"Previously on Training Day..." "I need hard evidence of Frank Rourke's corruption." "I went to see Jack Rawls the other day." "He represented Teflon." "He claimed he was in the employ of a dirty cop." "Was it you?" "And my dad?" "No." "I tracked the money from Lockhart's fund as far as I could." "She's paying a private investigation firm in Mexico." "Who the hell would Lockhart be looking for in Mexico?" "Your name isn't Ivers." "I'd say you're CIA working in the Continental United States." "I don't know, but it cost your dad his life." "Back off Billy Craig's murder." "If you keep digging, it's not gonna end well." "Not for you, not for anyone you care for." "You're gonna want to judge me." "When the media gets ahold of this, when the worst scandal in the history of the department breaks, when they're handing down the indictments... you're gonna hear my name over and over." "Accusations of brutality." "Corruption." "Murder." "And you're gonna want to judge me." "But, hey, you've come this far." "All I'm asking is... wait till you hear the rest of it." "I think you owe me that much." "What's all this?" "Ivers said Boudreau was stabbed, right?" "So how the hell did those terrorists get close enough if Ivers was watching his back?" "'Cause Ivers stabbed Boudreau." "You really think the special agent in charge of the FBI's L.A. office was murdered by a renegade agent from Homeland Security?" "Homeland Security might carry Ivers on their books, but I think he's CIA." "CIA can't operate on American soil, so he's hiding inside an agency that can." "To what end?" "Ivers came to see me last night." "Told me to stop investigating Billy's murder or else." "Why would Ivers know anything about my father?" "I don't know, but he's about to tell me, even if he doesn't know it yet." "Ivers isn't some gangbanger you can scare into snitching on his homies, Frank." "Guy's a professional." "He's the first solid lead I've had in 10 years." "I'll be damned I'm gonna let him just disappear." "Hang on." "Frank." "If someone sent Ivers to warn us off, that means we're getting close." "Something we've brushed up against made these people nervous enough to break cover." "Ivers is the muscle." "The real lead is behind us somewhere." "Before we make a run at Ivers, let me look back and see what we did to trigger him in the first place." "Kyle, you know where I am on this, what I think it's doing to you." "I can't." "I can't walk away." "And what if you don't find the answers you're looking for?" "I have to." "Aah!" "I'm in pain!" "I'm in pain!" "Aah!" "Get up." "What you mean, Get up, man?" "!" "I'ma call 1-800-Accidentes, man." "You just hit me with a car, dawg!" "Unless you wanna fix this another way." "Couple hundred should do it to the chiropractor." "Yeah." "What you think?" "Guess again." "Guess again?" "G-Guess again?" "!" "Hold up, man." "Let me tell you something, man." "I ain't playing here." "I got..." "I got whiplash, homie!" "It's all right up in here, in this section, man." "Whiplash is an injury to the neck." "Yeah." "Yeah, must be, back-lash, that's right, or something new that just came out." "You know what, man?" "Everybody's gotta make a living." "I get that." "I do." "But you picked the wrong car, Ese." "You didn't see the government plates, did you?" "You must be new at this game." "Or stupid." "Nah." "We got the right car, Ese." " That's what so stupid about it!" " That's a joke." "It is stupid." " Gentlemen." " Yeah." "Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I..." "Then don't, rookie." "I'm not a rookie." "I'm a detective." "Pardon me, detective." "Yeah." "You've got, what?" "Um... don't tell me." "No, no, don't tell me." "Um... three years on the job?" "Maybe?" "Two and change." "Stan never misses." "You're here about some wild-ass conspiracy theory, right?" "Biggest case of your short-ass career." "How could you possibly know that?" "You're wearing it." "It's all over your face." "Hot on the trail for some monster." "Trying to open up the lid of that coffin and put a stake through the heart." "Well, maybe I already have." "You're Tim Wallace, right?" "You were the first cop on the scene at my father's murder." "Detective Billy Craig." "Boyle Heights, 2004." "Don't act like you don't remember." "Give us a moment, okay?" "Come here." "Department wrote the whole thing off as a botched robbery, but I know that was a crock, a cover up." "What, you think?" "Look." "We were busting your balls over there, but listen, your old man was a good cop, Kyle, one of the best." "Never doubt that." "What they did to him was wrong." "Who's they?" "They." "I mean, what, you want names and addresses?" "'Cause I don't have 'em." "Nobody does." "For good reason." "Forget the guy on the grassy knoll." "These are the guys who sent him." "You know, you climb high enough, you get to a place where there's no difference between cops and criminals." "No nations, no borders." "That's where you'll find them." "But, brother, I wouldn't recommend it." "What happened that night?" "I responded to a shots-fired call." "Your dad was dead when I got there." "You see anything?" "Something out of place?" "A parked car?" "Anything?" "No, not a damn thing." "Except..." "Billy had written something on his wrist." "I always thought that it was a partial plate or something, but the investigation never went anywhere because somebody upstairs didn't want it solved." "Whole thing made me sick." "That's when I pulled the pin." "I work private security now." "You talk to Billy's partner?" "He's got to know something." "His partner?" "Yeah." "Frank Rourke." "When I got there, Rourke was with him." "Wait." "Frank was there with my dad when he died?" "He told me he was at Hollenbeck and First." "He was waiting for my father." "Look, I don't know anything about Hollenbeck and First, but..." "Frank was with your Dad when I pulled up, all right?" "Said Billy died in his arms." "Then why wasn't Frank's name in the report?" "You listed everyone else." "Frank said that they were off the books." "I-I figured that he and Billy had been out capering." "W-Whatever they got up to, it was none of my business, and I didn't want any part of it, so I kept Frank's name..." "What, are you Batman now?" "Nah, homie." "Hold up, man." "Batman don't kill people, man, or steal dope money or plant evidence, or..." "Shut it." "You know how this works, Ivers." "You want information." "I want off this building." "How do we resolve this?" "We start by you telling me who killed Billy Craig." "Craig died 13 years ago!" "I was in Managua at the time." "No!" "No!" "No!" "Aah!" "You got to know something." "Look, I'm a shooter." "I'm not a planner." "They tell me where to go and what to do, not why." "I don't need to know, I don't want to know." "I told you, man, they make the omelets, I break the eggs." "Poor choice of words, Humpty Dumpty." "No!" "No!" "Who are they?" "Who sent you?" "What, you think I walk into a big office, and M hands me a file?" "It doesn't work that way." "There's cutouts, redundancies." "They don't want me to know where the orders are coming from." "Nobody gets the whole picture to prevent us from giving it all up in the event some nutjob dangles us from a rooftop!" "No!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "I'm getting awfully tired of holding this." "Okay." "Okay." "Detective Craig has a key." "They want it." "They've been after it for years." "So you've been watching us." "They thought the key was lost forever until your dumb-ass partner started wearing it around his neck." "Then why not just kill us both and take it?" "Because there's two." "There's two keys." "It's a match set." "They want 'em both." "For what?" "What do they open?" "That's way above my pay grade, pal." "Hey, Frank." "Didn't you say this guy used to work for Home Depot?" "Homeland Security." "Homeland Security." "Well, that's kind of funny, man." "This right here says he works at the State Department." "He's with the State Department." "We just killed a Fed, man." "Tell your bosses I don't scare easy." "A deep voice and a Kenny Loggins beard won't quite do the trick." "I actually feel sorry for you, you dumb son of a bitch." "I was trying to do you a favor, warning you off of this thing." "You're gonna wish to God you'd listened to me." "Enjoy the ride." "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah." "Training Day 1x12 Air Date 10 June 2017." "That's Agent Ivers' ID." "I know." "I took it off of him." "We don't want to know how, do we?" "Probably not." "So what's your beef with Ivers?" "He told me to step off of Billy's murder." "So naturally, you're gonna do the opposite." "And that's an all-access pass to the State Department Field Office." "What are we looking for?" "Anything you can get your hands on." "So you want us to break into a federal facility, impersonate a government agent, and steal confidential documents?" "Hell, Frank, I thought you were gonna ask us to do something stupid." "There's a catch." "Badge says State Department, but I think it's a CIA front." "Well, that's not the catch, Frank." "That's the fun." "You know I can't stand that stuff, man." "Come on." "Did a lot of panty-diving in the backseat to this song." "Well, don't get no ideas, 'cause I ain't even really here, man." "So you wanna talk about the dead elephant in the room?" "Do we have to?" "We both know where you're headed." "It was right in front of us the whole time." "We just didn't see it." "Chasing this got me killed, Frankie." "I don't want my boy to suffer the same fate." "I won't let that happen." "How long have you known?" "I'm late for a meeting." "I asked you a question." "How long have I known what?" "That Frank was there at the scene the night my dad was killed." "I suspected." "Couldn't prove it." "Who told you?" "You first, Deputy Chief." "Did you knowingly put me in the car next to the man who murdered my father?" "I put you in a car with Frank, hoping you'd bring me something I could leverage to get him to tell me what he knows about Billy's murder." "And you've been stringing me along because Frank has got you twisted up, convinced you need him." "If you have proof that Frank lied about his whereabouts that night, for the sake of your father, don't keep it to yourself." "So you can send Frank to prison?" "So we can solve Billy's murder." "You signed off on Water Street, knowing Frank and my dad planted that gun on Teflon." "Now, Teflon's dead, my father's dead." "Funny..." "Frank's the last one who can testify to your involvement." "You better watch your ass, boy." "That's why you want him gone, isn't it?" "It's not because of my father's murder, it's because you're always thinking beyond this desk." "A political career, maybe, and Frank could tank it for you." "I'm bringing in Frank on the murder of Billy Craig, based on a statement from a Confidential Reliable Informant, confidential being the operative word here." "I won't cooperate." "I won't play your games anymore, Joy." "Really?" "Did you ever consider the fact that I'm the only one who knows you're undercover?" "You're off the books." "Far as the rest of the world's concerned, you're just another rogue cop in Frank's SIS." "Now, bring Frank in, or go to prison with the rest of them." "It matters not to me." "Here." "Let me help you with that." "How do you know how to do this?" "I've been tying Frank's tie since I was 14, every time he went to court, which was a lot." "Yeah." "You clean up nice." "Not sure about the man bun, though." "You clear on what you're doing?" "No." "I'm not, Bec." "We're partners, right?" "So that's all there is." "You and me kicking down doors, watching each others' backs." "And I thought that would be enough, I really did, but it's not..." "I mean, are you clear on what we're doing here?" "The mission." "Yeah." "Totally." "Good." "Because getting caught doesn't end in arrest, Tommy." "It ends with a 21-gun salute." "Well, I'm not gonna get caught." "This is Frank." "I don't check messages, so don't leave one." "Hey." "You wanna tell me what the hell is going on?" "What are you talking about?" "Lockhart just asked me to assemble SWAT to bring in Frank, which will likely result in a massacre." "She can do that?" "She's on the phone with Judge Harrington right now, getting a telephonic warrant for Frank's arrest based on some tip from a confidential informant." "And all this after you paid one of your weekly visits to her office." "You are not his trainee." "You are Lockhart's snitch." "It's not that simple, Val." "My Dad was Frank's partner." "This is about your father's murder." "Wait." "You really think Frank had something to do with it?" "I honestly don't know." "Well, look, I am a homicide detective, right?" "Maybe I can help you." "I don't know who to trust anymore, so I'm not gonna trust anyone." "He give you anything?" "He's young." "He's not stupid." " I'm in." " What do you see?" "Nothing." "Paint a picture with words, dude." "No, I mean, literally nothing." "No desks, no people." "They're gone." "Some black bag stuff, Bec." "Whatever Ivers was doing here, he pulled up stakes." "He's getting ready to go back underground." "He's gearing up for something big." "We gotta find Frank." "He called me that night." "Said he had something by the tail." "I was supposed to meet him at Hollenbeck and First in Boyle Heights." "He never made it." "Step away from the body." "Put the gun down, Kyle." "We got work to do." "Come on, quit screwing around and help me look." "Look for what?" "This." "Go ahead." "Compare 'em." "They're a match set." "That's right." "Now we can finally finish what your old man started." "I just handed you the biggest lead in your dad's case, and you're looking at me like you got a load in your diapers." "You lied to me, Frank." "I know you were there when my dad died." "I didn't lie." "I put my ass on the line paving yellow bricks for you." "I gave you Water Street." "That was the beginning." "The beginning of what?" "The beginning of the end." "Your dad and I were convinced." "Teflon killed a cop named Jeff Kern." "I didn't know Kern well, but he was one of us, so we weren't gonna let Teflon walk." "And we made damn sure he didn't." "You killed a cop, Teflon, which means you're going away for good!" "You can't put that on me!" "Hell we can't." "Your prints are all over the murder weapon." "Plus all the gunshot residue." "Aah!" "Lockhart signed off on the report that put him away." "This is the last time." "Teflon swore he didn't shoot Kern." "Told us some fairytale about working for a dirty cop." "Hell, we knew he had been one of Alonzo Harris' informants, but Alonzo had been dead for years when all this went down." "So we just figured Teflon was trying to sell us some magic beans." "But then Teflon's killed on his first day at Twin Towers." "Not killed, assassinated." "Got Billy thinking that maybe old Teflon was telling the truth after all." "That's what brought him to the Crypt Keeper here." "Said he was gonna tell Billy what really went down on Water Street." "Come on, man!" "Come on!" "Get him up!" "Wait here." "Let's make this quick." "I got 50 bucks on the little guy." "You're the one asking around about Teflon..." "Gangbanger who killed that cop down on Water Street." "I don't care about Teflon." "I want to know who killed Officer Kern." "I'm thinking the shooter's still out there." "Hey, you're good." "Should have seen that coming." "Hell, no." "We just killed a Fed, man." "Says here he's with the State Department." "State Department my ass." "You saw how he handled himself." "This guy's a Spook." "And he came here to kill you." "Brother, whatever this is, we don't want any part of it." "It's La Fraternidad." "They set me up." "La Fraternidad?" "They put me in contact with this guy, Frankie." "Why's the cartel in bed with the CIA?" "I don't know." "But right now, we got 300 people out there, so we sure as hell can't move him." "Then we won't move him." "So we put the body in the wall and agreed to forget all about it." "Only my dad wouldn't let it go." "Two weeks later, he's calling me, frantic, asking to meet him here." "Meet me at Hollenbeck and First." "Code 2 High." "I got something by the tail here, man, something big, and there's teeth at the other end, man." "You said he never made it." "He didn't." "By the time I found your dad, he had bled out." "Why didn't you tell me this before?" "'Cause you weren't ready to hear it." "He was coming back here for the second key." "But we still don't know what they open." "Take a closer look, rook." "The serial number's not scraped off of this one." "We can find out what they open." "Bingo." "But first things first." "We got to get rid of this body again." "Sorry, Kyle." "Nobody gets out of this one clean." "On two." "One, two." "Don't move!" "Joy." "Let me see your hands, Frank." "Didn't know you still carried a piece." "Remember how to use it?" "Want to find out, sucker?" "You didn't check for a tracker?" "I didn't think I had to." "You're relieved of duty, Detective Craig." "It's the best I can do for you." "And you, you're coming with me." "On what charge?" "Murder." "Lockhart, listen." "You want to go down as an accomplice?" "Leave the kid out of this." "You got no one to blame but yourself." " Yeah, how's that?" " You had me sign off on that Water Street abortion to cover your ass." "You lied about all of it." "It wasn't Teflon who killed Jeff Kern, was it, Frank, any more than Billy's murder was a botched robbery." "The same dirty cop killed them both." "That's what you think?" "You think I killed Billy?" "Teflon was your unregistered informant." "You had Billy plant that gun on him to protect yourself." "What, am I conscious?" "Billy kept digging, didn't he, Frank?" "He wouldn't let it go." "And you were afraid that he'd work his way back around to you." "Find out that it was you that had Teflon murdered." "The Cartel killed Teflon." "And you're the one who's been funneling cash into Mexico." "I know about your slush fund." "What are you paying for, Joy?" "I was looking for answers, for your connection to the head of La Fraternidad." "Guys." "Stay out of this!" "El Jaguar?" "I nailed the guy's wife." "That's the connection, Joy." "Beauty Queen." "Miss Jalisco." "Ass like a couple of dogs fighting under a blanket." "Hey, you asked." "Get away from the door!" "I'm assuming they're not with you." "Still a brilliant detective." "Then who the hell are they?" "!" "Don't think this is over for one second, Frank." "Over?" "Hell, it's just getting good." "Clear." "What?" "Let's get the hell out of here." "We got shooters on the second floor." "More coming from the entrance." "You take the catwalk, Trainee." "Try to keep 'em off our backs." " You ready?" " Are you?" "Hell, yeah." "Go." "Come on, Trainee." "Thank you." "Aah!" "Good as you remember?" "Nothing ever is." "Having said that, though..." "My turn." "Come on, come on." "Wakey, wakey." "Let's go." "Who are these guys?" "Well, they're not the Salvation Army." "Ivers, your kill team's toast, pal." "That the best you got?" "Ivers?" "Those guys are just the first wave, Frank." "The Red Shirts." "Cannon fodder." "And you were pissed I let her put a tracker on my car?" "Ivers played you." "He was after the second key the whole time." "You led him right to it." "What keys?" "What is he talking about?" "Okay, here's the deal-e-o, Frank." "You walk out with the keys," "Kyle and Lockhart live to tell the tale." "However, I am not extending that opportunity to you, you prick." "I got a better idea." "Why don't you nut up and come up here in yourself, we'll settle this man-to-man?" "You think you're some kind of latter-day gunslinger, Frank." "You're just a redneck with a drinking problem and a streak of dumb luck." "But that's about to run out." "She's hit!" "Detective Craig, those are some keen observation skills." "She's gonna bleed out if we stay here." "Come on." "I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail." "This is gonna hurt, but I need you to get up." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Come on." "Aah." "Aah." "Okay." "Okay, okay, okay." "I want to see a cloud of pink mist where that bastard used to be." "You go to be kidding me." "Son of a bitch!" "I had him." "Get the truck." "Lockhart's been hit." "Lockhart?" "What the hell's she doing here?" "Careful with her." "Easy." "Sit her down." "Get her over here." "Set her down easy." "She's bleeding." "Easy." "You didn't kill Billy, did you?" "No." "And you're not protecting his killers." "Unh-unh." "Then what are we squabbling about?" "Thank you, Frank." "For what?" "I feel like a cop again." "Hang in there." "They're here." "We need to find out what those keys open before Ivers does." "I'm done, Frank." "What do you want, Kyle?" "An apology?" "Five months I had to ride around this city with my own personal drill instructor berating me at every turn." "And I put up with it." "I went along with all your crazy-ass schemes." "I even covered for you." "Because you made me believe I needed you to solve my father's murder." "But you just walk into a trap because you won't listen to me or anyone." "Well, this is where I get off, Training Officer." "Thanks, but I got it from here." "I don't need you anymore, Frank." "Hey!" "You know what?" "I did lie when I said you had your father's magic in you." "You're nothing like him." "Your Dad wasn't a coward." "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Hey!" "Wait!" "What the hell's wrong with you two?" "!" "I should have turned you in to Lockhart the day I met you!" "What does he mean by that?" "Just mouthing off." "So Kyle was a spy for Lockhart." "Because I asked you about him, and you straight-up lied." "And I thought we don't do that to each other." "I was trying to protect you." "By exposing us to Lockhart?" "I had to play the long game if I was ever gonna find out what happened to Billy." "Billy is gone!" "Tommy and I are still here!" "You should have told us, Frank." "That's not for you to decide." "I'm your boss." "I thought you were more than that." "What?" "She's not my kid, Tommy." "You can't treat people like this, Frank, especially not her." "You stay the hell away from Rebecca, you hear me?" "She's already been through enough." "I'm sorry." "I-I should have called." "What happened to you?" "I got in a fight... with Frank." "Okay." "Sit down." "I'm done with Frank." "I'm done." "I want to fix things." "I want to be here for you, for us." "It's too late." "Baby." "I'm staying at my mother's for awhile." "Wait." "I'm tired of waiting, Kyle." "I hope you find whatever answers you're looking for." "I really do." "Alyse." "I'm sorry." "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Hey!" "What the hell's wrong with you?" "!"