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[FILMRISE THEME]

[GUNSHOTS]

Come on, Reinhart.

We only got you on a robbery beef.

Why make it worse?

Three strikes, man.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison!

I tell what, Reinhart.

You come in quietly.

We'll see what we can do about making this one a foul tip.

Liar!

You can't promise me that.

You can't promise me nothing!

You know August, technically he is correct.

We can't make a deal. It's up to the judge.

Yeah well, thought I'd give it a shot.

OK Reinhart, you're right.

Never mind.

[GUN CLICKS]

Damn!

I think that's our cue.

Yeah.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Stupid system!

Guess the state figures shooting them is cheaper.

Give it up, Reinhart!

[DOGS BARKING]

[RUMBLING]

Uh oh, earthquake.

Uh oh.

We can go around back.

Move!

Chase, watch it!

Get out!

Aargh!

You all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, in here.

There's a doorway.

Doorway, man!

Damn!

Whew!

Man, I think that was the big one!

What a ride, huh?

Haw.

Man, what do you think that was, 4.4 or 4.5?

Get out of here, Reinhart. It was a 5.0.

5.1 at least.

I wonder how long it lasted?

Well it felt like two days to me.

[LAUGHS]

Well, I'll tell you, that Northridge quake,

I mean it lasted 40 seconds.

They said it was like a 6.6 or--

It was a 7.0.

Oh man, that felt like a 10.

I mean, if there ever was one. - Yeah.

Aaah!

TOGETHER: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!

Not so fast, Reinhart!

Man, this sucks!

That's it!

No more quakes for me.

I'm moving back to the east coast.

Yeah, three strikes my man, east coast

is going to have to wait.

What about that foul tip thing?

[THEME MUSIC]

[FUNK MUSIC PLAYING]

Sleep well?

I slept all right.

After shocks woke me up a few times.

Chase!

Do you love me?

Uh oh, the second most dangerous

question a man can be faced with, the first being honey,

am I fat?

Come on, Chase.

Of course I love you, honey.

Don't I tell you that after every argument?

But do you love me enough?

There's a real big uh oh, enough for what?

I-- I got this letter yesterday

from a gallery in Dallas.

Yeah?

And they're offering me a job.

So?

What do you mean, so?

Chase, do I have to spell it out?

[PHONE RINGING]

Phone.

McDonald.

Yeah, August.

Uh huh.

Where?

Lilly Lane?

OK, do you want me to pick you up?

All right.

Give me a few minutes.

Honey, I got a date with a dead lady.

Can we talk about this later?

Bye.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]

Well I guess I got my answer.

[SIRENS]

[POLICE RADIO]

[DOG BARKING]

You know, driving around in this car,

people are liable to mistake us for those TV cops.

Oh yeah?

You mean "Starsky and Hutch?"

No, I mean "Cagney and Lacey."

No man, I'm talking about the two guys from down south.

You know, from Florida.

Oh yeah?

I like those guys.

That's all I remember.

All right, just think for a minute.

Is there anything you might recall,

distinguishing characteristics or markings,

anything like that? - Oh what do you want from me?

He's the black guy.

They all look kind of alike to me, you know?

[SOUNDS OF TAKING PICTURES]

I uh-- Aw, give me a break.

[SIGHS] He killed my--

Excuse me.

Mr. Hanson called 911, said a black man wearing blue jeans

and a black jacket stabbed his wife.

We've got the knife.

When we arrived, we found Mrs. Hanson dead and evidence

of an interrupted burglary.

Mr. Hanson said the burglar attacked him

and his wife in the bedroom.

He then chased the burglar into the living

room, where he shot him.

But the burglar got away.

There's blood in the living room.

I hope he bleeds to death.

Thanks a lot, Sam.

POLICEMAN: Checked this room yet, please?

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

[POLICE RADIO]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

Empty house, my ass.

Aah!

Damn near was my ass, too.

Aah!

Where is Toomy?

Pshaw.

You go.

Aah!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, well what do we have here?

Damn.

Yo, brother!

Long way from the 'hood.

I live out here, man.

I'm on my way to school.

Huh!

You live here?

Ha!

You might collect garbage here.

You might sell crack here.

All right Rufus, face down on the sidewalk.

Hey stop!

Pull in!

Let's go through this once again, shall we Mr. Hanson?

When exactly did you go for the gun?

Why are you giving me such a hard time?

This is the worst day of my life.

WOMAN (ON POLICE RADIO): One Adam fourteen--

Mr. Hanson--

WOMAN (ON POLICE RADIO): --to all units.

We are in foot pursuit of a black youth

wearing blue jeans and a black jacket heading

north from Lily Lane, between--

Could be our guy.

WOMAN (ON POLICE RADIO): --7th and 8th.

We'll continue this later, Mr. Hanson.

Finish that animal off.

You shoot him dead.

Finished with him.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

You know, just once, just once I would

like to see you do something in a conventional manner.

[MUSIC BECOMES FASTER]

Stop!

Oof!

Stop!

Help, stop!

Aw man, I gotta get out of here. - What's the matter?

You all right? You need help?

Yeah, hold up--

[SOUNDS OF STRUGGLE]

Hey!

Hey!

Sorry!

I'll take it back soon.

Wait! Hey!

[TIRES SQUEALING] Hey!

Come back!

Go!

Go!

[POLICE SIRENS]

Wait, stop!

That guy got my car!

Suspect [INAUDIBLE] a red sedan, license 718 27--

Make me run!

Make me break a sweat.

I'll break your spear-chucking ass!

[FAST-PACED MUSIC CONTINUES]

[CAR HORN]

Aaaah, at last.

[MUSIC ENDS]

At last?

At last?

Eh, Jodi was inching up to something

big just before you called.

It was making me kind of tense.

Huh.

And this relaxes you?

Yeah.

OK.

[FAST-PACED MUSIC RESUMES]

Get out!

Get off!

What are you doing?

Man, they looped!

One Adam fourteen, one Adam fourteen, this

is one William 13.

We've lost your position.

I repeat, we've lost your position.

Suspect heading north on Atlantic past Florence.

Roger that.

Let's take Glen Oaks.

Go.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

Don't lose him.

Go.

[MUSIC BECOMES MORE TENSE]

[SCREAM]

Let's see you run now, Jessie Owens.

Injuries sustained in the crash.

Ugh!

Bill, come on.

[COUGHING]

Who's side are you on, partner?

Injuries sustained in the chase.

Ugh! Uh.

Uh.

Call it in, Mac.

You got it.

Wyatt!

Detective Brooks.

Move the hell away from the suspect!

Yes sir, Detective Brooks.

Mr. Brooks.

David?

Heh heh.

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

You two, get him the hell out of here.

You know that kid?

It's David Jackson.

He's been coming to the gym for years.

Damn it!

Let's get out of here.

[SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING]

Kid's still in the hospital.

We'll be taking him over to county in an hour.

I just can't believe David killed someone.

I mean, breaking and entering was bad enough.

You know, forensics is going over the entire house.

We'll um, see what happens.

August, if this is too close I'll have you reassigned.

That won't be necessary, Captain.

Look August, you sure you want to file charges against Wyatt?

I mean, the kid is a friend of yours.

You know how this is going to look.

Captain, I saw what I saw.

Chase?

I didn't see it, Captain.

I was in the car making a call.

But um, if August said he saw it, he saw it.

Captain, I didn't even know that it was David at the time.

OK.

I trust you guys.

Let's get over to the hospital, huh?

Yeah.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

Don't worry, partner.

There weren't any witnesses.

It's just his word against ours.

And he's compromised.

An innocent black man in a white neighborhood,

chased, beaten.

We can't let them do this to you, David.

And I'm going to make them pay.

You seen the Mercedes Rodney King

has been driving these days?

The LAPD is going to be begging for mercy.

WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER): Paging Dr. Battaglia.

You know August, hospitals always give me the creeps.

Yeah well, the way you drive I'm surprised they didn't

dedicate the east wing to you.

Oh great.

What did we do to deserve this?

Adams, my man.

Uh, apparently you didn't see the sign.

This is the "no weasel" ward.

I'm talking to my client.

And we're going to take this case to the media.

And shine the harsh light of public scrutiny

on the ugly underbelly of racism in the LAPD.

My client is innocent.

Mr. Adams, blood matching your client's type

was found all over the inside of Hanson's house.

We're having the DNA tests run right now.

If they match your client's--

Blood?

Now we know how reliable the LAPD's lab is when

it comes to black men's blood.

And as to the murder charge--

Murder?

Don't talk, David.

Her name was Sheila Hanson.

She had two children.

But Brooks, I didn't do it.

I never shot anybody in my life.

I swear!

My client and I are in conference right now.

We can't be disturbed.

You want to talk to him again?

You call me.

Later.

Much later.

WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER): Valentino to the OR, please.

Dr. Valentino to the OR, please.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC BECOMES TENSE]

[CAR ALARM]

Deekins!

Deekins!

Ow!

Damn!

Damn!

He's gotta be in here!

There!

Here, the box.

I told you I been here.

[POLICE SIRENS] Go!

Go!

Go out!

[SIRENS GET LOUDER]

Ugh.

[SWOOSH]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

Hey come on Champ, you want to go a few rounds?

Nah, you go ahead, Baby.

What's the matter?

Afraid I'm going to knock you out?

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Hakeem Niles, shot in a drive-by.

He's dead.

Rick Elliot, he's doing 20 to life in San Quentin.

[LAUGHS SOFTLY] Good old Charlie Francis, a crack OD.

What the hell am I doing, Kendra?

No matter how hard I try these kids still

end up in some garbage dump.

Marcus Reynolds, Pre-Med, UCLA.

Troy Wilkes, he's a comic book artist.

Rudy Hollis, I hear he's doing construction.

And Cecile Lakes, you helped her out.

And she's got an MBA.

You can't save them all, August.

But if you never tried you wouldn't

have saved any of them.

David hurt, hon.

I mean, this kid had so much potential.

How the hell does a kid that bright end up--

The world's tough even on the bright ones.

You know that.

[JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES]

[PUNCHES BAG]

[WOMAN LAUGHING]

Dallas?

What do you want to go to Dallas for?

It's an opportunity of a lifetime, one of the biggest

galleries in America.

How could I pass that up?

Well honey, I mean-- there's no beach in Dallas.

There's no surfing in Dallas.

And there's definitely no me in Dallas.

Well that's what I was wondering.

Would you come with me?

Honey?

Why do you want to go there anyway?

I mean, you've got everything here.

You've got your gallery here.

You've got your house at the beach here.

You've got a convertible here.

And you've got a great boyfriend here.

It's your gallery, Chase, and your house,

and your convertible.

This would be mine.

They're giving me full creative control, Chase.

Come with me.

You could be an artist anywhere.

And you can even be a cop if you have to.

No more of those stupid earthquakes.

I mean, I like it here.

I don't want to leave.

I like the beach.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

If you loved me, you'd come with me.

And if you loved me you'd stay.

Well I guess that clears that up.

[PHONE RINGING]

[BEEP]

What?

Yeah OK.

I'm on my way.

Richardson's out of recovery.

I have to go to the hospital.

Can we talk about this later?

Talk about what, Chase?

I don't know, it's-- that's all I remember.

I thought I recognized Toomy Bond, gang banger,

bulldog Crip, but uh--

I-- I couldn't make a positive ID.

How's Deekins doing?

Yeah well, he's doing about as well as you

are, just not as talkative.

You know August, this isn't looking as cut

and dried as it was.

And we've got David, who says he didn't shoot anyone,

when Mrs. Hanson was stabbed.

Yeah well, that could have been misdirection,

but it didn't seem that way to me.

And now we got this Toomy character

who's out gunning for David, like he wants to keep his mouth

shut.

I'd say it's time we talked to David.

Ask him what really happened last night.

I think you're right.

But where the hell is he?

Well if you were hurt, scared, and wanted for murder,

where would you go?

ALL: Mom.

OK.

Listen don't turn this into a vacation, OK?

Thanks for the surfer dude.

Party on, Richardson.

WOMAN (ON LOUDSPEAKER ): Dr. Amante to delivery room.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mom!

Mom!

Toomy.

[CAT MEOWS]

August, half these places don't even

have numbers on them.

How do they get their mail?

Most of these people have lived here all their lives.

The mailman knows them.

Ah there it--

no, that's not it.

Maybe it's the next one.

Are you sure we're on the right street?

Yeah.

Man, it's been such a long time since I've been down here.

Here, right over here. This is it.

- All right. - Pull over.

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

August-- blood.

Mrs. Jackson, are you home?

It's August Brooks.

Aw, this is not good.

It's This is not good at all.

CHASE: Clear back here.

Mac?

Looks like our prodigal son returned.

And left again.

Check this out.

Yo D, your mom's a guest at the tomb.

You come, she goes, simple as that, T. D, David, T?

Toomy.

You know where the tomb is?

Never heard of it.

Dammit David, you stupid little--

Hey, the kids at the gym know?

Yeah, but by the time I call all

those kids they'll be burying that little fool by then.

All right, who do we know that most every scumbag gang

banger in South Central?

TOGETHER: Adams.

Don't you worry about a thing, brother.

We're going to take this case to the media.

And shine the harsh light of public scrutiny

on the underbelly--

[PHONE RINGING]

I'll talk to you later, brother.

All right.

Lawrence Adams.

Adams, this is August Brooks.

Listen up and listen fast.

David Jackson has escaped.

Yes, Detective Brooks, I know.

Just another incidence of the police department's

inability to protect--

David is in trouble.

You want to plead his case or save his life?

Well--

That's what I thought.

Now Toomy Bond has David's mother hostage,

someplace he calls the tomb.

Where is it?

Now just a minute.

Toomy Bond is a client of mine. I can't--

And he's going to kill another client of yours

if you don't start talking.

Now where is he?

Get this through your thick head, Adams.

If this kid dies you have no case, you have no TV exposure,

you have no book deal.

All right, all right, I get the picture.

There's an abandoned factory, northwest corner

of Graves and 132nd.

But if either one of my clients are hurt I'm holding you--

[BEEP]

Graves and 132nd, let's go.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

There is no evidence to connect

David Jackson to the death of Mrs. Hanson,

and no reason for him to have been

brutally beaten by the LAPD, since he offered no resistance.

I keep telling you this isn't a race issue.

If he was white, I would have still shot him.

I'm just sorry I didn't kill him.

I'm sorry too, lame ass fool.

Where's schoolboy?

[MOTHER PROTESTING ]

You are on fine mother.

Hey!

You run a train on moms later.

Where's that fool?

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[MOTHER STRUGGLING]

What do you think?

If he's got Mrs. Jackson in there,

we've got a major tactical problem.

That's what I think.

August.

Yo dog!

Schoolboy's here.

Look who just showed up.

Aw, jeez.

Toomy!

Hey, Toomy!

Damn cops!

You keep a bitch.

[MOTHER TRYING TO SCREAM]

Moms and I going to the roof.

Cover me.

I'm going around back.

[GUNSHOTS]

What the hell are you doing?

Mr. Brooks, he got my mom!

Just stay down!

Police!

Freeze!

One down, no mom!

[MOTHER SCREAMING THROUGH GAG]

Yeah homie, I got your mama!

Now what you gonna do?

Mom!

Get down!

[GUNSHOT]

David!

David.

Hey!

Get your butt back here.

Drop the gun!

[MOTHER SCREAMS]

Are you OK?

You all right?

[MUFFLED WHIMPERING]

Hoo.

Oomph, hoo.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Mom!

Aah!

You OK?

Oh, oh you're OK!

[CRYING]

You're OK, Mom.

Damn!

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

[HORN HONKING]

[CAR HORN BLASTING]

[CRASH]

[PHONE RINGING]

McDonald.

Uh, hi honey.

Um well, I'm a little bit busy.

What's up?

Uh huh.

Oh you have, huh?

Well that's what you gotta do.

I understand.

Will I see you later?

Right.

OK.

Bye.

[BEEP]

Huh huh!

Aargh!

[CONTINUOUS HORN]

Oh!

Aaah!

[MUSIC BECOMES SOMBRE]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[PHONES RINGING]

Chase.

Kendra, hi.

August is down in interrogation.

Uh, I need to talk to you.

Oh, OK.

I'm heading down there.

You want to walk with me?

I talked to Jodi today.

Oh?

She's taking the job, Chase.

She's leaving.

I know.

She told me.

What are you going to do?

What can I do?

I tried everything.

Well why don't you give her what she wants?

Move to Dallas? I'm an LA cop.

This is my home.

Well I was thinking a little more along the lines of a ring.

You mean propose to her?

[ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Kendra, I'm just not ready for that.

I just want what's best for you and Jodi.

The sad thing is that you two are

both so stubborn that it causes all these problems between you.

But it's also what makes you so--

Perfect for each other?

Yeah.

I know.

[SIGHS] Do you want me to tell August you're here?

No.

I'll-- I'll call him later.

[SIGHS]

Toomy was the one who sent me there,

said he had it all cased out.

Go on.

He knew everything, the layout, the way in,

stuff to get.

He even had a time.

Time?

Toomy said to go between 5:00 and 6:00,

said the place would be empty.

[SNORTS] Good info, Toomy.

And you never questioned his source?

Nah, I mean, I figured it was an insurance thing.

You know, man gets in touch with Toomy, tells him what to steal.

And he goes out and buy a new stereo system

with the insurance money.

Maybe this was more than a new sound system.

I'm going to go check with Annie,

see what forensics turned up.

All right, I'm going to get some background on Hanson.

Right.

OK now, I don't want you to get all excited about this.

But your suspicions may have had some merit.

Oh.

I will try and contain myself.

OK here it is.

We have fiber samples from the suspect's

clothing in the living room, kitchen, patio,

but not the bedroom.

Not in the bedroom?

But didn't Hanson say that Jackson--

Yes he did.

Hanson said that Jackson attacked him

and his wife in the bedroom.

Then Hanson chased Jackson into the living room

and shot him there.

Now if that's so, how come there are

no fibers, no tissue, no hair?

Now my guess is-- and it's only a guess, mind you--

is that Jackson never made it to the bedroom.

So if Jackson never made it to the bedroom,

then who do we think killed Mrs. Hanson?

Well I can tell you who might have had a motive.

Here's what I dug up on Hanson.

Hanson is a wine distributor with accounts

exclusively in South Central.

[LAUGHS] And my bet is, he is not dealing in chardonnay.

Not exactly, no.

Thundercloud red, $1.29 a bottle.

Grape-flavored kerosene, that stuff has killed more

brothers than Smith and Wesson. - Right.

Anyway, he's been selling it down there

for about 15 years, long enough to get to know

some of the local Jaycees.

I.E. Toomy Bond.

Exactly.

Now I couldn't find a connection between Bond and Hanson but--

[RUMBLING]

[DIGITAL SOUNDS]

--but Hanson did take out an insurance policy on his wife.

What was the jackpot?

A million bucks.

Whoa.

[WHISTLES]

So it sounds like Toomy must have sent

David to be Hanson's fall guy.

Mm hm.

And poor David screwed up by not dying.

That's why Toomy had to try to finish the job,

tie up loose ends.

Toomy you slime bag, you got off easier

than you should have.

Annie, you may have just saved a kid's life.

Ain't science neat?

Hey Annie, what's this green stuff?

Mucous samples.

Aah!

I hate when you do that.

Thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[HORN HONKING]

I'm telling you, your customers are going

to come back for more of this.

It's got it all, the taste, the look, kick like a Georgia mule.

It makes Saturday night real special.

[DOOR CHIME]

Mr. Hanson, we'd like you to come downtown with us.

What, now?

Hey, I'm working here.

Oh I think we need to talk.

About what?

About the death of your wife.

Oh you-- you found that animal who killed Sheila, huh?

Oh we think so.

Apparently this animal took out a million dollar life

insurance policy on his wife.

Hey, heh heh--

wait a minute.

And he set up a black man to take the rap.

Hey-- hey buddy, uh, your partner

here is letting his heritage get the better

of his good judgment.

Ha ha ha.

Your wife was killed in the bedroom, Mr. Hanson.

David Jackson never made it past the living room.

How do you explain that, buddy?

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]

I-- I--

Ow!

Hey--

Go, go, go!

You know, I decided I didn't like this guy

from the second I met him.

You too?

I thought I was just being racist.

[MUSIC CONTINUES, PICKS UP PACE]

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[DOG BARKING]

Get out of the way!

Come on, August!

Go!

See him?

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Wait honey, want a date?

No.

Aw come on, sugar.

- Come on, off! - Hey!

Hey, hey!

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

You son of a bitch!

Ha. Ugh!

What-- what are you guys looking at?

She came on to me.

Ah, you saw that.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Come on, come on you guys.

She's just a whore.

What do you care?

Hey look, I-- I've been working on this community

for the last 15 years. I got nothing against you guys.

Now come on, huh?

P-- Please come on, back off.

Now don't touch me.

Don't touch me. Come on.

Come on, don't do that.

Get-- get your hands-- get your filthy black hands off me.

What you say?

Police, gentlemen, move away.

Move back!

Bobo?

Yeah.

Aw, man.

This why I haven't seen you in the gym lately, hm?

Couple of things, uh-- busy--

Mac, get him out of here.

I can't even look at him.

Let's go.

Move it.

Gee Hanson, a million bucks--

well easy come, easy go, huh?

Come on guys, go on home.

It's all over.

Yeah.

Yeah.

My client almost spent his life doing time for a crime

that he didn't commit.

I demand-- the community demands--

that all charges be dropped.

And I--

Just shut up, Mr. Adams.

I robbed that house.

I deal with the consequences.

And I don't think I'll be needing your services anymore.

Thanks, Detective.

Thanks, August.

I'll drop by the gym when I get out.

You do that, David.

It's time to go now.

[LAUGHS]

Just a minute!

There's still that wrongful death suit I'm filing on behalf

of Toomy Bond's family.

You know, you are absolutely right, Mr. Adams.

And-- and I'm really interested in hearing more about that.

Can you wait here one second?

I'll be-- I'll be right back, one second.

Hey!

That's not very funny!

Detective!

I'm a respected lawyer in this town, Detective!

[RATTLES DOOR]

Is anybody out there?

[PHONES RINGING]

Hey, Detective.

Hi.

How are you?

A little nervous--

I hate flying.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

I guess you made up your mind, huh?

Walk me out?

Hey, Jodi.

- Hey, August. - Detective Brooks--

[SIGHS]

--I just wanted to let you know that

Wyatt's been put on suspension.

And you blame me for it, right?

No, it was my testimony that turned it.

[GASPS] Something wrong, partner?

Ah, Jodi's gone.

[MUSIC SWELLS]

[CLOSING CREDITS MUSIC]

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