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[theme music]

[tires screeching]

What the hell is wrong with
you?
You crazy?

Screw it.

[tires screeching]

What the hell?

[aircraft droning]

(male narrator)
Police officers often
find themselves frustrated

by the limitations
of the legal system.

Sometimes
cops have to improvise.

[exhales sharply]

[groans]

[train chugging]

[train chugging]

[sighs]

Where's your holiday spirit
at,
eh, Bryant?

Christmas was a week ago,
knucklehead.

What are you two doing
hanging around together?

You've been stepped, right?

You got caught slippin', fool.

I'm still mad at her,
but I'm gonna go ahead

and give her this point-and-
shoot camera to make up, man.

I was gonna get it
for her stocking

but I hit the limit on my card.

What kind of camera
you lookin' for?

- Eh, Holmes?
- One that's not stolen.

'Hey, why don't you
come over tonight?'

The whole family's
gonna be there.

Tamales, pozole.

It's Little Pete's birthday.

Hey, my grandma used to make
pozole, too, eh?

Yeah, that's great, Holmes.
Turn around.

I thought
Pete just had a
birthday.

Ah, that was Big Pete,
my cousin.

Alright,
get the fuck out of here.

Merry belated Christmas!

You gonna come or what?

I don't know.
I'm still pissed off,
man.

Ah, get over it, man.

It's Tammi.
Tammi's Tammi, right?

Yeah.

Hey, it's John Cooper.

I'm, uh, out of refills.

Yeah, could you have the doctor
give me a call

when he gets a chance?

Okay. As soon as you can.

You alright?

They said it might snow tonight.

Northridge, la
Canada,
Thousand Oaks.

Higher elevations.
Nothing down here.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Your back acting up again?

What did you do
for New Year's?

My sister Olivia got engaged.

You remember that idiot Ward?

Pulled him over
in the Ferrari that
time?

- You fucking with me?
- Nope.

[scoffs]
That's fucking tragic.

(woman on radio)
'A-43, see the man
at 300 South Hill'

'a missing-person report.'

Show us handling.

Let's go.

[engine revving]

My mom always comes home,
always.

[sobbing]
Two days now.

I know in my heart
something's wrong.

A-and I call this man
ten, twenty times.

So I come here,
and he tells me to leave.

No. I-I-I wish
to file a complaint.

Does her mother work here?
Yes or no?

Yeah, she works here,
but her next shift is Friday.

She hasn't missed any work.

So how am I supposed to know

if she's missing?
Why should I call the cops?

Because her daughter's upset,
and the woman hasn't been seen

since her last shift in
this building, two nights
ago.

- That's why.
- She have a locker here?

Show us.

I got to be responsible
for every broad who takes off?

She's probably
with her boyfriend.

Does your mother
have a boyfriend?

Locker. Now.

[clanking]

[Estella gasps]

Women don't leave their purses.

Call the detectives.

Alright, I'm gonna need
a list of everyone

who had access to
this building during her
shift.

She was a cleaner here, right?

Everyone who had a reason
to be here.

You know how much work
that will be?

Do I look like I give a shit?

[sobbing]

So how's your partner?

Big, takes up a lot of oxygen

and flirts with the suspects
all the time

on the phone with her kids
all the time.

- Won't let me drive.
- Oh. How's that working out?

Oh, the last time
you let me drive

I thought you were
gonna
shit a kidney.

And she thinks
Starbucks is too expensive

but she gets her nails done
every other day.

No mocha fraps?

How do you get through the day?

And she just decides
where we're gonna go for
lunch.

Doesn't even bother to ask me.

You never asked me.

- Never?
- Uh, no.

Well, that's because you would

have us at Taco Bell
every shift.

Right.

Can I get some cream?

So, um, what's it
like
humping the pine

in the captain's office?

I think I'm gonna get a callus
on my index finger

from pressing the print button
on the copier.

- But nobody's shooting at me.
- Mm, that's good.

Oh, can I have some of that?

I might go
to the Academy Awards.

- Really?
- Yeah.

She gets tickets
from the chief.

- Well, that's cool.
- Yeah.

What's up
with the medical
pension?

Ah, the board's
got to schedule a hearing.

They say
that it might take a year.

- Anything good?
- Um, doesn't say.

It's downtown.

- Um, I'll call you later?
- Yeah.

[dishes clanking]

Estella,
I need you to go home, okay?

[sobbing]

Let us find your mother.

Can you guys
give her a ride
home?

I know this is hard, but
we're gonna find your
mother.

[exhales sharply]

[Estella sobbing]

She never left the building.

(Josie)
'She never punched out, and
you'

'didn't think there
was a problem?'

I didn't know
she didn't punch out.

How many times
did the daughter say she
called?

- About 20.
- Mm.

So do you have something
to be nervous about?

'Illegal workers?'

I hire the cleaning companies.
They hire the workers.

- I don't ask any questions.
- I bet you don't. Nah.

Okay, what about
the security cameras?

- Memory dumps every 24 hours.
- 'Why?'

If something happens,
we save it.

We've got over a 100 cameras.
They use up a lot of memory.

Have you received any
complaints
about people doing stuff?

You know, like exposing
themselves to women, stalking?

- Anything like that?
- No. I run a clean ship.

- K-9 unit's downstairs.
- Tell them to go to her
locker.

And get the dog
to smell some of her
clothes.

- And then come up here.
- Yeah.

[dog panting]

So how much does memory cost,
anyway?

What?

I just bought a memory
stick
at Best Buy

to back up my laptop.

That thing's
smaller
than a lipstick

and it's got, like,
two trillion
gigabytes.

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

- Got a light?
- Yeah.

There you go.

[dog barking]

Go.

- Watch your hands.
- Go.

[dog barking]

[gasps]

Make sure you bag her hands.

Can you imagine being up here

in the middle of the night
all alone?

'I got the names of the guards
and the cleaning people'

that were on duty.

Good.
Call the security people
first.

And, uh, we have to do
the notification.

(Josie)
You coming?

[door shuts]

[engines revving]

[whistles]
What do you got?

Two victims, Hispanic male.

'They're gang-tatted up,
so we called you.'

Hands tied. They're both shot
in the back of the head.

'I don't see any evidence
of any exit wound.'

- Who found 'em?
- Guy from parks and rec.

Said he saw a bunch of crows
and some dogs.

Thought he should check it out.

Huh.

Shit.

- First Street.
- Yeah.

There's no drag marks.
They were shot someplace else.

- 'They were dumped here.'
- 'Yeah, it's pretty fresh.'

Yeah, they can't have been here
for very long.

- Is this your regular area?
- Mm-hmm.

Anybody hang out around here?
Homeless, kids playing?

We chase cars out of here
pretty regularly.

It's mostly underage drinking.

There's some homeless set-up
under the five.

Do you write any shakes
on the drinkers?

- Sometimes.
- Can you get those to us?

Maybe ask
some of the homeless guys

if they saw anything last night?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- So what do you think, bro?
- Mm..

Get caught
skimming off the
corner?

(Sammy)
'Or a snitch killing.'

Dogs. Damn.

Couple hours ago, little
buddy's
ripping flesh off a dead guy.

Now he's sitting on granny's
lap
getting a tummy rub.

That's sick, man.

[sobbing]

She was gonna
quit.
She was scared.

(Lydia)
'Who was she scared of?'

- This man was bothering her.
- Do you have a name?

Did she file a complaint?

No.

Honey, did your
mother
have any friends

anyone she was close to?

She, um, she went to church
with some women.

A lot. The ura..
Our Lady of Loreto.

'Padre Miguel.
They were like a little
family.'

[sobbing]

I know your heart's
breaking,
sweetheart. I know.

There's nothing we can do. Yeah.

'I'm gonna be sad with you,
okay?'

I've told her
I can only credit
her

the amount
the item is currently
priced!

I got a receipt!
It says what I paid!

You're not gonna give me
the same amount of money back?

It's on sale now.

'It wasn't on sale
when I bought it!'

Okay, alright, stop.

Why don't you just
let her exchange the doll

for one she doesn't have?

The "Victoria?"
She's pretty
smokin'.

Look, your ad says
everything can be returned

with a receipt within 30 days!

- Next!
- No! No fucking way!

- You bitch!
- Hey, hey! Come on!

Come on!
What is wrong with you?

It's a friggin' doll!

How much?

How much is the difference
between the regular price

and the sale price?

Three dollars.

She'll have to fill out a form.

- 'Jesus.'
- I'll be in the car.

You want my DNA,
you can have it right now.

Put me on a lie detector, but
I got to get home to my
family.

Was she raped?

Yeah, I seen her,
but I didn't really know
her.

Did you see her that night?

Yeah, we used to nod each
other.
Nothing more than that.

You know, she, uh, seemed
like a nice lady.

You know, I think
what happened is a tragedy.

Can you take your hat off, sir?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, you've got a lot
of scratches. How'd that
happen?

[chuckles]
It was my dog.

Sometimes we play
a little rough.

Mm-hmm.

(Lydia)
Can you take your shirt off?

Why, am I under arrest
or something?

Of course not.

Then why I gotta
take off my shirt?

Well, isn't it your job
to keep the building safe?

I think you'd feel real bad

about not doing your job
real well

and wanna help us out
any way you can.

I do feel bad. I feel terrible.

Then can you take
your shirt off, please?

Oof. Rough dog.

Yeah.

- Can I go now?
- Sure. You're free to go.

He's got push-away bruises.

'I can see the heel of her
hand
and the tips of her fingers.'

Get on the phone
with the judge.

We need a court order
for his DNA.

I'll call the coroner,
see where he's at.

Is that your son?

Yeah.

He's dead?

Yes, sir. I'm afraid so.

- How?
- 'He was murdered.'

Metete.

[sniffles]

[exhales sharply]

You recognize this man?

That's Jamie. Jamie Sanchez.

Any idea where we might
find his family?

His grandmother
lives over on Forth.

Is he dead, too?

Yes, sir.

Any idea who might want
to harm your son, sir?

Luis Reyes.

State Street Locos Luis Reyes?

Yes. This is the fuckin'
who done it.

Anybody in this neighborhood
knows who done it.

Luis Reyes killed my son.

Okay.

She was choked to death.

"Traumatic asphyxia
due to neck compression."

It's like an epidemic
or something.

They're just killing women
like they're nothing.

Chopping off their fingers,
pulling out their teeth

stuffing 'em
in air-conditioning vents

going to yoga class
and opening fire.

Man, I'm sick of it!

You know what, if they were
killing Muslims like this

everybody, they'd be protesting

and trying to pass bills
in Congress.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

[cell phone ringing]

Hey.

Hola, mijo.

What? No.

I-if you want me to drive,
I can, you can just pull over.

- Ba-ba. What?
- You could pull over.

No, no, no. No, I'm good.

No! I said no.

No, she can't sleep in your
bed
in my house.

Uh-uh, you wanna hook up

use the back seat of a car
like your father and I did.

Yeah. Final.

'You know, I've been thinking.'

Promising that daughter
you'd find her mother?

Now it's like, "Hey,
we got good news and bad news.

"Good news is
we found your
mother.

The bad news is she's dead."

I don't know. Promising
her
like that gave her hope.

I kind of believe in hope.

You don't?

No. Not really.

Hey, loncheria back there,
killer tacos.

We got to stop for lunch
on our way back.

(Lydia)
'I'm feeling
like a salad today.'

[knocking on door]

Killer tacos.

[laughs]

[knocking on door]

Come in.

This is stupid.
This is a good man here, okay?

Not some limp-dick
who needs to go hurting women.

- Alright, sweetheart.
- You hear me?

Yeah, we get it. We get it.

You've got a virile man
on your hands.

Look, this is protocol.
That's all.

Hey, that '83 Monte Carlo
is a beauty.

I mean, that's the year
before they turned it

into a muscle car, right?

- Yeah.
- And a bad muscle car, too.

I mean, they were gonna make it
all boxy and squat.

They ruined that shit.

Look, we have a court order
to detain you and take your
DNA.

And I'm gonna need you
to step over here.

Well, my lawyer said
to go ahead and do
that.

Doesn't make me a suspect
or anything, does it?

Have a seat.

I'm gonna need you to hold your
head back and open your mouth.

Juan Pablo, where's that dog?

[hip-hop music]

Luis Reyes?

How you doing, man?
I'm Detective Moretta.

This is Detective Bryant.

What do you want?

You know
a couple of First Streeters

named Jamie Sanchez
and Juan Ochello?

Yeah.

How do you know 'em?

They raped my daughter.

They were murdered last night.

Well, that's a shame.

You mind coming down to the
station, answer a few
questions?

Yeah. I do mind.

- Alright.
- Hey, listen.

Thanks for your time, man.

Look, if you come up
with something that might help

our investigation,
you give us a call, alright?

Take care.

[music continues]

We look like pussies.

Better live pussies
than dead heroes.

[car alarm beeping]

[engine starts]

Laurie, uh, it's John again.
I really need to talk to you.

Call me when you get this,
please.

If your back's out
again,
you should call the
WC.

- Take the day.
- You watching the road?

Yeah.

Silver Porsche convertible,
two cars up

lane change, no signal.

- You serious?
- Light her up.

[sighs]

[siren wailing]

[brakes squealing]

Morning, officer.

License and
registration,
please.

Was I doing something wrong,
Officer, uh, Sherman?

Yeah, you changed lanes
without signaling.

I did?

[laughs]

Wow.

I don't think so,
but if I did, I'm very
sorry.

You from the Hollywood
station,
officer?

Do you really have
to write me a ticket?

No, ma'am, I don't.

[chuckles]

- Thank you.
- Drive carefully, ma'am.

'I will.'

Did you write her up?

Nope.

[sighs]
You, uh, run the registration?

- Nope.
- Hm.

She's quite the package.
Did you get her phone number?

(man on radio)
'All units in A-43,
211 in progress'

'at the Dorsett Bank,
Hollywood and Ivar.'

A-43 responding.

[siren wailing]

(Johnston on radio)
'Shots fired! Officer down!
Officer needs help!'

[indistinct radio chatter]

[gunfire]

[tires screeching]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[bullets ricocheting]

- You okay?
- 'Yeah. You?'

Yeah.

[sirens wailing]

[sirens wailing]

[gunfire]

Two suspects behind the kiosk!

How you doing, sarge?

- Not so good.
- Alright, stay with us.

[siren wailing]

A-43. We have
two armed, barricaded suspects.

Request SWAT, our location.

[helicopter whirring]

We got two behind the
kiosk,
one more down in the bank.

Johnston didn't sound so good.
We got to get him out of there.

Get your vests off.
We're getting Johnston
out!

Get your vests off.

You got a better idea?

- Want me to go and get him?
- No. Just get your vest off.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Stick with us..

[siren wailing]

Come on over the top!

He's going for hostages!

Drop it!

[gunfire]

Alright, let's go.
John, I can get him.

I can get him. I'll get
him.
I'm stronger, alright?

- Hey, I'll get him.
- Yes, sir.

Chickie, you drive.

- You two lay down cover
fire.
- Okay.

Let's go, let's go!

- Front.
- Got it.

[gunfire]

[bullets ricocheting]

[groaning]

I'm gonna get you.

[groaning]

[screaming]

Go, go, go! Go! Go!

- 'Don't stop!'
- 'Ah!'

No, he's running! I got it!

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

Out of the way!

[helicopter whirring]

Freeze!

Put your hands in the air!
Put your hands in the air!

Put 'em up!

Put your hands up or I will
blow
your fucking head off!

Put 'em up! Put 'em up now!

Put 'em up!

[gunshot]

[helicopter whirring]

[siren wailing]

(Lydia)
'So let me get this
straight,
Gladys confided in you'

'that this guy
was threatening her
sexually.'

And you didn't do anything?

It's not my job to judge.

It's my job to listen.

Wow.

Um, father, can I speak with
you
for a minute?

- Sure.
- Please.

- Mire, perdoname.
- Oh.

[speaking in foreign language]

You can't talk to a
priest
like that.

He knew
she was being threatened.

He should have told her
to come to us.

She would never come to us,
where she's from..

[scoffs]
...the police are scarier
than the rapists.

Oh, hell, half the time
they are the rapists.

- So what? He does nothing?
- Not nothing.

He sent her
to a support group at Acrila.

A support group?
She was
terrified.

She needed a restraining
order,
not a hug.

(Nate)
'Yeah. Thanks.'

[sighs]
Jamie Sanchez and Juan Ochello

were acquitted in the rape
of one Julia Reyes, 17

daughter of Luis Reyes.

When?

'Verdict came down last Friday.'

'Taylor over at sex crimes
had it.'

'Apparently,
she was at a party.'

'Sanchez and Ochello offered
to give her a ride home.'

Instead, they took her
to someplace in Griffith Park

where a dozen cholos
from First Street

ran a train on her
and left her for dead.

'Jogger found her
the next morning.'

Why acquitted?

She was drunk.

[scoffs]

You think
they knew they'd picked

Luis Reyes' daughter
to gang-rape?

Not a chance.
Nobody's that stupid.

Nothing from the shakes,
the kids

that normally hang out
drinking
weren't there last night.

But patrol did get a hit
off one of the vagrants.

Let's go talk to some homeless.

Gladys had a friend that
worked
the cleaning crew

with her at the building.

The friend had a bad experience
with one of the guards.

[sighs]
He's a bad man.

Yeah, well, we need this
friend
to come forward

and give us a name
and tell us what he did to
her.

I promised her
I'd protect her, okay?

And this guard, he may have
murdered her friend, okay?

How does that make her feel?

If she'd reported him,
her friend might still be
alive.

Come here.

[sighs]
What?

Look, she was raped. Okay?

Uh, uh, do you have any idea
what that means?

If her husband found out,
he would leave her.

She has four children.

I know, and that's how
they get away with it.

(Lydia)
'They depend on our silence.'

'This man is a murderer.'

If she helps us,
we can put this guy away.

[scoffs]

I'm sorry..

...but, no.

[speaking in foreign language]

This piece of crap raped her.

Who knows how many others
he's raped.

- I tried.
- How?

Well, I told her
that we weren't interested

in her immigration status

that her friend's soul
wouldn't rest

until this guy got put away.

Wow. And none of that worked?

Hey, how long did the lab say

that this DNA
swab
was gonna take?

They didn't. It could be weeks.

Let's go fishing.

Nate!

Tell the detective
what you just told me.

Uh, last night
there was a car down
there.

Late, woke me up.
Didn't stay long.

What kind of car was it?

Oh, it was a Monte Carlo,
like my daddy used to
drive.

Nice big one.

I, uh, couldn't tell the
color,
but dark.

Blue or black maybe.

And, uh, it was,
well, it was tricked out.

[chuckles]
Uh, rims and the like.

Did you see what they were
doing
down there?

Yeah, a couple of
Mexicans
climbed out of their car

wearing those bandanas around
their head like they like.

Opened the trunk,
dumped some stuff

closed it up, they're gone.

So this morning
I see you, all you guys here

and figure

"Eh, this couldn't be good."

- 'Great.'
- Thank you.

Yeah.

[knocking on door]

Hi. We're sorry to barge
in
on you like this.

We just wanted to apologize
to you in person. We screwed
up.

Yeah, we just arrested another
guy that worked in your
building

so we just wanted to say
no hard feelings, alright?

Yeah, well, I told you
you were making a
mistake.

And we apologize.

Hey, um, your car,
do you mind if I check it
out?

- Knock yourself out.
- Thanks.

[chuckles]
I'm a little thirsty.

Can I get a glass of water?

Thank you.

[door shuts]

Taking a trip? I'm jealous.

- Where you going?
- The Dominican Republic.

That's over there next to Haiti.

- Right?
- 'Mm-hmm.'

That earthquake
was something
else.

Whoo, she is a beauty!

[laughs]

Well, you know what?
Let us get out of your way.

I'm sorry. Again, we
apologize.
We screwed up.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Thanks.

Ooh, girl, we just
messed
with his head big time.

There's suitcases
inside the house.

- They're leaving the
country.
- What?

We need that DNA.
I'm calling the lab.

Juan Pablo just moved up
to the head of the line.

(Josie)
'Ooh, they got
big old suitcases.'

(Lydia)
'Let's just pick him up
now.'

'I can't take it.'

What if he gets on the plane?

- We'll extradite him.
- 'He'll disappear.'

(Lydia)
'And you know it.
Call the lab again.'

Hey, it's Ochoa.
Where you guys at?

[car engine starts]

They're still doing
the initial spin.

Shit! Damn.

Alright, let's go.

[siren wailing]

Afternoon, Mr. Reyes.
Is that your car?

What is that, '72? 567 UW-19.

I do believe that is you.

Would you open up the trunk
for us? We got a warrant.

You need keys
to open up the trunk,
detective.

- Step back.
- Step aside.

Huh.

What does that look like
to you, detective?

Looks like blood.

Yeah. That's what it looks
like
to me, too.

Yeah, it's Adams.

I know. I know!

[scoffs]
He's still doing
the PCR amplification.

He said to leave him alone.

He's missing dinner with
his family on account of us.

Uh-oh. Son of a bitch
is running.

We can't go in pursuit!
Slow down, Josie.

[tires screeching]

Are you crazy?

I got him. I got him.

Screw it.

[aircraft droning]

[grunts]

Stay down. Stay down!

What the hell is wrong with you?

- What?
- Don't ever do that again.

- What?
- You could've gotten us
killed!

Oh. I didn't. Hm?

[cell phone rings]

Shut up.

- Adams.
- You stay there and shut up.

Alright. Get up. Get up.

- Get up.
- We got a match.

Guess what, asshole?
You're under arrest for
murder.

Come on! Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wailing]

You cleared to go?

Hang on, just a minute.

Alright, help me up.

- What?
- Give me your goddamn hands.

[siren wailing]

[grunts]
Alright.

Hang on.

Let me just walk slowly,
so quit talking.

This is ridiculous.
You need to get to a hospital.

- Heat and rest.
- You need help!

Shut up!

[indistinct radio chatter]

[cell phone ringing]

Why use his own car?

He wanted to get caught

let everyone know
he took care of
business.

Gang-raped? A dozen guys?

Someone does that
to one of my daughters

and gets off at trial..

Hey. Want me to give
you
a lift home?

- No.
- You sure?

Yeah.

- Huh?
- Nope.

[exhales sharply]

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

He okay?

Seemed like he was moving
pretty slow.

He's alright.

[sighs]

Bunch of us are heading
over
to the Dragon

for a couple of rounds.

Ah, thanks,
but, uh, kind of beat.

[engine revving]

I'm thirsty.

How about you, Officer Sherman,
you thirsty?

[engine revving]

Hey, John.

Hey, Laur.

[sighs]

How you been?

I tried, uh, calling you
today.
I left a couple of messages.

Yeah, uh, b-busy day.

Yeah. My, um..

My prescription ran out.
Can't get a hold of my doc.

He's on a, a fishing trip
or something.

- What about refills?
- Ran out of those, too.

How long
were they supposed to
last?

A while.

- I can't. John..
- Well..

Look, I just need
a few sample packs.

- Okay?
- No.

Only to get me through till
I can get my new prescription.

No, 'cause you need help.

Listen, I can get you
a couple of referrals. I
can.

They're really nice
places,
and your insur..

Your insurance will cover it.

[sobbing]

[engine revving]

What are you doing?

- It's cold out here.
- Having a last cigarette.

I thought you quit.

Yeah. I was gonna get it for
you
for a stocking stuffer, but..

Oh.

- It's a camera.
- Oh.

- You know..
- Thanks.

You know, I-I'm sorry.

You know, I'm-I'm not even
sure
what we were fighting about

but it was probably my fault.

- You don't believe that.
- Yeah.

[exhales sharply]
But what the hell?

Is that snow?

I'm pregnant.

You sure?

Yeah.

That's great. Isn't that great?

That's great, sweetheart.

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