"gordon shaw, age 41, actor." "found dead by the maid at 2 a. m. in the pool house." "cause of death?" "cause of death?" "doesn't say." "what do you mean it doesn't say?" "look at the size of that driveway, my word." "what did he die of?" "doesn't say." "that's supposed to be the most thorough book available." "let me see that." "fritz, how did gordon shaw die?" "autoerotic asphyxiation." "what in the world is that?" "doesn't say." "here we go with the phone." "brenda leigh, i thought you said you were taking the day off." "i did." "hi, sergeant gabriel." "yes?" "angel one clear." "a-14 clear." "i can't believe i left my mother alone with fritz for the whole day." "she'll be fine." "i'm not worried about my mother." "hold on to your hats, chief." "we got a gang related shooting." "in this neighborhood?" "no." "and, uh, your buddy's here again." "i'm used to commander taylor showing up at our crime scenes." "what are we doing showing up at one of his?" "3 victims." "automatically a priority." "2 dead, 1 over at county, and, uh, by the way, taylor knows one of the victims." "ok. who wants to catch me up?" "i ran the plates." "the suv is registered to a ronald talmadge, 44, of ladera heights." "paramedics saved flynn here the, uh, ids they got off the occupants." "driver was wesley talmadge." "black, 19." "probably the owner's son." "passenger in the front, myra singleton." "also black, also 19." "driver's license says she's from san diego." "and our survivor?" "theresa hoover." "white. 20." "she's in surgery right now." "so who reported this?" "some old lady." "couple of blocks away." "called in as shots fired." "casings are from a tech-9." "my guess... they started shooting from about here." "pop-pop-pop-pop." "then they drove off, or ran." "deputy chief johnson." "nice of you to cut your vacation short." "it was only a day off, commander." "i understand you knew the victim." "go ahead." "i know his father." "only met wesley a couple of times." "good kid." "sorry, commander." "i know what this looks like, chief." "this kid's no gangster." "so i'd take it as a personal favor if you give this case all the energy you give to your high profile victims." "i give all my energy to all my cases." "that's my job." "no need to consider it a favor." "well... i know his parents will appreciate it." "any weapons in the car?" "nothing visible." "we're waiting for s. i. d." "to give it the once over, then we'll bring it down to the lab." "ok." "it's all yours." "thank you." "so what is a good kid like wesley doing in a place like this?" "he was in a gang neighborhood driving a car with "shoot me" written all over it." "yeah, figueroa leads right into the university." "the kid's from ladera up the hill." "he's got to go through this neighborhood to get to school." "maybe he just got caught up in a random drive by." "i'm not a big fan of random." "got shot in the head. probably never saw it coming." "anybody see anything?" "everyone saw everything and no one saw nothing." "this is 5-3 territory 48th up to gage." "5-3 and 6-deuce are in a gang war." "and this whole thing looks like a standard issue gang hit." "please get in touch with gang intelligence and have them round up the most active 6-deuces." "and then pull all the reports of gang shootings over the past couple of weeks. lieutenant tao, please finish processing the scene." "find out what we can about the weapons involved." "lieutenant flynn, i'd like you to head on over to county." "i want someone there when theresa hoover gets out of surgery." "and lieutenant provenza, if you could get in touch with... san diego county sheriff's department for the notification of myra singleton's parents." "we'll handle the talmadges." "thank you, everyone." "thank you very much." "man, this notification has got to be one of the hardest parts of your job, huh?" "it is. but i'm not doing my job today." "you are." "brenda: we need them to talk to us." "so don't say you're from homicide. just say l. a. p. d." "when people see you at their door, and you say homicide, you lose them." "and any chance of learning something useful." "hello, mrs. talmadge?" "i'm detective gabriel." "l. a. p. d." "detective johnson." "ask if anyone else is there." "just in case they pass out when they hear the news." "i had a single mother once who fainted." "slammed her head on the coffee table, and i was stuck waiting for an ambulance with a bleeding, unconscious woman." "is, uh, is there anyone else at home, ma'am?" "my husband is in the kitchen." "why, is there something wrong?" "what's going on?" "is there something wrong?" "is it wesley?" "answer any question they have with another question." "you need to find out if they saw their son." "might even tell us something about their relationship with him." "maybe even who he hangs out with." "sir, have you seen or talked to your son today?" "i haven't seen him." "he came by earlier to borrow the car, but we were out, why?" "what's going on?" "what is this?" "is he ok?" "please, tell me that wesley is ok." "how you say it is up to you." "there was a shooting this afternoon off of figueroa, and your son wesley was involved." "oh!" "and i'm very sorry to say that he did not make it." "once you tell them, watch closely." "how they react." "what's the first thing they think of." "you're lying." "no, you are lying!" "no, but-- he's lying!" "this is all your fault!" "no, baby, wait!" "i told you this would happen!" "take it easy." "take it easy." "get away from me!" "it's all your fault!" "now, get ready." "you're about to become the main character in the story of someone's worst day ever." "it's your fault!" "it's your fault!" "take it easy." "i ain't heard nothing about no shooting." "you ain't heard about a black escalade taking 40 rounds" "10 blocks from your building?" "nothing." "it wasn't us, man." "we didn't do it." "and we ain't about to lose no sleep over it either." "ain't no shame in poppin' no 5-trey." "hey!" "where's my lawyer?" "my ass hurts sitting' down here." "hey, you my johnny or what?" "hey, where you going?" "do you know how to count?" "what's with the upstanding citizen convention in the hall?" "i had the gang squad haul in the most active 6-deuces." "we think this might have been some kind of tit for tat in their war with the 5-3s." "is that the official legal term for revenge killing now, "tit for tat?"" "trying to find out the connection between wesley talmadge and the 5-3s." "commander taylor tells me there is no connection." "well, tell him to leave the evidence proving that on my desk." "sanchez:" "take off your shoe." "oh, i love when he does this." "you ain't got nothing on me." "i don't even have to tell you nothin'." "take off your shoe." "you kicked me." "you have the right to-- wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, man, wait." "ok, ok." "ok." "it's good to see you're having a positive effect on your people." "is this talmadge boy a 5-3?" "i don't know, man." "wait, wait, wait, wait." "is this talmadge kid a 5-3?" "look, man." "i don't have nothing 'cause it ain't nothing to give." "people brag about this kind of thing." "especially 187 on a 5-trey." "ain't nobody sayin' nothin'." "i'll make it up to you, fritz, i swear." "no. no, no." "i'll probably be late." "i'm sorry." "bye." "ok, what do we know about the boy?" "uh, teachers liked him." "played high school soccer." "he, uh, got into u. s. c." "on grades and his sats." "never been arrested." "never had a traffic ticket." "kid was clean as a safeway chicken." "what about the murder weapon?" "slugs and casings all came from the same gun." "tech-9." "what about wesley, any weapons?" "no weapons in the vehicle or on his person." "also, nothing registered to wesley or his parents." "what about the parents?" "well, it's just that when we did the notification, mrs. talmadge seemed to put the blame on the father." "she kept saying, "this is your fault. this is your fault. "" "maybe someone thought they were shooting at the father." "or the girlfriend." "it's not just the boys get caught up in these wars." "i don't know. this is-- this is a good kid." "lots of friends." "dean's list at u. s. c." "now myra singleton's the type of girl that a guy takes home to meet his mother." "only one little problem." "myra singleton wasn't the girlfriend." "theresa hoover was." "theresa's still sedated, but her roommate was there." "wesley and theresa have been dating for 5 months." "everyone thinking what i'm thinking?" "where did i put my glasses?" "thank you for coming." "have a seat." "we're tired." "we haven't slept." "we've got a funeral to plan." "family in the house." "do you have news about who killed our son?" "uh, nothing i can share just yet." "but, uh, it would be very helpful if you could just clarify a few things." "um, lynn, the other day, you said that this was ronald's fault." "what did you mean by that?" "i didn't know what i was saying." "i don't remember anything after... after he told me that... my baby... was dead." "lynn wanted wesley to go to a small college away from l. a." "she wanted to protect him from all the gangs and drugs." "i encouraged him to go to u. s. c." "it's where i went to school." "does wesley know anyone who was involved with gangs?" "absolutely not." "not all young black men turn into gangsters." "we brought wesley up to stay away from those kind of people, and he always has." "i'm not trying to make him into something he's not." "i'm trying to find who took your son from you." "and that's gonna require me finding out everything i can about your family." "you two had, uh, 2 vehicles registered in your name." "ahem. the escalade and the acura sedan." "which--which one did you usually drive?" "the acura's lynn's, i drive the escal-- wait a minute, you-- you think they were trying to kill me?" "we have to look at all the possibilities." "your company did a lot of good in some very bad neighborhoods." "a lot of gangs have a vested interest in things staying bad." "how often did wesley use your car?" "well, he has-- he had his own." "a camry." "but it's-- it's getting old, so he would borrow our escalade sometimes on the weekend or, you know, to take his girlfriend out." "how well did you know wesley's girlfriend?" "you know boys." "always embarrassed by their parents." "so you never met theresa." "theresa?" "theresa hoover." "wesley's girlfriend." "theresa and wesley were just friends from english class." "who told you they were dating?" "her roommate." "would wesley have any reason to think that you two wouldn't approve?" "to be honest?" "if i knew wesley was in an interracial relationship, i'd be more worried for him than happy." "i mean, there are a lot of people out there who still can't see past black and white." "is that what you think might have happened here?" "i don't know yet." "but i--i have to wonder if he kept this a secret, what else was he keeping from you?" "all right." "we'll be there in about 20 minutes." "great." "theresa hoover is awake, and the doctor said she's getting her strength back." "good. listen, i'd really appreciate it if you didn't mention anything about fritz." "you didn't tell your mom about fritz?" "of course i told my mom about fritz." "just not some of the details." "and i don't have time to tell you which one, so let's just leave them all out, ok?" "ok, is there anything else i should avoid?" "uh, politics, religion." "the atlanta braves." "vegetarianism." "just smile and wave, ok?" "ok." "hey, mama.|" "hey." "oh, mama. what have you been doing in here?" "cleaning." "i haven't had the courage to tackle the bedroom yet." "you didn't need to do all this." "well, somebody did." "and you've been working all day." "where'd i put my glasses?" "besides, a person can't walk anywhere in this city." "that's why i rented you a car." "well, i don't trust l. a. drivers." "everybody's always talking on their portable telephones." "any mail?" "oh." "we didn't meet individually at the police station." "i'm willie rae johnson." "brenda's mother, and you are?" "uh, sergeant, uh..." "david gabriel." "nice to meet you." "mama, have you seen my glasses?" "no, dear. sorry." "try your room." "ok." "so... david gabriel." "yes, ma'am." "i spent a lovely day yesterday with brenda's friend fritz." "do you know him?" "glasses... hey." "so i checked into your murder with some of my guys." "they know the 5-3, 6-deuces pretty well." "consensus is this was a clear case of retribution in their war." "well, so far, i can't find any evidence that wesley talmadge was even in a gang." "look, brenda, i know taylor wants to believe that talmadge was an altar boy, but everything about this shooting points to a not very original conclusion." "the kid was a weekend gangster." "he got shot for it." "you're right." "that's not very original." "by the way, have you seen my glasses?" "maybe you left 'em at my house." "oh, no, wait." "i don't have a house." "i live out of a u-haul." "honestly, mrs. johnson, your, uh, your daughter and i don't discuss too much personal stuff." "but surely you've met him." "i don't think so, no." "you've never met him?" "no." "that's funny because fritz said that he's worked a couple of cases with your squad." "oh, agent howard." "oh, his name is fritz?" "uh-huh." "that's a great name, fritz." "mama, i can't find my glasses anywhere." "oh... here. borrow mine." "oh, thank you." "mm-hmm." "there's nothing to read in this house anyway." "hey... ok." "we, um, we met in an english seminar." "modern poetry." "he came up to me after the first class." "he was really funny, and, uh... he asked me to go to dinner and to see a movie." "he was really into movies." "dinner and a movie." "is that where the two of you were headed?" "no." "i read about this new club downtown." "wesley liked to take his dad's car to that kind of thing." "so we went over to his parents' house in the afternoon to pick it up." "what was myra singleton doing with you?" "yeah." "well, we were just kind of in the habit of bringing along a third." "especially in certain neighborhoods." "because?" "well, because people aren't exactly supportive of interracial relationships." "you two ever had trouble because of that before?" "sometimes." "the way people looked at us." "the things they would say." "is that why you didn't tell wesley's parents about the two of you?" "i wanted to." "i mean, i--i met them, and i liked them, but... he was worried." "you know, he thought they might not react that well." "um, did wesley or any of his friends ever mention anything about gangs?" "wesley mostly stayed away from people that were into that." "can you remember any details about the shooting?" "we were just driving along, and i heard this guy yelling from the next car." "he was swearing, and, uh, wesley slowed down to try to let him pass, and then, i heard him scream," ""this is from everyone. "" "and then, i don't know, i guess he just started shooting." "it was so loud, and... i'm sorry, i'm sorry." "i'm sorry." "oh, sweetie." "oh, god." "sweetie, oh, sweetie... i'm so sorry." "the guy yelled, "this is from everyone"?" "i mean, you think this whole thing is some sort of racist political statement?" "the official legal term is "hate crime. "" "what if she heard him wrong?" "what do you mean?" "maybe he didn't yell, "from everyone. "" "there's over 200 gangs in l. a." "there's 35 in this area alone." "what if he yelled, from 4-1, or from 8-1." "you see, a gangster will yell out his territory before he pulls the trigger, so that you know who's sending bullets your way." "and we're looking at a feud between the 6-deuces and the 5-treys, well, what if the shooter was from a different gang?" "any recent incidents in these other gang territories?" "two weeks ago, we got a shots fired report on 2 kids, 14 years old, a couple of 8-1s." "someone shot at them from a moving black suv." "lieutenant tao, would you please get me a full incident report of that shooting and anything else about the 8-1s and then, i'd like to take a look around that neighborhood and see if anyone will talk to me." "6-deuces, 8-1s, eleventy-4s." "how can they keep straight who's shooting at who?" "well, lieutenant provenza, maybe they can't." "at about 8:30 p. m." "on the tenth, 2 14-year-old boys were leaving this apartment here when a black suv screeches around this corner and opens fire." "let's see." "one kid got lucky, the other one, not so much." "he's paralyzed from the waist down." "witnesses reported between 10 and 15 rounds were fired." "brenda: what else did the witnesses report?" "one guy swore the suv was dark blue, but everybody else said black." "there was a girl who was pretty sure it was a navigator." "one of the kid's cousins gave chase for a few blocks, but gave up when he realized his little cousin was on the ground." "hey. don't touch that." "the guy that gave chase, did the report list his given name or a nickname?" "given." "lawrence oakley." "i got a feeling wesley's shooters are a couple of gangsters named pookie and little devil." "why do you say that?" "'cause they signed their confession right here on the wall." "187. that's murder." "b, crossed out. that means dead bloods." "5-3 with a slash through it." "that indicates a specific territory." "u. s. c. , slash through it." "that's our victim." "names above it, pookie, little devil, those are our shooters." "they're telling the world how they got revenge on the 5-3 for shooting at their 8-1 brothers." "pookie has a pretty long record." "selling drugs. assault." "a bunch of misdemeanors." "but he's pretty high up in the 8-1 organization." "is this in focus?" "oh, buzz, bless you." "will pookie tell us anything?" "we got a better shot at little devil." "he'd be afraid to let his brothers down." "but he's never done any time." "anyone have a quarter?" "yeah, why?" "can i borrow it for a minute, please?" "thank you." "which one of you is lawrence?" "then, you must be michael." "ok, boys." "here's the situation." "we know that the two of you murdered 2 people and wounded a third" "2 days ago." "we know this because you basically signed your confession on the wall of your cousin's apartment building in spray paint." "not smart, but probably not enough to get a conviction, so i need one of you to talk." "one driver, one shooter, one deal." "all you have to do is tell me you were driving." "ok. i understand that it could be a bit awkward selling out your friend to his face, so... call it in the air." "heads." "it's tails." "detective sanchez, will you please escort lawrence here to interview room two." "thank you." "let's go." "well, michael." "looks like pookie's gonna get the first chance." "you better hope he's stubborn." "and stupid." "we've been in here half an hour." "ain't you gonna ask me anything?" "well, you're not gonna tell me anything, are you, pookie?" "no." "okey dokey." "well, michael, should've called tails." "what did he say?" "oh, i can't tell you that." "but it looks like i'll be getting off work a little early today." "come on, man." "don't i get a chance?" "no, michael." "i'm sorry." "because i know what you're going to say." "you're gonna tell me the same story pookie told me." "only this time, you're gonna be the one who's behind the wheel." "but that's what happened!" "... informed twice!" "what?" "what happened?" "i was driving." "see, michael. this is exactly what i'm saying." "but i was!" "you never fired a gun into that suv?" "no." "then who did?" "pookie." "i'll call the talmadges." "and why did pookie fire 40 rounds into wesley talmadge's escalade?" "payback." "that's the same escalade that opened up on pookie's cousin 2 weeks ago." "the shooting on 81st street?" "an eyewitness reported a black navigator." "pookie shot the wrong car." "nah. it wasn't no wrong car." "after them dudes shot his cousin, pookie chased after 'em." "he knew what that escalade looked like." "do you know how many black escalades there are in l. a. ?" "i know cars." "i'm saying it was that escalade." "i know rims." "and the sticker on the back. what sticker?" "the u. s. c. sticker on the back window." "i realize the odds are a little bit longer, but this is l. a." "i mean, there could've been another escalade with an s. c. sticker on it." "lieutenant tao, how thorough was the lab?" "they were a little backed up down here." "they haven't gotten to it yet." "yeah, and i don't imagine it's gonna be a top priority now that we found the shooter." "well, we may know that pookie shot wesley, but i'm still not convinced we know why." "what are you looking for?" "a casing." "tao: the tech-9 casing ejects sideways." "a couple inches forward at most." "casing's not gonna fly all the way from the shooter's gun into here." "i don't care about bullets fired at this car." "i want to know about bullets fired... from this car." "and what reason do we have to believe you didn't plant this casing?" "excuse me?" "ron, that's not fair." "you people do it all the time." "you need to close your case." "blame it on the black kid." "come on." "we're leaving." "hey, hey. settle down, mr. talmadge, ok?" "i know this is hard news to hear, but it's hard news to deliver, too, so maybe we could all just-- our son was murdered, and you're saying this is hard for you?" "lynn, come on." "ron, listen." "i'll make sure none of these details get out." "none of this matters anyway." "what matters is we got the punks who did this." "wait, wait, wait, wait." "what night did you say the other shooting took place?" "the tenth." "wesley couldn't have done this." "we had the escalade that night." "we did!" "i think we went out to dinner that night." "y-yeah. a-a restaurant called shay." "on the tenth at 8:00." "how could wesley have shot those kids if we had the escalade on the other side of town?" "don't bother. they don't believe us." "they think we're lying to protect our son." "i think that you've been through a terrible experience." "and it's our word against yours." "it's your word against physical evidence." "come on. we're leaving." "wait." "come on!" "i will not have my son turned into some gangster punk." "i can't believe my daughter's done with work in time for dinner." "so is this place any good?" "supposed to be." "talmadges came here a couple weeks ago." "willie ray:" "who are the talmadges?" "oh, friends of a friend." "oh, it really is nice of you to pull away from work for an evening." "i'm just gonna check their story." "i'll do it when i go to the bathroom." "it won't get in the way of dinner. i promise." "thank you." "thank you so much." "thank you." "thank you so much." "now don't put that in there, you'll never find it again." "oh, for heaven's sake." ""liability is not assumed by management" ""for loss or damage due to fire, theft, or any other cause. "" "mama, can't we just have a nice dinner?" "well, i just don't understand why people in los angeles don't want to park their own car." "excuse me." "excuse me, sir." "i need to ask you a few questions." "were you working here 2 weeks ago?" "no. i just started last tuesday." "oh." "ooh!" "uhh!" "uhh!" "cuffs!" "get off me, man." "get off me, man." "brenda: you gave us a run for our money, marcus, at the restaurant." "you ever been in a gang?" "no, ma'am." "that's pretty amazing." "growing up where you did." "it's hard to steer clear of that life." "yeah." "my dad, he couldn't." "got shot. died." "my ma didn't want that for me." "she wanted me to finish school, get a job." "so that's what i did." "good for her." "good for you." "she must be so proud of you." "yes, ma'am." "you ever been arrested?" "yeah." "a few years ago." "stupid stuff, though." "i mean, like breaking the windows." "shoplifting. i--i paid for everything." "you ever stolen a car?" "no, ma'am. never." "because there was a shooting." "a double homicide involving a stolen car, and we have reason to believe you had something to do with it." "what are you talking about?" "what shooting?" "a couple of days ago." "a few kids." "wesley talmadge and myra singleton." "shot dead." "i never seen these people." "i swear, i don't know who they are." "who they were, marcus." "why did you run from me at the restaurant?" "i don't know. where i'm from, you see a badge, you don't stick around." "you recognize these people?" "no, ma'am." "they didn't eat at your restaurant?" "a couple weeks ago?" "they were driving a black escalade." "i don't know." "a lot of people-- a lot of people come down to the restaurant." "maybe they did." "you know they did." "you parked their car for them." "or rather, you didn't." "not right away anyway." "now do you want to tell me what happened, or do you want me to tell you?" "you took the keys from ronald talmadge but instead of parking that car, you drove down to 81st street looking to settle a score." "you saw two 8-1s, and you shot at them, paralyzing one of the boys from the waist down, and then, you drove back to the restaurant, and you parked that escalade." "no, ma'am." "you figured they'd never know their car was missing." "and the 8-1s couldn't identify you since you were driving a stolen car." "but something else happened when you shot at those 8-1s." "marcus, those bullets kept on going." "they kept on going until they killed wesley and myra." "what do these kids have to do with the others you showed me?" "after you shot at those children, the 8-1s retaliated." "someone saw that escalade you were driving." "an 8-1 named pookie." "pookie hunted for that escalade." "and when he found it, he shot at it." "40 times." "wesley talmadge was 19." "he was driving his parents' car." "he wasn't in a gang." "and neither was myra." "and now they're both dead." "i was there when wesley's mother found out that her son, who she loved more than anything, was dead." "all because of what you did on the tenth, marcus." "those bullets kept on going." "no, ma'am." "no. i didn't do this thing." "i did not." "but you were there." "you were driving the talmadge's car." "people saw that escalade." "ma'am, it was those kids." "it was those 8-1 babies." "they pushed me at the movies a couple weeks ago." "they pushed you?" "i didn't want to make nothing of it, but--but my friend was there, and he said they was dissin' me." "what friend, marcus?" "marcus!" "first you lie to me about stealing a car, and now you're covering up for one of your gangster friends." "how am i supposed to believe you're not in a gang?" "how's your mother supposed to believe that?" "ma'am, you can say you ain't gonna be in no gang, but that don't make the gangs go away." "you still got to walk to school." "you still got to go to the store." "what was i supposed to do?" "so you stayed friendly with those gang members?" "you got to!" "marcus, i don't want anything bad to happen to you." "i think you're a good person." "but if you don't tell me who did this... all the evidence points to you." "i didn't... kill anybody." "i didn't even know he was gonna do it." "he stopped by where i work, and we was just hangin' out, talkin'." "and when i go to park that escalade, he hops in and tells me to drive." "i should've said no, i know, but he was ridin' me, sayin' that me being weak makes him look weak, you know what i'm sayin'?" "and he had a gun, and he was yellin'." "turn here, turn there." "next thing i know, we're on 81st street." "he was only supposed to scare 'em." "but then he pulls out his piece and starts shooting." "and i just drove us out of there fast as i could." "i swear." "that's the truth." "i was only driving." "i didn't kill nobody, and i ain't in no gang." "marcus, you drove a stolen car to take a gang member and his semi-automatic weapon into rival territory to scare some kids?" "now if that ain't gang activity, i don't know what is." "if you're in this gang, ok." "maybe going to jail will get you some respect, but if you're not, don't ruin it by covering up for this guy." "that's what gang members do for each other." "tell me his name!" "i'm gonna die for this." "i'm gonna die now." "i won't let them kill you." "you can't stop it, ma'am." "but i'll give you the name." "'cause of that other little boy and that other girl." "his name is... big junior." "what's big junior's real name, marcus?" "nate." "nate rollins." "i'm sorry." "i'm so sorry." "i tried so hard to make it through." "we have a name." "i tried so hard." "tell my mom that." "you can tell her yourself." "write it all down." "if i understand, i know she will." "he's all yours." "commander." "we need to find this big junior guy-- nate rollins." "we might not be able to get him for murder, but we can probably get him for attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, shooting in an inhabited building." "a guy like this probably has a record." "maybe we can give him his third strike." "we're already on it." "and talk to the d. a." "i want to make sure that marcus gets protection in exchange for his testimony." "that protection should begin tonight, commander." "yes, ma'am." "you know, a non-fatal gang-related shooting on 81st street isn't usually considered the jurisdiction of priority homicide." "seems less like you're doing your job and more like you're doing a favor." "i'm not doing anyone any favors." "just... can i just say thank you?" "for what?" "wesley's still dead." "you saved his reputation." "a lot good that does him now." "yeah. maybe so." "but that's all his parents have left." "mama, i'm so sorry about dinner and all." "oh, honey, it's fine." "besides, i'm getting up early." "i'm flying out in the morning." "what?" "mm-hmm." "you moved your flight up. why?" "i thought you were staying longer." "i promised to show you stars that aren't dead." "guests are like fish." "after 3 days, you better throw them out." "you've been here a week." "mrs. johnson, really. stay." "that's sweet." "but i best get on home." "your daddy's probably run out of fresh underwear." "besides, this gives fritz a chance to move his stuff in from that tacky u-haul." "in fact, why don't you go out now and get yourself a clean pair of pants." "thank you, willie ray." "i think i will." "how--how-- half the medicine cabinet was empty." "half your closet." "his mail was arriving here." "i never could get a straight answer as to where he lived." "and that baseball pyramid on your table." "why did you think you had to keep this a secret from me?" "i didn't want to disappoint you." "brenda leigh, it's much too late for that." "are you gonna tell daddy about this?" "oh, lord no."