The Closer (2005–2012): Season 5, Episode 7 - Strike Three - full transcript

All units, citizen
reports shots fired at 1400 block of Vesper.

Possible location of 6837.

Air 13, we'll be en route to that call.
We got about 30 seconds.

- Copy that, Air 13.
- 319 en route.

274 responding.

Air 13, I'm over Friar and Vesper.

I got a black and white.
Code six in the area.

10-4, Air 13. Please advise.

I think I got someone down here.

Uh, Control, send me an ambulance to my
location right here. Friar and Vesper.

Copy, Air 13.
Do you have a fix on our officers?



They're not responding.

Guys, Friar and Vesper,
if you can come up for Air 13?

Hey, Shop 542, come in, uh, for Air 13?

You up, partner?

Officers at Friar and Vesper,
come up for Air 13.

Partner, bring me around real quick.

Yeah, I think I got some officers here.

Control, be advised,
I have officers down at the location.

Friar and Vesper, officers need help.

Give me two paramedics to my location.
Friar and Vesper.

Officers down.
I say again, officers down.

Copy, Air 13. Officers down.

Shop 319, I got you there.
It looks like Shop 274 behind him...

...right turning in front of you.
There you go. Use caution in the area.



Control, give me two paramedics
to my location right here. Friar and Vesper.

10-4, Air 13. Paramedics rolling.

I'm gonna need
three more units to my location.

We need everybody on this one.

The east building tops
and the north building tops are clear.

I got no suspect activity
on these rooftops.

What's the ETA on my units?
I need paramedics now?

Detective.

Okay, Buzz...

...oh, make sure to get the body
over here, please. Thank you.

Okay.

So, what happened here?

Based on where the black and white
got fired on...

...looks like our guys followed a car
around this corner...

...probably making a traffic stop.

Got ambushed
before they could even get out.

They didn't even have time
to put the car in park.

The officers were shortstopped.

Lieutenant Tao?

That would put the suspect's car
about...

About here.

Okay...

...so they turn the corner,
jump out of the car...

...fire on the black and white
as it drives up. Why?

I don't know.

But our guys got lit up
by some pretty heavy firepower.

I mean, look at the casings.
Assault rifles.

Looks like the kid was standing here,
firing the 25 auto.

So he wasn't the driver.

Or maybe he wasn't in the car at all.

Sergeant Brown, I think that piece
of plastic is from a car taillight.

We'll get the make and model
as soon as SID is through with it.

- Deputy Chief Johnson.
- Captain Raydor.

One moment, please.
Sergeant Elliot, get a picture of this.

It would appear that the, uh, officer
had to fire back through the windshield.

Yeah, that officer had a name, captain.
It's Mike Stern.

I rode with his father.

Yeah. And Mike's partner, Enrique Duran,
he bled to death on the street.

It's upsetting...

...but we all have to be very careful
with our emotions...

...over the next couple of days.

Uh, Captain Raydor,
um, pardon me for bringing this up...

...but isn't it a little early for
Force Investigations to be on the scene?

Officers murdered in the street
belong to Major Crimes.

And civilians killed by L.A.P.D.
belong to me.

Everything about this says gangs.

Everything except the dead white boy
over there...

...who I have to treat as a victim
until proven otherwise.

It's obvious that your victim
was shooting at our police officers...

...who despite being
immensely outgunned...

...only fired back in self-defense.

And you can prove that
right now as we stand here?

That gun belonged to that boy
and he fired it?

Because if you can't, what I see...

...is a traffic stop that ended
in a massive shootout...

...and I've gotta ask why.

It's my job to answer that question,
captain.

It's my job as well.

Because these officers, while defending
themselves, discharged their weapons...

...and a civilian died.

If you'll just step into my command post...

No, I'm not...
I'm not going anywhere with you.

I can't stop FID from interfering...

...but if you wanna be involved,
you're gonna have to follow me.

Okay. So this, uh, dead kid here.
Does he have a name?

Kevin Webber.
His driver's license says he's 18 years old...

...has a Simi Valley address
and a juvenile arrest for vandalism.

I want the search warrant for his home
ready when we notify the family.

Chief, so far no eye-witnesses
to the gun fight...

...but lots of people saw two guys
in a dark brown car...

...no make or model, taking off east.

- Anyone get a license-plate number?
- No.

I released the tip-line number
to the press.

We're getting crazies calling in,
but we may get some leads.

Thank you.

You'll have every cop
pulling over every dark car...

That's why I'm not handing
that information over to anyone...

...including our own officers.
I'm not here to inspire a lynch mob.

When I need your assistance,
I'll ask for it, captain. Thank you.

Uh, Lieutenant Tao, why don't you field
the calls from the tip line, please?

Lieutenant Flynn,
why don't you stay on SID?

Make sure they follow up on that
taillight and ballistics, please.

Sergeant Gabriel, I wanna know soon as
that search warrant comes in. Thank you.

And I have a 72-hour deadline...

...so the sooner I head off charges
against these officers for improper use of...

You wanna question these officers
about excessive force?

Really? Go to the morgue.

With all due respect, sir...

...when civilians are killed
by L.A.P.D. officers, lawsuits follow.

Nothing protects our department more
completely than finding out the truth.

You want truth?
Yeah, I have a couple of truths.

I have to leave now
and tell the chief and mayor...

...how we intend to catch the people
who murdered our own.

Also, I have to explain to the families
of our fallen officers...

...why their husbands and fathers
are not coming home tonight.

And afterwards, I have to prove
that they died with honor.

Or would you prefer their reputations
smeared in a civil suit...

...alleging that they acted in bad faith?

All right. FID shares the scene,
but it belongs to Major Crimes.

You may work alongside Chief Johnson,
but you may not impede her...

...while solving the case. Is that clear?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

I have a search warrant
for Webber's apartment.

Thank you. Let's go.

- I'm going with you.
- Why?

Because at the moment,
Kevin Webber is my victim...

...and I have to do the notification.

Hope you have your own car.

Can you all just watch
where you're walking? Ugh.

And please put everything back
where you found it.

You hear me, boy?

Uh, we'll be extra careful. We were, uh,
talking about, uh, your son, Kevin.

I don't have to answer for my son.
Kevin is 18. He's an adult.

Uh, I understand.

- Do you know any of Kevin's friends?
- Kevin doesn't have any.

What car does Kevin drive?

He doesn't and he knows
not to come near my pickup.

Excuse me, you know what?
Kevin is not here. Okay?

So if you'd like,
I can tell him you all came by.

Is there a message?

You want a message?
I got a message for you.

- Yes.
- Careful, lieutenant. Mrs. Webber.

- We've, uh, something to tell you.
- Just a minute.

- Earlier tonight...
- No.

I'm sorry to say there was a shooting
and your son Kevin was killed.

Oh, no. No, no, no.
He just left here a few hours ago.

- Ma'am, who did he leave with?
- I don't know.

But my son is not dead.

You do not come into my house
and tell me that my boy is dead.

Get your hands off!
I do not wanna be touched by Mexicans.

- Sit down.
- I don't wanna...

- Sit down on the couch!
- I don't wanna...

- Sit!
- Chief?

Oh, that's adorable, ugh.

Looks like Kevin might have been
in a gang.

Regardless, his head wasn't shaved
and I didn't see any tattoos.

How do we know what he was up to?

I might've been able to find that out
if you hadn't shortstopped my interview.

I got a number for Adrien's
Tattoo and Piercing and this.

In Nazi-land, chief...

...you don't usually get the lightning bolts
until you've killed someone.

I wanna meet this tattoo artist.
Drag him out of bed if you have to.

Yes, ma'am.

Is this enough proof for you
that Kevin wasn't just a victim?

No.

Bitch.

How many were there?

Oh, no. Just slow down, miss.
Take your time.

Did you get a look at the faces,
ma'am?

L.A.P.D. tip line,
who am I speaking to?

Do not engage them directly, sir.

- What's the make and model?
- All right...

...come on, move along,
will you please? Guys.

Come on. If you're not part of
the investigation...

...you're just slowing us down. Hey!

- Gabriel, any word on that taillight?
- No. No, no, not you. You keep going.

Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Still trying
to track down the Ballistics reports.

FID? What the hell are they doing there?

If the guys in the car with Kevin Webber
had tattoos like this...

...they're not running to Mexico.

White power isn't big down there.

Yeah, can the FBI help us track
all the different Aryan gangs?

Tell you what, let me make some calls,
see what wiretaps are up.

You never know.
Maybe there's been some chatter.

Okay, thanks.

You're telling me you took our ballistics
from the crime scene?

Lieutenant, we're studying them,
we'll give...

Captain, that belongs to us.

You tell me how
we're supposed to do our jobs.

Ugh, Lieutenant Flynn,
what seems to be the trouble here?

When you were serving the search warrant,
FID came in and swooped...

...and took everything
from the crime scene.

The casings, the broken taillight,
every damn thing!

We're studying them
and we will give them back.

Not only were we gonna give it back,
we will have answers for you.

Where are you going?

Which part of
"the scene belongs to Major Crimes"...

...did you not understand?

Until we can prove that the dead
civilian lying on the ground...

...was firing at the police, I need to...
- Chief Johnson, you were saying?

We can place Kevin at the crime scene
with a gun two feet from his body.

And the tattoos that we found
at his apartment...

...link him to Aryan gangs
known for attacks on police officers.

- Tattoos or drawings?
- Drawings of tattoos.

The coroner's already confirmed...

- You've spoken to the coroner?
- Of course I have.

Ridiculous.
Everything indicates that he was involved.

Kevin Webber's prints are not on the gun
that was found near the body...

GSR's a complete waste of time if you...

If Kevin Webber's mother sues L.A.P.D.
for shooting her son to death...

...the jury will want me
to do more than indicate.

Without these things
that you deem unimportant...

...who's to say right now, definitively,
that he was one of the attackers?

- I could, if you'd release my evidence.
- Which you will do now, Captain Raydor.

I want you to personally
take Kevin Webber's cell phone...

...the casings from the scene...
- Chief...

...I just want to get them
inputted into the NIBIN.

Our equipment is more sophisticated...

And the broken taillight...

...and whatever else
Chief Johnson needs...

...and hand-carry them down
to Major Crimes.

Like, now.

And if the inspector general
has a problem with that...

...I'll be happy to have
that conversation.

Yes, sir.

- Dismissed.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
Okay, here's your evidence.

- Is that everything?
- Oh, gosh, I hope so.

Oh, by the way, the lens
from the taillight we found...

...was placed on every Olds Cutlass
between 1985 and 1990 if that helps.

Is that the tattoo artist whose card
we found at Kevin Webber's house?

It is.

I have a list of questions
I need to ask this guy.

If you don't hear everything you need
from Chief Johnson's interview...

...you can go next.

I usually go first.

- Then this should be a change for you.
- Heh.

Adrien Beck.

I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.

I understand Sergeant Gabriel
informed you of your rights.

He didn't tell me why you guys dragged me
here in the middle of the night.

I've been admiring your work.

Well, if you're interested,
come by my studio.

In the morning.
I'll give you the, uh, L.A.P.D. special.

- What can you tell me about this man?
- Nothing. I don't know him.

We found your business card
in his apartment.

I have lots of clients, man.

I understand
that you did some time in prison.

Is this where you learned
how to make Nazi tattoos?

Everybody has reasons
for the ink they want.

I'm a practicing Buddhist.
I don't judge.

I do Aryans.

I also do Mexican gangbangers.
It's, uh, all freedom of speech, man.

You're on parole and your freedom does
not include associating with known felons.

Wouldn't take me more than 20 minutes
to have you finish your sentence.

Look, I don't ask my clients
for their criminal record.

I don't know that kid.

I don't remember those drawings,
thank you and good night.

Well, you've been very helpful.
Wouldn't you say so, Sergeant Gabriel?

Yes, extremely helpful.

I should release your name to the media...

...as a local hero standing up
to the Aryan community.

Imagine what an inspiration you'll be
to people terrified of neo-Nazi maniacs.

- Whoa! You gonna put me on TV?
- Or you can sit back down, Adrien.

Sit down.

Take some deep breaths.
Remember your new mantra:

"I help the police, I help the police."

Okay, okay, okay.
Nobody do anything crazy here.

- You saying you wanna talk to us?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Now do you remember that kid?

He came in my shop about a week ago.

I did some drawings for him and he left.
And that is all I know.

- Who was he with?
- Come on, man.

- I need names.
- Look, these are bad dudes.

I hear they're huge
in the crystal-meth business.

Don't make me talk about these guys.

You're afraid of the Aryans knowing
that you spoke to us?

Imagine how you'd feel
when I send you to lockup...

...and word slips out
that you're a police snitch.

Oh, no, no.

Why did she do that? She threatened
to have him killed in front of me.

He works with Nazis.

You need something
to wipe your tears away?

One guy was kind of short.
They called him, uh, Stomper or Trooper.

The taller guy, he was the shot-caller.

He didn't tell me his name
and, heh, I didn't ask.

- Where can I find them?
- I don't know.

I don't know where they live.

- Where do I find them?
- Uh, they're on Page 29 and 30 of my book.

That's one more connection
between Webber...

...and the men who killed our officers.

You are finding a lot of tattoos.

I'm more interested in the people
wearing them.

Chief. Chief?

Pardon me.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Thank you.

We're, uh, going through the evidence
we got from Nurse Ratched.

Sanchez is running down
the phone numbers...

...and Ballistics has the shells.

We're looking through all registered
Olds Cutlasses from 1985 on.

So far it's another
needle-in-a-haystack situation.

At least we know
which haystack to look in.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Chief wants me to make a statement.
Anything you'd like me to release?

Well, nothing about the case.
But I want the officers' biographies...

...to make it to the front page of the paper,
if possible.

Officer Stern twice been awarded
the medal of valor...

...and Officer Duran has two children
and a baby on the way.

I want people to know that.

Damn. You got it. Anything else?

Can you, uh, get Captain Raydor
to stop following me?

I wish I could give you a room to yourself,
but Raydor has a case too.

Oh, that's a good idea.

- It is?
- Yes. Yes. Thank you.

Yeah. Sure. Any time.

All right, everybody. Uh, listen up.

We have, uh, possible a.k.a.'s for
one of our shooters. Stomper or Trooper.

Please run those names
through your moniker databases...

...and check them against
the L.A.P.D. Gang Support Section files.

Uh, Narcotics, please check
with all your informants...

...see if there's been any conversation
in the meth community.

Uh, for those who don't have a copy...

...Sergeant Gabriel will be handing out
copies of tattoos...

...that we hope will help
identify our suspects.

All right, tattoos.
Spiderweb on the elbow.

You guys probably know
that means time served.

You take one and pass it around.

- The next...
- Uh, these men are likely two strikers.

Just the weapons they were carrying
would guarantee them life in prison.

Which would explain why they shot
at our police officers at a traffic stop.

Second tattoo.

Aryan fish shows membership
in the neo-Nazi or outlaw biker gangs.

Sheriff's Department, would you please
run this tattoo through your jail?

- Take one, pass it along.
- Uh, Parole, make sure everyone has a copy.

In the meantime, I want every suspected
neo-Nazi and skinhead rounded up.

Hit every house, apartment
and trailer park that you can find.

"Kill cops and you will not live to regret it."

Okay, in the meantime, uh,
Captain Raydor over here also has a case.

I'm sure that she could use your help.
Captain Raydor.

Excuse me.

- Can I have your attention?
- No one is allowed in my office.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me.

Can I have your attention, please?

Hey, people, let's hold down the noise!

Excuse me.
Captain Raydor, you were saying?

Thank you, lieutenant.

Do you have a fix on our officers?

They're not responding.

Hey, guys, Friar
and Vesper, if you can come up for Air 13?

Hey, Shop 542, come in, uh, for Air 13?

You up, partner?

Officers at Friar and Vesper,
come up for Air 13.

Yeah, I think I got some officers here.

Control, be advised,
I have officers down at the location.

Friar and Vesper, officers need help.

Give me two paramedics at my location,
Friar and Vesper.

Officers down. I say again, officers down.

Copy, Air 13. Officers down...

- She said no one can come in.
- I don't care.

Don't shoot. I'm alone.

What is it, lieutenant?
Has the National Guard arrived?

Well, Captain Raydor is occupied.

Heh, she'll be talking for days.
So, what can I help you with?

I don't know.
I can't think straight right now.

Because of all these people around.

I guarantee you, in a couple of days
we will have made our arrest...

...and they'll all be gone.
And it'll just be the six of us again.

Hate to interrupt, but we've had
over 250 calls to the tip line...

...all claiming to have an answer
of some kind.

Then just five minutes ago
a woman called with a question.

What did she wanna know?

She wanted to know if the shooters
were driving an Oldsmobile.

Claims her nephew lent hers out
and it came back damaged.

Flynn's running down
the name and address.

Oh!

Oh, sorry, chief.
Buzz said I couldn't come in the other way.

What is it?

Well, Tao's caller turns out to be
Eleanor Kretchner, aged 69.

And guess what kind of car she owns?

A 1987 Olds Cutlass, copper color
and it gets better.

The nephew who said
that he supposedly lent out the car...

...he just got out of prison a year ago.
Check out the mug shot.

Edward "Teddy" Kretchner.

Oh!

Hey, chief. Bringing you an aerial map
of the caller's residence...

...courtesy of Lieutenant Tao's phone.

- You believe that?
- E-mail it to the chief's computer.

- E-mail it?
- Yeah. I'll do it.

- Chief?
- Yes?

The number of Tao's caller
shows up on Webber's cell phone...

...six times in the past week.
- Okay. Sent.

Okay. No, no, no.
Don't, don't, don't. I can do it.

- All right.
- Okay.

Okay.

- There you go.
- Press.

Press. Oh, for heaven's sakes.
Would you look at that?

Looks like there's a garage
around the back.

Okay, let's pay a visit
to Ms. Kretchner's house.

Take a look at that car.
Uh, Lieutenant Flynn, I want that taillight.

And, uh, Detective Sanchez,
please call Detective Mikki Mendoza.

Have SIS set up a surveillance
on the house. Thank you.

Detective Mendoza,
congratulations on the new baby.

- Thanks, ma'am.
- Any sign of Mr. Kretchner?

No, ma'am, as far as we can tell
his Aunt Eleanor is home alone.

- We are in position just in case.
- Thank you, detective.

Oh, that woman.

Uh, it's okay, detective.
She's one of us. Sort of.

Chief Johnson. I see I'm once again
behind in this investigation.

I told you. I can't slow down.
Anyway, you're here.

Uh, Mrs. Kretchner?

- Hello?
- Hello.

I'm Detective Johnson,
this is Detectives Raydor and Sanchez.

We're here from
the Los Angeles Police Department.

Oh, my. I can't believe
you came all the way out here.

The man on the phone
didn't seem all that interested.

Uh, on the tip line
you mentioned your nephew.

Yes, Ted.

He gave my car to one of his friends
last night.

I have macular degeneration.

I don't see as well as I once did,
so I don't drive anymore.

But when I went in the garage
for my watering can...

Flowers can't stay fresh without water.

Well, even I could see my poor old Cutlass
was missing a side mirror.

- I'll show you the car.
- No, no, that's all right.

We'll take a look.
You stay here. We won't be long.

Ugh, excuse us.

- Is everything okay?
- Uh, yes, ma'am.

Everything's fine.
It's not the car we're looking for.

Oh, thank goodness.
I don't want to get Teddy in trouble.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, ma'am, I'm positive.

Thank you so much for your help.

They should've dumped this car.

Yes, they should have, but they
didn't. So I have to ask myself, why?

- Okay, let's go.
- Wait. Not gonna leave this vehicle here.

Yes, I am.

If Kevin Webber was in that car,
he left behind fingerprints...

...that will definitively connect him
to the shooters and make my case.

I can't be concerned
about your case, captain.

Let's be clear.

Under the best of circumstances...

...leaving this car behind
is a lure for Ted Kretchner...

...guarantees a confrontation
of some sort...

...with police officers you've already
lathered up into an angry mob.

- You thought about the consequences?
- Yes.

If we end up having to shoot these killers,
the crime scene will be all yours, captain.

Detective.

Ma'am.

What do you got in there?
Oh, he's got your eyes.

And your personality.

Look at that.

Wetbacks with a baby.

Probably got nine more at home.

Whole town's going brown, man.

- Police! Don't move. Stay where you are.
- Down to the ground with your hands up.

Oh!

Don't move. Take another step
and I'll blow your brains out.

No, you won't.

Come on. Come on, cop, huh?

- Arms behind your back.
- Four on one!

Arms behind your back.

- Got you, you son of a bitch.
- All right.

May I have your attention?
Everyone, listen up.

- We got them.
- Nice.

We got them!

Gomez. Gonzales.

G3. Gilbert Gomez Gonzales, ha-ha-ha.

Meet Ted Kretchner.

Got his first strike for armed robbery,
got his second one on a meth beef.

Nice. Who's his friend?

Jesse Langhopher, a.k.a. Stomper.

He's a Nazi low rider.
He did a long stint in Folsom with Teddy.

Well, as I see it,
we have a few issues here.

We can't place these guys in the Oldsmobile
at the time of the murder.

We have no weapons,
we have no witnesses.

So obviously a confession
will be very important.

But another issue has come up
which may be more serious.

I don't mean to step on your case...

...but Kretchner has twice asked
for medical attention...

...which automatically triggers
a use-of-force investigation.

- Now?
- Yeah.

Really? Ugh, look, this kind of thing happens
all the time when people resist arrest.

- If you hadn't been...
- I warned you about leaving the car.

If you go into the room and follow the rules
from that book of yours...

...I promise you,
these men will lawyer up.

Please let me go first.

I understand the complexity of the situation,
but I can't let you do that.

What does the guy have, a black eye?
It hasn't even started swelling yet.

Pretending not to see things
is how I came to be here in the first place.

Does anybody really think
I wanna go in there? Anyone?

Okay. All right, captain. Fine. Go ahead.

Just... All I ask is that you hurry.
Please.

Hey, you know what
you call 50 Mexicans lined up in a row?

A "spicket" fence.

- Do you need me to stay, ma'am?
- Oh!

No, thank you, Detective Sanchez.
I'm fine.

Sanchez.

Mr. Kretchner, I'm Captain Raydor.
Is this a good time to talk?

What, has he got a lunch date?

- We're gonna be so screwed here.
- No, we're not.

Gabriel, please prepare the search warrant
for Mrs. Kretchner's house.

First, Mr. Kretchner, I need to inform you
that you have the right to remain silent.

Which means
you can refuse to answer any question.

Anything you say may be used
against you in a court of law.

Do you understand?

You have the right to have an attorney...

...to consult an attorney
before talking to the police...

...and to have an attorney present
during questioning.

Do you understand?

- My God. How we gonna get out of this?
- No, no, no, it's okay.

They weren't gonna talk to me anyway.

Her advising him of his rights,
this may actually work to our advantage.

Knowing and understanding your rights
as I've explained them...

...are you willing to answer a few questions
without an attorney present?

Eat me.

Is that "eat me" as in "I wanna talk"...

...or "eat me"
as in "I'm unwilling to cooperate"?

Eat me as in I'm not saying a word
without my lawyer, you dumb bitch.

Okay.

Hmm.

Nice.

I like business suits.

Smile.

Thank you, sir.

Sorry, I had to do that.
You still have the other suspect.

- Jesse Langhopher, a.k.a. Stomper?
- What?

You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can used against you.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
the state will provide one.

Your buddy Ted refused to talk to us.
You wanna talk?

- No.
- Fine.

Excellent work. Thank you for your help.
We'll take it from here.

Where will you take it?
They're not gonna talk to you.

I don't need them to. I'm gonna
take them home and then they'll confess.

- Do you have the warrant?
- Sure do.

Thank you. Pardon me, captain.

I got a question. There a white man
on the police force these days, huh?

- Have a seat in here, please.
- Miss Prisoner-Valet.

Gentlemen, we may not have
enough evidence to hold you...

...and since you've invoked your right
to counsel, I can't ask you any questions.

So sit tight and if we don't find anything
at the house, you'll be free to go.

Uh, Stomper, don't forget
what you and I talked about.

What?

- Hey, I want my bike back.
- Give these men some air.

- Move the hell over.
- I'm trying, man.

- Uh, good luck, sergeant.
- You too.

- Damn, what's she talking about?
- I don't know, man.

Thank you.

- We have video and audio, chief.
- Okay.

- And Lieutenant Tao is wearing an earpiece.
- Thank you, Buzz.

You've set everything up
so that we succeed or fail...

...based solely on the outcome
of this search.

As you so rightly pointed out...

...Teddy and Stomper had no reason
to come back for the car.

But they did come back.

So there must be something in this house
that they really, really want.

- And now they're gonna help us find it.
- Oh!

Yes. Oh!

Excuse me, ugh.

Lieutenant Tao,
give me a signal if you can hear me.

Thank you.

Buzz, do we have audio
for our boys in the car?

I told you
we shouldn't have brought that kid along.

No, seriously. When they found him,
that just led them right to us.

Jesus, look. Kevin's dead. He can't talk.

- As long as you kept your mouth shut.
- What's that mean?

When the cops jumped us,
you looked happy.

We were caught.
What do you want me to do?

You were ready to jump down to all fours.
It was like you were back in the joint.

- Oh, shut up, man.
- No, I'm not gonna shut up.

Dude, hey, look. Your flag.

Son of a bitch.

I told you.
We should have dumped everything.

No way.

If they look hard
they're gonna find it.

Oh, they can look in that house all day.
They never gonna find anything.

Okay. There's nothing in the house.

Lieutenant Tao,
would y'all please check the back yard?

Back yard, fellows.

That blond lady cop.

- You know her?
- No, man.

Well, then what did she mean, "Stomper,
remember what we talked about"?

Nothing. I don't know.
She just told me my rights.

- Yeah. I'm sure of that.
- I swear.

I'm wondering, you got a loose tongue
to go along with that green thumb?

No.

"Green thumb"? Lieutenant Tao...

...uh, I seem to remember Teddy's aunt
saying something about fresh flowers.

Oh, no.

- Damn it!
- This is bad, man. This is so bad.

Okay, I think we're getting closer.

Come on.

Lieutenant,
what's under the planter to the left?

No, no, no. Your left.

What did you tell her, huh?

I swear on my mother, man.
I didn't say anything.

- Yeah, you did!
- No, I didn't. I swear.

- Look, I didn't roll on you, Teddy.
- There's our evidence.

I didn't tell her anything.
I swear. You gotta believe me.

I don't believe you.

You'd to come out shooting.

I wanted to keep on driving.

You're as guilty as I am. I swear.

If you rolled on me,
I will cut your throat so fast.

I didn't roll on you, man.

Look, I didn't roll on you, Teddy.
Calm down.

And there's our confession.

Officer? Thank you.

I'm not saying anything
without my lawyer.

That's okay, I have your confession on our
little camera here. Say hello, gentlemen.

What?

Say goodbye.

Got an M-16, AK-47
and a big bag of crystal meth.

Excellent work, gentlemen.

What are you doing?

Teddy, what you're doing?

Teddy, don't do anything stupid.
They're all right there, Teddy.

- Just shut up, bitch!
- Chief.

- Looks like he must've slipped his cuffs.
- Teddy! Teddy!

You little bitch snitch!

I suppose we should do something.

You little bitch! You little...!

Now, now, now, captain.
There's no police involvement.

Unless Teddy kills him,
it's not your problem.

Chief Johnson, you gotta do something.
Right now.

All right. Officer.

- Detective Sanchez.
- You little bitch!

Sorry for the wait, captain.

Wanted to make sure that our use of force
was appropriate and responsible.

Chief Johnson.

Captain Raydor.

I see you made your deadline.

Yes, ma'am. Officers Stern and Duran
have been completely exonerated.

And because of the way
Force Investigation Division operates...

...I'll be investigating the murder
of more good cops just like them.

Excuse me?

When officers are shot and killed
in the line of duty...

...they're investigated by me.

When they shoot back,
they're investigated by you.

That means that they'll think twice
before defending themselves.

That hesitation will mean
that more good cops will die.

I have to ask, have you ever considered
what your principles cost?

Seventy million dollars.

That was the settlement
in the Rampart case.

One hundred.

That's how many convictions were
overturned due to renegade policing...

...and lack of oversight
in one division alone...

...not to mention the loss of trust
the L.A.P.D. needs to remain effective.

- There has to be a better way.
- Well...

...until then, you've got me.

- Well, I see you're going to the funeral.
- Yeah.

Don't worry. I have my own car.

- Everyone ready?
- I think so.

Today...

...is for honoring our fallen.

And the fact that we can now do that...

...with their killers in custody...

...is the best thing that you could do
for their families...

...and loved ones.

You've not only done your jobs...

...you've helped to ease their pain.

And for that I thank you.

It's our privilege, sir.

- Thank you.
- Oh.

It's just the six of us again, lieutenant.

For now.