The Closer (2005–2012): Season 4, Episode 7 - Sudden Death - full transcript

- Help me! Somebody help!
- LAPD! Are you hit?

- No, no, no. It's my friend. He's over there.
- Come with me. Come with me.

Oscar.

Oscar, do not move. Oscar, you
stupid son of a bitch. What did you do?

Can't get up,
Julio. Can't get up.

- Julio, am I dying?
- No!

It's okay, right?

It's gonna be okay, Oscar.
Tao, Tao. Tao, this is Sanchez.

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

It's gonna be okay, Oscar.

Julio, it hurts.



Over here! Come here! Hey, come
here. What the hell? Come here.

You gotta put pressure here and here.
You're gonna stop the bleeding, okay?

Julio. Don't leave
me. Don't leave me.

I'll be right back,
Oscar. I'll be right back.

- Oscar. Is he gonna be okay? I got you.
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

What the hell's the matter with you?
My brother's bleeding to death over here!

Hey, I'm a cop! I'm a cop!

Sorry. We gotta be
careful in this neighborhood.

Can't help anybody
if we get shot at too.

One, two, three.

- What's your name?
- Elena. Elena Contreras.

- Okay, Elena. Did you see what happened?
- No. We were just walking along,

- and I saw a car drive away.
- Okay. What color? What kind?

- What? Blue, I think.
- Elena, look at me. Look at me.



Come here. We have casings
on the curb and on the grass.

They look like a .40 caliber.

I want field interviews. You hit
every door. Every single one, okay?

You see that girl right
there? She's a witness.

You make sure that she makes it
down to Parker Center. You got it?

She makes it down there, or
I'm gonna come find you, Nelson.

David. David. Any news?

Um...

Oscar didn't make it.

How's Detective Sanchez?
Julio. I mean, Julio.

I don't know. He's still
in the ER with the body.

There's no budget restriction on
this. No limit on manpower, okay?

If this is an attack on an LAPD officer's
family, we have no greater priority.

- Okay. I understand.
- Will, I can check in

with our FBI task forces,
guns, gangs, drugs.

- You know, see if they hear anything.
- That's great. Good idea. Thank you.

Coordinate with Commander Taylor.
He's ready to go. Let's get this done.

- Okay.
- Chief?

- Yes?
- We're gonna hunt down whoever did this.

Hunt them down.

Wow, a lot of people.
Hey, everybody.

Lieutenant Provenza,
even you're here.

Thank you for coming down.

Anything you need, you
know, just let us know.

Are you hungry, sir? Did
everybody get some pizza?

Did you guys get some pizza?
Because I ordered plenty of pizza.

So please, make sure
that you get some, sir.

I will.

Tao, hey, I'm really sorry
about screwing up your day off.

- It's okay.
- We want to be here for you, Julio.

Thank you, Kathy. Chief,
I'm really glad that you're here.

- I'm so sorry about this, Julio.
- Yeah, well, we were kind of expecting it.

You know, warned him a
million times to be careful.

He probably looked at the
wrong person in the wrong place.

Um...

Is there anyone that you'd like us
to call? Anyone from your family, or...

No. Everybody's at work,

and there's nothing they
can do now. I'll call them later.

Okay, so are you ready
to take my statement?

I mean, I am a witness, Chief.

I mean, I finally get to be the
witness who didn't see anything.

We can do this later, Detective.

No, no. Every hour that passes,

our chances of catching
the shooter go down.

So I... Can we do
this now? Okay.

The victim's name, Oscar
Sanchez, 19. Born, 7-21-89.

Lived at 345 Denton. He was
the youngest of seven siblings.

Sergeant, do you want to write
this down, or do you want me to?

Okay, Oscar was not in a gang.

But in our neighborhood, if you hang
out on the street for even two minutes,

people think that you are.
And I told him, "Watch out."

He was going to college in the
fall. He was a smart kid. Book smart.

Are you sure there's
nobody we can call for you?

- Your father, your mother...
- No, no, no, I'll do it later.

- Detective...
- Thank you.

Listen, there wasn't
much of a crime scene.

I heard shots, I
took off running.

I found Oscar, he was shot
four times. I counted six casings.

And there was a name. Elena
Contreras. She was a witness.

She had my brother's hat. I
tried to use it to stop the bleeding,

but I guess I didn't do a
very good job, huh, Chief?

Would you like to
book this into evidence?

All right. All right.

- Okay. You got that?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Now, Julio, you have shown incredible
presence of mind through all this...

- Chief, I started calling my gang contacts...
- Okay, hold on just one second.

Now, I want you
to do me a favor,

and let us concentrate on the
investigation while you take...

- Chief, but you could use my help.
- Right now, though,

- your family needs you more than I do.
- But I gotta get back to Parker Center.

I gotta interview the witness.

Okay, I will handle that
personally I promise.

I want you to take some
time off now. All you need.

And an LAPD counselor
should give you a hand.

Now, if you need us for anything,
anything at all, you give us a call, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Kathy and me were just wondering
if you wanted to come over for dinner.

I'll call you.

- Yeah. We're open.
- I'm so sorry.

- I'm sorry, Detective.
- Thank you, sir.

We'll get him.

Elena, there must be something
that you remember about the shooting.

No.

We were walking to
his brother's house.

Oscar was saying something about how
he wanted me to meet his older brother,

and then I don't know.

- So you and Oscar were friends?
- Oscar was my boyfriend.

- How long had you been dating?
- Three weeks. Almost a month.

- So you weren't that close.
- We were.

- He was good to me.
- Elena. If you were really close to Oscar,

if you really cared about
him, you'd stop holding back.

Look, I need your help.
Oscar's family needs your help.

I know that you're
afraid but please help me.

Please, just tell me
what happened. Please.

We were walking,

and all of a sudden,
Oscar pushed me down.

When I looked up, I saw this black
guy lean out of the car and start shooting.

- The shooter was black?
- Yes.

I saw the side of
his face and his arm.

Can you remember what car
he was driving, or what color?

I don't know. I was scared. I
heard the shots. Saw Oscar fall.

I don't know. I just remember
his arm and the gun.

Did Oscar ever mention that
anyone was angry with him?

- Or had anyone ever tried to hurt him?
- I don't know why they shot him.

I tried to help him. I really did
try. I just didn't know what to do.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

- That's enough for today.
- I'm sorry.

Okay, thank you, Elena.

Chief, what are you doing?
Why are you letting her go?

I was gonna tell you,
but he wouldn't let me.

He pulled the wire
out of the microphone.

You let him watch the interview?

Now, Buzz did not
let me. I made him.

I told you to take some
time off, Detective.

- I did.
- I meant days. Not hours.

Did you know he was here?

- I don't think so.
- Chief, why did you let Elena go?

She knows more
than she's told you.

She knows more than she's
ready to tell me right now.

I will talk to her again when
I have a strategy in place.

Well, then you need to let me go out and
canvass the neighborhood, or something.

Detective Sanchez, you are
the victim's brother and a witness.

Oscar's murder might've been an
act of intimidation by one of the gangs

that you've investigated.

This action could've been
targeted specifically at you.

Well, then they missed, and I
should be the one to find them.

We know how difficult this is for you,
but you need to stay away from this case.

Until I say otherwise.

You think you know
how to find this guy?

I know how these gangs
operate. I grew up there.

I know everything
about the neighborhood.

Everything? Well, then why didn't you
tell me that Oscar and Elena were dating?

Did you know that?

If you know who shot Oscar,
tell me. If you don't, you must,

must, leave this investigation to those
who can pursue it with more objectivity.

Julio, we will
find who did this.

Go home.

- That's a direct order, Detective.
- Fine.

- You know that Elena lied to you, right?
- Yes, I do.

Okay. Good luck, everyone.

So, Elena lied to us about what?

I have no idea.

Chief, maybe we can open up
an account at the credit union.

You know, some way for people to
donate money to Sanchez's family.

Maybe even a scholarship
in Oscar's name, something.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
That's very thoughtful.

There's nothing more uplifting
after a funeral than rounding up

even more gang members
who will tell us nothing.

- How many have we talked to?
- 117 in three days.

- Detective Ross, anybody come forward?
- Come forward?

People in that neighborhood
don't ever come forward, ma'am.

Well, you can't blame them. Those
gangs, if they think you talk to the cops,

they'll kill your dog. If they know
you talked to the cops, they'll kill you.

Intimidating locals is one thing, but
going after a police officer's family,

- that takes balls.
- If that's what happened.

Anyone or anything interesting
from Detective Sanchez's old cases?

Well, fortunately most
of them are dead or in jail.

Now, we have been looking at
these six black gang members

- who just got out of prison.
- Don't even ask about the casings.

Thousands of .40-caliber guns
in our system, but not one hit.

Not even close!

For a murder that happened in
broad daylight in front of a witness,

there sure are a
lot of dead ends.

Yeah, well, Sanchez did
say Elena was lying to us.

They all lie. Self-preservation.
They don't want to be a snitch.

Or maybe she knew the shooter.

Or maybe the guy Elena
told us about isn't black.

I don't know, maybe
he's not even in a gang.

Maybe. But she said what she
said, on tape, in our interview room.

So unless we follow up thoroughly,
it's gonna come back and bite us

when we go to court.

Detective Ross, when you're done with
your coffee, Robbery/Homicide can help us

by turning over every stone, Crip
and Blood, until the gangs in this city

know how serious we are.

- Even though it's not getting us anywhere.
- We're already nowhere, Sergeant.

It's hard to imagine how
things could get much worse.

I don't think you should've
said that out loud, Chief.

Could someone please
call Commander Taylor

and have him come down
here right away. Ricardo.

Juan Hernandez. Pedro
Garza. David Olivera.

These young men were murdered
within 20 blocks of Oscar Sanchez,

and yet none of them being
handled by Priority Homicide Division.

I'm certain that Robbery/Homicide
is doing everything we would.

Yes, but you have five or
six detectives on every case,

and Robbery/Homicide averages,
what, maybe one and a half?

So to me it seems like the only way a
murder case gets treated as a priority

by the LAPD is if you're
rich, white or related to a cop.

Can I read the articles
about these murders?

- Excuse me?
- Front page articles that your paper

- wrote about these boys?
- That's still a work in progress.

So the only way that a murder gets
treated like a priority at your paper

is if it happens to someone
rich or white or related to a cop.

- That's your response?
- No, it's a question.

You can dodge it if you like. You
certainly have the right to remain silent.

Okay. Here goes. Why
is it, in a democracy,

where all people
are created equal,

some murders are treated
like a priority and others are not?

People may be created equal,
but they don't die that way.

Murder isn't fair.

Then how do you determine
which killer is going to...

I don't assign myself cases. 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.

But,

let's just set that aside for a moment
and talk about this more personally,

- shall we?
- Yes, please. Absolutely.

My co-worker, my...

My friend's brother
was brutally murdered.

That murder could be connected to
the work that Detective Sanchez does

fighting gangs.

Julio Sanchez's life
might be in danger.

That makes this
case a huge priority,

not only for me, but for
the entire department.

Do you think that's
wrong, Ricardo?

So four days in, Chief, where are you in
this investigation, if it's such a priority?

Chief Johnson, you
wanted to see me?

Commander, you are still our
liaison to the press, are you not?

- Right.
- Well, then, could you please liaise?

May I help you?

- I want to talk to Chief Johnson.
- I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.

I have some information on
the murder of Oscar Sanchez.

Miguel, who did this to
you? Your face. The bruising.

I slipped and fell. I'm
a very clumsy person.

Look, Miguel, if you
don't mind my asking,

why did it take you this
long to come forward?

I don't know. Oh, I was
too scared to say anything.

Nobody encouraged
you to come talk to me?

Absolutely not. I am
here on my own violation.

That means it was my
own idea to come here.

Okay. So, what do
you want to tell me?

Elena, the girl Oscar
was with, she's my cousin.

- And everything she said to you is a lie.
- How do you know what Elena said to me?

She told me.

What exactly did
Elena lie about?

First of all, she told you
that she didn't see the car.

But she told me she
did, and that it was blue.

She also didn't tell you that she just
broke up with a guy. A really bad guy.

- What's his name?
- Everybody calls him Puppet.

- Puppet?
- He's in a gang.

- Do you know if he's a Blood or a Crip?
- What? No. No.

Those are black
gangs. Puppet, not black.

He's an ese, man. Come on.

I'll do a moniker check on Puppet. See if
he turns up in our gang tracking system.

Where would I find Puppet?

I don't know. I can't... All I
know is his nickname, Puppet.

- So now you'll protect me, right?
- Protect you?

- Okay. From who?
- Well, everyone.

- I love LA.
- Why am I here, Sergeant?

Well, believe it or not, Tao found
17 Puppets in our tracking system.

But the one our witness identified
is in a gang called the Eastside 13.

He was pulled over at a
traffic stop six weeks ago,

- and guess who was in the car with him?
- Elena?

Yup. And this is the last known
address for that particular Puppet.

Thank you.

Good afternoon. I'm
looking for a young man.

I believe he's a friend of
y'alls. His name is Puppet.

Oh! Yeah. This is nice.

Hey, old man, get
the hell out of our pool.

You know, this old man
happens to carry a big old gun,

and when I get mad my
hand shakes something awful,

and I don't know what
the hell might happen.

- How long you had this little 12-footer?
- This ain't no 12-footer!

- This here's a 16-foot Princecraft.
- Uh-oh.

- What?
- Well, there's a law in LA County

against having a boat longer
than 12 feet in your front yard.

Yeah, especially when the boat
is filled with water and morons.

- Come on, man. That ain't no law.
- Oh, yeah, it is.

And the fines are double
when the morons are on parole.

So unless you answer the
questions, we're gonna tow this boat

and everybody in it away.

Uh-oh.

Puppet moved. He's
not gonna talk to you.

- How about an address?
- How about 217 North Alva Street?

Write it down this time, man.
I already told that other cop.

- What other cop?
- I don't remember names.

Chief, Sanchez's bike.

Detective Sanchez,
put that lamp down!

Don't worry, Chief. Puppet and I
were just talking. Right, Puppet?

Talking? Where is he?

Down here.

- We'll take care of Mr. Puppet from here.
- Keep him away from me.

Put your hands up! Hands up!

Hear that, Puppet?
You're going down.

And you're going downtown.
My office, one hour.

"You will head up a new division of elite
detectives who will be responsible for

"the highest-profile cases in Los Angeles.
It is my expectation that such a squad,

"under the right leadership, will be able
to eliminate the recent string of scandals

"resulting from
LAPD misconduct."

That's the letter Chief Pope sent
to me when he offered me the job.

So I am here to ensure

that important cases are not
undermined by police misconduct.

Do you have any idea what would
happen if Chief Pope found out about this?

Don't tell him.

Did you threaten and coerce
Elena's cousin, Miguel Garza?

Who?

What about Puppet? Did you
use excessive force on him?

Did he say I used
excessive force on him?

Detective Sanchez, just because
your methods of intimidation

are effective, that does
not make them legal.

You never complained
about it before.

If I find that you violated
Puppet's civil rights...

- He killed my little brother.
- Can you prove that?

- Did he confess to you?
- Puppet is a gangster.

- Did he confess to you?
- He's got a record.

He's Elena's ex,
so he's got a motive.

His car matches the description of
the one the witness identified to me,

but which Elena lied to you about.
She told me that the car was blue.

But you never knew that because
you kicked me out of the building.

I asked you to leave the building
because your presence could give

a defense attorney grounds to throw
out all the evidence that we've discovered.

You would not have any
evidence if it wasn't for me.

- I found Puppet.
- You didn't find Puppet on your own.

Someone here tipped you off. I
don't suppose you'd like to tell me who.

I can't remember.

We could have Oscar's
murderer in custody right now,

but your actions could make
it impossible to prosecute him.

Do you want Puppet to get away
just because you attacked him?

Julio, please, you've got
to let me do my job! Please!

I already recommended once that you see
a counselor, but now I'm ordering you to.

Okay, just one more thing.

Do you still have that picture
of Elena on your cell phone?

I'd like to borrow it, please. I
want to see how Puppet reacts to it.

Go home and stay home.

Excuse me. This
way, please, Julio.

Julio, let me call you
back in about ten minutes.

How about we talk
later, Lieutenant?

I didn't shoot that cop's brother,
and I ain't in a gang no more.

Puppet, please don't answer questions
I haven't asked yet. It just confuses me.

Have a seat.

- You recognize this girl?
- No.

See, now, I just
find that annoying.

First you answer
questions I haven't asked,

and when I do ask
something, you lie.

If you know I know her,
then why are you asking?

- Why did you and Elena break up?
- Cause she's a stupid bitch.

She's very pretty. A girl like
that, going out with another guy?

Don't tell me you weren't
just the tiniest bit jealous.

Jealous? Of that
bitch? She wishes.

You'd only just broke up and
already she was dating someone else.

- Did she date while you were in prison?
- Dating?

Elena was always dating
someone. That girl love to get dated.

- So she cheated on you, huh, Puppet?
- Look.

I'm the one who dumped Elena
'cause she's a pain in my ass. That's it.

Then a couple weeks ago, that
punk-ass kid comes around, he's all like,

"Stay away from Elena, man," when all
I done was pass by her and laugh at her.

Sit down!

Sit down!

You're talking about Oscar
Sanchez? Oscar confronted you?

He gets up all in my face for no
reason. I should've beat his ass.

- Why didn't you?
- Why? 'Cause his brother.

I don't need that kind
of trouble. I'm on parole.

- You know Julio Sanchez is a detective?
- Everyone knows that Julio's a...

Did he ever arrest
anyone you cared about?

A family member or a friend?

I don't know. Maybe. Why?

- What kind of car do you own?
- Why?

I thought you just said that you were
on parole and didn't need any trouble.

I'll ask you again.
What car? What color?

Honda Civic. Blue. Deep blue.

You know, one of our witnesses reported
that the shots that killed Oscar Sanchez

came from a blue car.

Am I gonna find a .40-caliber
handgun when I search your house?

No, this is bullshit.

Is there someone who can confirm
your whereabouts last Sunday afternoon?

Your fellow East 13
gang members maybe?

I already told you
I ain't in a gang.

I don't care what that bitch
Elena told you. I didn't kill nobody.

Your car matches the description.
You seem angry at Oscar.

- That's what we bitches call "motive."
- Motive?

You know why people shoot
people in my neighborhood?

'Cause it's Tuesday. 'Cause it's too
hot. 'Cause you look at them funny.

Chief, I'm sorry to interrupt,

but Lieutenant Flynn said someone
showed up with some new evidence,

and it's urgent.

- Now, are we done here?
- No, no, no, no. Not by a long shot.

- Excuse me, Chief.
- Not now. Lieutenant.

He's waiting in your office.

- You Chief Johnson?
- Oh, Lord.

Did Detective Sanchez
ask you to come here?

Wait, wait, wait.
Don't answer that.

- Brenda, have you met Agent Mara?
- Agent Mara?

Agent Mara, ATF.

I asked around, and Agent Mara
thinks he may have found your gun.

I'm living undercover in East LA. We're
in the middle of a two-year investigation.

I'm buying guns off the street and
tracking where they're coming from.

If anybody finds out I'm
ATF, the whole thing's blown.

Well, that's cool. Just
tell her what you told me.

After Agent Howard
told me what happened,

I put the word on the street
that I was looking for a .40.

Right away this Latino dude sets up a
meeting, just, like, itching to sell me one.

So I make him this real
lowball offer and he jumps at it.

Then he tells me be extra-careful
who I sell the weapon to.

It's like he might as well just
etch "dirty gun" on the handle.

Can I see it?

I already dropped it off with
a LAPD weapons analysts.

He's looking it over now. But I'm
telling you, that's gonna be your gun.

- Does this seller have a name?
- No.

Ask for names, they know you're a
cop. He was, like, a weird looking guy.

- Like a Puppet?
- Like a what?

Would you mind following
me just for a moment?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Your gun seller, was he in a gang?
- He had a lot of ink.

I didn't really get a good look
at it, doing the deal and all.

But he did say he was on parole,

which I think was, like, supposed
to impress me or scare me.

This way. Lieutenant Tao, would
you join us for a moment, please?

Right in here. Right away.

Is this the guy who
sold you the gun?

I can't tell.

Buzz, could you please
go knock on the door for me.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Lieutenant Tao, please head over
to Firearm's Analysis and stay there

until we get complete results on
the weapon they're testing for us.

- That could take till tomorrow morning.
- Yes, it could.

- No. That ain't him.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, but you're right. He
does kind of look like a puppet.

So I had Corrections
Department compile a list

of all the guys who got out on
parole in LA in the last three months.

Agent Mara's been going over
the photos. He recognized this guy.

Juan Guzman, a.k.a. Gooz.

Any connection to
Detective Sanchez?

No, Chief. He was actually
arrested by a deputy sheriff.

He just got out a month
ago after serving eight years.

- Eight years for what?
- Drive-by shooting.

- Commander, pick him up.
- I'm going with you.

Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, we promised Agent
Mara we'd protect his cover.

You can't go pick up this
Gooz for selling him that gun.

I'll call his parole officer. He can
conduct a random parole search any time.

- What if he doesn't find anything?
- Look at this guy.

We'll find something.

My son hasn't done
anything wrong.

Mrs. Guzman. We have
every right to ask him questions.

But you can't take
Juan away from me.

Listen, your son's
gonna be here for a while,

so take your other boy
downstairs and get a bite to eat.

I promise we'll be
in contact with you.

No, no. I will not
leave him here.

Let her wait if she wants
to. She's probably used to it.

All right, suit
yourself. Have a seat.

Hey, Chief. Guess what
Gooz keeps in his sock drawer.

A box of .40-caliber ammunition.

Same casings as we
got at the crime scene.

- Told you we'd find something.
- He's in Interview 1,

and I just thought you might
like to know that Gooz's mom

- owns a blue Chevy Impala.
- Thank you.

Okay, Sergeant Gabriel,
please pick up Elena.

Let's see if she's ready to
give us a more truthful ID,

- and bring her up the back way, please.
- You got it, Chief.

- Keep me posted.
- Absolutely.

The gun Agent Mara brought in,

we confirmed it as the
weapon that killed Oscar.

- Good.
- Chief,

I was just trying to show
Julio we were making progress.

I know I didn't
do it by the book,

but the book doesn't
cover this, and I'm his friend.

And what do you suppose Julio is
to me, Lieutenant? An employee?

Did you ever for a moment
consider that I might be

trying to keep Detective Sanchez from
doing irreparable damage to his career?

You are aware, are you not,
that our friend has a temper?

I am. I'm sorry, Chief.

I'm just trying to find a way to help
him, and I just don't know what to do.

Your job, Lieutenant. That's what
Julio needs from all of us right now.

Now, the guy who has the gun

you just confirmed as the murder
weapon is sitting in Interview Room 1.

I think Detective Sanchez would
like to be present for this interview.

- I'll be ready in about 20 minutes.
- Thank you, Chief.

Now, why would you have a
box of ammunition, Mr. Guzman?

That ain't mine. I ain't
never seen it before.

You understand this is a pretty
serious violation of your parole.

So?

I'm guessing that you're looking
at least another year in prison.

Look, I already did eight years. I can
do another one standing on my head.

Well, maybe you don't have to.

If you cooperate with me today
and answer some of my questions,

maybe we can work something out.

Okay, lady. Shoot. You ask
me a question and I'll cooperate.

Where's the gun that
goes with this ammunition?

Well, since I ain't never
seen that box of bullets before,

I guess that means I don't
know nothing about no gun.

Is that all? Can we
work something out now?

You recognize this young man?

No.

Chief, Sergeant Gabriel's
here with a witness.

- You'll have to excuse me for a moment.
- Take your time.

Elena, thank you so
much for coming back in.

He didn't give me
much of a choice.

We all know that the
last time you were here,

you didn't exactly
tell us the truth.

That's all right. Don't
worry. I understand.

You didn't want to make
yourself the next target.

But the only way that
we can keep you safe

is if we find the man who shot
Oscar and get him off the streets.

Now, I'm gonna show
you someone in a minute,

but I don't want you to worry

because he can't see you,
and he's in a locked room.

But the only way to keep him
there is if you tell us the truth. Okay?

Okay.

- No. I don't know him.
- Take your time, I want you to be sure.

I'm sure. I'd remember that
guy. He looks scary, but I've...

- Look again, Elena.
- I'm telling you, that's not him.

- You look again.
- All right. That's okay. That's okay.

You can go now, Elena.
Thank you so much for your help.

Chief, this girl
lied to you before.

She said the killer was
black and he wasn't.

She said she did not
see the car and she did,

and she says she doesn't
recognize this guy but she does!

Okay, that is enough, Detective!

Let's go.

You just got me killed. You said he
wouldn't see me, but he just saw me!

- Now I'm dead!
- Calm down. Calm down.

He's behind closed
doors, in a locked room.

No, he's not. He's right there and he
just saw me! He's sitting right there.

Okay. Mirandized the kid, but
maybe we don't need a confession.

We have the ID from the girl.

No, Elena's described the
killer so many different ways,

a prosecutor would have
trouble putting her on the stand.

And I wouldn't count on Elena repeating
anything she said to us in a courtroom.

Chief, let me question the kid.
I know how to make him talk.

That's not necessary, Detective.

Excuse me.

Hello, Tony. I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

- You don't have nothing on me.
- I know, I know. Our witness got it wrong.

She must've seen you standing
behind your brother Juan

when he shot the victim.

Anyway, we all know
that you're much too little

and Juan's already confessed.

But look, this is
really serious, Tony,

because if you knew your brother
was going to shoot Oscar Sanchez

before he pulled the trigger,
that makes you an accomplice.

Oscar who?

You didn't know the young
man your brother murdered?

- Juan never told you he murdered anyone.
- Yes, he did. When the witness identified

you by mistake, Juan
told us the whole truth.

In fact, he's on his way to the
courtroom right now to get arraigned.

My brother didn't shoot nobody.

Juan was just driving the car around
while we were looking for an East 18.

One of them snitched
on my brother in prison.

Okay, okay.

Who is this guy from the
East 18? What was his name?

Hell, we didn't know that. We
were looking for any East 18.

Those chicken-shit punks
must've been hiding or something.

Drove around all
day and nothing.

And what were you gonna
do if you found an East 18?

- We were gonna mess him up real bad.
- But you didn't find one.

Look, look, Tony, this
story is really unbelievable,

- and Juan has already told me...
- Okay.

Look. Here's exactly
what happened.

We saw this smoking hot chick
walking along with some guy,

and it was kind
of East 18 territory,

and he was wearing this
white-and-green baseball hat, so...

The East 18's usually
wear white-and-green hats?

No. They wear lots of orange.

But lots of times they write a
"18" under the bill of their hats.

That's weak, you
know? Hiding their signs.

So you thought this guy you saw might
have written "18" on the bill of his hat?

Yeah. So my
brother stops the car,

and gives me his gun,
says, "Go hit them up."

"Hit them up?" That means,
"What neighborhood are you from?"

Yeah. But suddenly this guy steps to me,
like he's trying to show off for his girl,

and just, like, laughs.

So I walk up to him. I hit them up
again. "Hey, fool, where you from?"

And he's like, "I'm
not from anywhere."

But I seen that hat and I knew
he was rolling in the wrong street.

So I say, "I'm not playing, man.
Where you from? Let me see that hat.

"Show me that hat."

He just laughs and tells
me to go home to my mom.

- So, what did you say?
- Nothing.

I shot him.

So, just to be clear,
you shot Oscar Sanchez

because he wouldn't
show you his hat?

Hey, I asked him
like three times

for him to show me that
hat, and he just laughs.

You think I'm gonna take that crap
with my brother watching me from the car?

Man!

Well, here it is, Tony.
Oscar Sanchez's hat.

The one you murdered
him to see. Look at it.

Look at it!

No markings. No numbers.
No orange. Just blood.

I guess he should've
showed it to me, huh?

How old are you, Tony?

14. I'm gonna be 15 next month.

Well, since you want
to be an adult so badly,

maybe we ought
to try you as one.

And by the way, since your
brother was driving the car,

helping you hunt for a victim,

under the law, he's every
bit as guilty as you are.

- No. Look, look, that ain't fair. Okay?
- No. It isn't.

It's my fault.

- Don't say that.
- No.

It's true. It's my fault.

Julio, you almost saved
your little brother's life.

What else could you have done?

Oscar died, sir, 'cause
he was wearing this hat.

How is that your fault?

I gave him this hat for his...

For his birthday last month. I gave
him this hat. I gave it to him. I did.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, Oscar. I'm sorry.

It's my fault. It's my fault.

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