Call it in.
Ma'am?
Can you hear me?
Paramedics are rolling. They'll be here in two minutes.
- Get an extinguisher, and get that fire out. - Jesus.
Ma'am, are you hurt?
- Can you move? - I... I can't breathe.
Okay, I'm gonna get you out.
It's okay.
Okay. Okay.
Okay, I'm gonna get you out.
No!
- It's okay. - Get away from me!
Get away. Stay away from me!
Not you! Not you!
- It's okay. - Don't touch me! Don't touch me!
- Keep away from me! - Lady, I'm tryin'... I'm tryin' to help you.
Fuck you! Not you!
Somebody! Anybody else!
- Please, somebody! Not you! - Stop moving!
No! Get your filthy fucking hands off me!
Stop moving. Lady, I'm not gonna fucking hurt you!
Okay. Okay.
Please don't touch me. Don't, don't.
I'm not gonna touch you. But there's nobody else here yet
and that's gasoline there.
We need to get you outta here right away. Okay?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Okay. I need to reach across your lap. Can I do that, please?
Yeah. Yeah.
Thanks.
Is anything broken?
I-I don't think so.
Okay. Then that's good.
Are you... Are you gonna get me out?
Yeah, I'm gonna get you out. Okay?
Look at me. Look at me. I'm gonna get you out.
Oh, fuck!
- I'm sorry. - That's okay.
I'm gonna have to cut your belt, okay?
I'm gonna have to cut the belt.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay. Okay, we're gonna get you out.
Everything's gonna be fine. Look at me!
Everything's gonna be fine. We're gonna get you outta here.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Ryan!
Pull!
It's okay.
All right. It's okay, it's okay.
It's all right. I got it. I got it.
Ma'am? Ma'am, can you walk with me?
It's cool, it's cool.
Here we go. All right, you're doin' great.
The D.A. Wanted me to apologize. He really wanted to be here himself.
No, he didn't! If he did his own dirty work none of us would have jobs.
- Jake Flanagan. I work with Rick. - Graham Waters.
- Thanks for coming in. - He just pulled into the garage.
Great. Press conference is in ten minutes, so we'll make this short.
Internal Affairs says this Conklin has two suspicious shootings on his record.
Both black men. Both times he was cleared, but only just.
Detective Lewis makes black man number three.
You know any reason why we shouldn't hang Conklin for this?
Well, it's more complicated than we originally thought.
We found $300,000 in the trunk of the car that Detective Lewis was driving.
Shit!
Ah. Go down to the garage. Tell him to stay in the car until he hears from me.
You found the money in the Mercedes. I thought that wasn't his car.
The car's registered to a Cindy Bradley. We haven't been able to get in touch with her.
Apparently she, uh, left town this morning.
So it wasn't Lewis's car. He may not have known the money was in it.
You really think you're gonna be able to make that fly?
Latasha Harlins, Rodney King.
- These names ring a bell, Detective? - Yeah, vaguely.
We have attorneys for this slain police officer camping in our offices.
We have his mother and a half dozen men of the cloth
who swear that Lewis was one of the twelve apostles of Christ.
We have two black city councilmen
and a congresswoman who call on the hour, every hour,
demanding to know what the district attorney intends to do about this.
And you want him to walk into that press room
and tell them all that the situation is complicated?
Give us a minute.
No problem.
Who knows about the money?
You gotta be kiddin' me.
There are only two people in this room.
Myself, my partner, Ferguson and Internal Affairs.
- Jim Ferguson? - Yeah.
Okay. I guess I don't see a problem.
As it wasn't Lewis's car, the money isn't clear evidence of any wrongdoing.
And even if it was, we aren't going to prosecute a dead man.
Which means the money Internal Affairs is holding can't be considered evidence.
You can do this dance if you want to,
but I'm willing to bet when the coroner's report comes back tomorrow
it's going to say that Detective Lewis was coked out of his head.
Fucking black people, huh?
What did you just say?
I mean,
I know all the sociological reasons why per capita
eight times more black men are incarcerated than white men.
Schools are a disgrace. Lack of opportunity. Bias in the judicial system.
All that stuff. All that stuff!
But still, it's gotta get to you, on a gut level as a black man.
They just can't keep their hands out of the cookie jar.
Of course, you and I know that's not the truth.
But that's the way it always plays, doesn't it?
And assholes like Lewis keep feeding the flames. It's gotta get to you.
What did you say you did for the D.A. Again?
You coach ball down in Compton. Am I right?
Oh, please, don't do that.
Don't act like you know something about me, okay?
What do you think those kids need... to make them believe, to give them hope?
You think they need another drug-dealing cop
or do you think they need a fallen black hero?
Why don't you cut through the bullshit and just tell me what it is you want.
The D.A.'s squad loses its lead investigator next month.
Rick is quite adamant that his replacement be a person of color.
It's a high-profile position, and he wants to send the right message to the community.
And the right message is, "Look at this black boy I just bought?"
Well, fuck you very much. But thanks for thinking of me.
Actually we were thinking of you.
Until we saw that.
It's your brother's file.
Twenty-something years old and already three felonies.
Three strikes law. Kid's going away for life for stealing a car.
Christ, that's a shitty law.
There's a warrant in there.
But still, hey, he had every opportunity you had.
Fucking black people, huh?
So all, uh... all I need to do to make this disappear
is to frame a potentially innocent man?
What are you? The fucking defender of all things white?
We're talking about a white man who shot three black men.
And you're arguing with me that maybe we're not being fair to him?
You know what? Maybe you're right. Maybe Lewis did provoke this.
And maybe he got exactly what was coming to him.
Or maybe stoned or not, just being a black man in the Valley
was enough to get him killed.
There was no one there to see who shot first, so there is no way to know.
Which means we could get this wrong.
Maybe that's what happened with your brother. Maybe we got it wrong.
Maybe Lewis isn't the only one who deserves the benefit of the doubt.
You're the one closest to all this.
You need to tell us.
What does your gut tell you?
So? Graham?
What do I tell 'em?
You tell me, and I'll tell them.
Well, I think given Detective Conklin's history,
it's pretty clear what happened last night.
Okay.
Before I get to why we're here,
I know that many of you have heard we had our car stolen last night.
And as you could imagine, my wife and I are both pretty shaken up.
But we're okay.
And Jean and I truly appreciate all your calls and your concern. Thank you.
Now, just after 9:00 p.m. Last night, Detective William Lewis,
an eight-year veteran of the force and an active member of the black community,
was gunned down by a fellow officer.
Get outta the car!
Gimme the keys! Get out... What the fuck?
Whoa! What the fuck are you doing, man?
Shit! You wanna get killed, nigger?
Say that again!
- Say that again! - You stupid motherfucker!
Say it again, huh! Call me a nigger again!
- Man, what the fuck? Get off! - Fuck you!
- Shoot him! - I'll blow your head off!
- Shoot this motherfucker! - I swear to God, I'm gonna blow your head off!
Stop talkin' and shoot!
- Stop! Let's go! Here comes the po-po. - Get off of me!
Hey, hey! Where you goin', man? Hell, no!
- Oh, shit. - Anthony! Anthony!
Get the fuck outta my car!
Shit! Damn!
- What are you doin', man? Get outta the car! - Fuck you!
Car 25 in pursuit of a black Navigator. West bound.
2-2 Ida Tom Adam 3... Oh, Christ!
- Get the fuck outta the car! - You get the fuck outta the car!
- Get outta the fucking car! - It's my fucking car!
- It's my fucking gun! - Fuck, it's my gun now!
Gimme my fucking gun!
Fuck!
Hands in plain sight! Step out of the vehicle!
Slowly step out of the vehicle.
- Get out of my car. - You so brave, you get outta the car, man.
Turn off the engine. Throw the keys out the window.
You fucking want me? Here I am, you pig fuck!
Lie face down on the ground.
- Spread your arms and legs. - No, you lie face down!
Don't come any closer! Down on your knees!
Fuck you! What are you gonna do? Pull the fucking trigger!
On your knees now!
You get on your knees and suck my fucking dick!
Do I look like I'm fucking joking with you?
That's what you look like, a fucking joke to me.
- This man is making threatening gestures. - Threatening gestures?
You wanna see a threatening gesture? I got a threatening gesture.
- I know this man! I know this man! - Get back.
- Give me some space. I know this guy. - Get outta the way.
Step away.
Give me some goddamn room. I know this guy.
- Man, don't walk up on me! - See what's happening here?
Do you wanna die here, huh? Is that what you want?
'Cause these guys really wanna shoot you.
And the way you're acting, they'll be completely fucking justified.
Fuck you!
Fuck me? I'm not the one who's fucked here. You're the one.
'Cause you're the one whose head's gonna be blown off
- and onto that man's patio. - Officer Hanson, step away.
He's a friend of mine, okay? He's a fucking friend! This man is not armed!
He's not gonna shoot you, me, or anybody else, all right?
So give me two goddamn seconds. Can you do that?
Lower your firearm. Lower your firearm!
You startin' to understand the situation?
What do you want from me?
Unless you think your wife is better off with a husband who has a bloody stump for a head,
I want you to sit on that curb, put your hands on your head
and do nothing until I speak with these officers.
I'm not sittin' on no curb, I'm not puttin' my hands on my head for nobody.
Then stand where you are and keep your hands in sight. Can you do that, huh?
Yeah, I can do that.
Good.
I told this man to stay where he is and keep his hands in plain sight.
This man better be related to you by blood because this is fucking nuts.
I need this favor.
You can check the guy's name, his license. He's got no priors, no warrants.
I need to let him go with a warning.
- What kind of fucking warning? - A harsh warning.
Thank you.
You've been warned. Do you understand me? Do you understand me!
You want something from me? 'Cause I'm right here.
- I'm trying to help you. - I didn't ask for your help, did I?
Go home.
Yeah, that I can do.
Look at me.
You embarrass me.
You embarrass yourself.
Daddy's home!
- What's up? - Give me my money!
- What? What money? - Daddy!
- To pay for my store. Give me my money! - Honey, stay inside. Elizabeth!
Give me my money!
- I want my fucking money! Give me that truck! - That's not my truck!
- Daddy? - Elizabeth!
Hey, you know what? Hey, I got $50. Here.
Fifty dollars? You took everything!
- Mommy? - I'm coming, I'm coming!
- He doesn't have it. - Hasn't got what?
I have it. He doesn't have the impenetrable cloak!
Lara, stay outta the street!
- It's okay, Daddy. - What... What?
I'll protect you.
It's okay. Daddy's okay.
It's a really good cloak.
How's it goin'?
I sent her out for groceries, and that was two hours ago, Carol.
Well, you are one to talk.
You go through, like, six housekeepers a year?
I'm not snapping at you! I am angry.
Yes! At them! Yes!
At them, the police, at Rick, at Maria,
at the dry cleaners who destroyed another blouse today,
at the gardener who keeps over-watering the lawn.
I...
I just thought that...
Carol, I just thought that I would wake up today
and I would feel better, you know?
But I was still mad. And I realized...
I realized that it had nothing to do with my car being stolen.
I wake up like this every morning!
I am angry all the time, and I don't know why.
Carol, I don't know why! And I...
Yeah, yeah, call me back.
Bye.
Really appreciate this.
No problem.
So how long you been out there tonight? It's cold.
Hour maybe.
Big surprise, huh?
Yeah, this ain't exactly "pick up a brother" territory.
True.
So where you headed?
Anywhere the other side of the hill.
I'm goin' to El Segundo.
El Segundo's cool.
You've been there?
Fuck no.
That's some good music.
No, really. I'm startin' to understand it.
Wrote me a country song myself just yesterday.
I'll bet you did.
Whatever.
So what was goin' on in the Valley tonight?
Ice-skatin'.
Love the ice-skatin'.
When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a goalie.
Come on!
What, you... you think that's funny or somethin'?
I think you're having fun.
Yeah. Whatever.
Something else funny?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah? What's that?
People, man. People.
People like me.
No, no, no. I'm not laughin' at you, man.
Yeah, I can see that.
- Why don't you laugh outside? - Why are you gettin' all bent outta shape?
I'm not gettin' bent, man. Just pulling over.
Come on, man, keep drivin'. I said I'm not laughing at you.
And I'm not telling you to get the fuck out of my car.
Why you bein' a fucking jerk? Just drive the car.
I've got a better idea. Get out now.
Fine. You want me to show you? I'll show you.
Get your hands out of your pocket. Put your hands where I can see 'em.
- Who the fuck you think you're talkin' to? - Put your hands where I can see!
You wanna see what's in my hands? I'll show you what's in my fuckin' hands!
Oh, God.
Thank you, Brother Merle. That was Merle Haggard on KYHA.
The scene of country music here in L.A.
It's a cold night, and it's getting colder.
We're giving out tickets to the rodeo coming to the Fairplex in Pomona.
- Hey, you okay? - I'm freezin'.
Shit. I heard it might snow.
- Get outta here. - That's what I heard.
- You got a smoke? - Nah. I quit.
Yeah, me too.
- What do you got? - Dead kid.
Hey, Bob.
Choi Jin Gui! Choi Jin Gui!
- Choi Jin Gui! Choi Jin Gui! - Do you speak English?
I am speaking English, you stupid cow! My husband name Choi Jin Gui!
- Jin Gui! - Ma'am!
Kim Lee.
I thought you were dead. I called every hospital.
It's okay. I'm okay.
I went crazy speeding. I drove into car.
My God. Are you okay?
I got into big fight with poor woman.
I called her names.
Oh, fine. I die from worry
and you laugh.
Thank you for finding me.
- Will you do something for me? - Anything.
Go to the locker.
No, next one.
In my wallet, there's a check.
Bring it here.
Oh, I get it. When I said get me a black Lincoln Navigator,
you thought I said get me a white piece of shit panel van.
- Fine, fine. Just give me whatever for it. - You should see this.
I'll take the van.
They're chained to the van.
So I'll take them too.
You wanna buy these Chinamen?
Don't be ignorant. They're Thai or Cambodian.
Entirely different kind of chinks.
- What the hell are you gonna do with 'em? - Sell 'em. What you think?
I'll give you 500 apiece, and you can keep the van.
Oh, no!
No! No!
This is Dorri.
My baby. My poor baby!
Mom.
I promise you... I promise I'm gonna find out who did this, Mom.
Oh, I already know.
You did.
I asked you to find your brother, but you were busy.
We weren't much good to you anymore, were we?
You got things to do. You go ahead. I'll sign the papers.
I wanna stay.
I just wanna wait with my baby.
He came home.
Did you know that?
My little boy.
When I was sleepin',
he brought me groceries.
It's the last thing he did.
What happened?
What did you do?
I shoot a little girl.
What?
No, she's okay. She's...
She's... Here.
The gun shoot her, but she's okay, Dorri.
Nothing happened.
She's my...
What are you talking about, Daddy?
My angel.
My angel!
She came to protect me.
To protect us!
You understand?
Take this. Please.
Take it.
Hey! Hey!
Everything is okay, Dorri.
It's okay.
Okay, Daddy.
Okay.
Jean?
- Rick? - Yeah. What's wrong.
I fell down the stairs.
- Are you all right? - I tried calling you.
I couldn't get through to anyone. Not...
Not Kath, not Marge, not Julie.
I'm getting in the elevator. I'll be in my car. I'll be home in 20 minutes.
It's okay. Maria drove me to emergency. It's just a bad sprain.
Carol was the only one that was home and
she said she couldn't come get me because she was getting a massage.
That's because she's a bitch.
She's been my friend for ten years.
All right, honey. Feel better.
I'll be there soon.
I love you.
I love you too.
Miss Jean.
Would you like to sit up?
Here. Good!
Do you wanna hear something funny?
What, Mrs. Jean?
You're the best friend I've got.
Hi.
I love you.
All right.
Everybody out, man. You're free to go.
All right, come on.
Come on now! This is America. Time is money. Chop, chop!
Come on, y'all.
Come on.
That's $40.
Buy everybody chop suey. You understand?
Dopey fucking Chinaman.
Oh, my God! What the hell is wrong with you?
Uh-uh! Don't talk to me unless you speak American!