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-Salazar again. -Jesus, what now?

Spics can't get justice 'cause there's no spics in the department.

Not true. Cleaning lady.

Ladies. Plural, please.

We got Portillo, Sanchez, that new meter maid, Corazon.

Built like a brick shithouse.

I think he means no senior officers.

It'd be good if there were a few.

Nice to have some brass I don't have to listen to.

You don't listen now.

Sorry, what?

Spics should get promoted 'cause they're spics?

Give me a break, por favor.

Oh, yeah. This is what I call a real pickle.

-Aah! -What?

It's the orphanage Christmas party, and I'm late,

and you still owe 10 bucks for presents.

You know, I was wondering where the lieutenant is.

The fairy godfather's in a racket in San Diego.

Sorry. Left me in charge. Again.

None of that's yours, I hope.

No, I'm fine.

Look, there's no getting around it. I'm a witness.

Well, I'll go bust Lucille and that biker and call it a day.

I don't want Lucille. I want Guapo.

-Then you didn't see anything. -Here we go again.

Yes, again, so why don't you predict what I'm gonna say

so I don't have to say it again?

Something like Jimmy was a low-life criminal,

didn't pay his taxes, had it coming, something like that?

That's what actual policemen call misdemeanor homicide.

Jimmy was your route to Guapo. Jimmy is now dead.

Lucille is now your route.

But she can't be your route if you arrest her.

Plus no body. How much does the DA love that?

We all love that.

Listen, it's your call, Junior.

Sammy here can go make two murder arrests

that'll never stick and blow your cover.

Or we just call this one less name on my naughty list.

-No. -Mike?

-Man, I'm done. -Look, I get it.

No, you don't, man. Look at you.

You've got a job. You have got a life.

You are in charge of you.

First of all, I'm a cop, so no.

And second of all, I'm married, so really no.

-You're married? -Yeah.

-Did I know that? -I hope not.

Otherwise, I'd be pretty bad at all this.

You have kids?

One.

I want to have kids.

Someday.

Well, first, you gotta get to someday.

So you're gonna go back in there,

you're gonna stay close to Lucille,

and you're gonna... give her anything she wants.

You don't know what you're asking.

None.

In the bedroom, it's like being mauled.

Oh, I am weeping for you.

You want me to show you what she did to me last night?

This is after she wasted the guy, man,

because the blood and shit?

-Stop. I believe you. -It just riled her up, man.

-I believe you, okay? -She's out of her mind, sick.

Look at this.

Mike, okay? But she likes you.

And she trusts you.

And right now, you got her in heat.

Mike, my job is to get that woman to trust me,

which she only half does.

Your job is to ball her until she can't see straight.

I really think you're the one coming out on top.

Charlie?

You give me a moment.

I was just there, Charlie.

Where's that, Kenny-Ken?

You know.

I see.

I see. How is she?

Not she. Not anymore.

It.

That makes it easier for you, then, sure.

"It" she is.

I should have done this a long...

It's gone, all of it.

The police, the papers, the FBI.

Take them all there.

It's just rocks again.

Now there's nothing you can do to me.

And Emma? Her being gone.

Was that you?

She's not here?

Took off wearing that same pretty dress she came in.

Oh, man.

I figured you silver-tongued her back to the debutante ball.

Oh, God. She wanted to be free, I...

Man, who's free?

Not her.

Not you.

Not anybody!

Everybody in the world is living in a prison they built.

They're the wardens, inmates,

the razor wire, the chains, tower guard.

I don't know what to do sometimes.

Whatever it... I just...

Man, why are you here?

To see her?

I'm... I'm tired.

You're here for love.

Her, me.

And that's all right.

I only ever wanted you to know that I love you.

I love you.

Stop it.

I love you.

-I said stop. -I love all of you.

The dark, light,

the high, low.

Everything you've ever done.

What you pretend to be.

Who you really are.

I love everything.

All Of it.

Do you love me?

Do you?

Yeah, hi. My name is Sam Hodiak.

I'm a friend of Martha's. She said I might be calling.

Yeah. Uh... oh, no.

No, I'm not looking for a good time,

but you sound amazing.

I just... what I'm looking for is, uh,

an old roommate of yours, an old friend of Martha's,

Louise Mitchell?

No? Nothing?

Oh. Well, that's too bad.

Well... what?

She had a son?

Gregory? Huh.

Well, how old might Gregory be right now?

Wow, okay. Thank you.

No, I think all my good times are covered,

but if something should come up,

you will be the first to know, Kandi.

Randi. Mandi. Okay. Thank you.

Yes. Well, okay.

Well, what can I do to make it better?

Uh, if... if maybe I...

Whose idiot idea is this?

-Straight from the lieutenant. -Come on.

Yeah, you don't like it, get a cold, go home.

I sure as hell wouldn't mind a long ride alone with that.

Cute.

No. "Cute" you take to the movies.

"Cute" meets your mom and gives you a handjob.

That ass? Demands.

Sabovich, that's my daughter.

-What? -Bullshit.

She's somebody's daughter.

And if you can't be decent human males,

at least be funnier.

Right now you're just being what a cop-hating world expects.

And look out for her, especially you, Sabovich, you dumb Polack.

Your buddy's a little harsh.

Ah, but you get to know him, he's worse.

Roger that.

They're not so bad. Well, Markham's not.

The Polack could talk less and bathe more.

Fair point.

You know Lieu's letting me do a ride-along?

Yeah?

Down in Watts. Your old beat, right?

Yeah. That's a little far south for us.

Lot of action, I hear.

That there is. What are we doing down there?

They're light on patrol, so they're pulling from other divisions.

Not everybody an action fan, I guess, huh?

I am.

Well, that's something you'll outgrow, along with being 22.

I'm 23.

In a month.

Oh.

The guys seem nice.

Well, eh, they're guys.

What does that mean?

Eyes and ears sharp.

Okay.

Aah! No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, God, ahh...

Hurt me.

Hurt...

me.

How?

You're the boss. This time.

So...

You got a boyfriend?

No, I don't.

What? Come on, you're kidding me. Pretty little thing like you?

No.

-You moving in on my girl? -Easy now.

-Right in front of my face. -Come on, man.

Chili dogs?

Wanna beat the street? Hearty breakfast.

Mm-hmm.

So where do we go from here?

I'm thinking we roust some whores down on 44th,

give you some company in the backseat.

Well, if you want whores at this time of day,

-you gotta go to Slauson. -Mmm!

Ho ho! Look at you! Genius on patrol.

That's impressive.

Too bad you'll never get to do it.

-You all right? -Yeah!

Primo-rimo.

Uh, consider your target fully softened.

-Hey, handsome. -Lucille.

Look at you!

So, uh, what can we do you for?

Uh, well...

you mind talking a little business?

Good timing.

Back room.

Look, you clearly had issues with Jimmy.

Understood. And clearly you have plans for Roy.

Smart.

Now I'm just looking to see if I fit in anywhere.

Well, you're cute.

But I got that one covered. For now.

What else you bring to the party?

Just ask Roy.

I don't know, man.

I like you. I do.

But every time I see you, it's a little different version of you.

Party time, you're a party boy.

Slick-dick stripper lunch... Check you out, Mr. Preppy.

What's your closet look like, man?

You got a cape and cowl in there, too?

Man, you get to be one person all day, every day.

Lucky you.

Some of us got friends and family

would fully freak if the truth came out.

Now, my closet is square,

but trunk of my car?

Something to look at.

Got a whole lot of mes in there.

Have a look. You can borrow a blouse.

You want your passport stamped?

Go see Guapo.

Get right with Guapo, you're right with me.

Good luck finding him.

What is it?

Somebody called for you. Said it was an emergency.

Sister's been in a car accident?

I gotta take this.

-Hodiak. -I don't have a sister.

-Yeah. Something happened. -What?

Is Kristin okay? Bernadette?

No, they're fine. There's been a shooting.

Charmain, your buddy, his partner.

I don't... I don't have all the details.

-Oh, my God. -Yeah, one's dead.

One's critical. I'm on my way right now.

-Where? -I need you to drop everything

-and meet me there. -I will. Where is it?

It's in Watts about two blocks from Panther headquarters.

I understand. I apologize.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

Charmain.

Drink this.

You're in shock.

It's five sugars. Drink it now.

Charmain, I need you to focus.

Are they...

Are they both...

Hey, come on. Get the fuck out of here.

Get out of here.

Flannery, we are 28 minutes behind the shooter.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck? Writing a fucking novel?

You come inside with me.

We were talking...

and Sabovich said...

Do you trust me?

What?

Do you trust me?

Yes.

Let it out. Let it all out.

You've been through one of the worst things ever.

The only thing that can make it right is you.

You understand?

Charmain? Do you understand?

Yes.

Yeah. Okay.

I want you to take a breath right now

and stop crying right now

and remember your training right now.

I saw a jacket,

like a windbreaker, gloves.

-Was he colored? -I... I...

You don't know if he was colored?

The sun was behind him. It was only a few seconds

-before he started... -Stop. Close your eyes.

Close your eyes. What did you smell?

-What did I... -Don't think. What was it?

Gunpowder.

Good. Anything else?

I... I never saw his face, I...

But his arm. I... I saw his arm.

No.

He was white. He's white.

-You sure? -Yes.

Good. Keep going.

And then what?

-I fell. -Where was your weapon?

I...

I...

It fell.

I... I tried to...

Tried? Show me.

It was... here. It...

It was right...

I looked...

-But I... -What then?

What'd you see?

Nothing. But I heard...

All right, everybody.

Everybody, God damn it!

Stop and listen!

If you got hard information, write it up.

Small words, short sentences.

No theories.

And I see anyone waste a single second on tears,

fire yourself.

Time is the enemy.

This son of a bitch is our prey, and we hunt with God's own fury

until he is caged or dead.

Go.

Looking for a blue Riviera, '63 or later, two-door.

Charmain give you that?

The blue part and that it sideswiped a red Studebaker.

The late model Buick two-door.

Moran got off the cook that was out back.

And leaky oil pan, off the scene.

The bloody boot print is a common crepe-bottom work boot.

The weapon is a Colt 1911 .45.

And you buy her description? That the shooter's white?

In that neighborhood? Hysterical female?

I don't think anyone's buying that.

How long were Markham and Sabovich on loan down there?

This was their second day.

All right, where were they before that, exactly?

Southwest.

Right, so that's... That's roughly...

-Yeah. -All right.

Deputy commissioner's got SWAT on standby.

Oh, that's great.

Neighborhood wired like a bomb,

add a battalion of white cops in helmets

and high-powered rifles...

What could possibly go wrong?

Sam, what if Charmain's wrong? What if the shooter is a spade?

You wanna go pull him out of Watts alone?

Excuse me, excuse me. I got him.

You got who?

I caught him at home, just him and his bodyguard.

-He come willingly? -Once I pulled my gun,

disarmed 'em both, and cuffed him.

Anybody else down there see you pick him up?

No. Pretty clean. I hustled him through the back.

So he's all ours, and he's ours only.

You okay with this?

Markham and I were in the academy. Our wives are friends.

He's got three-year-old twins.

Today I'm okay with whatever gets it done.

Well, hello.

Who hurt you?

You should know.

It was your idea.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I guess we got karma, him and me.

I need to get settled into the here and now.

You can't do anything to him.

You're right.

Our karmic business is for me to forgive him,

teach him forgiveness.

Or let him take his own path, however...

destructive that may be for him.

Charlie...

You've shown me, Ken.

Thank you. Thank you, Ken.

I need to open his mind, not his skull.

I'm serious, Charlie.

He's tied to me. My family.

If you really care about me...

I'm under the microscope now.

The campaign, do you understand that?

Nobody you will ever know

understands you better.

I'll make sure the cop leaves you alone.

But you do the same.

My Kenny-Ken.

Guardian angel.

Just in time for Christmas.

It's Christmas.

Kenny-Ken, it's Christmas!

Oh, gosh, you... You want some eggnog?

I'm trying to help you here, Bunchy.

Call my lawyer. Explain your form of help to him.

Special Weapons And Tactical... SWAT.

The LAPD's duly licensed assassins? I'm all too familiar.

No, not as familiar as you're gonna be.

Two dead cops on that block? That's curfews, that's checkpoints.

Sniper nests, door-to-door presence.

A war's coming? Well, that's why we're an army.

And it's the worst kind of war 'cause it's stupid and it'll never end.

It's the only kind white America knows how to fight.

Hey, just stop talking to me like you're passing out your pamphlets.

The LAPD is searching for a colored shooter

that's gonna leave your world turned inside out, upside down,

and pretty much locked down forever because they won't find him.

You're not showing your usual faith in law enforcement.

Because the shooter is white.

Your bosses think that?

Our bosses are highly doubtful.

But I think we're looking for a male, 6'2 " to 6'4",

20s to 50s, driving a blue Riviera sedan

with a red scratch on the passenger side and a pretty bad oil leak.

And he is very, very white.

You wanna keep SWAT out of your daily life,

show us you're an army.

Hi, Daddy.

No, I'm fine, I just... I wanted to hear your voice.

Are you having a party? It's hard to...

No, sor... I can call back.

I can call back.

No, I'm fine. Yeah.

Soldiers gather eight hours before showtime

for good seats to view a typical Hope holiday show

that would have been familiar

to the fathers of these fighting men back in...

What?

The hospital.

Sabovich.

Right after they got him in the operating room, um...

He's dead.

Why don't you get out of here?

I thought that I'd be needed to ID...

You're not needed. You never were.

You had no business there.

-Go to hell. -Look at you.

-Sal. -I mean, that's not a uniform.

-It's a costume. -Sal.

Your costume, your hair, and your tits...

-Fuck you. -Got two good men killed today.

-Leave her alone. -Why are you still alive?

-Why didn't you get a shot off? -Get away from me now!

What are you? You're just a pretty little thing...

Get your hands off of me!

-Just calm down. Calm down! -Get off of me!

Calm down.

I repeat, two officers shot.

-Oh, my God. Oh, my God. -Any available units respond.

What?

-Two more cops just got shot. -I repeat, two officers shot.

-Unis again. -Any available units respond.

Dead.

One's colored, one's white. Right?

Thank you ma'am.

Thanks, Ron. Have a nice day.

Thank you.

Uh, hey. Hi.

I'm looking for Glenn Lesick.

Who are you?

I don't know if I have the right Glenn Lesick. Um...

My uncle died last month,

and my aunt said that he owed a buddy of his some money.

A guy named Glenn Lesick. Now, she's never met him.

But, uh, I called a while ago, but no answer.

And I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

Okay, uh, sorry. Sorry to bother you.

Uh, how much?

Did my uncle owe? Uh, $1,100.

You got it on you?

'Course. Yeah.

Glenn?

Glenn, you're gonna want to get out here!

Hi.

Hi. I...

Hi, um...

Uh, do you mind if I come in real quick?

I think this is for you.

Thank you.

Sorry about this. It's not that I don't trust you.

Just... wanna be sure.

It's a lotta money.

Well...

Looks good.

Glenn, he's got a gun.

Easy, easy, easy.

Just... Glenn, I'm a cop. You don't want...

Just relax, okay? Just relax...

Get it.

Easy. Easy. You should put the gun down.

You don't want to do this. I'm just one...

-Glenn! Think, Glenn. -Relax, relax.

Think about your wife and baby.

We're police officers, Glenn.

We wanna ask a few questions, but you gotta put the gun down.

Glenn? Glenn, there are more cops on the way.

This is gonna get to a bad place really fast,

a place that we're not gonna be able to pull it back from, Glenn.

-Put it down. -That's your wife. That's your wife.

-Put the gun down. -Put the gun down.

-Put it down. -Put it down.

Down on your knees. Down on the ground.

On the ground! Interlock your fingers.

Well, good news is the car.

Oil matches, scratches... It was definitely at the shooting.

But Mr. Lesick is saying that the car was stolen earlier today

and that he discovered it abandoned a few blocks away.

Which he failed to report to the police.

Well, the witness in Watts who gave you the partial plates

can't positively ID Mr. Lesick as the driver.

This isn't the weapon that was used in any of the shootings.

You don't have his boots, gloves, clothes.

He tested negative for gunpowder in the paraffin.

What about the Nazi reading list?

Found only in his trash. He claims it isn't his.

And there seems to be some question

as to whether your initial search was wholly legal.

Maybe somebody didn't wait for the, uh, warrant to be issued?

Jesus. So, what, we should have just left the scene

so the old lady could burn it while we went to a judge?

The guy pulled a gun on me.

He and his wife both claim

that you were already drawing your weapon

before you identified yourself as a police officer.

And given your whole...

Well, it's somewhat understandable.

Which brings us to your report, Detective.

Yes, sir.

Where is it?

Gee, I submitted it. Didn't I?

-Not yet, no. -I didn't?

Wow. In all the confusion... I know I typed it up.

I'll get it for you.

I need to have a word with you in private, okay?

-Okay. -Here's a good spot right here.

But...

-What? -What?

Eyes up.

You think you don't belong in here. Maybe you don't.

Describe him.

Describe him.

White male. Fair. Mid-30s.

Facial hair, 6'3", 220.

Which is exactly what I wrote down in my notebook

when you described the shooter to me at the scene.

-No, I told you... -Yes, you did!

-I can't lie. -Yes, you can,

and, yes, you will,

or two people are gonna walk out of this building today,

you and him.

The difference being that one day, a lot of dead cops later,

he's gonna be back.

You want me to testify under oath...

Look around.

God damn it, look around!

Four of us are dead!

No one here would do any different.

But if he did it, if he was guilty, then there has to be...

This isn't a fucking fairy tale, Charmain.

Decide now.

You gonna stop trying to be one of us,

or are you gonna be one of us?

I am.

-You are? -I am.

You are what?

-One of you. -Yeah?

Prove it.

She's not quite as good as you.

Well, she's young. She's doing the best she can.

She's gonna be a good cop someday, I hope.

I don't know about that.

I meant she's almost as good a liar as you.

I'm not a liar.

And how would I know that?

Hopefully never.

Lesick will be arraigned

for the murder of four officers tomorrow morning.

I take it you'll be there?

Every day till he's tied and fried,

and if you need someone to pull the switch,

I'll hold an auction.

Couldn't have done it without your guy

tagging that partial at the second scene.

Do us both a favor. Keep it to yourself.

Well, if you will, I will.

Oh, and, Bunchy, merry Christmas.

Blow it out your ass, Hodiak.

Oh! All right. All right.

I think I made a new friend.

-Thanks. -Anything else?

No. Unless you have something to say,

which would be... understandable.

My father is an unreliable,

morally ambiguous, charming drunk.

Yeah? So?

So you know what you smell like to me?

Home cooking.