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Frank:
South Central Los Angeles.

You hear those words,
and already,

there's a story coming together
in your head.

Like when people talk
about the Old West.

You see two gunfighters
on a dusty street,

but no one thinks about
how those fellas got there,

why they're about to
pull the trigger,

who else might catch one
when the bullets fly.

Only way to know the real story

is to put yourself
in their boots.

Man: I'm saying, though,
Miss Kelly,

you can't just listen to
all that soft-ass college rock.

First of all,
watch your language, please,

around these kids.

Second of all,
I can listen to whatever I want.

This is America.

You've got to at least
listen to some Kendrick.

He's got that hood thing
and that college vocabulary,

you know what
I'm saying?

All right.
I'll make you guys a deal.

I'll give Kendrick a try
as long as you all promise

to come to one class this week
at the Center, okay?

Learn some of that
college vocabulary.

[ Tires squealing ]

Man: What?

[ Screams ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Clears throat ]

Look, counselor,
I know you're a busy man,

but we're dealing
with a case

possibly related
to Water Street,

so any light you may be able
to shed would --

What was your name again,
officer?

Detective -- Craig.

Oh, excuse me --
Detective Craig.

Okay, here's a hypothetical,
Detective Craig.

Say a cop
walks into your office

and asks about
a 10-year-old case --

a case in which
your client was charged

with murdering
a police officer

on the evidence
of a planted firearm.

Allegedly planted.

Oh.
That's the spirit.

Only, this detective shares
the last name

with the arresting officer
in said case --

Billy Craig.

Well, hypothetically,
if I were the lawyer,

I would see it as an opportunity
to find out the truth.

You're not here working
a case related to
Water Street, are you?

You're here as a son.

A son with, obviously,
grave doubts about his father.

And my job isn't
about the truth.

It's about representing
my client -- Delvon Lincoln.

[ Gunfire, sirens wailing ]

Teflon.

He claimed he was in the employ
of a dirty cop,

which is the reason --
so he claimed --

that no charges against him
ever stuck.

Hence, the name Teflon.

Okay, then,
why shoot a cop?

Why bite the hand
that feeds him?

Now, that is
an excellent question.

Why would a drug dealer with a
permanent "Get out of jail" card

want to shoot
a police officer?

Seems to me Teflon made
a hell of a fall guy.

That's not
who my father was.

Do you have any idea
why I'm comfortable

putting aside
attorney/client privilege

to even talk to you
about this matter?

Because there is
no attorney/client
privilege any longer.

It died with Teflon.

90 minutes after being remanded
into Twin Towers,

43 stab wounds.

[ Screaming ]

His mattress
looked like a sponge.

Unsolved, of course.

Sounds like a hit.

I believe they call that
"tying up a loose end."

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Cellphone beeps ]

Who did it?

On the inside?

I heard Mexican Mafia.

Mexican Mafia?

Why them?
Who were they working for?

[ Scoffs ] I have no idea,
Detective Craig,

but I suspect
that was the point.

There'd be nobody left
to ask,

and there wasn't --

until you stepped into
my office.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Welcome, detectives.

Today was not
a good day.

All this
for a drive-by?

The victims are two males,
black --

apparently,
West Compton Mob-affiliated --

and a girl -- Kelly Price,
not from the neighborhood.

Where from, then?
What was she doing here?

Well, she worked here while she
was getting her master's degree.

Raised in Baldwin Hills,
went on to UCLA,

graduated
summa cum laude.

She was outside on the steps
talking to a group of kids,

when a car pulls up --
one driver, one shooter.

No one got a good look
at them.

Frank: Well, that explains
the dog-and-pony show.

Take her
out of the picture

and this never even
makes the news.

The other two,
you said West Compton Mob?

That's right. They've got
gang cards on file.

Nothing major,
but they're definitely banging.

West Compton Mob still feuding
with the Avalon Royals?

[ Scoffs ] Like the Hatfields
and the McCoys.

Nice to know
some things never change.

Shall we pay a visit,
trainee?

In a second.

[ Feedback ]

In moments like these,

I believe it's important
to reflect on who we are.

What's up, guys?
My name's Kyle.

You police?

I'm a detective.

You good police
or bad police?

I try to be a good one.

Yeah,
but you're not always.

I'm always trying.

Just like Kelly
was always trying to be

the best teacher
she could be, right?

How we want our children
to see us -- to see themselves.

You know the best way
to be a good policeman?

I don't know.

Maybe try not to shoot
so many black folks?

That...
and talk to people.

Because at times like these,
it's easy to lose your way.

You hear anyone talk
about the shooting,

who they thought it was?

...and resources
to delivering justice.

I just threw up
in my mouth.

[ Applause ]

Stirring oration,
Deputy Chief Lockhart.

Cram it.

Joy. What you said
meant a lot to all of us.

Frank,
this is Todd Barber.

He sponsors this
and many other community centers

around Los Angeles.

That's very generous.

Not really.
I grew up with nothing.

Not in a neighborhood like this,
but kids deserve a place to go.

Doesn't matter
what neighborhood.

Detective Rourke is
running point on this case.

I am?

I am.

I didn't know Kelly
personally,

but I know what she meant
to the people here.

The response from
your department's been great.

You know, we have
our own security team.

They'd be more than happy
to pitch in

if you think
they could help.

In fact...

Paul?

Detective Rourke,
this is Paul DiNardo --

spent 20 years
with the sheriff's department,

now my head of security.

I'll be straight with you,
fellas -- when I'm out hunting,

I don't like
to catch scent

of anyone else
stomping through the woods.

Know what I mean?

Not here to step
on any toes, Detective.

Luckily,
we're not dancing.

Gentlemen, Detective,
Deputy Chief.

Sean: My mom says
never talk to police --

about anything.

They'll twist you up
and put a case on you.

I'm not here
to twist you up.

I just want the men
who did this -- the bad guys.

You know who
the Avalon Royals are, right?

You see them?

Were they in the car?

How about
any of your friends?

Somebody saw something.

You're not a snitch.
I respect that.

I'll see you around.

[ Joe Budden's "Serious" plays ]

[ Rapping ] * Man,
y'all done gone and did it *

* Well, come on with it

* The fifth got a kick,
but won't slip *

* I rubber-gripped it

* Wrap you in them sheets
on Christmas *

* I'm double-gifted

* Double-barrel shotty

* You double-jointed
when you flippin' *

* Ask about your boy, they'll
tell you I'm not the fella *

Ignore the first runner.

He's just holding
the dope.

There's your shot caller.

-Five-0!
-Yo, cops, man!

Should've worn
your Nikes.

[ Grunts ]

[ Gun cocks ]
Don't!

You're probably used to shooting
unarmed black men, huh?

Not so easy
knowing I'll shoot back.

Is that your big-yard stare,
hardass?

It might scare
the little old lady

at the corner store,
but I'm not impressed.

You wouldn't last 15 minutes
in Afghanistan.

You're all talk, rookie.

I don't fear
the oppressors --

or their house slaves.

Take off that badge
and gun.

I'll show you how we get down
out here, boy.

Give it a rest. You're not gonna
goad my partner into --

It's been a slow morning,
anyway.

50 bucks
on my trainee.

Got you covered
on that one.

Whoo!

Oh, man!

Your old man's smiling down
from Heaven right now.

You want to cry
police brutality now?

Yeah. I seen how you get down
out here, homey.

Dope-slinging and drive-bys
do not a revolution make.

How many brothers
you put in the ground?

How many kids
you orphan, huh?

How many kids you have?

You got
a lot of anger, bruh.

I'm not a therapist
or anything,

but you can't carry
all that anger with you.

You could get cancer
or something.

You shot a civilian,
and her only crime

was standing next to a bunch
of gangsters from West Compton.

Everybody knows you guys
been beefing with West Compton

since the dawn of man.

You think I'd be
out on the corner after
pulling a drive-by?

You need to check
your assumptions, bruh.

[ Hip-hop music playing ]

Looks like we're not
the only ones making
assumptions this morning.

[ Music stops ]

You're trespassing.

We just come
to take what's ours.

What's that,
little homey?

Your life, bruh.

Guys! Guys!

Hey! Guys, come on.

Why get ourselves into some
"High Noon" type situation here

when we could just put down
some cardboard and settle this

with an old-fashioned
breakdance competition?

Dice?

"Yo' mama" jokes?

[ Scoffs ]
Man, you crazy.

You're here
for the same reason we are --

the drive-by
that killed Kelly Price.

Man, you know we won't hit you
in front of the Center, right?

Why?
What about the Center?

Community Center's
supposed to be off-limits --

a neutral zone.

Violate that,
that's a capital crime.

But y'all pigs don't got to
worry about it. We got this.

That's not how it works.

Yeah?
Then how does it work?

Let me tell you
how it's gonna work.

You give us 24 hours
to figure out who it is.

24 hours,
we bring you a name.

We don't, then you can turn
the neighborhood into Fallujah,

for all I care.

24 hours.

And then
the bodies start dropping.

And ISIS ain't got nothing
on us.

**

[ Siren wails,
police radio chatter ]

[ Engine revving ]

You just cut a deal

for a 24-hour truce
in South Central.

Time's running out.

We have no next moves,
and you're playing games.

Helps me think.

We should have put bracelets
on all these dudes.

Are you really buying
that the Avalon Royals

weren't involved
in the shooting?

You never worked the South End,
like me and your dad did.

There's a rhythm
to these things.

Those guys knew
we'd come calling.

They didn't lie low.

Tells me
they're not involved --

not directly.

So, then,
we have nothing.

This one's gotten
under your skin, huh?

That's good.

But you can't force it.

Not gonna get anywhere

running around South Central
busting heads.

They're used to it.

Have faith, trainee.

Drive-bys
are like mule deer --

they follow
a well-worn path.

In the next 12 hours, the car
from the drive-by will show up.

Trust me.

Then we'll have
a trail to follow.

Doesn't give us
a lot of time.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

You want a cup?

I'll take a beer.

That's not gonna help.

Where are you, son?

Talk to me.

You heard about this girl --
Kelly Price?

The one who was shot.

I'm not sure what it is
about this one,

but I feel
connected somehow.

Maybe you see this girl
the way you see yourself.

What do you mean?

Doing her part in a neighborhood
she felt connected to

but not one
she fully understood.

I do understand.

I'm on the outside
looking in.

She...became a part of it.

Black man with a badge.

Your father struggled
with it, too.

Did Dad ever mention
the Water Street case to you?

It was
one of his last cases --

just a few months
before...

He wasn't himself
the last few months.

Not himself enough
to plant a gun on a guy?

Your father?

That's not all.

This guy,
he was killed in prison --

maybe to keep him quiet.

Is this really
about your father's legacy

or is this
about you justifying

the work that you do
with Frank Rourke?

Because
I've seen a change.

And what really worries me is,
I'm not sure that you have.

Solving your father's murder
isn't why you became a cop.

And I think this girl, Kelly,
reminds you of that.

But you can be
all these things, Kyle --

Billy's son,
Frank's partner.

But the most important thing is,
baby, don't lose yourself.

Nothing
in witness statements.

Exactly what you'd expect
with a gang-related shooting.

People are worried
about their own kids.

Vicious cycle.

And the surveillance
footage

gave us no clear angle
on the shooters?
Nope.

What about the West Compton guys
who got killed at the scene?

Well, they've got gang cards
on file --

low-level dealers.

Managed
to piss somebody off.

This one doesn't
feel right, man.

How's it
supposed to feel?

Someone punches a hole
in the fabric of the universe,

it lingers, you know?

Just out of professional
curiosity, are you high?

I know what you mean, but no.
This is really him.

This girl Kelly, she was
all positive charge, right?

Surrounded by light,
and something --

something upset
the natural order.

Wait.

You might actually
be onto something.

Well,
don't act too surprised.

[ Scoffs ]
Not about the hippie garbage,

but something's definitely wrong
with this shooting.

Check out
the spray pattern.

The shooter brought the muzzle
back around.

Oh, I see it --

left to right
and then back again.

And the concentration
of firepower is there.

Right where
Kelly was sitting.

She wasn't in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Kelly was the target.

**

[ Radio chatter ]

Dispatcher:
All units be advised --
vehicle in drive-by recovered.

One suspect down,
two in custody.

Frank:
What'd I tell you, trainee?
Just like mule deer.

You're right
about the car.

Make and model line up
with witness statements.

Plates look like they're burned
beyond recognition.

Doesn't matter.
It's stolen.

Suspects jacked it
to pull the drive-by,

then torched it to cover up
any physical evidence.

Pretty standard stuff,

except this one looks like
arson interruptus.

Raw Dogg?

And ISIS ain't got nothing
on us.

Gentlemen.

DiNardo?
What the hell's he doing here?

Rent-a-cop says they were here
on an investigation,

sniffing around the 'hood for
the guys who shot Kelly Price.

Catches Raw Dogg here
torching the suspect vehicle.

Raw Dogg pulls on him,
Paul Blart comes out on top.

He's licensed
to carry --

says he fired
in defense of his own life.

No witnesses.

So, supposedly,
Raw Dogg shot his own guys

because of some kind
of internal beef?

Wouldn't be
the first time.

But Kelly
was the target.

Maybe that girl wasn't
as innocent as she seemed.

I don't buy it.

Trainee's
got a point.

Yesterday, Raw Dogg
was ready to start a war

to avenge his homeys.

We're missing something.

DiNardo agreed to come down
to RHD and give a statement.

Is that right?

Hey, Paul.
Appreciate you coming down.

Boss said you used to be
with the sheriff's.

This must
bring it all back, huh?

The hum of fluorescence,
the rustling of paper...

the pinching of asses
in pantsuits.

[ Laughs ]

Coffee used to
be better.

A drop of whiskey
will fix that right up.

Oh, I remember.

Listen --
one cop to another --

this was a righteous shooting,
Frank.

Brother, I hear you.

Trust me --
I don't care.

I saw
Raw Dogg's rap sheet.

Like we used to say --
NHI, no humans involved.

Nowadays, it's easier
to shoot someone

if you're not police,
huh?

No I.A. investigation,
trial by media.

Damn right.

One thing bugs me, though --
one cop to another.

You got there first,
which means...

you held out on me,
DiNardo.

Mr. Barber felt
it was his responsibility

to make things right.

His responsibility?

How's that?

This girl was shot
on his property, right?

That translates
to legal liability.

He was anxious to deliver
justice to the girl's parents

in order to prove to them
that he cared.

You still haven't given me
a straight answer

as to how you just happened
to be Johnny-on-the-spot.

Because I was able to do
what you can't --

what we never could --
spread some money around.

Goes a lot further
than just asking questions.

Who told you?

[ Scoffs ] No.

Even I don't give up
my sources, Detective.

Look, I wanted to get the job
done right, done quick --

for Kelly, all right?

And I'm not the least bit
ashamed of how it turned out.

You said it yourself --
you got to answer

to Internal Affairs
and the jackals in the media.

I just have to answer
to my own conscience.

And Mr. Barber.

What did he say?

Claims he paid
for the information.

Won't say who.

At this point,
it doesn't matter who.

Come on. What do we know
about this guy or his boss?

Barber?

Guy's got
a clean record, Kyle.

Said he was a developer.
Humor him.

Okay.
Started with strip malls.

Apparently,
those weren't ugly enough,

so he moved on
to housing developments.

Best known for
the Aqua Mesa planned community.

He live out there?
Yeah.

So dude takes a strong interest
in South Central

but lives as far away
as someone can get

without leaving
the county.

Would you rather him not help
rehab these community centers?

Look, Kyle,
the preliminary ballistics

line up just like
we thought they would.

That is the weapon
that killed Kelly Price,

on the ground,
lying next to Raw Dogg,

with his prints
all over it.

Now, none of us are thrilled
that DiNardo found him first,

but sometimes
the bear eats you.

So, Raw Dogg's the shooter.
Okay, but why?

Why would he
target Kelly?

Why would he put his own crew
in the line of fire to get her?

How am I the only one who cares
why this girl died?

And here comes the Joy.

Lockhart:
Detectives, I need briefing

so I can get this out
in front of the press.

We could use
some more time.

I'm confused.

Do we or do we not have the
shooter and the murder weapon?

Well, as it just so happens,
my distinguished trainee here

was attempting to engage

in some honest-to-goodness
detective work.

What else is there
to solve?

There's no motive.

This isn't a court of law,
Detective Craig.

We didn't need
to prove motive --

just that Raw Dogg
was the shooter.

Which we've done.

We should be talking
to his boss.

I already have.

And I let Mr. Barber know
that we were less than pleased

about his people's involvement
in the case.

But there's much more
at stake here.

We have a community
that needs healing

and a public that needs to know
that we're effective.

You will not pursue this
any further.

Do you understand?

As far as the department
is concerned,

this investigation
is closed.

Barber called her.

10th floor must have some kind
of Bat Phone for rich people.

The Bat Phone was
for a rich guy.

That's right!

I'm going out there.

"Out there," trainee?

That's way past Reseda.

The sun'll be down soon.

I hear tell
there are vampires out that way.

Oh, God.

What?
You don't like Tom Petty?

You're not going anywhere,
Detective.

You can't give me orders.

I'm not under
your chain of command.
I'm under his.

So, boss, the question is,
am I going out there alone...

...or are you coming
with me?

**

**

* Well, you worked all day

Look at these houses --
no soul.

[ Sighs ]

Like rows of big,
stucco gravestones.

Used to be horse country
and citrus groves out here.

Ranchers sold their land,

traded in their ponies
for jet skis.

Groves got paved over
with asphalt and sod.

What's the matter, trainee?
Suburbs got you down?

You're even more stoic
than usual.

You see someone like
Kelly Price, and you think,

"There's so much more
I could be doing."

She's the last person who should
be dying on the sidewalk.

Nobody should be dying
on the sidewalk.

Not Kelly Price,
not your old man.

Truth is,
no one gets to choose.

I went to see Jack Rawls
the other day.

Know him?
Know him?

Shaved his father
on his wedding day.

'Course I know him.

No one works harder
against the public interest

than Jack Rawls, esquire.

I don't know.

He kind of reminded me of you --
like he got the joke.

I won't be insulted
in my own car, trainee.

It was your case that sent me
there -- Water Street?

He represented
Delvon Lincoln --

you know, Teflon.

Is that right?

Seemed to think
that Delvon Lincoln's death

was some kind
of conspiracy,

that he worked for dirty cops
who wanted to keep him quiet.

Permanently.

Somebody ordered a hit
on Teflon.

[ Tires screech ]

There something
you want to ask me?

Was it you?

And my dad?

No.

Then who was it?

Go meet the neighbors.

It's all your trucks.

Every day, they clog the way
out of town.

I'm waiting
at that freeway ramp meter

10, 15 minutes
some mornings.

What I don't
understand is,

where in the hell
are they going?

You're sending all those trucks
to the city.

Meanwhile, we still don't have
the community pool center

or those roads and houses
you promised for Phase 4 and 5.

I understand
your impatience.

[ Scoffs ]
Oh, really?

But I give you my word
that Phase 4 and Phase 5

and the community
pool center

will all be finished
by the end of the year.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Every Thursday evening --
Friday is trash day,

so we have Manuela
put out the cans on Thursday.

They come out of the shadows
like clockwork

with little lights
on their cap

and great big bags,
like gypsies.

So far, they only seem
to want the trash,

but what happens
when that's not enough?

What then?

Thanks, as always,
Mrs. Cheney.

Protecting your recyclables

is something the community
takes very seriously.

If there are
no more concerns?

Evening, folks.

Detective Frank Rourke
of the LAPD,

and this is my trainee,
Detective Kyle Craig.

Mr. Barber invited us here
to remind you

that Aqua Mesa leads the county
in prescription-drug abuse

and damn fine pornography.

So keep a friendly eye on
your neighbor, and remember --

if you see something,
say something.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Well, I got to hand it to you,
Detective Rourke --

That's gonna go down as one of
the most colorful HOA meetings

in Aqua Mesa history.

This place
has history?

What exactly can I do
for you two gentlemen?

Well, we were hoping you could
help us understand something.

I'll sure as heck try.

Why was
Kelly Price murdered?

You know, I wish I had an answer
for you, detectives, but --

You were eager enough
to send him out

and shoot the man
responsible for it.

Makes it look an awful lot
like you didn't want us
getting to him first.

You're damn right
I wanted to get there first.

Lawyers told me I had to.

Do you have any idea
what kind of liability

I was exposed to
on this whole thing?

You withheld evidence
and went after the shooters

to avoid getting sued?

I grew up in Bakersfield --
poor as dirt.

And now I got everybody here
looking to me for answers.

Not to mention the folks
down at the Community Center.

I got a lot to protect,
so excuse me

if I took care of that scumbag
before you got the chance,

but I'm not sorry.

Gentlemen.

Still doesn't
feel right.

[ Sighs ]

Further proof that nothing good
ends in Aqua Mesa.

It's the trucks.

Keep talking.

Like that guy
from the HOA meeting said --

all these trucks
moving supplies,

but they're behind
on construction

in the man's
own development?

It sure as hell
ain't headed to South Central.

Todd Barber's a lot of things,
but he ain't that charitable.

So what's he hiding?

Everybody in his tax bracket's
hiding something.

I'm not concerned
with everybody.

I'm concerned with
why Kelly Price had to die.

And our answers
are here -- somewhere.

Tell me
you don't feel it.

All right, trainee.

Let's wait around
till the sun goes down

and then have ourselves

an old-fashioned
warrantless look-around.

**

Working late, huh?

What would
Ms. Cheney say?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

**

[ Machinery whirring ]

Well,
what do we have here?

Cocaine.

This goes way beyond
tax evasion.

No wonder
they're up so late.

Don't take a deep breath
unless you want to find out

what it was like to be alive
during the '80s.

Right.

It's time to crash
the party.

Ever been snow-globed?

[ Gun cocks ]
Easy.

[ Coughing ]

Bet you want
to talk now, huh?

Man #1: Freeze!
Man #2: Drop it!

Hands up!

Drop the guns!

Whoa! Whoa!

This is a flagrant
safety violation.

You gentlemen
aren't wearing hard hats.

And trust me...

...accidents do happen.

**

So, this is why
Kelly Price died?

Drugs?

Kelly had a keen eye.

She noticed some things
I wish she hadn't.

[ Splash ]

People depend on me.

But Kelly just couldn't see
the bigger picture.

Bigger picture, huh?

I think I see it.

You're overextended
at Aqua Mesa.

So you got into bed
with the drug cartels

and came up with
the bright idea

of pressing cocaine
into drywall.

Easy to transport
across state lines,

break down, and distribute.

Then you build
a few community centers,

go into business
with the local gangs.

Now you got yourself
a distribution network

far away from your own
precious neighborhood.

And then
Kelly Price happened.

She probably came to you,

expecting you didn't know
about it.

And you made the decision
to take her life

so you can save your own.

DiNardo took care
of the rest.

Stole a car, made Kelly's murder
look like a drive-by.

He'd seen enough of them
when he was a cop.

And Raw Dogg made
an easy fall guy.

He caught you trying to torch
the car, and you kill him, too.

I did the city a favor.

Yeah?
What about Kelly Price?

Her heart was always
in the right place.

That's why I'm gonna put her
name on the Community Center.

[ Clanking ]

I can't memorialize you
the same way,

but to me...

this will always be
Frank Rourke's Dead End.

[ Hip-hop music plays ]

[ Music stops ]

Gentlemen.

Our meeting was
supposed to be tomorrow.

We got
a schedule conflict.

Well, as you can see,
I'm handling some business here.

Oh, don't mind us.

We can wait.

You stupid?

Making cops disappear is just
gonna bring down more heat.

Then we all suffer.

It's bad enough
the girl caught one.

I told you --

I found
the man responsible,

and he's been dealt with
accordingly.

Once these cops
are in cement,

we're back in business,
as usual.

You're being played!

He's the one
who had Kelly shot.

What's he talking about?

Nothing.

He's not talking
about anything.

He's trying to save
his own skin.

Frank: Think about it.

Those gangsters weren't
the target. Kelly was.

She was sharp -- she figured out
your little operation

at the Community Center,
and she died for it.

For your dope --
for nothing!

That money in your pocket
has Kelly's blood on it.

This true?

[ Sighs ]

Even if it was,

you know the price
of doing business, homey.

[ Gun cocks ]
I'm not your homey!

[ Guns cocking ]

Easy, fellas.

Bang!

* Bang, bang,
another body drop *

* You can't stop the head nod

* Shoot 'em up, bang, bang,
another body drop *

* You can't stop the gunshots

* I'll hit your block up,
you better lock up *

* ...the gang...
don't stop *

* Come back
in form of an assassin *

* 300 yards
with the infrared action *

* True pistoleer,
black Doc Holliday *

* ...raider
of the modern day, hunh *

* Shoot 'em up, bang, bang,
another body drop *

* You can't stop the head nod

* Shoot 'em up, bang, bang,
another body drop *

* You can't stop the gunshots

Going somewhere?

[ Gunfire in distance ]

[ Saw buzzing ]

[ Groans ]

NHI.

No human involved.

You bring enough violence
into this world...

...it will
follow you home.

Frank: Kyle!

Is he worth it?

That's what
you got to ask yourself.

Will he be worth it
tomorrow?

You good police
or bad police?

[ Panting ]

Barber: You idiots.

In this town,
you don't build what I have

without making friends
in some high places.

I got insurance measures,
you know.

So you can go ahead
and arrest me.

See if it sticks.

[ Grunts ]

The only friends in high places
you're gonna have

is the guy on the top bunk
in your cell in Chino.

I bet he's
a real good listener.

Do you know the story
of Saul from Tarsus?

He was in a gang
called the Pharisees,

until God hit him
with a bolt of lightning

on the road to Damascus.

Well, this is
your Damascus, Cuddy.

You're the new head of security
at the Community Center.

That means no dope,
no drive-bys,

and let all the other sets
know of it.

Anything pops off
within a mile of that place...

I'm not God in this story,
Cuddy. I'm the lightning.

And if I have to
strike you down again,

I swear on my father
you'll never get up.

Frank: Let's go.

Hold up.

If it's cool with you, I'd like
to make a citizen's arrest.

Huh?

Heartwarming
to see a young man

take an interest
in his community.

Wait a minute.

We gonna see
what sticks.

Alive.

Alive.

Come on, guys.

Guys, w-we can work
something out.

Come on. You want a house?
You can take your pick.

Cuddy:
Nah, homey. This neighborhood's
creepy as hell.

Good morning,
Detective Craig.

I was hoping
you could shed some light

on yesterday's events.

Well, I'm just as shocked
as you are, ma'am.

But now the community
can heal -- like you said.

One injustice
does not excuse another.

I don't know
what you mean.

So you're telling me you and
Frank had nothing to do with it.

Nothing to do
with what?

Todd Barber was found

in a very compromised position
last night.

Someone clearly wanted
to make a statement.

Seems to me the man pissed off
a lot of dangerous people.

He's lucky to be alive.

Indeed.

I know that you went to see
Jack Rawls the other day.

You had me followed?

You forget who I am.

I don't need
to have you followed, Kyle.

People tell me things.

So, is there anything
you would like to tell me?

Whatever Frank and my father did
to put Teflon away,

you signed off on that.

So, what else?

Did you approve what happened
to him on the inside?

[ Chuckles ]

Yeah.

That's the answer
I expected.

And there is something
I'd like to tell you.

My eyes are open.

I'm seeing the choices
you're making, Kyle --

clear as day.

And if you keep going down
this road,

you'll be on your own.

* Driving through the fog
with my high beams *

* Putting on my Visine

* Let me tell you
just what I seen *

* Angels fallin' from the sky

* I just hope
that they can take me *

* Back to where
the pearly gates be *

* And I been counting down
the days *

* Because I know
we gotta die soon *

* That just means
I get to fly soon *

* And I know
I'm not the only one out here *

* That's not afraid

Solving
your father's murder

isn't the only reason
that you became a cop.

This girl, Kelly,
reminds you of that.

* With every step
and every breath *

* Know that I been livin'
by you *

* Lord, just tell me,
what should I do? *

* And I been counting down
the days *

* 'Cause pretty soon,
this will be all gone *

* And you're the one
that I'ma call on *

* And that's how I know
I'll be free *

* And won't be locked
inside a cage *

* All right, all right

* And now
I'm finally on my way *

Hey, Sean?
Yeah?

Come give me a hand.

You know, it's tradition
to plant a tree

for someone you've lost.

I planted one for my dad.

And we can plant this one
for Kelly.

Thanks, man.

* We can't help but shine

Billy: Tearing stuff down --
that's easy.

Building up --
that's hard.

We try to leave this world a
little better than we found it.

Remember that.

* I can't help but shine

* I still can't help but shine

* I can't help but shine

* We can't help but shine

* I can't help but...