for me.

Okay. All right. Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

This where it happen?

We were driving home.

Somebody threw a bottle. It wasn't a big deal.

You know, he could have let it go,

but Nate wasn't like that.

I had a different attitude about gangs

before I met Nate --

night sticks, kiwi shampoo.

But Nate...

He grew up here.

Where I saw assholes, he saw kids.

But, um...

You know, he -- he talked to people.

He taught me that if you...

If you treat them with respect

that th-th-they'll talk to you when you need them most.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

It was just a bottle, you know?

I could have let it go.

Could have let it go.

They came from everywhere. There was --

[ voice breaking ] One of them had a...Pipe.

Hit him here.

[ Breathes deeply ]

I had five guys on me, kicking.

I wanted to get to him, I tried to get to him,

but I couldn't get to him. I --

[ breathes deeply ]

I saw one of them reach for the gun,

and that's where I fired.

Damon: George 33.

Show us code 6 at Whitmeer and Lynewood, requesting backup.

He treated these assholes like people.

They killed him for it.

It was a righteous shoot.

Hell, you could have killed six of them,

and it still would have been righteous.

They'll probably give you the medal of valor.

I don't want a [bleep] medal.

That's him!

[ Siren wails in distance ]

You know where you're at?

Yeah.

Do you?

You got about 30 seconds to get in your car.

You killed my partner.

Or let someone from the Trece do it.

I'm coming for everything you got.

I ain't going anywhere.

You hear me? I ain't going anywhere.

Sammy, Sammy. Nowhere.

I'm gonna be right here! Come on.

I ain't going anywhere. You hear me?

Damon: Y'all go on back to your homes.

I'm not going anywhere!

Not going anywhere, man.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

[ Sighs ]

Think it was Josie?

Not everyone's out to get you, Lydia.

[ Sighs ] R.H.D.?

Just go home.

16 years.

Southeast, narco, gangs.

I protected that little girl. It wasn't even my case.

They shot up my mom's house.

[ Sighs ]

And now they want to accuse me of being disloyal?

It's smoke. No fire.

They're run your financials. They're gonna search your computer,

and they're not gonna find anything

'cause you didn't do anything.

You'll be fine.

What if I'm not a cop, Russ?

All I got is this job.

[ Siren wails in distance ]

You're gonna be fine.

And, you know,

after you get over the fact that you can get killed,

there's only two things you worry about on this job --

you worry you're not gonna be there for your partner

if something happens to them...

...And if the department is gonna hang you out to dry

'cause something doesn't fall the way they like.

[ Sighs ]

Russell: That's not gonna happen. It's not.

Okay?

That ain't gonna happen.

Go home.

I'll call you.

[ Sighs ]

[ Indistinct talking on television ]

Man: It was on the "Wild Bunch" remake

that both Sanders and Stearn were smitten.

Three days.

Eating what was left in the refrigerator.

Heart attack. The kid didn't even leave.

Just stayed there.

Where's he gonna go?

The mother's hooked on meth. Father's nowhere to be found.

Yeah.

He had the training and the motive to inflict such damage.

Too bad kids can't pick their parents.

[ Clears throat ]

Why weren't you guys at your post?

[ Sighs ]

Cooper?

Stearn eventually cleaned up his act...

Sarge, th-that kid out there?

..."Good girl gone wild" image that sold millions of albums...

He was with his dead grandfather for three days eating nothing but garbage,

all because the Mayor cares more about celebrities

than people in this town.

And you want someone to guard a yard,

get some explorers with orange traffic cones,

not real police officers with things to do

and people to protect.

...Monitor her progress 24/7.

Get back to Billy Stearn's house now.

Why?

They just found his body.

What he didn't count on

was Upson and Bethany falling wildly in lust.

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Mariella: Come on, Petey, two bites.

Please?

He's here!

[ Door opens ]

Ohh!

What do you got to say?

- You're home. - Yeah?

- Hey. - Hey.

How was it?

You got -- uh...

Uh, it was okay. It was emotional.

You hungry?

Oh, I'm starving.

Really. Real hungry.

Well, I would have packed you lunch.

[ Sighs ]

Do you want tacos?

Mm...

[ Indistinct shouting, camera shutters clicking ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Saved a lot of money with that gunshot.

Rocky Balboa's still gonna be pissed about his azaleas.

That's not our problem.

Think he did it?

Said he was innocent in the note he left.

I still think he did it.

What about you?

Dispatcher: A43, see the woman, unknown trouble.

24356 Magnolia.

Let's go do some real work.

[ Siren wails ]

[ Sighs ]

What's even more stunning than Stearns' suicide

is the fact that he might be innocent after all.

Half an hour ago, police arrested this man,

ex-marine sergeant Robert Marion

at the L.A.X. Hyatt rent-a-car

after he violently disputed his bill. [ Sighs ]

In the trunk of his Ford Focus, police found a samurai sword,

a pair of bloody Nikes,

and a camera with hundreds of photos of Sanders and Upson

taken without their knowledge.

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