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Right there.

Don't move.

Relax.

Turn around.

About time you cops you do your damn job.

Shut up.

Molenski.

Take this guy.

Mark. Come here.

What's your problem?

If you hadn't caught that son of a bitch,

we would've killed him.

That's not your business.

When are you gonna get these nigger dope

dealers off the street? Huh?

Come here.

When?

Right over there.

Now, just settle down and relax.

OK?

Just calm down.

Stay put.

Look what we got here.

Really?

Businessman, huh? - Hey, man.

Get going.

I was minding my own business.

I don't where they came from.

Come on.

Come on.

Get over there.

Have a seat there, Mr. Danko.

Relax a little bit.

Cool off.

Let me explain something to you.

In a community watch, you report all suspicious behavior

to the police department.

That's why they call it a community watch, instead

of a community lynch mob.

Look, I'm block captain of the Jackson Street Watch.

And we're sick and tired of dirt like that trash in the streets

that our kids play on.

You cops talked us into forming the watch.

Now, are you gonna haul us down here

every time that we try to help you out?

Every time you break the law, I'm gonna bring you in.

Well, what the hell do you expect?

We call you guys and maybe...

Maybe you get around to coming by next week.

You cops don't do squat.

If you can't keep those drug pushing

creeps off of our streets, then, by God, we will.

Possession, buying, selling, using.

Is there anything we don't have on you, Fitch.

What happened to my phone call?

Your phone call is coming.

Narco has been watching you the last six weeks.

We got a short novel here on what you've been up to.

Nothing's gonna change that.

Yo, sis, you can't hold me with this.

Come on, Fitch.

Give it up.

You're a two-time loser.

This ain't gonna go down good for you.

Now, wait a minute.

I get chased by a pack of racist dogs

and I'm the one that needs a hanky and a lawyer?

You know the song?

Sell crack, go to jail.

I wasn't doing nothing.

Come on, pal.

We had you staked out.

Six cops saw you make the sale.

No.

What they saw was a bunch of white boys trying

to kill my black butt for being in the wrong neighborhood,

in their neighborhood.

Maybe the jury'll buy that.

Of course, there is the five grand and the bag

of crack you had stuffed in your back pocket.

Now, you get your phone call.

We had the guy under surveillance

until you butted in, Danko.

So what?

With our court system, the crack dealer

will be back on the same corner in two hours.

He's already got two convictions on his sheet.

We can put him away again if the jury doesn't buy how

a poor innocent black kid got hammered

out by a group of vigilantes empowered

by the police department.

Two convictions?

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Two convictions and he's still out there selling dope.

Will you give it a rest?

Hey, you don't know how to do your job.

Don't blame me.

Let me tell you something, bad guys come in all colors.

Don't you ever forget that.

Get out of here.

Your friends are outside waiting for you.

Go on.

Get out.

What are you looking at, Jerry?

Fitch is calling his lawyer.

Can you him squared away?

Gonna take more than talk to get him squared away.

Sam, watch programs don't work.

They never have and never will.

Somewhere down the road, a lynch mob develops.

You might be right.

I here the watch was ready to beat the crap out of this guy

until the police stepped in.

Yeah.

Could you imagine a watch program

for today's drug dealers?

Who were the arresting officers?

- Sergeant Hunter. - Hunter?

Molenski.

Yeah.

Mr. Storm Trooper himself, huh?

I didn't know you knew him.

Yeah.

Sure so do half the city officials in this town.

Molenski, I ran into a few years ago at 77 Street division.

There's a good mix of characters here, Sam.

Why don't you take at run it?

Go ahead.

If the cops can't keep this filth out of our neighborhood,

Mr. Danko continued, then the law abiding taxpaying citizen

has every right to protect himself

and his family in any way that's left to him.

I thought you had an agreement with this guy, Danko.

- Who wrote that? - Who do you think wrote it?

Andy McBride, the Doctor Sardonicus of the press.

Andy McBride? I know him.

Yeah.

Everybody knows Andy McBride.

He's a pain in the butt.

I want you to personally handle this matter now.

Well, it's not exactly a metro case.

The watch program is the chief's baby.

He went out on a limb to guarantee its success.

Where the hell's my jacket?

Needless to say, something like this could easily sink it.

All McBride needs is more fuel from a creep like Danko.

- We'll get right on it. - All right.

If you need more officers, let me know.

Yeah.

How well do you know McBride?

Enough to give him the other side of the story.

Good give to him.

What are you doing here?

Read the newspapers.

Want to talk to you about it.

What's there to talk about?

I got a right to express myself.

If that rubs me the wrong way, it's not my problem.

Now, when did you talk to McBride?

Butt out, Hunter.

Pretty high strung guy, aren't you?

You ever raising the kids, Sergeant?

No. I haven't.

Yeah, well, I got three of them.

And every day I send them off to school,

I got to worry about what's gonna

happen to them on the street.

Somebody's got to take of the problem. if not you, then us.

Look it.

We can't clean up the streets overnight.

I wish to God we could.

I know what I'd do if I was up to me,

but some people might interpret that as a blow

to personal rights.

Yeah, well, I got rights too.

Look, I know you do, but you can't

go running up and down the street beating up on people.

That's not what the watch is about.

Look, I got the right to bear arms

and if I have to use them to protect my property and family,

I will.

And if I have to talk to reporters

to let him know how I feel, then that is exactly what I will do.

Community watch woke us up, Sergeant, to the fact

that we all feel the same way about things.

We can take care of our own neighborhood.

Let me tell you something, Danko.

You better be careful.

Go by the rules or could turn this neighborhood upside down.

I got work to do, Sergeant.

Hey.

Danko, you break the law and I'll arrest

you like any other criminal.

Don't make me come back here.

Andy McBride?

Well, well, well.

Joanne Molesnski.

- You remember. - Are you kidding?

How could I forget?

Cold coffee, stale donuts, blazing

gunfire, long sleepless nights watching you toss

felons into the paddy wagon.

I read your article.

So did my captain.

You mean the one on Jackson Street?

Yeah.

Oh, and I thought that you were gonna

stop by to catch up on my life.

You know why haven't I won the Pulitzer yet?

Has some lucky lady landed me?

No.

I'm afraid not.

And you're wondering where I get off making the cops look

like the Three Stooges?

Yeah.

That's right.

Well, I guess Hunter sent you, huh?

Tell me. How is the Sergeant's?

Still busting heads and cracking cases?

Still trying to do his job, like the rest of us.

Now, about that article.

Listen Molenski, I'm not just going after the cops.

I'm going after the whole stinking system that

says a decent people have to just stand by and do

nothing while a good neighborhood just

slowly sinks into the sunset.

You're just stirring people up.

I didn't make the situation on Jackson Street.

You're not helping the situation on Jackson Street

either.

Jackson Street has enough problems already without you

adding wood to the fire.

That article was unfair to the reality of the situation

and you know it.

OK.

So what is the reality of the situation, Molenski?

How many police officers did you interview?

Not one.

You talked to a hothead?

That's irresponsible.

Really?

I seem to remember a case I covered a few years ago

in Griffith Park.

And I also remember a young police

officer who came off looking pretty good in those articles.

That's not what we're talking about.

Those articles got you noticed, Molenski.

There are people who say that you

might still be at 77th Street division

if it hadn't been for McBride.

LAPD does not staff metro from newspaper articles.

All right.

So where do we go from here?

You're an investigative reporter.

Investigate.

Find out the truth.

Help us.

Help Jackson Street.

Look, Molenski, I'd like to.

But watch programs don't work.

They may have in World War II or in some suburbs

where there may be some petty thievery, but that's it.

No.

The police department is trying to fool

the public into believing that they have

the cure for their own problem.

That's irresponsible.

Lisa?

Joe?

In the kitchen, Ma.

Where's your sister?

She's upstairs.

You should've seen the line at the grocery store.

Everybody in town wanted to buy groceries at the same time.

- Did you get the tomatoes? - They're right on top.

You know, I told you I'd take care of the shopping.

You got enough to do.

I got it.

I got it.

I said I got it.

Don't eat up the phone, OK?

Mind your own business.

Look, all you do is talk on the phone.

Make it quick.

Hello?

Yeah.

It'll take me about 10 minutes.

OK.

OK.

Bye.

See you later.

Where do you think you're going?

Out.

Don't be late for dinner.

What are you so upset about, Joe?

Lisa can take care of herself.

You're her brother, not her father.

Let her live her life.

You live yours.

Look, I don't want her out on the street, OK?

You know, if Dad were alive, he wouldn't

want her out there either.

You know, there's all those dope dealers, mugging.

What about your community watch?

Isn't that doing some good?

It's fine, Ma.

Look, where does she always go anyway?

There's other ways of protecting your family

than fighting in the street.

You listen to the police, Joe.

Look, I gotta run an errand, OK?

You're as bad as your sister.

Don't be late for dinner.

Hey, Danko.

Hey, Joey.

What's up?

Oh, Lisa's what's up.

- What's the matter? - Oh.

I don't know, man.

I don't know what she's doing anymore.

I don't know where she's going.

Come on.

She's just a kid, Joe, just a kid.

That cop Hunter got in my face again today.

Hey, John, can I get some change?

Why? - I don't know.

I guess he's got nothing better to do.

He only rides around all day in a police car of his,

insulated from what's happening on the outside.

He hasn't got any kids being hit over the head

but these dope dealers.

Thanks, John.

What'd you tell him?

I told him he don't know nothing.

Be careful, man.

Why'd you say that to me?

I don't know.

Look, you want some smokes?

Yeah.

I do.

Get Raymond and Bob, now.

Now.

You live in this neighborhood, boy?

No.

I don't.

- Then, where do you live? - What's all this about?

What this is about is you're in the wrong place

at the wrong time, bud.

Maybe you're here to visit somebody, huh?

Somebody who wants to buy some dope or something?

Look, man, I don't know what you're talking about.

I was...

You take a message, nigger.

I don't want any more of you dope dealers

anywhere on Jackson Street.

Get him.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

- What do you have? - Head injury.

Any other injuries?

Minor contusions.

I want plasma, stat.

Open IV all the way.

Call x-ray.

Watch his head.

Get a hematocrit, type and cross match.

X-ray's on the way.

What's BP?

80 over 50.

Let's prep the area.

Give him more D5LR.

I want 1% xylocaine.

Should I call OR?

Have them standby.

- You want O2? - Yes.

Five liters.

Update BP.

80 over 48.

I heard the call on the way home.

What's happening?

Kid got beat up over there on Jackson Street.

What's the condition?

Well, he took a hell of a beating.

Doesn't look good though right now.

Gee, Mary, and Jay.

I knew this was gonna happen.

Any witnesses?

Well, we do have one woman who saw

the whole thing happen from a fourth story fire escape.

Great.

That means she can't ID anyone, right?

Where is he?

I want to see my boy.

Where is he?

Somebody please talk to me.

Please.

Molenski.

Could you help this lady out, please?

It's OK, officer.

I want to see my boy.

- Are you Randy Ellis' mother? - Yes.

Is he all right?

I'm Officer Joanne Molenski, LAPD.

- Is he in there? - Let's go over here and talk.

Calm down. Relax.

Please. Miss, please, tell me.

They're doing everything they can.

Have a seat right here.

Two of these incidents in two days.

The chief called me this morning wanting an update.

I told him all was well and you were on the case.

Well, I'm on the case all right, but all is not well,

Charlie.

Our witness didn't describe anybody specifically.

But she did say Randy's attackers were white.

Don't tell me there were five of them?

Yeah.

We have got to pray to God one of them wasn't Danko.

Why do I feel he is?

I thought you talked to him again?

Well, I did talk to him.

But apparently, he didn't listen to me.

Oh no.

What?

What's he doing here? - I don't know.

McBride.

Now, wait a second, Hunter.

Yeah.

What are you doing here?

I'm doing my job, just like you, Sergeant.

My job doesn't include pumping up an entire neighbor.

Relax.

I am a reporter.

I'm objective.

And I'm here to get the facts.

You don't need the facts.

You write whatever you want.

Well, you seem to have a lot of trouble with facts.

Let me just tell you something.

All right, relax.

I only write what's there.

That's a lie.

Yeah, as a matter of fact, that

last piece you did was a little one-sided, wouldn't you say?

Decent, hardworking citizens protecting their homes.

You make it sound like there are murderers...

I am not gonna be intimidated by this police department.

Well, I'd like to hear the song you're

going to sing when your editor gets a phone call

from Commander Burns, pally.

Molenski.

What did Mrs. Ellis have to say?

Randy was supposed to be meeting a girl from his school

named Lisa Baker.

They were going to get together for a tutoring

session at the library in Sierra Heights.

Now, wait a minute.

What are you saying?

This kid may not be a drug dealer?

He's an innocent student on his way to the library?

Tomorrow, bright and early, you're at the Baker house.

You got it? - Got it.

I'm gonna go see a jerk.

You stay away from, Danko.

Tonight, anyway.

Hi.

How's it going?

Good.

Sorry I don't have time for breakfast,

but how about dancing Thursday night?

Well, heck, Thursday nights, I have karate class.

Friday then.

I mean, I got a job, a car, all my own team.

Me too.

Small world.

See?

We have so much income.

So what's keeping us apart?

I'm Officer Joanne Molenski.

Do you know someone named Lisa Baker?

Yeah. I know her.

She's my sister.

Look, she already went to school.

What do you want to talk to her about?

I just want to ask her some questions.

Joe Oh, hi.

What's going on?

Police officer, Ma.

She wants to talk to Lisa.

Look, I told her she already went to school.

Well, is Lisa in some sort of trouble?

Oh, no.

I just wanted to talk to her about something that

happened yesterday evening.

Oh?

What was that?

Mom.

Oh. Hi.

Sorry.

I didn't know I was interrupting.

Look, I thought you already went to school.

I'm Officer Joanne Molenski, Los Angeles Police Department.

Do you know a young man named Randy Ellis?

Yeah.

Randy was apparently jumped by a group

of men in a vacant lot not far from here yesterday afternoon.

He's in the hospital in serious condition.

What?

Oh my god.

Randy's mom said he was on his way

to the library to meet you.

Is that true?

Yeah.

He was tutoring me in art.

And I was helping him with chemistry class.

I was going to meet him, but never showed up.

Hunter.

Come here a second.

I need to talk to you.

This is Detective Ray Schneider, Narco.

- He's got something for us. - Detective.

Sergeant.

You'd think with all the heat on a Jackson Street area,

the homeboys would lay low.

But we zeroed in on a crack house that's

been doing serious business all summer, we're talking nonstop,

around the clock.

Place is run by a man named David Allen Walker, early 30s,

6' 2", brown on, brown, emerald ring,

a gold Rolex you could bench press,

your average white trash pusher.

Showtime's midnight.

Open up.

Police watch.

Freeze.

Police.

Don't shoot, man. Don't shoot.

I want to make a deal.

You haven't got nothing to make a deal with.

The black kid, over on Jackson Street,

the one that got beat up.

What about him?

I know who hammered him.

Surely there's no need for a pair

of handcuffs on the boy.

Joe, I'll call Mr. Mills.

He'll know a lawyer.

He'll know just what we should do.

He didn't do anything.

You'll find out.

Don't worry, Mom.

It's gonna be all right.

Oh, and I just had lunch.

Well, you made an arrest based on the word

of a crack dealer who'd sell his loans if he had to.

Walker was an eye witness.

His story checks out.

That's bull.

Let me tell you something.

If I slammed the stories you slammed then

I'd've been fired a long time.

Joe Baker works six days a week

to support his mother an his sister.

He takes classes at night and he still

has time for that watch program that's trying

to clean up his neighborhood.

Too bad he listened to Danko.

Well, at least Danko and Baker have

the guts to do the dirty work.

Have you been drinking?

If you want to write the story, the real story,

right our side of it.

You'll sell more papers. - No.

The story is police manipulation.

And I know that.

Joe Baker beat up a kid, a good kid, a decent kid,

an honor student even.

Did you notice a full scholarship

to Cal Conservatory?

Yeah, he does.

Now take a nap, wake up, and write the truth.

Hi.

Randy, I'm Officer Joanne Molenski, LAPD.

How you feeling?

Better, thanks.

Good.

I met your mom the other night they

brought you into the hospital.

She's real nice and real worried about you.

Yeah.

My mom is the greatest.

So what happened the other day, Randy?

I was on my way home from the library,

when five men jumped me and chased me down the street.

Five white men?

Yeah, five white men.

Did you see any of their faces?

It all happened so fast.

I wasn't concentrating on much except for getting out

of there. - I see.

Do you have any idea why they attacked you?

No.

You live at 129 Green Street, right?

Yes.

What were you doing over on Jackson Street?

I was just walking home from the library.

Well, isn't in Jackson Street about a mile out of the way

from where you live?

Randy your mom said you were meeting Lisa Baker

at the library to do homework.

I think my mom must've made a mistake.

No.

I don't think so.

She seemed real sure about it.

No.

I went to study by myself.

You do know Lisa Baker?

Yes.

She's in a couple of my classes.

But you weren't over on Jackson Street to meet her?

No.

I said, no.

You know, Lisa Baker lives about two blocks

from where you were beaten up.

Do you know Joe Baker?

That's Lisa's big brother.

So you know Lisa pretty well?

Like I said, we're in a few classes together.

We arrested Joe Baker as one of the five men

who chased you and beat you up.

Something doesn't make sense here, Randy.

What's going on?

Oh, Andy, can I talk to you for a second?

Yeah, sir.

This won't take a minute.

What's on your mind?

Well, I just got a phone call.

And have a seat.

What... what's with the phone call?

Jackson Street thing.

Got a call from Commander Burns a little while ago.

Sam, Joe Baker's gonna beat this rap.

There is not a jury in the world that's gonna convict this kid.

Forget about it.

Now, listen, Andy, are you sure

you're not using that story to attack the police department?

What the hell are you talking about?

Burns asked me if this newspaper

is condoning vigilantism.

That's ridiculous.

It's not ridiculous.

Let me tell you something Andy McBride,

the way it sits right now, it looks like this newspaper

is condoning vigilantism.

And I will tell you something, we do not.

That's... that's just great.

Everywhere I go, somebody's trying

to pull me back every time things get a little hot.

The truth is out there on the street, Sam,

but you don't want to stir things up.

And that's too bad, because that's what a newspaper's for,

to stir things up.

That's what sells.

It's

Not just about selling newspapers, Andy.

Yes, it is.

You brought me in to boost the circulation,

something this newspaper needs real bad.

Let me do my job, Sam.

Andy.

OK.

You're right.

We do want to sell newspapers.

And we do need that story.

But please, make sure you're right.

Sam, we've known each other a long time, right?

A long time.

You got to trust me you.

You got to trust me.

You also got to buy a new tie.

I mean, you're... you're the editor of a newspaper,

for God sakes.

Andy, that information you wanted from San Jose

just got in.

Gloria, I love you.

Randy Ellis, the alleged victim,

was arrested in San Jose in 1987 for possession of marijuana.

Convicted in juvenile court, he was

sentenced to 40 hours community service

and two years probation.

Why am I hearing about this from Andy McBride?

Ellis was 13 years of age when that happened.

Doesn't mean he was down on Jackson Street selling dope.

Well, our case against Baker is severely damaged.

Look, I know.

I just didn't think to check his background.

Well, Andy McBride sure as hell did.

Now, Baker's lawyer's gonna stroll into court

and say, here's my stand-up white client

just trying to protect his neighbor who lit

against a black drug dealer.

And all we got that says anything different

is the word of David Allen Walker, a two-time drug dealer.

Now, get me some evidence.

Forensics has already gone over every square inch

of this place.

Now, the woman who saw Randy being beaten

said the men came out of here and took off down the street.

I say we give the street the once over and see we find.

I say they made a right hand turn and ran up the street.

What's it look like to you?

Looks like a stinking sewer to me.

No, no, no.

The pipe.

- Oh, no. - Yeah.

Come on. I'll hold your jacket.

Yeah. This is great stuff.

What does the lab say?

Nothing yet, but checking for prints and a possible match

on Randy Ellis' blood type. - Fabulous.

Fabulous.

So how soon will we hear from the lab?

- Within the hour. - All right, great.

Let me know when the lac comes through.

OK.

I'm going to Commander Clayton's office.

You come with me.

I want to give him a complete update.

Yeah.

I think I can leave in about two hours.

OK.

Got it.

Officer.

Don't you think you're pushing that press pass a little far?

You got a lot of nerve showing up here.

This is one of my most treasured possessions.

I mean, without it, I'm on the outside.

You don't get it, do you?

I guess Hunter told you about our little conversation

on Joe Baker, right?

Look, I'm real busy.

I've been thinking, maybe you and Hunter are right.

I want to discuss the case and get the police

department's point of view.

Can you give me a little time?

Please?

Metro.

Molenski.

Oh, yeah.

OK.

That's great. Great.

I'll be right there.

OK.

Have a seat.

I'll be right back.

Thanks.

Joe, so what if they do find your prints on that pipe?

What you did was right.

Look, Danko, fingerprints are fingerprints.

And no alibi is going to erase that.

That may very well be, but we've got to build

public sympathy for you.

Look, we can appeal to the court that you

acted emotionally to a dope dealer in your neighborhood.

What do you mean?

Look, Lisa, you don't know everything that there

is to know about Randy Ellis.

Considering that your brother's freedom is on the line,

you can't say for sure that Randy doesn't still sell

dope occasionally, can you?

That's a lie.

Randy was never selling dope to anyone at any time.

Look, Lisa, just give Joe the benefit of a doubt.

That's all.

Are you asking me to lie?

Honey, we're talking about your brother here.

You want help Joe out, don't you?

Lisa, it's a chance to help me out.

Now, after all, Randy did sell dope once.

Joe was just trying to protect his neighborhood

and his family.

Now, it's your turn.

You gto ot help Joe out, Lisa.

You could be a very big part of this case.

Those cops and those judges could get nuts with this.

We don't know what'll happen to Joe.

Think about that, will you, honey?

So you're sure about all this now, Lisa?

Yes.

Randy Ellis did use drugs at school occasionally?

Yes.

And sometimes when you were studying together,

he offered them to you, right?

Yes.

Now, the night that Randy got beat up,

he was down on Jackson Street to sell you drugs.

Is that correct?

Yes.

So will you make a formal statement?

Of course she will.

He's not talking to you.

Now, Lisa, a formal statement is like testifying in court.

It's very important that you tell the truth.

Now you understand that, don't you?

What are you calling her, a liar?

No, sir.

I'm just trying to make sure she understands what she's in for.

You do follow me, now, don't you?

Yes.

I'll make a statement.

Good.

Come with me.

You see, Hunter, people like us

know more about what's happening on the street than you do.

- Get out of here. - Let's go, Danko.

Come on.

What did Randy Ellis say when you told him that Joe

Baker might've beat him up.

He didn't react.

He just clammed up.

Yeah.

These kids are hiding something.

Let's find out what it is.

Lisa Baker made a formal statement this morning, Randy.

She said you were on Jackson Street

that day to sell her dope.

She said that?

Yes, she did.

What do you think about that?

I was on my way home from the library.

I told Officer Molenski about this.

I know what you told Officer Molenski, Randy.

You also said you didn't see the people who attacked you.

That's right.

That's what I said.

You sure you didn't recognize Joe Baker?

Yes.

I'm sure.

Randy, if you did, it's OK, but you got to speak

up and speak up right now.

Stop protecting Lisa.

I am not protecting Lisa.

You don't seem to understand.

If you don't tell us what's going on,

Randy, the men who beat you up are gonna look like heroes.

Mind if I sit down?

Sure.

Go ahead.

How you doing?

Fine.

Lisa, I know how hard this has all

been on you, how hard it was to do what

you had to do this morning.

I just want everything to be all right.

I know you do.

But lying for Joe isn't going to solve it.

I believe you didn't mean for this to happen,

but lying for him only makes it worse.

It poisons everything it touches.

It'll affect Joe's life, Randy's life, and your life, Lisa.

You got to tell the truth.

Randy and I help each other with our homework.

He was helping me with art history.

You should see some of his drawings.

I have seen.

Randy's art teacher showed me this.

It took a lot of talent to do that kind of work.

You're in love with Randy, aren't you, Lisa?

Yes.

You know how my brother is, how my family is.

Randy is so good.

, you could see it.

That afternoon, he called me, he wanted to come

over and meet my family.

I said, no.

When he called back, I agreed to meet him.

Can you imagine what looks he would've

gotten when he walked in, the looks I would've gotten?

Randy say his attackers, didn't he?

He saw them, all of them.

He saw Joe.

He's been protecting us by not saying anything

that would hurt the family.

Danko.

What's your problem now, Hunter?

Got a warrant for your arrest.

Oh, yeah? What for?

Obstruction of justice, attempted murder.

- You're crazy. - Really?

Molenski.

You had Lisa lie about Randy.

You couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?

You act so brave and tough, but I think the reason

you beat up Randy is because you're afraid, afraid

of anyone who's different than you.

See, Randy identified you from a photograph

as the one led the attack against him.

I don't have to take this crap.

Oh, yes you do.

How are the streets?

You opened the forensics file that was on my desk,

stole the information, and gave it to Danko, didn't you?

Hey.

Hold on.

What are you crazy?

It doesn't bother you that Randy Ellis could've

been killed, that Lisa Baker had to lie to keep

her brother out of jail?

All you care about is your byline.

I printed what I believed in.

You don't believe in anything.

You're an opportunist.

You just stir up the pot.

You don't give a damn about the truth or who gets hurt.

- Oh, is that so? - Yeah, that's so.

I don't want to see your face in the Metro anymore.

Your press privileges have been suspended.