The Closer (2005–2012): Season 4, Episode 10 - Time Bomb - full transcript

Previously on The Closer.

Oscar! I need you to send units to
First and Indiana. My brother's been shot.

We will find who did this.

This is Ricardo
Ramos from the Times.

He's gonna be trailing Priority
Homicide's investigation.

Nice to meet you, Chief Johnson.

I take orders from
Assistant Chief Will Pope.

And nine times out of ten,
decisions he makes anticipate

what's going to be splashed
across the front page of your paper.

Have you read the Times
today? "90% of the time,

"Priority Homicide Division is
deployed to anticipate media coverage."



Did you actually say this?

PHD handles more white murder
victims than Robbery/Homicide,

and that has nothing to do with
me. That's how you assign cases.

Priority Homicide has run its
course. It's over. I'm shutting it down.

Deputy Chief Brenda
Leigh Johnson, Priority...

Um... Major Crimes Division.
Shoot. Can we start over?

I can't. I'm not allowed to edit
any of this, and once it's started...

Just cut it, then.
Just stop the tape.

I can't. Once I start
recording, I can't stop.

All right then. Just
get the body. Please?

No, no, no. Let's start
over here. Thank you.

Watch out for the glass.

- And stay there for a second.
- Okay.

Okay, Lieutenant Tao,
what happened here?



Well, I can't look
underneath him, but

judging from the damage to the
mirror and the size of the spatter

and the way the blood has
collected on the bed linen,

I'm thinking perhaps a
shotgun blast to the belly.

Must have been in a
lot of pain before he died.

Look at the way he was
grabbing at the sheets.

Hmm.

Why are we always waiting for the
coroner's investigator these days?

All right, since I
can't touch the body,

maybe someone could tell
me about this gentleman.

Like, his name, for example.

Yeah, the neighbor who called in
the shots fired knew him as Darren.

Last name on the
mailbox is Melman.

Well, my vast experience as a detective
tells me that his name is Darren Melman.

I found these unpaid bills
with Melman's name on them.

It doesn't mean he's our victim.

A neighbor said that Melman was
some kind of building contractor.

Isn't he a little young
to be a contractor?

Only have to be
18 in this state.

All right, Sergeant Gabriel,
I'd like a photograph.

Please run his name
through the DMV.

Also check through the state
contractor's licensing board.

And let's find out if he has a
police record of any kind. Also...

- Next of kin. I'm on it, Chief.
- Thank you.

Did Mr. Melman have a roommate?

- Not according to his landlord.
- And what about a girlfriend?

Well, would you go out with
anybody who kept a place like this?

I mean, I would
say it was a robbery,

but how would you
know what was missing?

Well, no one stole the computer.

We'll take that with us
and dump the phones.

I'm assuming that his cell phone's
still on his body, Lieutenant Tao?

Maybe. Chief, there's
Velcro on his sleeve. It's odd.

What is keeping that
slowpoke coroner's investigator?

My son's sick. Waiting
for my mom to sit with him.

- Hate to leave you hanging.
- I'm so sorry.

Poor thing.

Chief, this was
taped to the wall.

And the victim's got a whole
notebook with the same drawing.

Double E. Is that some
kind of gang symbol?

No.

Well, maybe it's
a business logo.

Or an old girlfriend's initials.

Chief?

- Chief?
- Hmm.

Not much in the way
of personal belongings,

but we do have some roofing
nails and some plumbing pipe.

That makes sense
if he's a contractor.

Also three kinds of
ammunition, including rifle bullets.

What would he be hunting
in the Hollywood Hills?

Not much without rifles, but
maybe someone stole his guns.

Sir,

I'm gonna need you to get the wallet
and the cell phone off the victim, please.

Chief, I think I see
his cell phone's...

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What?
- Okay.

The non-concentric abrasions
concern me. But look at this.

- What?
- This is not a bullet fragment.

See this oblong piece
here? This is shrapnel.

- That says bomb. Everybody out!
- No, no, no. Hang on.

Sergeant Gabriel,
call the bomb squad.

No, delay that order.

I want the computer, and I need
the cell phone and the wallet.

- Then we call the bomb squad.
- No way, Chief. Everybody out now.

- Gabriel, you get her out of here.
- No!

- Sorry, Chief!
- No!

Detective, I am
issuing a direct order!

Detective! Detective!
And my purse!

Put me down this instant! I mean
it. You had better put me down!

My purse! My purse!

This is ridiculous.

I'm conducting a
murder investigation.

Y'all had no right to haul
me off like a sack of potatoes!

Chief, you get upset with
us when we break the rules,

you get upset with us
when we follow the rules.

If you want to beef us for pulling
you out of a bomb scene, be my guest.

Commander, I want good news.

We've evacuated the building
and we're clearing the block

so the bomb squad can
set up their forward post.

Okay, how soon do I
get my crime scene back?

- Tao?
- Twelve hours, give or take.

- You're joking.
- That's standard protocol, Chief.

But the bomb already
went off. It killed our victim.

There may be more
bombs up in that building.

Anyway, it's not
really up to us,

so I recommend that we let them do their
jobs as safely as they can. All right?

Bomb squad already notified
FBI and Homeland Security.

This goes from bad to worse.

I need to see that body.
It is vitally important

that I get that computer and that
cell phone as soon as possible.

- Here she comes.
- Here who comes?

Babs! Saint Barbara.

Patron saint of all bomb
techs. She's named after her.

State-of-the-art in UGVs.

Unmanned ground vehicles.

Ain't she cool?

Does she have a second gear, or
is she the slowest robot on Earth?

When you're handling bombs,
it's not good to rush Babs.

Hey, Provenza. That
robot looks like you running.

You're so full of it, Flynn.
You know that I don't run.

Babs is almost
at the front door.

Oh. For heaven's sakes!

Hey, Chief, I have
the victim's rap sheet.

Darren Melman, age 19, one
juvenile arrest two years ago.

Great, great. Where
and when, please?

It doesn't say. I'll have to pull the
report when we get back to Parker Center.

Okay, people, Babs
has entered the building.

Ascending stairs.

Okay, Babs, watch those stairs.

I know how you are.

Okay, here we go.

You wanna move
left into the apartment.

Turning. Turning. Turning.

Right. Good. I mean, yeah, left.

Very good. Okay, now pan right.

Panning.

Yeah, there you go.

- Oh, no.
- Oh, my...

What the hell is
she doing in there?

Y'all can stop worrying now.

I have the wallet. Now I just
need to get the cell phone.

Don't hurry on my account, Babs.

Bomb.

Help me.

- Get her out of there, now. Now!
- Get her...

Get Chief Johnson
out of there now!

Remove the Chief now!

Go, go, go, go!

She could totally blow up.

I could walk with
this, you know.

You have any idea how
many rules you broke?

I had to get my purse.

And look, I got the wallet.
That'll give us something to do

while we wait for the
computer and cell phone.

You know, it's
just... It's just...

I would really hate to see you
get blown up by a pipe bomb

just as I've gotten used to you.

Well, I so appreciate the sentiment.
Good. Driver's license, Darren Melman.

That looks like our victim,
so we're on the right guy.

Detective Daniels, here is a receipt
from Home Supply Central for $358.

It's organized by UPC codes, so I
can find out exactly what he bought.

- Wonderful.
- What's that?

You're kidding me.

Fire in the hole! Fire in
the hole! Fire in the hole!

Lieutenant, what just happened?

The explosives on Melman were
unstable, so they had to be BIP'ed.

- What?
- BIP. Blown in place.

So, where's my victim?

My guess is he's
probably all over the ceiling.

You blew him up? What
about the computer?

What about the cell phone?

What about Babs?

Three boxes of 8-inch
galvanized metal pipe, 10 to a box.

Check.

One drill.

Five boxes of
light-anywhere matches.

Two 50-pound
boxes of roofing nails.

Check. Check.

Check.

Just the stuff you'd need if
you're a building contractor,

but add some gunpowder,
got yourself a bomb factory.

Wait. There's one more item from
the Home Supply Central receipt,

and here it comes.

Four propane tanks.

Detective, no guns?

This is everything you pulled
from the receipt from his wallet,

but it doesn't cover the
ammunition we found at his home.

And we still don't know if
he has guns to go with it.

I didn't see any propane tanks
in Darren Melman's apartment.

Maybe he has a storage unit.

Or he already placed them
somewhere and set them to go off.

So, did Melman blow himself
up or was he murdered?

I don't know. He could have
been killed by a co-conspirator,

which is why I wanted that
computer so badly and his cell phone.

Chief, Melman's contractor's
license was up-to-date,

no liens, no lawsuits,
no complaints.

But Sergeant Gabriel
pulled the juvie arrest record

for our human Roman candle.

Go ahead, Sergeant. Tell her.

I pulled the file on
the vandalism bust.

And apparently Mr. Melman broke
into his high school, where he...

Defecated on the
principal's desk.

Ew!

Which means he's been
dropping bombs his whole life.

I said, "Ew,"
Lieutenant. "Ew, ew."

Darren's parents are in the middle of a
three-week cruise on the Mediterranean.

- We're trying to contact them now.
- All right, well,

maybe they can tell us who his friends
are and explain what this symbol means.

About that double E,

I've literally checked every symbol
and alphabet database I know.

Satanic, Gothic,
pre-Colombian, Celtic, Aryan,

a list of initials related
to famous criminals,

Eastern European serial killers,

the LA graffiti index,
popular tattoos,

Asian calligraphy cults.
You name it, no matches.

I think it's probably
something personal.

Chief, a DVD of the
store's security cam.

Thank you.

You're not gonna believe
this. He left almost a pound.

For heaven's sake.

The time and date stamp on
the Home Supply Central receipt

shows Melman checked out
with all the stuff at 10:38 a.m.

We pulled the footage from
a half-hour before and after.

Here he is. There's Melman.

Buzz, can you read the
license plate on that truck?

I can blow it up for you.

And he brought a friend.

Well, congratulations,
everyone. We have a conspiracy.

The truck is
registered to Melman.

Yeah, but who's
the other little freak?

Hang on, hang on. What's this?

Maybe one of them can tell us.

Okay, Buzz, can
you freeze that and...

Make it larger?

- I sure can.
- Thank you.

That's Darren Melman. He comes
by Home Supply Central a lot.

I think he's a
roofer or something.

- Y'all are good friends?
- Not really.

- Well, how do you know him?
- We went to high school together.

Oak Valley West.

- Frank.
- What?

- What about you?
- He's Frank. I'm Keith.

I got out of Oak Valley
a year before Melman.

I knew him, but he
wasn't, like, in my fave five.

I don't think Melman
even graduated, did he?

We heard about what he
did in the principal's office.

Yeah?

I thought that was just a rumor.

Well, the principal
was kind of a turd.

Boys, Darren Melman
blew himself up this morning

with supplies he
bought at your store.

- Blew up?
- That's right.

You mean, like
"exploded" blew up?

His insides ripped apart
by a homemade pipe bomb

packed with gunpowder and nails.

About the other guy in the
video, helping put stuff in the truck,

you guys know his name?

Y'all seem pretty chummy
here in the security video.

- His name's Joe.
- No. John something.

John. Right. He was younger.

Probably a senior
at Oak Valley by now.

And this John and Darren
Melman, were they good friends?

We didn't really
know him that well.

Did John blow himself up, too?

Not if I can help it.

Two boys go out and buy
and build a small arsenal.

One of them blows himself up.

The other, John somebody
from the videotape,

is still very much at large
and might be about to use

all the weapons
we can't account for.

And, sir, both of these boys
went to the same high school.

Which we now have very good
reason to evacuate. Commander?

I'll alert LA Unified Police.

Call it an earthquake drill.

If the school is the target,

I don't want this kid to
know we're on to him.

Let's make sure LAFD has two
engine companies standing by,

and I want every officer with a
picture of this John what's-his-name.

Nobody gets off the grounds
until we check every face.

Go over every
inch of that school.

I've been principal here
for going on 20 years.

I always know the bad kids. And
Darren Melman was a troublemaker.

But John McFadden, the boy you're
after, he's never been a problem.

Turning.

Is that gonna blow something up?

Babs is a "she." And no, sir.

I think she'll use a water
cannon to open up that locker.

When you're dealing with homemade
pipe bombs, you can't be too cautious.

And Johnny's parents are
good people too. Very involved.

Prepare to fire.

Fire in the hole!
Fire in the hole!

Sir, let's go over here,
please, just to be safe.

Might want to cover your ears.

Fire.

Good job, Babs.

Sir, Darren Melman
had this drawn

all over his apartment
and tattooed on his body.

It must have meant something to him
and clearly to John McFadden, as well.

Do you have any idea
what it might mean?

No, I'm sorry. I
really wish I knew.

Excuse me. Chief,

John McFadden is nowhere on
campus, and according to his teacher,

he went home sick
after first period.

Thank you so much.

- Yeah, thank you.
- Thank you.

Okay.

We're gonna end up
evacuating this whole city.

So, all the neighbors are
being told there's a gas leak.

And so far, everyone's
going quietly.

No sirens, no broadcasting, no
commotion. Was that made clear?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.

Sergeant, take off your sunglasses.
Just try and look less like a cop.

- Mrs. McFadden?
- Yes.

I'm Miss Johnson from Oak Valley
West High School, and this is Mr. Gabriel.

You can call me David.

Or Mr. G., actually. That's
what the kids call me. It's hipper.

Oh. Johnny never mentioned
you. What class do you teach?

Chemistry.

And we know that Johnny's
got an awfully big test tomorrow,

and we just want to make
sure that he has all the material.

Oh. Wow, that is so nice
of you. Please come in.

- Thank you.
- I should have called the school.

Johnny came home early
with an upset stomach.

I'll just go check and
make sure he's up. Johnny?

- Lovely home you have, Mrs. McFadden.
- Well, thank you.

- Johnny?
- Yeah.

Got some people here to see you.

Johnny? Wait, what are you...

What are you people doing?

What? Johnny, are you okay?

- Please, stop it! Who are you?
- It's locked.

Johnny? Oh, my God!
Could you... What are you...

- Show me your hands!
- Yeah.

Show me your hands! Don't
move! Hands behind your back!

- Yeah, you got me.
- What's happening? Honey?

Please, who are you
people? What is going on?

Ma'am, calm down.
We're the LAPD.

- Please...
- Calm down.

- Chief. Chief.
- Oh, my God.

Johnny, are you okay? Tell
me what is going on here.

Ma'am, we're bringing
your son downtown.

You can come with us if
you like. This way, please.

Let's go.

- Is the neighborhood totally evacuated?
- Everyone within a 10-block radius.

Do you want to call
in the bomb squad?

Have you found any bombs yet?

- No.
- All right, then.

Hey, Chief, looks like Melman and
Johnny boy were planning Armageddon.

- Got bulletproof vests.
- We got guns.

- Got big guns.
- Ammo.

And propane tanks.

So much for involved parents.

Chief, there must be over
a dozen pipe bombs in here.

Okay, now these are bombs!
Everybody out! Everybody out!

Everybody out! Quickly! Come on!

And somebody call Babs!

Okay. Still haven't found
anything at the school.

And John McFadden's old man
is on his way over here from work

demanding an
attorney for his boy.

His boy is 18 years old and can
ask for an attorney for himself.

And if dad gives you any
trouble, you can arrest him

for storing bombs and
illegal weapons in his garage.

Yeah, well, Mrs. McFadden
said they had "no idea"

little Johnny was
doing that back there.

Yeah, I'll tack on a
charge of felony stupidity.

Lieutenant, have you reminded
Mr. McFadden of his rights?

Sure have.

Mr. McFadden...

You mind if I call you John?

I've been called worse.

Oh, yeah? What have
people been calling you?

You went home sick
from school today.

Glad to see you got
your appetite back.

This kid is blissed out. Did
anybody check him for drugs?

Well, you know how
it goes in booking.

Every suspect we bring in,
we say, "Are you on anything?"

Every suspect says, "No."

Sure we can't get you
anything else to eat?

You're a chocolate
person. So am I.

Mmm. Wow.

We should, like, get
married or something.

Mmm.

Well, we have to get to
know each other a little bit first.

For example, you had a pretty
serious arsenal at your house.

Pipe bombs, propane tanks, bullets,
fuses, nails, automatic weapons.

Where'd you
learn about all this?

Not in school.

I take it you don't like school?

No, I love it. My favorite.

If you don't want to tell me what you
were up to, maybe your parents will,

when we arrest them.

I mean, it was their
garage, after all.

My parents aren't smart enough
to understand what I'm doing.

What about your
friend Darren Melman?

I don't know who that is.

We have video of both of you

buying your bomb-making
materials at Home Supply Central.

Like you, he had this
tattooed on his arm.

Or at least he did until this morning
when he exploded all over his apartment.

- Melman was supposed to die anyway.
- Why's that?

We could wait here all day.

No, we can't.

You're running out of time.

I don't think I understand.
Who's running out of time?

It's natural selection.
Read your Darwin.

Educate me. What does it say?

- Are you guys recording this?
- Yes, we are.

Okay, check it out.

The human race is an
infestation on this planet.

6.68 billion termites

chewing up and spitting out
resources, choking on their own vomit.

You know what the logical
end of this behavior is?

Extinction.

- And what's your role in all this?
- Mine?

I am an agent of extinction.

I am evolution's end.

The double E.

Is that what this symbol
means? Evolution's end?

You will learn about evolution's
end as you line up to die.

I'm not afraid of death.

I used to be, but not anymore.

See, I didn't create... I didn't
create this bullshit world.

I just want to do as much
damage as I can before I go.

These are pretty big
evolutionary ideas, John.

Radical. But not without merit.

And people need
to hear about them.

But I don't think most everyone
will understand what all this means

unless you explain it to them.

What don't you understand?

Well, for example,
how you're planning on

setting off the propane tanks.

It's easy, you just
aim them and shoot.

Boom!

So that's evolution's end?
You and Darren Melman

- killing some kids at school?
- No, no, no, no.

You keep on reducing this to some
minuscule high-school shooting,

but it's so much more than that.

I'm talking about setting the
record. Killing the most people ever.

It's about inspiring others.

Columbine was a great idea.
But they just didn't execute it right.

We will.

And people will remember
us as they line up to die.

No one is going to die, John.

Darren Melman is dead,
and you're in custody.

Your plan is over. Extinct!

Now, the bad news is

that you were caught with
a lot of bombs and guns,

but the good news is that
you haven't killed anyone yet.

So all you have to do is tell us

what you and Darren
Melman were planning,

and I'll get you some help.

I already told you.

And now you're
running out of time.

Time to do what?

Have you planted a bomb?

- What were we talking about?
- Is there a bomb somewhere? On a timer?

No, it's natural selection.
Read your Darwin.

Okay, John, you already said
that. I want you to listen to me.

I want you to focus!
Where are the bombs?

You're running out of time.

Are you on drugs?

Look at me!

John? Don't go anywhere, John!

Stay with me, John! John! John!

Mrs. McFadden, is your son
taking any prescription drugs?

Yes. He's clinically
depressed. Why?

Okay, what drugs is he on?

- Is he okay?
- What is he taking?

Some sort of MAO inhibitor.
I can't remember the name.

- Is Johnny all right?
- Chief, something's happening here.

What's going on? Where is he?

John! Come on,
John! Come on, John!

He had a seizure
and just dropped.

Come on, stay with us, John!

- Stay with me!
- Oh, God.

- Wake up! Come on, John!
- John?

I have the defibrillator.
Here we go.

Come on, buddy, stay with us.

Stay with us, Johnny.
Come on, buddy.

Okay. GABRIEL: Clear.

Check his pulse,
check his pulse.

- Nothing.
- Nothing.

Clear.

Come on, Johnny. Stay with
us, Johnny. Come on. Clear.

Well, it didn't take long.

The McFaddens' attorney is accusing
us of killing their son while in custody.

I'm moving the autopsy
to the top of the line.

And the coroner will only tell
them what we already know,

that their son overdosed
on an MAO inhibitor

that turns lethal when
mixed with chocolate.

He blew himself up,
just like his friend.

The drug was the explosive.
The chocolate was the detonator.

But did he leave another bomb
somewhere with another detonator?

Do we have all the guns?
Where did they come from?

Okay, it's a total... A total long shot,
but there is a sporting goods store

at the shopping mall where the kids
bought the bomb-making materials.

We could check their
receipts, I don't know.

See if the kids have a record
of purchasing weapons there.

Haven't found a thing at the
school, and we've torn that apart.

Fritz. Thank you so
much. My clothes.

Okay, but John mentioned
Columbine for a reason.

It must have been
part of their plan.

The Columbine plan didn't work.

Really? How so?

The shooters planted
propane tanks inside the school.

The plan was to blow up the
tanks and force the survivors outside

where they could be
picked off by rifle fire.

When the tanks didn't explode,
the shooters went inside the school.

All I'm saying is, as horrible as it
was, the original plan didn't work.

If it had, it could have
been even worse.

Morning, everyone.
Congratulations.

What for?

For preventing what
could have been

a horrible massacre
at a public high school.

I'm headed there now
for a press conference.

Wait, wait, wait. I
think it's much too early

to say for certain
that the threat is over.

- Why?
- Because we

found more propane tanks
than we have receipts for,

and we don't know how many
guns these boys had to begin with.

And, "You're
running out of time."

That's what John McFadden
kept saying before he died.

"You're running out of time." And
I never found out what he meant.

Well, sure you did.

He'd taken a lethal
dose of his medication.

He was minutes from lapsing
into cardiac arrest and he knew it.

- But what if that's not what he meant?
- Okay, so to be clear,

you're basing your misgivings
about the success of this investigation

on the fact that you
have too much evidence

and on the testimony of a clinically
depressed kid in a drug-induced delirium.

Sir, I think what Chief
Johnson is saying is that

she'd like more time to tie up some
loose ends before we go to press.

And all I'm asking
is, what loose ends?

Like how and where they
purchased their guns, and

where they got
their ammunition...

Okay, I'm not saying
stop investigating.

Start your after-action
report right now.

And listen.

I know. It's been a rough couple
of days. Two young men died.

One of them died right
here in this building.

But whatever these boys were
planning, you stopped them.

Which is why I need to
do this press conference.

We've all taken a few on the chin
from the media around here recently.

And for once, I get to talk
about something we did right.

Our new Major Crimes
Division is working! Thank God.

At the end of the day,
this is a big win for us.

So, congratulations.

Flynn, check this out. You could
fit a whole person in this thing.

Yeah, remind me not to come
to your house for a barbecue.

- Yeah, like I'd invite you.
- Like you could cook.

Oh, yeah.

So could you use the computer to
pull up any receipts from Darren Melman,

going back about three months?

Yeah. I could do that.

You could? That's
great. Thanks, Keith.

And if I gave you credit card numbers
for John McFadden and his parents,

could you pull up receipts for
them during the same time period?

Uh-huh. Just let me get
the key from my manager.

That's great.

Just got to get the key.

- Are you bored?
- Actually, I'm thinking about wallpaper.

Things are bad enough
without shopping.

You guys sure the propane tanks
you found were from our store?

You know, we're not. Actually, we're
just trying to account for everything.

Would you know if any
tanks were stolen from here?

I could tell you pretty
fast if they were.

Our system keeps track
of every item in stock.

- Do you want me to go check?
- Could you?

- I'd really appreciate that.
- No prob.

And, Frank, I believe that
there's a sporting goods store

in the mall that sells guns. Can
you tell me where that might be?

Yeah. Go into the mall,
then up the broken escalator.

Stay right. You can't miss it.

Thank you. Stay
right, stay right.

So stay to the right.

- This is why I hate shopping malls.
- Look, here's the directory.

Okay.

"You are here."
That much we know.

And the sporting goods
store is over there.

- Okay.
- I also think

there's a place here to get wallpaper.
So if you don't mind, I'm gonna...

Oh, my...

What?

The school's not the target.

We're in the target.

Chief, the SWAT team is
setting up fast as they can.

We should hear helicopters
in less than ten minutes.

We may not have ten minutes,
Lieutenant. Move the rollout along, please.

Chief, Keith says that the propane tanks
are kept in a locked cage behind the store,

and that Frank's the
only one with the key.

He didn't tell me that.

Let me see your arms now!

Have you ever seen this?

Yeah, man. Frank's got
that tattooed on his arm.

Wait a minute, wait
a minute. Look at this.

Melman, McFadden, and
this other kid, Frank, right?

Three kids, three stars.

Maybe these points show us where
each kid was gonna position himself.

And the propane tanks were arranged
so that when they were shot and exploded,

it would push the
people out the exits.

All right, and if Frank is still
here and sticking to the plan at all,

maybe we find him at one
of these three points, no?

High ground. Or the roof.

But if the propane
tanks aren't exploding,

how is he gonna get
people to run out of here?

- Do we evacuate?
- No, no, no, no.

Let's all spread out and
start looking for Frank.

Yes, hello?

Why did you pull the bomb
squad from the school?

And then you've asked for all
available units and air support?

The school is not
the target. It's the mall.

And there's a
third boy involved.

- Are you sure?
- He could start shooting at any time

and I don't know where he
is or if we found everything

- they were planning to detonate.
- Chief? Chief.

What's happening? Brenda?

I can't talk now.
Just send help.

- How do you get to the roof?
- There and there.

Okay, Lieutenant Provenza and
Detective Sanchez, you go that way.

- I'm coming with you.
- Fine.

Lieutenant Flynn and Sergeant
Gabriel, you come with us.

We'll split up on the
roof and surround him.

He's starting. Lieutenant Tao,
Detective Daniels, keep people inside.

Everyone, stay away
from the door. Sir, step in.

This is only a drill!

I'm gonna ask you to stay
back 'cause this is just a drill.

- I need you to go back in the mall, please.
- Sir, get back here.

Now!

Get her out of here!

Son of a bitch!

- Are you okay, sir?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

Check your guns.
Check your extra mags.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- Good luck.
- Good luck.

- Good luck.
- Good luck.

- Good luck.
- Good luck.

Bastard!

- Okay.
- Right here.

Okay.

Be careful.

Julio!

My back!

My back.

He's got body armor!
He's not going down!

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

- I'm okay.
- I'm okay. You okay?

Okay, good.

Head shots! Head shots!

- I only got one mag.
- Shoot slow.

Shoot the bag! Shoot the bag!

He took three hits.
Probably a collapsed lung.

Now, you get him to the nearest
trauma center. Losing blood fast!

Get him in! Get him
in now, get him in.

Get him in.

- You'll be okay, kid.
- Okay, let's go!

I'm going with him.

- Sir. Sir...
- Take it easy, Julio. Take it easy.

- Sir.
- What is it, son?

- You ran.
- What?

- You ran!
- Okay.

You never run!

Go. Go, go.

Let's go.

Detective Sanchez, listen to me.

I'm issuing you a direct order.

Keep breathing! Do you hear me?

Keep breathing!

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