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R10 Charles to R20 Charles, going 30, Hunter.

R20 Charles to R2, 3, and 4, entry team,

make it fast and clean.

Everybody get ready and be careful.

Here we go.

Everybody on your knees! Hands in the air!

Don't make a move!

Nobody moves!

Get on the ground!

You, move!

Hunter.

Pop one.

Let me see that.

Molenski?

What the hell is going on here?

Now, the first rule of operations

is, be certain what you're looking for is where you hit.

Now, I have devoted three months of planning,

the resources of robbery, criminal conspiracy,

and metro to an operation doomed to failure,

because your intelligence was tainted.

Lieutenant Horton, my informant has never burned me.

Well, this switchblade knife is not

my idea of a major weapons cache, officer Molenski.

Now, what's the snitch's ID?

Albie Wayne.

Well, he wouldn't be the first honest to double deal.

All we know is his information was bad.

He could've been set up.

If Molenski has faith in Albie Wayne, then so do I.

I want to talk to him.

Captain, I can't bring him in here.

Look, the Y Bun gang fences assault weapons to the Latinos,

and they're feeding us bogus information through this Albie.

I want the snitch in my office, Molenski, today.

Joanne?

Albie's a snitch... he's as good

as dead if he's seen in here.

Look, considering what happened this morning,

he's as good as dead on the street anyway.

Sergeant?

Yeah, Joe?

Yeah, here's your messages.

Oh, great, thanks.

Oh, yeah, Karen Brandt called for you.

- Who's Karen Brandt? - I don't know.

She called 10 minutes ago.

She said she's going to stop by later.

OK, thanks, Joe.

So, look, what do you want to do about this?

OK, I'll bring him in.

Good.

Have been found guilty, the law

allows me to sentence you to five years

in the county youth facility.

However, it's my judgment that you

are of otherwise good character, and your record indicates

that you have no priors.

And certainly your family has suffered pain enough.

And I think in the light of this, son,

you deserve a second chance.

And therefore, I'm putting you on probation.

All right, I know what you want.

I know exactly what you want.

Huh?

Is that gorgeous?

Italian design.

Huh?

Look at the cuts on his dress.

Wait a minute, look at it in another light.

Look at this.

You would look good in this dress.

Look at that.

Dave, your wife will be nice to you for a week

if you bring this home.

Whoops, listen, one of my biggest buyers is here.

Take a walk, all right?

Ow!

I dream about you in this dress.

Albie, we got big problems.

What are you talking about?

You turned us on to enough of these for every dashboard

in town.

A lot of people are POed at you.

I'm not afraid of the Koreans.

They're the least of your problems.

My lieutenant wants to talk to you.

He thinks you double-dealed on us.

Oh, whoa, woah, wait a minute.

If I did that, I would be dead and out of business...

Not necessarily in that order.

Does your lieutenant know how snitches work?

Look, that's another story.

But I got to take you in to talk to him.

Oh, wait a minute, come on, Joanne.

I can't go in there.

Anybody sees me, I'm finished.

Look, throw me some bucks and I'll split town.

That's very funny, Albie...

You're asking me for money?

Oh, that's good.

How much do you drop a week playing cards?

That is a business expense.

I used to make money with what I overhear at those games.

All right, all right, look, I promise

you you'll get your money...

After you talk to the lieutenant.

Agh.

Woah, whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute.

I do business with Joanne, not you.

Officer Molenski takes orders from me.

I own you, Mr. Wayne.

You got a receipt?

Look, I know the card players you owe,

and I know where you live.

Now, let's go through it all again.

Look, I play cards with Sam Woo.

He told me about a shipment of guns coming through the Pacific

Star warehouse.

That's all I know.

Then you go back to Mr. Woo,

you find out what the hell is going on,

and you find out where those guns went.

Horton can't do this.

Come on, man, that's crazy.

They'll kill me!

Where does he get off pulling this stuff?

Now, how long you been using Albie as a snitch?

Four, five years.

I gave him my word everything was going to be OK.

That is all I know.

Wait a minute, look, Albie's been in tougher spots

than this, Joanne.

He knows what to do, believe me.

I should have known Horton was going to grandstand this case.

They'll kill me!

He's nothing but a brown-nose climber.

Yeah, well, he is the boss, isn't he?

Oh, man, that's crazy!

There's a Ms Brandt waiting for you, Sergeant.

Oh, yeah, I...

I'll be right there.

Thanks very much.

Now, look, relax.

Don't let this guy eat you up, OK?

Oh, and Joanne... if you're going to go out on a limb for Albie,

don't forget who has the saw.

Miss Brandt?

Yes.

I'm Sergeant Hunter.

- Karen Brandt. - Hi.

I'm glad you could see me.

Well, look, sit down.

What can I do for you?

I'd like you to look into the death of my son.

Your son's been killed?

Murdered, 17 years ago.

They said it was an accident, but he was murdered.

Well, I don't you understand.

Why come to me?

Because you were the officer who

took my son to the hospital.

I had a baby when I was 15.

I was pretty naive about sex and all that,

but I knew enough to know he didn't have

any kind of a future with me.

So I put him up for adoption.

I wanted him to have some kind of life, you know?

Then I moved to Chicago with my mother.

I've been a court reporter for 10 years.

Have a seat.

Anyway, last year, I had a dream about my son, Phillip.

He came to pick me up in his Porsche,

take me out for an ice cream, like a date.

He was 20, very handsome.

So I called the adoption agency.

I thought maybe I could arrange to see him.

But all they would tell me is that he died when he was three.

Now, how'd you come by these?

Friends of mine in the court system

got me the hospital records.

The father claimed that Phillip died in a fall

down some stairs.

Uh-huh... ruptured spleen.

He could've got that injury in a fall.

Were you able to contact the parents at all?

No, but I do know the adoptive father's name...

Judge Donald Graber.

You got to help me, here... my word alone

is not going to do anything.

Well, you're making some pretty serious

accusations here, Ms. Brandt.

Do you have the medical examiner's report?

There was no autopsy.

No autopsy?

There should've been an autopsy here.

My son was murdered, Sergeant.

Well, do you have any proof of that?

I took those hospital records to my doctor.

He said that Philip's injuries could have been caused

by him being brutally punched.

Well, that's an opinion, that's not proof.

Well, that's all the proof I need.

Look, Ms. Brandt, you're accusing a sitting judge

of murder based on the guess of a physician from illegally

obtained documents.

I'm just his mother.

There's nothing more I can do.

But you can... you're a police officer.

You can bring this man to justice.

Look, Ms. Brandt...

I mean, just because he is a judge,

doesn't mean he's so high and mighty.

If there has been a murder, believe me,

the police will take care of it.

Well, then, you'll look into it.

Well, look, I...

I didn't say that.

I don't have anybody else that can help me.

Please, you've got to try.

What right do you have to break our code of silence?

I did not!

I said nothing!

To whom did you say nothing?

Nobody.

Please, I can't breathe.

You were the only one I told about the shipment

at the Pacific Star warehouse.

It was a test, Sam.

Now, if you do not wish to die, tell me who you told.

A white boy I play cards with.

His name!

Albie Wayne!

He's an informer!

He's a nobody.

You're right, you're right.

So are you.

Put this garbage where it will be found, and find Albie Wayne

and see the same thing happens to him.

Boy, this place is crawling with great-looking babes today.

Peter, you've said that four times already.

What about Judge Graber?

Judge Graber's been on the bench a long time, Rick,

he's very well thought of.

I mean, he's one of the few people you can say your honor

to with a straight face.

Yeah, what else do you know about him?

Well, the DA's office, including yours truly,

think his manner is beyond reproach.

Meaning?

He's published the book on search and seizure.

Every attorney and every Superior Court judge

subscribes to it.

I see.

Rick, do you really believe Ms. Brandt's story?

I don't know, Peter.

It was 17 years ago.

Well, I know it was 17 years ago,

but I just can't forget about the case.

It's just, I don't know, I'm afraid I

might have missed something that day the boy died, you know?

Hi.

Well wasn't it...

Wasn't it ever investigated?

No, it went down as an accidental death.

What'd the autopsy say was the cause of death?

Well, there was no autopsy.

Really?

Yeah.

But Peter, what about the Graber family?

Oh, he's got a wife, now deceased.

He's got one daughter.

Oh yeah... he's thinking about running for political office.

OK, Hunter, who is she?

All right, her name is Sheila Weber,

she's in investment banking.

I met her a couple years ago up in Santa Barbara, OK?

Yeah.

OK, now she's gonna come over here

and say hello, I'll introduce you to her,

but just relax, all right?

Sheila, good to see you.

- Good to see you, Rick. - You look terrific.

Thanks.

Say hello to a very good friend of mine, Peter Danson.

Sheila Weber

I didn't know Sergeant Hunter had such attractive friends.

Well, it's always a pleasure to meet a friend of Rick's.

I was just telling Peter what a good time

I had at your wedding up in Santa Barbara a couple of years

ago.

Peter, good to see you. Really, take care.

Good to see you.

Take care, bye.

So, do you like to sail?

The hospital record shows the boy had a healed rib fracture.

That, combined with the blunt-force trauma death

should have triggered an autopsy.

But why didn't it?

Pediatric autopsies are automatic today.

It was a judgment call back then.

Think it would be worth doing one now?

You're never going to get a judge to order an exhumation

based on what you've got.

Even if you did, 17 years in the ground is a long time.

This is Sam Woo, Albie's source.

That burn on his cheek is a Y Bun dragon.

Albie's life is in danger.

All right, Molenski, take it easy.

That's OK, let her talk.

Go ahead, I'm all ears.

If the warehouse deal was a setup to throw us off track,

why kill Sam Woo?

His death proves Albie was straight with us.

They used Albie to smoke out their own leak.

That's pure speculation.

Albie's been a reliable source for too long.

We owe him a break.

We don't owe him anything.

Let me remind you, Officer Molenski, the snitch

made more than you did last year.

Just a second...

Now, that's not the point.

The point is, how far is this department going to go to back

up one of its police officers?

Now, Lieutenant, we owe her the benefit of the doubt.

I will not condone duplicity and deception.

Oh, right, hey, let's not get out

of control here, Lieutenant.

What do you need, Molenski?

We have to put Albie in a safe house now.

I don't want to set a new precedent every time

a snitch has a problem.

Policy is not your area, Lieutenant.

Molenski, I will look into the safe house angle.

Meeting adjourned.

So, what do you think?

I think it's time for lunch.

I hand-picked this place myself.

You'll like it... oh, this is it.

Very uptown.

Uptown, huh?

Yeah!

It's nicer than my apartment.

I know.

Tell Lieutenant Horton I said thanks, thanks a million.

I will.

Listen, you want to come in, watch

a little cable or something?

Do me a favor...

Stay out of sight.

Yeah.

See ya.

OK, thanks.

Tun Duk?

Tun Duk?

Who are you?

I'm Sergeant Hunter, LAPD.

I'm Tun Duk, what can I do for you?

Well, you seem to be a man who has his finger

on the pulse of this community.

Maybe you can help me out.

Always glad to help the police.

Good.

You know, there's a rumor that a gang of Koreans

is smuggling guns into Los Angeles,

and selling them to the gangs in East LA.

What a shame.

I hope the rumors are false.

Yeah, my theory is the Y Bun wants

the gangs to kill themselves off so they

can move into their territory.

What do you think about that?

You're way ahead of me, Sergeant.

I know nothing of gangs or guns.

Excuse me, well, I just thought

that maybe your friend Sam Woo might have told you about it.

Sam who?

No, no, not Sam who, Sam Woo.

He's dead, you know.

Oh, how awful.

Any idea who did it?

The people smuggling guns into Los Angeles.

That's all very disturbing.

I wish I could help.

Well, maybe if you think of something,

maybe you'd be kind enough to give me a call at that number

right there.

I certainly will, Sergeant.

Mr. Duk, it's a pleasure.

That's Tun Duk.

Tun Duk, sorry, thanks.

Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have a ring with a big dragon

on it, would you?

Certainly not.

Much too gaudy for me.

Yeah, right, thanks.

What I need is a 24-hour, three-car tag

on the lead players.

OK, OK, it's going to be a push.

I know it's a push, everything's a push in life.

OK, there's one...

I'll figure something out.

Y Bun, oh, here, Y bang, OK.

That's it, that's the one you need.

Thanks, Bruce.

Sergeant Hunter?

I know it's late, but I had to know if you've

come up with anything.

Well, yeah, Ms. Brandt, please, have a seat.

I've just been swamped.

I... I... please, sit down.

I'm, uh, up to my eyeballs in work here.

Let's see, now, where was your file?

Ah, yeah, here it is.

OK, look, it is conceivable that Phillip's injuries were

brought on bu a deliberate act.

But with the weight of the evidence,

and Judge Graber's record and all that...

Child abusers don't normally advertise themselves.

Listen, I do understand that, but what

I'm trying to tell you is that there's

nothing in the paperwork indicating

any suspicion at the time.

I know he was murdered.

I mean, I sent my son away to be murdered!

I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

What you're asking me to do takes manpower.

I mean, I'm only one guy, I can't do it@

I don't have anyone else to turn to.

You were the last person to hold my son alive.

If you won't help me, you can go to hell.

How come I don't see no merchandise?

Metro cops got everybody covered.

Duk sent us to get the cash, we'll tell

you where to find the guns.

I ain't buying no treasure map for $15,000.

Want to get busted?

Want to get dead?

I hear the Soto Veterano's got a new stash of Mac-10s.

You think you can take them with that pea shooter?

Go to Casa Vieja restaurant on Beverly.

Tell Mr. Juan you're there to pick up the tiles.

Cops, Galvez... stay here.

They'll follow us.

You want to pick up some heavy cash?

Find us a named Albie Wayne.

You're going to pay, through the..

I'm afraid I remember Philip Graber mostly because he died.

And, of course, because he was Judge Graber's son.

I see.

Now, you remember Philip being a happy kid?

Yes, as far as I remember.

But it was so long ago.

He had an older sister, didn't he?

Alisa. She was here for several years.

What can you tell me about her?

Alisa was a very bright child, one of those most

likely to succeed types.

But I lost track of her when she went off to prep school.

Was she a healthy kid?

Yes, as far as I remember.

You don't remember any signs of abuse at all?

Well, there were trips to the school

nurse for scrapes and bruises.

But that's not necessarily out of the ordinary.

So she could have acquired those scrapes and bruises

on the playground somewhere?

Yes, of course.

I see.

How about her attendance?

Sergeant, that was 17 years ago.

You wouldn't, by any chance, be

able to get those records for me, would you,

and send them over to my office so I might have a look at them?

Of course, I'll send you copies.

Thank you.

Sergeant, are you trying to say

that Alisa and Phillip were victims

of some kind of child abuse?

Well, that's what we're trying to find out Ms. Hanson.

Sergeant, you know, 20 years ago,

the system placed the accuser at much greater risk.

One couldn't afford to bring charges without evidence

for fear of being sued.

Ms. Hanson, if you were teaching school today

and a child, any child, showed signs of physical abuse,

you'd notify the authorities, wouldn't you?

Of course, I would.

Got a good one now, you've got one more to go.

See you later.

Judge Graber?

Yes.

I know what you did.

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

You killed him, didn't you?

Young lady, who are you?

Karen Brandt.

I'm Philip's real mother.

Well, I don't know who you are,

and I'm not going to tolerate accusations

like that from a stranger.

You're not going to get away with it.

I'm going to do everything I can to make

you pay for what you did!

Bailiff!

And I'm not going to stop until everyone

knows you murdered my son!

Are you threatening me?

If you call the truth a threat, yes, I am!

Bailiff, this is ridiculous.

Take this woman and place her in custody.

You can't shut me up like you did Philip!

Hunter!

Hold on a second.

Devane just told me they're not going

to put Albie in a safe house.

Well, you're going to have to hide him out yourself, then.

I put him in a hotel last night with my own money.

I can't exactly do that forever.

Well, maybe if they catch Tun Duk in time,

it will take the heat off of Albie.

Come on, if it wasn't for Horton,

Albie wouldn't even be in this jam.

Hey, wait a minute, forget about Horton.

You're a police officer.

You want to make this thing work with Albie,

you've got to take care of it yourself, you understand?

Now look, I got to get across town yet one more time today.

I'll see you later.

Good luck.

Alisa Graber?

That's me.

I'm Sergeant Hunter, Los Angeles Police Department.

I was wondering if I might have a word with you?

I... I'm on my way to work.

What's it about?

It won't take very long.

Can I come in?

Thank you.

I'd like to talk to you about your brother, Alisa.

I don't have a brother.

You didn't have a brother named Phillip?

He died when I was 12.

He fell down the stairs, right?

Yeah.

What's this about?

Did you see it happen?

No, I was at school the day Philip died.

Look, I'm going to be late for work.

I'm sorry, just a couple more questions.

I don't like these questions, Sergeant.

Alisa, it'll just take a moment.

Thank you.

Now, are you close with your father?

Sure, we see each other every so often.

He's pretty busy.

He's a judge, you know.

What's that got to do with anything?

Now, you sure you weren't in the house the day

your brother died?

I told you I was at school.

Look, Sergeant, he was my little brother.

It'd be pretty hard to forget how he died.

R20 Charles?

R20 Charles, go.

Sergeant, there's

a message for you from Judge Graber's

bailiff in Superior Court.

Karen Brandt's in lock-up for contempt,

you were her first phone call.

Tell her I got the message.

I'm on my way to the courthouse right now.

Sure thing, Sergeant.

That's the one you don't want to pay any attention to at all.

I had that in school.

But these pictures should be, ,

I used those in law school.

You want to use this one, OK?

Judge Graber?

Excuse me, I'm Sergeant Hunter, LAPD metro division.

Would it be OK to have a minute of your time?

One second, sir.

Are you all set, Tony?

OK.

All right, good luck.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm just trying to help

the boy with law school exams.

I understand.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'd like to talk about Karen Brandt.

I'd like to have her released.

That woman is a wacko.

Well, after all, she did come to me with certain allegations.

Karen Brandt, Sergeant, has brought me

a great deal of pain.

Phillip's death was a tremendous tragedy,

and I believe that it ultimately killed my wife.

There's no reason to reopen questions that should

remain buried with my son.

Well, with all due respect, your honor,

she is the boy's real mother.

Sergeant, I understand Karen Brandt's situation.

She's a very misguided and confused woman.

I talked to your daughter.

Why would you talk to her?

Look, your honor, excuse me for barging in.

If you'd just release Ms Brandt, I promise you'll never

see either one of us again.

All right.

Fine.

That's a promise I expect you to keep.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Well, now you know what it's like to upset a judge.

I guess that proves to you I'm just a crazy woman after all.

No, just shows me you're committed.

Come on.

What now?

Ms. Brandt, I've been thinking about this.

I think it's time to look into this case a little bit deeper.

Come on.

This is my investigation, Charlie.

I'm the one who should be questioning Galvez!

Look, Hunter, slow down!

Galvez was picked up on a metro sweep.

As a senior officer, Horton's got

every right to interrogate him.

Horton is a jerk.

Yeah, but he's our jerk, and until he steps out of a line

or violates some regulations, we're stuck with him.

He's stepping on my case.

No, and we may not even be able to hold Galvez...

He's not one of the shooters.

I know, but their homeboys are using Korean ammo.

I want to make you a deal, Galvez.

I don't make no deals with cops.

Well, you'll like this one.

I got a way to get you out of here.

Molenski, what are you doing out here?

Horton wants to interrogate Galvez alone.

He won't let me in.

I'll talk to him.

Lieutenant...

He's all yours, Sergeant Hunter.

Have Molenski take him back to lockup when you're finished.

Hey, Lieutenant, I want to talk to you a second.

Yes, sir.

You ever hear of Albie Wayne?

Yeah, I know Albie Wayne.

What do you know about him?

Some dudes are ready to pay a lot of money to find him.

Who? The Koreans?

Yeah, they want Albie real bad.

Same ones that took out Sam Woo?

How should I know?

But from what I hear, Albie's as good as dead.

That lieutenant's got no respect for women.

I want to know about the Korean gun runners.

Guns?

I don't know nothing about guns.

Look, stupid, you're sitting on murder one.

Start talking.

Hunter, the Vida Locos made us.

We still got zip to connect the Y Bun to the action.

Just when you think you know these guys

backwards and forwards, they move sideways.

Look, all you can do is keep the pressure

on them, Bruce, huh? - Sure thing, Sarge.

- Good work, thanks. - Sergeant Hunter?

Yes, sir?

From Inga, the retired school teacher.

Said you were expecting this.

Oh, yeah, thanks very much.

Karen?

Yeah, Sergeant Hunter.

Listen, I'm on my way over to your house now.

I want you to meet me outside, OK?

Yeah, I'll meet you out in about 15 minutes.

Thanks.

Galvez?

What do you want to talk to me about?

Hey, you're sitting on murder one, kid.

Now, like I told you before we were interrupted,

I can get you out of here.

Officer Molenski?

Lieutenant, I've been looking for you.

You know, I have been thinking about this Albie Wayne case.

Yeah, so have I.

Yeah, well, I read your case, and the evidence is there.

And I'd like to put him under 24-hour protection.

I know I was a little overzealous in this case,

and I apologize if I was disrespectful.

So, uh, do you know where Albie is right now.

Yeah, I've got him stashed in a hotel.

Well, come on, we'll...

We'll get some extra manpower on him,

and we'll watch him right there.

I already told you everything I know.

This will take just a second, honey.

What do you want to talk about?

You weren't at school the day Phillip died.

You were home, weren't you.

That's ridiculous.

You were, Alisa, I've got the school records to prove that.

Well, it must have been a different day.

You know, they made a lot of mistakes at that school.

Alisa, the fact is, you missed an awful lot of school

didn't you?

I don't remember.

Why are you staring at me?

Alisa, I need to know the truth about my son.

What really happened to Philip?

I told you, he fell.

No, your father pushed him, didn't he?

No.

And you saw what happened, didn't you.

Alisa...

Please, leave me alone.

This isn't just about Philip.

It's about you too, isn't it?

Alisa, you and I have both lived with something

bad for a long time.

I know this is hard, but we are so close to the truth now.

Please, you must know you'll feel better if you tell me.

I saw him at the bottom of the stairs.

He wouldn't stop crying.

Daddy ran down the stairs.

He was beating Philly with his fist.

He dropped him like a broken doll.

Them he said he'd kill me if I ever said anything.

I never told anybody.

Philly looked like you.

Who is it?

Molenski.

Molenski.

Well, fancy finding you here.

These are your guys.

Come on.

So I see

Hey, take good care of him, guys.

Hey, I owe you one.

And don't you forget it.

See you later.

Hunter!

Something's up.

The Koreans had a meet with Galvez.

We don't know what went down, but they're on the move.

What do you mean? Galvez is in lockup.

Not anymore.

He got kicked loose a couple hours ago.

Thanks, Bruce.

R21 Charles, this is R20 Charles.

R21 Charles, what's up, Hunter?

Molenski, where's Albie?

Horton put him under protection at his hotel.

I left him about half an hour ago.

I want you to get back over there.

It's a setup.

I'm on my way.

Roger!

All right, boys, we've got some action here.

Thanks, Lieutenant, ambush teams ready.

- That's. - What?

It's OK, pal, go hide out in the kitchen.

How'd they know I was here?

You guys set me up?

Albie!

Over here!

Albie, look out!

Albie!

Albie!

That son of a bitch.

It's cold one, advice, yeah?

Horton!

You lied to me.

You set him up.

You got him killed. You used him as bait.

You are way out of line, Molenski.

Shut her up, Hunter.

I'm not out of line, you're out of line!

Come on, come on.

Lieutenant, I have a problem with the way

you handled this case and my police officer.

You know something, Hunter, I don't

give a damn about your opinion.

And all of this goes in my report.

Now step aside.

Hey wait a minute...

Don't ever do that.

Lieutenant, you put a civilian's life in jeopardy.

I shouldn't have to remind you that police officers died

by the guns that I confiscated.

No, you needn't remind me, you pompous jackass.

And let me tell you something, cops

are paid to risk their lives.

Albie Wayne was not.

I stand by my report.

I read your report.

There'll be plenty reports on this case, Lieutenant.

We'll see which one flies.

Now get the hell out of here.

Way things work around here, he's probably

going to be chief someday.

Now, just calm down.

The system has a way of cleaning its own laundry.

It'll work with this guy.

Sergeant Hunter?

Your honor.

I thought we had a deal.

Judge Graber, I have a warrant for your arrest.

What's the charge?

The charge is murder.

Get the hell out of my court.

Alisa?