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-R10 Charles to r20 Charles.

Going 30, hunter.

-R20 Charles r2, 3, and 4 entry team.

Make it fast and clean.

Everybody get ready and be careful.

Here we go.

-Everyone on your knees!

Hands up!

Don't make a move!

Nobody moves!

Get on the ground!

You move!

-Hunter.

-Pop one!

-Let me see that.

-Molenski?

What the hell's 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 cachet, officer molenski.

Now, what's the snitch's ID?

-Albie Wayne.

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

-All we know is his information was bad.

He could have been set up.

-If molenski has faith in albie Wayne, then so do I.

-I want to talk to him.

-Caption, 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 the 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.

Hey, Joe.

- Yeah, here's your messages. - Oh great.

Thanks.

-Oh yeah, Karen Brandt called for ya.

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

She called 10 minutes ago.

She says, uh, she might stop by later.

-Oh, ok, thanks, Joe.

So look what do you want to do about this?

-Ok, I'll bring him in.

-Good.

Having been found guilty,

uh, 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.

Alright, I know what you want.

I know exactly what you want.

Huh?

Is that gorgeous?

Italian design.

Huh?

Look at the cuts on this 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, alright?

Wow!

I dream about you in this dress.

-Albie, we've 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.

-Whoa, whoa, 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

gotta 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.

-Alright, alright, look.

I promise you, you get your money,

after you talk to lieutenant.

-Whoa, 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 gotta 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.

Lt.

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 that's crazy!

They'll kill me!

Where does he get off pulling this stuff?

-How long you been using albie as a snitch?

-Four, five years.

Lt.

Now let's go through it all again.

-I gave him my word everything was going to be ok.

That's all I know.

-Hey, wait a minute, look.

Albie's been in tougher spots than this joanne.

He knows what to do, believe me.

-I should have know 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?

Lt.

Find out where those guns went.

Oh man, that's crazy!

Lt.

Alright, tell me what happened again.

-There's a miss Brandt waiting for you, sergent.

-Oh, yeah.

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.

Lt.

At a building where?

Come on, talk to me!

-Miss Brandt?

Yes.

-I'm sgt. 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.

-So your son's been killed?

-Murdered... 17 years ago.

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

-Well, I don't 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.

And 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

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

He was 20 and very handsome.

So I called the adoption agency.

I thought maybe I could arrange to see him.

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

-So how'd you come by these?

-Friends of mine in the court system

got into the hospital records.

The father claimed that Phillip died in a fall

down some stairs.

-Uh, huh.

Ruptured spleen.

He could have gotten that injury on 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 gotta help me here.

My word alone is not going to do anything.

-You're making some pretty serious

accusations. Here, miss Brandt.

Do you have the medical examiner's report?

-There was no autopsy.

-No autopsy?

There should have 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 Phillip'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.

-Miss Brandt, are you 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.

-Miss Brandt.

-I mean, just because he's 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.

-Then you'll look into it.

-Well, look, 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 are 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 played cards with him.

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 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.

And he's one of the few people you

can say your honor to with a straight face.

-Yeah, what else you know about him?

-Well, the da's office... Including yours truly...

Think his manner's beyond reproach.

-Meaning?

He's published the book on search and seizure.

Every attorney, every superior court judge subscribes to it.

-I see.

-Rick, do you really believe miss Brandt's story?

-I don't know, Peter.

-It was 17 years ago.

-I know it was 17 years ago, but I

just can't forget about the case.

It's just that, I don't know.

I'm afraid I might have missed something

that day the boy died, you know.

-Well, wasn't it, wasn't it ever investigated?

-No.

It went down as an accidental death.

-What did the autopsy say was the cause of death?

- Well, there was no autopsy. - Really?

-Yeah.

Peter, what about the graber family?

-Well, he's got a wife, now deceased.

He's got one daughter.

He's thinking about running for political office.

Ok hunter.

Who is she?

-Her name is Sheila Webber.

She's in investment banking.

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

-Yeah.

-Ok.

Now she's going to come over here and say hello.

I'll introduce you to her, but just relax, alright?

-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 Webber.

-Hard to 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 records show the boy had a healed rib fracture.

That combined with the blunt force trauma death

should have triggered an autopsy.

-Uh, huh.

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 same woo, albie's source.

That burn on his cheek is a y bun dragon.

-Albie's life is in danger.

-Alright molenski, take it easy.

Lt.

That's ok, let her talk.

Go ahead.

I'm all ears.

-If the warehouse deal was a set up, 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, leutenant, we owe her the benefit of the doubt.

-I will not condone duplicity and deception.

-Alright, hey, let's not get out of control here, lieutenant.

Now, what do you need molenski?

-We have to put albie in a safe house now.

-I don't want to set a new precedent

for every time a snitch has a problem.

Policy is not your area lieutenant.

Molenski, I will look into the safe house thing.

Meeting adjourned.

So what do you think?

-I think it's time for lunch.

- I - handpicked this place myself.

This is it.

Very uptown.

-Uptown, huh?

Yeah.

It's nicer than my apartment.

-I know.

-Yeah.

Tell lieutenant horton I said thanks.

Thanks a million.

-I will.

-Listen, you want to come in and 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 that 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, uh, a gang of Koreans

are smuggling guns into Los Angeles

and selling them to the gangs in east la.

-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 maybe your, uh, 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,

you might 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 have a ring with a big dragon

on it would ya?

-Certainly not, much too gaudy for me.

-Yeah, right thanks.

What I need is a 24-hour 3-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, 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, miss Brandt.

Please have a seat.

I've just been swamped.

Please, sit down.

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

Let's see now, where is your file?

Ah, here it is.

Ok, uh, look, uh, it is conceivable

that Phillip's injuries were brought on by a deliberate act,

but with the weight of the evidence

and judge graber's records and all...

-Child abusers don't normally advertise themselves.

-Now, listen.

I do understand that, but what i'm

trying to tell you is that there's nothing

in the paperwork that indicates any suspicion.

-I know he was murdered.

-Miss Brandt, look.

-I sent my son away to be murdered.

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

-But 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 $50,000.

-You want to get busted?

-You want to get bit?

-I hear that soto veterano has got a new stash of Mac-10s.

You think you can take them with that peashooter?

-Go to casa vieja restaurant on Beverly.

Tell Mr. Wan 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 rata named albie Wayne.

-You're going to pay through the narices.

I'm afraid I remember

Phillip graber mostly because he died.

And of course, because he was judge graber's son.

-I see.

Now, do you remember Phillip 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, but 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.

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 a playground somewhere?

-Yes, of course.

-I see.

Now, 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 ya, 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?

-That's what we're trying to find out miss 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.

-Miss 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.

-You've got a good one there, and 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 Phillip'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!

-Take you're hands off me!

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 set me up like you did Phillip!

Hunter!

Hold on a second.

Devane just told me they're not going

to put albie in a safe house.

-Why don't you guys 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,

then tun roh will take the heat off of albie.

-Come on, if it wasn't for horton,

albie wouldn't even be in this jam.

-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, understand?

Now, look, I gotta 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'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 Phillip 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.

Dispatcher: R20 Charles.

-R20 Charles go.

Sergeant, there's a message for you

from judge graber's bailiff in superior court.

Karen Brandt is 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.

But these pages should be yellow.

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?

-Uh, one second sir.

Are you all set Tony, ok?

Alright.

Good luck.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm just trying to help the boy with law school today.

-I understand.

-What can I do for ya?

-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 in 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 miss Brandt,

I promise you'll never see either one of us again.

-Alright.

Fine.

That's a promise I expect you to keep.

-Yes sir.

-Alright.

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

-I guess it proves to you i'm just a crazy woman after all.

-Nope, it just shows me you're committed.

Come on.

-What now?

-Miss 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 that 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's a jerk.

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

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

-He's stepping on my case.

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.

-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 lock up when you're finished.

-Hey, lieutenant, I want to talk to you a second.

Lt.

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.

-The 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 vito 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.

Sure thing sir.

-Good work, thanks.

Sergeant hunter?

-Yes sir.

-From inga, the retired schoolteacher.

Said you were expecting this.

-Oh yeah, thank you very much.

Karen?

Yeah.

This is sergeant hunter.

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

Why don't you meet me outside, ok?

Yeah, I'll meet you out there 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.

Lt.

You know, I have been thinking

about this albie Wayne case.

-Yes, 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 do you know where albie is right now?

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

-Well, come on.

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 home 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 ya?

-I don't remember.

Why are you staring at me?

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

What really happened to Phillip?

-I told you.

He fell.

-Your father pushed him, didn't he?

-No.

You saw what happened, didn't you?

Alisa!

-Please, leave me alone.

-This isn't just about Phillip.

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

-Alisa, you and I both have 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 fists.

He dropped him like a broken doll.

Then 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.

-Nice.

So I see.

-Hey take good care of him guys.

-Hey, I owe you one.

-And don't you forget it.

See ya later.

Hunter.

Something's up.

The Koreans had a meeting with galvez.

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

-What do you mean, galvez is in lock up.

-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 set up.

I'm on my way.

-Roger.

-Alright boys.

We've got some action here.

-Thanks lieutenant.

Ambush team's ready.

-Rats are coming for the cheese.

-What?

-It's okay 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.

Let's call 411 for advice.

-Horton!

You lied to me.

You set him up.

You got him killed.

You used him as bate!

-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've read your report.

They'll be plenty of reports on this case, lieutenant.

We'll see which one flies.

Now, get the hell out of here.

-The way things work around here,

he's probably going to be chief someday.

-Just calm down.

The system has a way of cleaning it's own laundry.

It will 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.