04x19 - Hindsight, Part 1

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[helicopter blades whirring]

[Indistinct shouting]

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[Siren chirps]

[Police radio chatter]

[Glass shatters]

I love L.A.

Sorry about that, sir.

We're bringing in more units and gonna move the outer perimeter back a couple hundred feet.

Provenza: All right, make sure you keep this area clear, and try not to start any riots.

All right.

[Shouting continues]

Dennis: Our community is falling apart.

The police don't even give a damn.

Sir, we have a sh**ting, a car crash, and two dead bodies.

And so far, no one in your neighborhood saw anything before we showed up.

It's after 1:00 in the morning. What do you think?

We just sit outside, waiting for people to get att*cked?

Here's my card, Dennis.

If you really want the L.A.P.D.'s help, find us a witness, then give me a call.

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Tao: We're over here.

Excuse me, fellas.

Meet Tamika Weaver.

I thought we had two sh**ting victims.

3-year-old boy went to the hospital with Lieutenant Flynn... D.O.A.

A little kid. Geez.

No wonder the neighborhood is up in arms.

Our African-American victim was driving a red sh**t-me car through a Diablo neighborhood just blocks away, sir.

Windows tinted...

Maybe the sh**t didn't know who she was.

Or maybe he did.

About $2,500 in this envelope.

Then heroin.

Found underneath the baby's car seat, which is the last place we'd look for dr*gs if we pulled her over.

Mama was dealing dope?

Don't know.

Okay.

Um, how far from this light pole were our victims when they got sh*t?

About six blocks from here, sir.

Our patrols there are standing by, sir.

[Shouting continues]

Buzz: I could start filming the crowd.

Maybe they'd quit throwing stuff.

Yeah, and maybe you'd get your ass sh*t.

Go with Sanchez and Sykes.

See if you can find casings from the m*rder w*apon.

We're gonna be here a while.

Let's get this, uh, crime scene tented, please.

Uh, Captain.

Captain, I'm afraid that we are in the middle of a g*ng w*r with the worst kind of casualty imaginable.

[Helicopter blades whirring]

[Police radio chatter]

Oh, finally. A casing right here.

There's more here.

And another.

There's another.

Another one.

There's at least three more here.

Huh.

I think that's it.

The sh**ting happened right in the middle of the road.

Somebody just walked up to the car?

Maybe another S.U.V. drove up beside it and fired.

Hey, you see that boy sitting over there?

Hey, Buzz.

Without letting him know, video the kid's face in case he walks away or takes off when I walk over there.

Got it. Want me to go with you, Julio?

No. You take the casings to firearm analysis, and don't let them put you off.

We have top priority.

Okay.

Good morning, sir.

[Gate creaks]

Did you see what happened here earlier tonight?

Diablos fighting Bloods?

Nah, man. We all cool.

I got a sh*t-up mother a few blocks away.

I just found some casings in the street here.

Don't know nothing about that, but a strange red car driving through the neighborhood at night...

Stupid.

How'd you know the car was red?

Or I could take you downtown for an interview.

You're smoking pot.

I'm 18. Got a prescription.

Really? For what?

Asthma and anxiety, ese.

Smog causes the asthma.

The police cause the anxiety.

Smoking for asthma... That makes sense.

You want to show me your medical card?

No, I think we'll call that a night.

Feeling a little anxious.

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[Helicopter blades whirring]

[Door closes]

[Sighs]

[Police radio chatter]

It's a bad place to talk to him.

Come back and grab him later today after school.

Okay?

Tao: The rods show the impact... 10 rounds...

Starting in the front, up through the windshield, continuing down the side of the vehicle, where we actually have g*nsh*t residue.

The sh**t was right next to the car, just outside the vehicle.

Yeah, if she was dealing, then mama stopped to make a heroin sale in front of the wrong house.

Wait a minute.

Our victim braked her vehicle but kept it in drive?

And then the sh**t arrived on foot?

Well, it might have gone down that way if she thought the guy was a buyer.

Ordinary g*ng w*r bullshit.

Not so ordinary, Lieutenant.

We have a dead child.

Hey, I got something. Guys.

A little more proof this is g*ng-on-g*ng.

Casings in Diablos territory, crime scene in Bloods territory.

[Siren wails]

Provenza: If this is a fight over the heroin trade, it's only going to get bloodier.

It's a taco. Looks like Tamika d*ed hungry.

We should check the money and envelope for prints and dump the victim's phone immediately.

If I take her cell to L.A. Clear, you'll get a breakdown faster.

Thank you, Chief.

So, why would you sh**t up the dealer's car and then leave her money and dr*gs behind?

Well, the vehicle did roll downhill for six blocks.

And maybe the sh**t didn't want to chase after it into 28th street Bloods territory.

Well, maybe he did.

Saw the dead kid in the back seat and freaked.

[g*nshots]

Hey, Miss Amy!

Francine.

You are working awfully late.

Or you're here really early.

Oh, this is the very best time to test-fire weapons.

I love, love, love being here alone.

Uh-huh.

What's all this?

I assume you have a good reason for jumping in line, right?

We're working a double over in Southeast Division, trying to get a jump start on anything tying these casings to a g*n.

g*ng w*r potential.

Well, let's take a look.

From an U*i.

Extractor's good.

Ejectors seem...

Well, that's interesting.

And that...

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Does it have a right-side breach-face imperfection?

It does.

Oh, my God.

Hold on. Let me be sure.

What's up, Francine? Why all the excitement?

[Sighs]

You ever hear of the Reese murders?

Started with an off-duty cop who was k*lled during a robbery by a couple of Bloods 12 years ago.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

And while the gangsters were on trial, the deputy D.A...

Yeah, Rachel Gray.

And her bodyguard...

Eric Dunn.

Really sweet D.A. investigator.

They were both sh*t to death, too.

Uh-huh.

With the same w*apon used to k*ll Officer Reese.

Completely screwing up the case against the gangster who was on trial for the m*rder.

The defendant walked, and we buried Gray and Dunn.

And I have not seen hide nor hair of that U*i...

Until now.

Okay, hold on.

Our victims were sh*t with the same g*n that k*lled Officer Reese and D.D.A. Gray?

Yes.

That is what I'm telling you, Amy.

And I am saying a little prayer of thanks that you're the one who walked these casings down here instead of Mike Tao.

Why's that?

Because I have been desperate to find the g*n responsible for the Reese murders for over a decade.

And you may be the one person who can help me.

Do not wait for my report.

Do not call anyone else at your division.

Go directly to this man and listen to what he tells you.

He will either be at his house or on his boat.

Mark Hickman?

Francine, Hickman's the most disgraced officer in L.A.P.D. history.

He committed perjury on the stand.

He... he may have planted evidence.

But no one ever said the guy was stupid.

Look, I guarantee you the second I hand in my reports on these casings, Hickman will be put off limits.

But he had a theory about this crime he never got to explore.

And you are young, and you are pretty, and there is a chance he will talk to you.

But do I want to talk to him?

Okay, how will I explain...

Where you have been?

I will take care of that somehow.

But...

You could get in trouble.

I understand.

But isn't solving the most awful crime in L.A.P.D. history worth the risk?

Trust Francine.

And go.

Go.

[Sighs]

Honey, go.

Please.

[Door closes]

Hmm.

Oh, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

You are beautiful.

Gary.

Why the hell are you following me?

Hey, stranger. Long time, no see.

I didn't mean to scare you.

You don't scare me.

I didn't come here to argue.

Gary, okay, you don't...

I just got a question I got to ask.

I-I apologize for the zoo thing.

Oh, oh, is that what we're calling it now?

The zoo thing?

Well, look, I've changed since then, all right?

I'm a completely different person.

Congratulations, Gary. I'm very happy for you.

Wait, wait.

Have you seen your mother lately?

I just... just really need to know where she is.

For the purposes of this conversation, my mother is at the police administration building in the Major Crimes Division of the L.A.P.D..

Would you like to talk to her?

Because if you don't leave me alone, I can guarantee you an appointment in her office.

Look, what I did to you was bad.

But I got clean.

And you birth mother... She got clean, too.

And we've been back together for a couple months again, and things have been going pretty good.

But then she just up and left without even a goodbye.

Oh, yeah? And how does that feel?

Not good.

I-I'm just worried about her.

Gary, if you've really been living with my mother for the past two months, then you know way more about her than I do.

And if I catch you following me again, I'm calling the police.

Okay, look, there's no need to make a big deal out of this, all right?

I just... I thought she might have called you was all.

Forget you ever saw me.

Taylor: Since we can't be certain what this is about, instead of saying gangs, why don't we announce Miss Weaver as a drug-related homicide?

I don't want the media getting the Bloods and the Diablos even more riled up.

With a dead child in the morgue, it doesn't matter what we say, Chief.

Fritz: Including the sh**ting we heard at the crime scene, we've already had five incidents involving weapons and two assaults.

No one's been k*lled, but it's gonna happen.

What's this assh*le going on about?

Usually our cop-k*lling preacher stays away from the cameras.

We need to pray for our young men...

To lay down their arms of destruction and embrace the healing arms of Jesus.

And we need to ask the police why it took them 15 minutes before responding to this terrible sh**ting.

We need to offer forgiveness even as we seek justice and to ask the Lord Almighty, as in days of old, why is thy city besieged?

Why do...

How someone could get away with k*lling a cop then preach the gospel, I don't know.

Hold on.

Is Reverend Price right about our initial response time?

15 minutes?

Our first 911 caller only phoned in the car crash, ma'am, so it went to South Bureau Traffic.

Provenza: But I-I will say this.

No one seemed to be in a particular hurry.

Yeah.

[TV shuts off]

[Remote clacks] Okay.

I've deliberately pushed our response times back two minutes since all these excessive force issues started showing up in the national media.

I don't want to have an L.A.P.D. officer rush into a live-fire situation potentially sh**ting innocents.

I get that, Chief, but that is a hard thing to explain to people who already feel we're ignoring their neighborhoods.

We're leaving them exposed, sir.

This is what we do about that.

Chief Howard, if you can triple the number of crime-suppression units in the area, get our g*ng units out doing parole, probation searches.

I'm glad to try and keep the peace, but, um, we're not really gonna be able to defuse these tensions until we know whether this woman and child were targeted or m*rder*d in some random event.

Provenza: We're transporting the child's father over from County, where he's awaiting trial for dealing heroin, believe it or not, to notify him in person.

I'm hoping that telling him his son is dead will make him more cooperative.

Look, I don't how many times I got to tell you I don't know nothing.

And look, I got a lawyer.

So y'all just ain't gonna be hauling me down here asking me questions.

This interview has nothing to do with your pending case.

We're interested in your relationship with Tamika Weaver.

What you want to know about her for?

Tamika don't know nothing.

Did Tamika Weaver have any problems in her life?

Did you not hear me?

I'm not talking about Tamika.

Okay, sir.

What would you think if I were to tell you that we had reason to believe that Tamika is selling heroin?

And what if I told you that I think you planted it just so you can get me to say something stupid?

You see, Tamika ain't even...

Buzz: Seems kind of high, but Narcotics says the heroin in the car had an estimated street value of $7,500.

And the $2,500 in cash we found, they're checking for prints.

All right. All right, I've been thinking about this.

We would have never looked into a baby's car seat.

And maybe Tamika didn't, either.

And the dope was left over from her boyfriend's dealing.

Sir, do you have any problems with Mexicans in jail?

Maybe get on the nerves of some Diablos?

No way, nah.

Over in County, we one, big happy family.

Look, is that it?

Are we done? I feel like we done.

No, we're not done.

Tamika was sh*t and k*lled last night in her red S.U.V.

And your son, Jeremiah, was in the car with her, and he was k*lled also.

What?

We're very sorry.

What? Wh... Tamika?

My son?

Look, wha... Is this another lie?

Look, this cannot be true!

This is not true!

Can't be true! Stop lying to me!

Sir.

Stop lying to me!

Sir, we would not lie to you about the death of your child!

Wow. If he knew they were dead, he sure was a good actor.

He cannot be dead.

Sit back down.

Uh, I just got a report on the m*rder w*apon from Ballistics, and...

[Clears throat]

sh*t? For what?

Look, stop lying to me!

I need you to sit back down in your chair.

Please.

I feel a little sorry for the guy.

Sharon: Hmm.

He had to find out sooner or later.

Let's just hope notifying a man like this helps more than it hurts.

Mark Hickman?

Why?

Detective Amy Sykes, L.A.P.D. Major Crimes.

I want to talk to you about the Reese murders.

Oh. Really?

Tell me... What was it? Amy?

You think you're the first detective to look me up thinking they can solve this case?

Uh, no. No, I have a better reason.

Right, right. There's always a better reason.

It all comes back to polishing the badge.

Oh, I'll figure out these Reese murders, and, uh, you know, since I'm a minority and a woman, I'll make lieutenant before I'm 35.

We had a sh**ting last night, and the casings match up to the g*n that k*lled Officer Reese, D.D.A. Rachel Gray, and her bodyguard.

But if you're not interested...

You need to be gone before my wife gets here.

Have a seat.

Daniel Price sh*t Reese to death during the robbery of a flower shop, and that's settled.

Some people say you framed Daniel.

Uh-huh.

And some people think O.J. was innocent, and some people think Rodney King was a victim.

My problem isn't that I tried to frame Daniel Price.

My problem is that the era of white males is over.

Well, they had a good run.

We didn't do too bad, either.

Flip through the Fortune 500 sometime.

White guys aren't exactly extinct.

Look, if Daniel Price really k*lled an L.A.P.D...

There's no "if," okay?

Don't come with ifs about who k*lled Reese.

While he was still a sh*t-caller with the Bloods, Daniel price and his best buddy, Emile Fisher, drove up to a flower shop and robbed it.

Officer Reese was off duty at the time buying roses for his third anniversary.

Reese hit the ground as ordered with two other customers.

Daniel emptied the cash register as Emile stole watches, wallets, cellphones from the folks on the floor.

That's how they found Reese's badge.

Watch them as they drag Reese by his ankles into the back of the store.

See how people react to the sh*ts that blew Reese's head off.

Then a few seconds later, the customer closest to the door suddenly looks to the street.

The K*llers run out.

Took us a couple days to make our arrests, but they were good for it.

You can't exactly see their faces.

Yeah, well, if you look at all the wallets they tossed in the trash five blocks away, you'll find their fingerprints.

It's them.

What was the issue, then?

No one in the flower shop would identify these two scumbags.

Big surprise.

And our D.A. was in an unholy hurry, so instead of felony m*rder, she offered Emile 12 years in exchange for giving Daniel up as the sh**t.

To corroborate his testimony, she asked our new star witness to deliver the g*n.

Emile told us where it was.

And you never found it.

No.

Emile was high at the time, or maybe he was wrong.

Or maybe someone got there before us.

[Keyboard clacking]

Look at the last little bit of this video again.

See the customer turning his head to the door?

While Reese was sh*t?

After.

The guy reacts to someone honking.

He remembered a horn.

There was a third person outside waiting in the car.

And you never found him either?

Daniel lawyered up, wouldn't speak to us.

Emile insisted it was just the two of them, but a third guy would have known where the U*i was.

And a third guy could have used that g*n to m*rder Rachel Gray while our gangsters were in custody.

And then the g*n disappears for 12 years until it murders a mother and her small child.

This mom... she a dealer?

Oh, come on.

I just gave you an excellent theory to the case we weren't allowed to pursue.

Or do you want to limit how helpful I can be?

Okay, I don't know if our victim was a dealer, but she had a suspicious amount of heroin in her vehicle.

Why?

You think Reverend Price got away with k*lling a cop and gave up the dope business?

He didn't.

Yeah, he just sprinkled a little Jesus over everything and carried on running heroin out of his church, which is how your victim will connect to Daniel and how the rest of the are connected...

Sorry, I might have to...

Hey.

Uh, Amy, my wife, Sherry.

Oh. Hello.

Amy's a detective with the L.A.P.D..

Is she?

Nice to meet you.

So, should I go and come back?

No, babe. No, she just stopped by to give me a heads-up.

Uh, yeah, just a professional courtesy.

Sorry to disturb you, ma'am. Excuse me.

It's not what you think.

Like you even know what I think.

Sorry. I have to go.

There was a third guy in the car the day Reese was k*lled.

And find the g*n this time. It connects to Daniel.

Ask my old piece-of-sh*t partner.

He'll tell you.

Keep me informed of your progress.

I'll help you out if I can.

Mark.

Wait.

Why didn't you pursue this third person at the time?

And who's your old partner?

Hickman and I connected everything on these boards to officer Reese, the flower shop, Daniel Price, Emile Fisher, D.D.A. Gray, her bodyguard all to the same g*n.

But not to the same sh**t.

Provenza: Hey, we never thought it could be the same sh**t because the gangsters that k*lled Reese were in custody when Rachel and Eric were m*rder*d.

And who knows where the g*n has been between then and last night?

We need to talk to everyone involved in the investigation of the Reese m*rder.

Except Mark Hickman.

Except Mark Hickman?

Sharon, I was captain of Robbery/Homicide when Hickman perjured himself on the stand.

He lost us the m*rder case of an L.A. cop and tarnished the honor of this department.

Now he helps defense attorneys discredit the L.A.P.D. in court.

I fired Hickman when I was in Internal Affairs, so you don't need to tell me how reprehensible he was.

You want another investigator from the original case besides Tao.

Call in Stephanie Dunn.

She could hardly have a more personal stake in the outcome, but leave Hickman out of it.

Let's concentrate on last night's victims...

This young mother and her 3-year-old.

I want to get on top of this g*ng crap right now.

The past can wait.

Except it's already here.

You're talking about the g*n, Tao?

I'm talking about Emile Fisher.

Released from prison two weeks ago after doing every day of his time.

Emile Fisher gets released from prison, and Daniel Price jumps in front of the cameras.

That is not a coincidence.

Andy, why don't you try to locate Mr. Fisher and see how he's adjusting to life after prison?

It could be our team of cop-k*lling gangsters is back in the m*rder business.

Provenza: God, the number of times I have seen this security video.

Reese always dies.

Emile and Daniel always run out the door.

The world comes tumbling down, and this case never changes.

It does if we have the m*rder of a mother and her child.

Well, thank you, Buzz, for reminding me that things can always get worse.

[Knock on door]

Hey. You guys got a minute?

Yeah, maybe one. Why?

Um...

I'm trying to find my biological mother.

I know that she was released in August, but she hasn't contacted me, and I'm...

I'm just really worried about her.

Provenza: Don't be.

She was in a halfway house and got clean, and now she's moved.

I have the address somewhere in my desk.

It's someplace in... in Eagle Rock.

Buzz, you're a reserve officer now.

Why don't you show us your training in action?

Get me a background report.

Sure. All right, I just enter my serial number and my pass... Don't look.

My password.

Eagle Rock?

I don't understand why she wouldn't try to get in touch with me.

I mean, do you think... Do you think she's like...

She, like, got arrested again or something?

Is that...

Well, not according to her status reports.

They say Sharon Beck has passed all of her drug tests, hasn't missed an appointment with her probation officer, has all of her A.A. logs checked.

She recently changed residences, but she reported that.

Now, I have a new address for her and a phone number.

If you need it...

Hey, just hang on, quick draw McGraw.

You haven't mentioned your biological mother to me in almost a year.

Why the sudden interest?

Gus asked me about her.

Oh, Gus.

Yeah, and it made me feel guilty about the way I sort of just let it all go.

Well, if Gus wants you to do something, far be it for me to interfere.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

[Door opens]

All right, now, let's, uh, look at the video from last night's crime scene.

See if we missed anything.

[Keyboard clacks]

Anything there remind you of the old case, Detective Dunn?

Dead people and drug users.

I can't believe the g*n came back.

From where?

Sharon: We haven't located it yet, but we do have the heroin that we found in Tamika's car.

No prints on the baggies, just trace amounts of cornstarch.

Typical additive agent.

Cornstarch, powdered milk, baby laxative, talcum powder.

Dope has to be cut with something.

Maybe when the drug analysis comes back, you can match the heroin we found in our victim's car to a specific supplier.

Yeah.

Sharon: Detective Dunn, we appreciate your help, but I'm not gonna force you to revisit what must have been an extremely difficult time.

Thank you, Captain, for understanding that.

People talk about the Reese murders and D.D.A. Gray, but hardly anybody remembers my husband d*ed protecting her.

Stupid idiot.

Stepping in front of an U*i.

And for what?

[Sniffles]

She d*ed anyway, and Price walked.

Do you really believe that the same person who k*lled Eric also m*rder*d this Tamika and her baby?

Well, you might be the best person to answer that question.

Plus, you did all the work on Emile.

Emile Fisher? He's in prison.

Not as of two weeks ago.

He just finished doing every single day of his time, so no probation officers to keep tabs on him.

Emile gets out two weeks ago, and the g*n comes back.

Where is he?

Flynn: Unfortunately, Steph, our list of Emile's known associates is over 12 years old.

Unless you can recall something.

♪

Hey.

Maybe we drag up all this old crap, and we don't find the sh**t.

Or maybe we do.

You help us make an arrest.

You can stop waking up in the middle of the night and wondering what else you could have done.

I doubt that.

[Sniffles]

What desk would you like me at?

Straight ahead.

Thank you, Detective.

Whatever you remember can be very useful to us.

Not what I remember, Captain. What I can't forget.

Thanks.

Buzz: Captain, L.A. Clear sent us the dump from our victim's cell.

All of her calls were to other pre-paids.

Sounds like dope.

Taylor: S.O.B. maintains a huge matrix of burner phones related to dr*gs.

Tamika Weaver's calls might tie in to an open narcotics case.

Yeah, sometimes I trace these burner phones back to their purchase point.

Found a whole case of burners that way last August and 30 dealers, too.

Okay, it says here that Tamika Weaver was talking to someone on a pre-paid cell 15 minutes before she and her baby were sh*t to death.

Well, that could have been the m*rder*r setting up a meeting.

Well, it gives you a place to start, Detective.

[Telephone rings] Buzz, have copies of these made for everyone, please.

Detective Amy Sykes, Major Crimes.

Uh, thanks. We'll meet him at the elevator.

Lieutenant, patrol found Sanchez's pot-smoking friend from last night.

[Elevator dings]

Little wheezy.

Hey, don't call me little wheezy, man.

My real name is Jesus Marquez, and I want my mother here right now.

Your mother? Why's that?

I'm entitled.

I'm a juvenile... Only 15 years old.

Really?

Well, if you're only 15, then you don't have a medical card allowing you to smoke pot.

So you're under arrest for the possession of marijuana yesterday.

You got no proof I was smoking pot yesterday.

Well, we have it on film, Jesus.

Let's just, uh, see what you had in your pockets.

Hmm.

Look. Look, I have a job, man. I earn that.

I work with, like, a plumber after school for all that money.

And you don't got no warrant for my phone.

You got to have warrant for that.

You know a lot about the law for a 15-year-old plumber.

Sanchez: Yeah.

Makes me wonder if maybe your job is on the street.

And if all this money is yours...

Look, guys, guys, I... I got to have this money.

Okay?

Look, I-I want my mom in here.

I have a right to have my mother in here with me.

Look.

I'm the law, and this is no calling your mama day, okay?

This is you tell me what I want to hear, or we send you back out on the street without your cash day!

You understand, you little pothead?!

Provenza: You know, when we have someone like this that we don't plan to arrest, scary Sanchez can be helpful.

Within limits.

Take a look at this picture.

You recognize this young lady? Her name is Tamika.

Why'd you have to go and show me that?

'Cause she was sh*t in her car across the street from your house.

Maybe you k*lled her.

Maybe this is her money.

Maybe you stole this cash and her dr*gs, too.

You know how stupid you guys sound right now...

Me sh**ting someone?

But you saw it.

No.

You were there when were searching...

No, no, look, I saw nothing.

Okay.

Then let's go back to where all this cash came from.

Come on. Look, I'm 15 years old.

You trying to get me k*lled or something?

Look, don't do this.

Please, ju... Please don't do this.

All right. All right.

Let's just say that you and the dead lady here were involved in the same kind of business.

You had your plumber, and she had her plumber.

So who would her plumber be?

How would I know about her plumber?

Ugh. [Slaps table lightly]

It would be a shame if you didn't because then I'm putting this money into evidence and sending you home.

Now, how would that go over?

At the church, man.

Everyone knows, okay?

She gets her dope from Reverend Price's church.

And just like that...

We're back to the Reese murders.

Except for now we have a reason to bring our cop-k*lling preacher in for a visit.

Don't tell anyone, but my mom is up for a new job.

Chief of Security for the NFL, and that includes a lot of travel, and I can't have her pass up on that opportunity because she's worried about me.

But what if my old mom is in trouble?

I mean, Gary hunting for her right now like he is just really freaks me out.

And she is not answering her phone, which is a... just a bad thing.

Well, I guess we're not gonna go from here to the movies then.

Ugh, the movies. Gus, I...

I mean, I have to figure this out right now.

I... I'm...

Fine.

Go get in your car and... and drive somewhere else.

And while Gary follows you, I'll go to your other mother's place and see how she's doing.

But I have to see her face to know if she's lying.

Well, all right.

How about FaceTime?

Oh.

[Chuckles]

That could work.

Could we do this like... like right now?

And, um, I can... I can call you when... when I'm in Echo Park and I know that Gary is definitely still behind me?

Sure, I'm ready.

Okay. Hey.

Don't distract me.

[Both chuckle]

And, um, just if anything looks wrong, text me, and... and forget it.

Okay?

I can handle this. I can.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

My client needs representation when dealing with detectives because his unfortunate history with the L.A.P.D. includes false arrest, wrongful imprisonment, and I could go on.

Price: But I can forgive and forget if you can, Captain.

My church wants to improve relations between our community and the police.

Well, I'll pass your enthusiasm onto Officer Reese's widow.

I'm sure it will bring her great comfort.

Let's just go back to law school for a moment.

My client was put on trial for Reese's m*rder.

Jeopardy was attached.

That case was dismissed with prejudice due to police misconduct, planted evidence, and perjury.

I found the stolen wallets from the flower shop robbery myself.

I did not plant them, sir.

And who was it who told you where to look for those wallets?

Was it former detective Mark Hickman?

We are not here to discuss Reese.

We are here to discuss the present or we go.

Okay.

Let me inquire then about the young mother and her child who were sh*t to death last night.

Well, who maybe d*ed because the police couldn't be bothered to respond in a timely way?

Thanks for the, uh, heads-up on the upcoming lawsuit, Goldman.

Geez. I hate this guy.

Did you know Tamika Weaver?

For most of my life, yes.

She's from the neighborhood, and I had the privilege of baptizing her four years ago.

When was the last time you saw Tamika?

I thought Tamika may have been at our fellowship dinner last night.

Taco Mondays.

We bring in a mostly Mexican menu so our Latino friends feel encouraged to join.

And many of them do.

Victim had a half-eaten taco wrapped up in her car.

You think that's enough for a search warrant?

Regardless of what you hear...

I mean, if we find heroin at the church It's the streets at w*r, not our community.

That matches up with what we found under the car seat...

My congregation actually has many hispanic members.

The first thing a judge asks is, how many places serve tacos in L.A.?

[Cellphone buzzes]

We need something more to go on than a Mexican dinner menu.

Goldman: More 200 people attend those dinners every week.

The Reverend here spends most of his time with newcomers.

What about old friends?

Have you had a chance to catch up with Emile Fisher recently?

Goldman: Emile and Daniel ended their friendship on a bitter note a long time ago.

Next question.

We've heard rumors that your church is distributing something other than food.

Like narcotics.

You really think me so depraved I could deal dr*gs to my own community behind the cross of Christ?

Well, just call me a doubting Thomas, Reverend.

But allowing us to search through your facility could end this matter very quickly.

Do you think the heroin's still gonna be in Price's church after you guys called him downtown with his lawyer?

I mean, how stupid are you?

Look.

We have to be extra careful getting a warrant because it's a church.

I know it's a church.

I'm standing outside it right now.

And I'm telling you, there's a lot of suspicious behavior going on here for a late Tuesday afternoon in a Protestant church.

What are you... look.

You have no business being at that church.

I'm a private citizen.

I can look inside any church I want.

The information about the g*n isn't public yet, and if someone sees you...

Oh, my God.

You guys are so politically correct now you can't even do your job anymore.

Did you even bring up my theory of the third guy in the car during the Reese m*rder?

[Elevator bell dings] There hasn't been an opportunity for that yet.

Listen. [Sighs]

Listen, you need to just...

You need to get back in your car.

Right, okay. All right, goodbye, Amy.

I'll, uh, let you know if I find anything useful while you're covering your ass.

Sykes.

Oh, uh, Julio.

I think we may have our warrant.

[Sighs] Off the prints on the cash?

No, the front of the envelope.

In addition to heroin and a half-eaten taco on her passenger seat, Tamika Weaver was found with $2,500 in cash on her person before she was sh*t in an offering envelope that we've established is from your church.

Those envelopes are all over the place...

In the vestibule, near the hymnals, everywhere.

And, uh, a taco?

I mean, what... what?

Did she have a guacamole stain on her dress, too?

You did serve Mexican food for dinner last night, Reverend.

You put all of this together, and we can get a warrant.

Or you could make things easy for everyone by signing this consent form, allowing us to search your church.

Let's have it done.

I don't want my people to think I've got anything to hide.

Taylor: I want four patrol cars, narcotics dogs, everything we can throw at this place.

Buzz, do not let anybody find anything without us filming it.

I don't want the L.A.P.D. accused of planting something.

[Door opens] We're gonna end this g*ng w*r before it starts.

♪

What is it? Who are you?

Hi. I-I'm Gus. I just want to...

I don't know. I'm gonna close the door.

No, wait, wait, wait. Rusty sent me.

He just wants to make sure you're okay.

How do I know?

Hi, mom.

Hi, Rusty.

Come in, come in. Oh, Rusty, hi!

Oh, baby. Come in, come in.

Oh, my baby, hi.

How are you?

I'm... I'm good, mom. How are you?

I'm fine. I'm... [chuckles] I'm fine.

Um, I have a job.

I have a job now, and I'm working.

And I'm sober.

Great.

Why... why are we talking like this?

Mom, Gary came to see me at school.

And... and he was wanting to know where you were.

Gary came looking for me?

Well, actually, he was following Rusty.

Following Rusty?

Mom, is anything wrong right now?

Why is Gary even still in your life?

No, no. Honey, Gary... He is... he is not in my life.

And I'm not in his life, and I wish that I could tell you more, but I can't.

All I can tell you is that you need to stay away from him.

And you need to stay away from me, too.

What?

Okay? Rusty, you need to stay away from me.

I'm sorry, Gus, you have to go.

Mom, wait.

Rusty, I love you.

I will... I will contact you if I can.

I'm sorry.

Mom, don't... Can you just wait a second?

I'm sorry. Rusty, I love you.

Okay, I'll go, I'll go.

I love you, and I'll contact you if I can.

Mom, I... can you just talk to me a for a few minutes?

Don't contact me, okay?

Just... okay. Mom!

Bye, Rusty. Bye.

Just talk to me for a moment.

Gus, no, wait. Gus, give it back...

Please. Wait, no.

Mom!

[Engine revs]

[Tires squeal]

[Tires screech]

[Police radio chatter]

Provenza: Listen up!

If you find something... Anything... especially heroin, please notify the nearest detective, and we'll handle it from there.

Buzz: And make sure I get a chance to film it before anything is moved.

Holy sh*t.

Mark?!

What the hell are you doing here?

I'm praying.

Praying you guys got here in time to do your job for once.

Sanchez: Want me to go after him, sir?

For what? Being an assh*le?

What the hell is he up to?

We'll sort that out later.

Right now... Tao, one K-9 to the right.

Sykes, Dunn, K-9 on the left.

Everyone else, follow me.

Sanchez, take the center.

Flynn, take a K-9, go to the right.

[Dramatic music plays]

In here.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

What you got, boy?

Come on.

[Barking]

Provenza: Careful, everyone.

Don't touch anything until we have it on video.

Buzz?

I'm set.

Find the heroin. Let's go.

[Barking continues]

Oh, I got a door.

All right, can you see anything?

Hold on.

Are the dr*gs still in there?

It's not dr*gs, Lieutenant.

What is it then?

Oh, my.

[Barking]

God, it's the U*i.