"In the criminal justice system the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups, the police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders." "These are their stories." "Make it last, Boss." "Cool, man." "How were the waves?" "Could be better." "Could be worse." "Get your deliveries done?" "Record time." "You brought one back?" "Yeah, it's Brampton." "The family said her white count flat-lined, she went in her sleep." "Nobody beats Stage Four, Trevor." "Hey, I told you, you can't buy weed here." "Doing you a favor, bro." "There's a narc in a lowrider eyeballing your door." "Go away." "Come on, man." "Trouble?" "Nothing I can't handle." "We've got spatter out front and in here, and at least three different sets of footprints." "Beat him down, dragged him to the safe, pressed his print to the biometric lock here." "There's blood on the scanner pad." "If this is the same four-man crew that hit the other dispensaries, it's a big escalation." "Maybe he didn't want to give up the safe." "A gang of heavily strapped guys shove guns in your face, you give up a safe." "Not if you're Trevor Knight." "He's a pro surfer out of Hawaii." "Huge talent." "Apparently he had a hot temper, with a rep for hitting the bottle." "A real laidback surfer dude." "What's more laidback than dead?" "When did you find the body?" "Uh, just before 6:00." "Trevor has me come in early to pick up deliveries for shut-ins." "Door to door service." "Yeah." "It's cut throat competition, man." "Some of the grow-ops are offering facials and foot rubs, all kinds of stuff." "These gouge marks on the side of your boss's truck, any idea who did that?" "Probably one of the neighbors." "They don't really like having a dispensary next door." "Any of them dislike it more than others?" "I couldn't say, man." "You know some kid stopped in yesterday and claimed there was a..." "Narc in a blue lowrider casing the place." "But I don't know, man." "Do you know how much was in the safe?" "Trevor handled the cash." "I took care of dope and deliveries." "Yeah, we'll need to see the books." "Trevor's wife Deena's got the books." "Uh, Trevor kept them at home to protect the customers." "From what?" "Zealot cops looking to pad arrests." "Oh, like that doesn't happen?" "Why don't you just give us her address." "It's legal dope." "So you want to see my prescription card or head scarf speak for itself?" "It's okay." "I saw your son win the Open at Huntington." "He and Deena should have been back in Hawaii where he could train properly." "But me and my little friend melanoma." "We need to see the financial records of the grow-op." "I have it upstairs." "How long has the storefront been open?" "Nine months." "He was using it to pay for my chemo, while he restarted his surfing career." "I know this is difficult, but can you think of anyone at all who might have had a dispute with your son?" "I know my son's reputation." "He gave up fighting when he quit drinking and married Deena." "He was thinking of starting a family." "You're good at that." "A misspent youth." "And three years in vice." "They didn't have to kill him." "It wasn't my choice to come back to the mainland." "It wasn't my choice to sell weed." "But once Trevor made up his mind..." "Bank statements and vendor accounts." "You happen to know the weekly take at the grow-op?" "Uh, around $20,000." "I mean it was peanuts compared to other storefronts, but..." "Trevor never viewed it as a permanent business." "About the safe, do you have any idea how much was in there?" "A little over a $100,000." "The armored car company was supposed to collect the money every week, but..." "Trevor kept missing the pickups every time he had to take his mom to the hospital." "The company warned us about keeping too much cash on hand." "That's why they insisted we install that safe last month." "Not that it made a damn bit of difference." "Munchies?" "I checked with Narcotics." "The blue lowrider was definitely not surveillance." "So maybe it was a robbery crew." "Okay, we got five jobs over a two month period, hit and split pros, until they drop a body making it open season on drug dealers." "State sanctioned dealers." "The robberies were spread across LAPD, and Sheriffs' jurisdiction." "The dispensaries all used different armored car companies, all varied their pickup schedules." "Okay, let's restart from the freshest case," "$100,000 taken from a newly installed safe." "Who knew how much would be in that safe?" "The victim, the wife and the armored car company, Security Arms." "All of my people have been vetted printed, and polygraphed, including the secretaries." "Any recent hires?" "Anyone suddenly leave?" "Nope." "Your client was killed with $100,000 in his safe, which you installed." "Knight's security was a mess." "He was missing deposits every other week." "The safe was better than nothing." "That green truck, isn't that your competition's?" "It used to be." "Our parent company went on a buying spree last year, bought up a bunch of the smaller players." "We're still consolidating operations." "Are Wellfort and TWZ Securities two of those smaller players?" "Yeah." "In other words, all the dispensaries are being serviced by one company." "These operations you consolidated, is one of them the dispatch office?" "Yeah." "Am I in some kind of trouble?" "We're just reviewing everyone's paperwork." "We noticed you used your maiden name in your job application." "Getting a divorce." "Oh." "Was that your idea or his?" "Mine." "My ex is not a good guy." "When was the last time you saw him?" "Not long enough ago." "I'll tell you that right now." "That's like, what, 10 days ago?" "This is your signature on the visitor's log from Vacaville from 10 days ago, yeah?" "Husband's a prisoner there." "Armed robbery." "I told you he's a bad guy." "Not so bad that he didn't rate a conjugal visit." "That's what it says in the visitor's log." ""One-hour conjugal visit."" "Here's what we think." "You used your maiden name to conceal the fact that you're married to an armed robber so you could get a job here." "We also think that your husband, the armed robber, has something to do with stickups at five dope dispensaries serviced by your company's armed cars." "I want a deal." "You want it, earn it." "My husband owed a guy a favor he met inside." "Chuck Roker." "I gave him a list of 10 dispensaries." "Was Trevor Knight in Harbor City on the list?" "Right at the top." "Knight kept missing pickups, cash was piling up in his safe." "Where do we find Roker?" "I just got a phone number." "We're going to give you one chance to help yourself." "You're going to call..." "Look at me." "You're going to call Roker and you're going to tell him that you have another target." "Look at those little red hairs." "Must be from the DEA." "The Feds always got the best dope." "Keep talking like that, the bosses are going to have you peeing in a cup." "You surfed but never smoked?" "Surfing was rebellion enough in my house." "Got a tan panel van heading in." "All right." "Hold, hold, hold." "We got a civilian bogie." "Hey, you guys got that bubble gum?" "We got all the flavors." "You pick." "I don't want anything too sleepy , you know what I'm saying?" "Just want a nice mellow." "Anytime, kid." "I'll take that bubble gum and that Afghani Black." "A quarter each." "JRA, man, juvenile rheumatoid." "Yeah, right." "No, it's a condition." "You got to go out the back." "What?" "Don't fight me, kid." "You guys are..." "We're compromised!" "They're narcs, man!" "They're narcs in there!" "There are cops in there!" "What the hell are you doing?" "I told you they were all cops." "Badge number 8238 at your service." "Show them now!" "Out!" "Get them up!" "Get out here!" "Let's go!" "Let's go!" "Hands up!" "Cheeseburger for your thoughts?" "You can't talk to me." "Mr. Roker invoked." "Mmm." "Looks like he made good use of the prison library system during his last visit." "Yo, I know my rights." "You, you got nothing." "Nothing." "Except maybe a two-bit gun charge." "We got a story." "Two handsome detectives were chasing this crew." "Real pros, had control the second they breached a door until at a storefront in Harbor City, someone dropped a body, sticking the whole crew with a murder beef and a ticket for a hot shot from the state of California." "The end." "Whoa, what?" "Eat up." "Wait, wait, no, no, get back here." "No, you know your rights." "You invoked." "Well, so give me a damn waiver." "I'm not going to let you pin a murder on me." "What happened in Harbor City?" "Nothing happened in Harbor City." "We were never in Harbor City." "Okay, yeah, we did the other ones, okay?" "Inglewood, Commerce, but Harbor City was not us." "We heard it was top of your list." "I staked it out." "Yeah, but I got chased off." "Chased off?" "A big bad boy like you?" "You'd bail too if a big ass Samoan shoved a sawed-off Mossberg in your face." "Paint us a picture of this Samoan." "Big." "Really big." "Gang tats." "He told me that Harbor City belongs to SOS." "Sons of Samoa." "You catch a name?" "No, the dude drove off before I could ask." "Describe the Samoan's car." "It's a lowrider Impala." "Light blue, early '60s maybe." "I think you're looking at Joey Fatu." "Thirty-five, old school SOS." "Pinched for robbery then again for manslaughter, currently out on parole." "Fatu own a blue Impala?" "Nothing listed." "What's your interest?" "A robbery crew was casing a Harbor City weed store." "We think he ran them off so he could rob the place himself." "SID found three sets of shoe prints on the scene." "Any idea who he'd be working with?" "Fatu's kind of low man on the pecking order." "Could be SOS, could be he branched out on his own." "Any emergency contacts on the booking reports?" "The contact he gave his parole officer was a Deena Peeko-Knight, Rolling Hills." "Trevor Knight's wife." "It's not what you think." "Really?" "Because right now it looks like you and Joey Fatu conspired to kill your husband." "You didn't want to move here, you didn't want to sell weed." "And $100,000, that would get you a nice start back in Hawaii." "Are you telling me that Joey killed Trevor?" "Do you know different?" "Joey and I used to be married, okay?" "It didn't last long." "It was a mistake." "I'd say he still has feelings for you if he gave your name to his PO." "Joey was Trevor's silent partner." "He lent Trevor the money to start the grow-op." "It was $30,000." "Joey was the only one we knew with that kind of cash." "Trevor gave him a cut every week." "Dealing with your ex didn't bother Trevor?" "Pro surfers don't make anything unless they win." "That's why Trevor was training so hard, so he can get back on the circuit and we could walk away from the grow-op." "What did Joey think of your exit plan?" "I don't know." "I mean Trevor dealt with him, not me." "I wouldn't even know how to find him." "She spins a good story." "Mmm-hmm." "Assuming it's true, maybe Joey tried to squeeze a bigger cut out of Trevor." "Why settle for 10% when you can get 100?" "That old hippy who worked for Trevor, he might know something about Joey." "God damn." "You okay, Mr. Toomey?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "I just, I came home and found this mess." "I guess I got robbed." "Why don't you come on out here?" "Come on." "Come to me." "Come here." "It used to be you could park at the beach and leave your door wide open for days." "Now it's all..." "Punk ass kids and 30 people fighting for the same bit of sand." "That's a nasty looking cut on your cheek." "And the way you're holding those two fingers, I'd say they're broke." "Tripped on something in the parking lot." "That thing you tripped on, didn't happen to look like him, did it?" "You know who that is, though?" "Yeah." "Did you know Joey Fatu was partners with Trevor?" "Is that who paid you a visit?" "I mean he came in, he tore my place apart." "He thought I killed Trevor and took the money." "Joey told you that?" "Funny thing, I said I thought he might have done it." "He just said, if he wanted to kill Trevor, he'd done it clean back at the beach." "Which beach?" "Uh, Lunada Bay." "There's Knight." "Look what we have here." "The big blue bomber." "Blow that up." "Registered to a Tracy Mathers, Hermosa Beach." "Still warm." "Tracy Mathers!" "It's the police!" "We have a warrant!" "Police!" "Baby, you're too much!" "Yo, Joey, get your hands up!" "No!" "Don't hurt him!" "Ma'am, get out of the way!" "Do it!" "We have a warrant for you." "Get out of my house!" "Joey, step away from the girl!" "Bastards!" "Get out!" "Give me your tazer." "No, no, no, no, no!" "You bastards!" "No, don't shoot him!" "Help!" "Get him off me!" "I can't breathe!" "I can't breathe!" "Get him off!" "Another quiet night in the hotel California." "I didn't do Knight." "Knight took your woman." "I was long done with her and jealousy ain't my stripe." "Deena didn't play up to you to get the $30,000 to open the grow-op, make you think she still cared?" "Maybe she did." "Maybe you and her killed Knight." "Knight was my meal ticket." "Knight was planning to close the grow-op." "The grow-op was nothing compared to what I was going to make off of Knight's surfing." "What do you mean?" "Endorsements, surfing gear, clothing, boards." "Once Knight got back on tour, I was going to front all his expenses in return for 40% of everything." "And he agreed to that?" "We were negotiating." "You mean you were muscling him?" "I was looking to help the guy." "How were you going to help him?" "Knight was going to surf this tourney next month." "I put a hand on the one guy who could have beat him." "Del Broadleaf." "I told him not to show up." "Real sorry about Trevor." "Man had all the talent in the world." "How did you two get along?" "About as well as he got along with anybody." "You make a nice stick." "You see him around much lately?" "A couple weeks ago this big Samoan tried to scare me off from surfing against Trevor in the tourney." "Didn't sound like Trevor so I went by his house to check it out." "What did he say?" "He said the Samoan was out of line." "Said I should come out and surf so he could kick my ass fair and square." "A week later he comes by, apologized again." "Said he wanted to buy a new competition board." "His favorite was all bashed up like somebody had taken a hammer to it." "The Samoan?" "Some dudes up at Lunada Bay." "Any dudes in particular?" "Trevor didn't say." "It's surfing, you know?" "Too many bodies, only so many waves." "Most of these look like variations of the same tag, MBC or MBG." "I can't quite tell." "The waves are all closed up." "That's bad, right?" "Check out the Rambo knife." "Looks like you're expecting trouble." "Sharks." "Sharks put those dings in your board?" "Hey, can't you people read the signs?" "You're trespassing." "Go back inside, Sir." "When you get off my land." "The beach is public property from San Ysidro all the way to Oregon." "Or do you need me to come up there and draw you a map?" "It's only public to the high tide line." "You know this idiot's out here shaking his fist every day." "Thinks if he makes it hard enough to use the beach, people will stop trying." "Those sharks, they have anything to do with those tags over there?" "You know sharks can't write." "We're trying to help." "Guy's got to carry a knife to go surfing?" "If it's such a hassle, why bother?" "Grab a board and catch one good wave." "Come on, let's see if we can ID these sharks." "MBC." "Moon Bay Crew." "I worked a call four months ago where those mutts beat down a 17 year old kid from Torrance." "Three on one." "Real predators." "What happened with the case?" "Disappeared into thin air." "The kid decided he fell." "So the MBC put a scare into the kid?" "Bought him off is more likely." "Now the Moon Bay Crew are a bunch rich-boy surfers with surplus attitude." "Even got their own web page." "Moon Bay Crew." "Carlton Campbell, Logan Rudman, Patrick Scott." "Nothing on their sheets, but all three have sealed juvie records." "I'm seeing luxury vehicles and high-end sports equipment." "Who's got the deep pockets?" "DMV shows a Land Rover registered to Campbell, Rudman has a Lexus." "And Patrick's got?" "Patrick drives a '98 POS." "Well, there's your target then." "Because he's poor, that makes him the softest touch?" "No." "But it makes him the one with the worst lawyer." "Patrick Scott?" "Whoa, you should see the other guy, huh?" "I wiped out on the rocks." "That's funny." "When I go over the falls, I'm busted up all over the place, not just my hands." "Maybe you're not as good as me." "Yeah, skill doesn't matter when the washing machine takes you." "You're just along for the ride." "I wasn't fighting." "Yeah?" "Those cuts..." "Those are teeth marks and what do you want to bet they match the dental records of a very dead man." "Kid lawyered up." "Won't budge." "I'll talk to him." "Alone." "Turn the camera off." "How are you, Jimmy?" "Jimmy and I have tried, what, eight cases against each other?" "My client invoked his right to remain silent." "Yeah, don't worry, Jimmy, one of these days, I'll let you win one." "Don't push it." "All right, all right." "I'm here to offer your client a deal if he'll testify against his friends." "No." "You're not OJ, kid." "You're not Robert Blake." "Those guys had money for big-time lawyers." "No offense, Jimmy." "See, that's the difference between you and your friends." "They have money, you tag along." "And no matter how hard you try, they know you're not one of them," "and you know it too." "You're all alone here." "What do I have to do?" "Just tell me what happened." "This is all off the record until we have a signed deal." "Of course." "And the camera?" "It's already off." "We just wanted to teach Knight a lesson." "For weeks he'd cut us off, taking swell after swell, claimed he was training." "Well, apparently he was." "Still." "It was Logan's idea we should bang on him, you know, bust his board, key his ride," "but Knight wouldn't back down." "Who suggested you visit Knight at his storefront?" "Carlton." "Carlton Campbell." "He punched Knight, he knocked him down, he kicked him in the head." "There was all this blood." "We panicked." "Logan saw the safe." "Says his dad has one just like it." "Said we should make it look like a robbery." "Where's all the money now?" "With Carlton." "He took it." "Guess we were expected." "I'm Gray Campbell." "This is my house." "You have arrest warrants to show us?" "That's right, for Carlton Campbell and Logan Rudman." "We also have a search warrant for your house." "I need you boys to stand up." "Now." "You're going to be fine, Carlton." "I'll be right behind you." "Don't answer any questions." "Are we clear?" "Yeah." "Our sons have invoked their rights." "Video has been taken to document their physical condition so don't even think of getting rough with them." "Don't worry, Mr. Campbell, we leave the rough stuff to choir boys like your son." "You people almost done ripping our home apart?" "Just your son's room and the communal areas." "Don't worry." "We're taking video to show we haven't roughed up your decor." "Did I do something to earn your resentment?" "With all due respect, Mr. Campbell, you're not being victimized." "Neither is your son." "My son is innocent." "His only crime is befriending a borderline sociopath like Pat Scott." "It's a petition." "To limit beach access?" "Homeowners have the right to feel safe in their own backyards." "The beach belongs to everyone." "Spare me the greater public good." "Public good ends when I catch you pissing on my hydrangeas." "Maybe you should be petitioning for more public toilets." "You know back in the day, my dad used to pack me and my brothers up in the camper, drive to the beach all the way from Boyle Heights, spend all day swimming in the surf." "Fall asleep listening to the waves." "Made the rest of the week bearable." "The California promise." "That promise didn't come free, Mr. Morales." "And now the bills are due." "If you'll excuse me," "I don't believe your warrant covers this room." "People v. Carlton Campbell and Logan Rudman." "Count one, murder with gang enhancement and the special circumstance of robbery." "How do you plead?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty." "People on bail?" "Given the severity of the charges, the People request the defendant be held without bail, Your Honor." "Your Honor, my clients have no priors, they also have deep family and community ties." "They face counts that carry the death penalty, they have the financial means to flee the jurisdiction." "I'm with Miss Price." "Defendants will be remanded without bail." "My clients had nothing to do with Knight's murder." "Pat Scott acted alone." "And you're going to convince a jury he somehow used three pairs of shoes?" "The footprint sizes match your clients'." "Lots of people wear sizes nine and 11 and your star witness is a sociopathic liar." "What's this?" "Sworn affidavit stating that Pat Scott raped a girl at Carlton Campbell's house." "It's always good to see you, Ricardo." "She was drunk." "We all were." "I mean she was halfway passed out." "Meaning she couldn't legally consent, meaning you raped her." "Logan and Carlton were the ones pushing me to do it." "They cheered me on." "And when the girl sobered up and realized what happened?" "Carlton's dad covered it up." "Just like he did with the kid we beat up outside Paco-Paco's." "Gray Campbell paid off the victim?" "It was just like the thing with Knight." "We were in it together and..." "Things got out of control." "If our only witness is an admitted rapist, our case just went from thin to translucent." "Three dumb kids did not commit the perfect crime." "SID couldn't find anything at Campbell's or Rudman's house to link them to Knight's murder." "No bloody clothes or shoes, no money." "Look at this." "Gray Campbell's study." "There's a bottle of lighter fluid next to the fireplace." "It's a gas fireplace." "Something must have been hard to burn if they needed a boost from lighter fluid." "Carlton burned evidence in Daddy's fireplace." "Or Daddy burned it for him." "The study wasn't covered under the search warrant." "The lighter fluid's in plain sight." "Talk to the judge." "Maybe we can get a second bite at the apple." "Lab tests on the chimney and fireplace in Mr. Campbell's study." "Traces consistent with the burning of a neoprene wetsuit." "Just like the one his son and his friends wore when they killed Trevor Knight." "Lots of things are made out of neoprene." "The police also found traces of rag paper." "25% cotton, 75% percent linen, used exclusively by the Bureau of Engraving." "Nobody burns money unless you're ridiculously rich." "Or it's stained with blood." "Or both." "Here's the good part." "We found the same evidence on the fire tools, along with your fingerprints." "You don't need to respond to that." "Your son's the killer, Mr. Campbell." "He's the one we want." "If there's nothing else..." "My family and I have done nothing wrong." "Tell the detectives I'm filing on Mr. Campbell." "I want him booked and processed by tonight." "We can't prove he destroyed evidence." "I'm not charging him with destroying evidence." "I'm charging him with willful promotion of felony gang activity." "You're just doing this because he's arrogant." "I'm doing it because he's guilty under the law." "Isn't that what you always say?" "I actually mean it." "You only say it when you're pissed off." "I'm charging him." "Felony gang activity?" "Your Honor, these charges are simply an attempt by Mr. Morales to bully my client into testifying against his own son." "Mr. Morales, if you're wasting this court's time on frivolous charges..." "Your Honor, under the legal definition, Mr. Campbell is a member of the Moon Bay Crew, and the People are perfectly willing to offer proof of his criminal liability." "A gang member?" "Gray Campbell?" "The People kindly refer defense counsel to 18622..." "We know the statute, Ricardo." "Good." "Then we can settle this with a preliminary hearing and sort out whether the People's charges warrant a trial." "Under California law, a criminal street gang is any ongoing association or group of three or more persons, formal or informal, that commit crimes as one of its primary activities." "A gang has a common name, identifying sign, and members that have engaged in an ongoing pattern of criminal gang activity." "So would defending your territory through intimidation, assault and vandalism, would that qualify as criminal gang activity?" "Yes." "How about murder?" "Rape?" "Yes." "No doubt." "Detective Rivas, in your opinion as a 14 year veteran of the LAPD anti-gang unit, does the Moon Bay Crew qualify as a criminal street gang?" "Yes." "Absolutely." "So tell me, Detective, aside from defending their turf, what is the primary activity of the gangs you've battled in your 14 years?" "Is it drug dealing?" "Yes." "Gun running?" "Yes." "Prostitution." "Yes." "All criminal activities." "And what is the Moon Bay Crew's primary activity?" "It's surfing, is it not?" "Correct me if I'm wrong, but surfing is still legal in the state of California." "Yes." "Thank you." "It was a Thursday afternoon." "I was at the beach." "I'd only moved out from Tucson six weeks before." "These three boys came up." "They were surfers." "They said that this was their beach and I was trespassing." "One of them, his name was Carlton," "he said that they were having a party at his house with a bunch of other kids." "It was this big house up on the hill." "What did you do then?" "I went with them to the house." "We all started drinking." "What happened next?" "I remember someone on top of me." "And people chanting like, "Go, go!"" "When I woke up, my panties were gone and I knew that I had sex." "That I had been raped." "Did you or anyone call the police?" "No." "This man..." "Him." "He came into the room." "I was crying." "He said he was Carlton's dad." "He said that I should protect myself." "He told me how calling the police would destroy the rest of my life." "How rape victims get humiliated and nobody ever believes them." "What did Mr. Campbell do next?" "He offered me money." "$5,000." "Then he drove me to a bus stop, so I could wait for the bus back to Long Beach." "Carlton told me what Pat Scott did to that poor girl." "So I went in to talk to her, to offer some comfort." "I did offer to pay for her medical cost, after all, it happened in my house, but I did not bribe or threaten her." "Well, now, Mr. Campbell, how often do you go out with your son and his friends to commit a robbery?" "I don't." "What about sell drugs or beat people up?" "I don't do any of those things and neither does my son." "You must recognize this." "That's gibberish." "Thank you, Mr. Campbell." "Your witness." "Mr. Campbell, if you knew that Amy Reynolds had been raped in your home, why didn't you report it?" "I had no firsthand knowledge." "Truthfully it would be up to the girl to report it since she's the one who'd have to endure the investigation." "And your $5,000 convinced her not to." "Spare us the editorial, Mr. Morales." "Mr. Campbell, do you recall paying $10,000 to a young man named Peter Markham?" "I'll refresh your memory." "This is from the statement given to the police by Peter Markham." "He was assaulted by your son and his friends four months ago outside a beach cantina in Palos Verdes." "Mr. Markham is from Torrance, he made the mistake of surfing in Lunada Bay." "That was a misunderstanding." "My son and his friends apologized and the money was for medical expenses." "And again, criminal charges never materialized." "One has nothing to do with the other." "Except that you were aware that your son and his friends were involved in felonious conduct such as rape and assault, weren't you?" "I..." "I don't..." "And thanks to your checkbook you facilitated such conduct, didn't you?" "No." "No, that's not true." "Isn't it a fact that your son is 100% financially dependent on you?" "He's enrolled in college." "You pay for his food, his housing, his car, his surfing equipment, you pay his credit card charges, including charges for spray paint." "I don't keep track of what he buys." "Hmm, but when it comes to keeping strangers out of Lunada Bay, when it comes to defending your turf, you and your son's gang friends are all of one mind, are you not?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "You formed a group called Palos Verdes Concerned Citizens, am I correct?" "To organize a neighborhood watch." "To petition county government to limit beach access." "That's the prime focus of your group, to keep non-residents of Palos Verdes off the beach?" "Off the public beach?" "To keep them off our property." "The truth is you don't really want anybody who can't buy into your neighborhood anywhere near your beach." "You don't want them spoiling that view with their campers and their screaming babies" "and their $5 beach chairs." "You're just trying to make me look like a terrible person." "I'm describing what you are, a thug defending his turf." "Objection." "Withdrawn." "Your Honor, the State has failed to show that Gray Campbell participated in any illegal activity." "They failed to show that he is a member of the MBC, failed to show how 18622 might even possibly apply to him." "And why is that?" "Because it doesn't." "The Prosecution's case is simply an insulting attempt to stretch the boundaries of this statute to ensnare an innocent man." "Thank you." "Van Ness Gangsters, Eight-Tray Crips, Rolling 60's." "Street gangs are known by the territory they claim." "The territory they defend through force and intimidation." "It's no different for the Moon Bay Crew." "No matter that the turf they defend is a crescent of water bordered by multi-million-dollar homes." "In our state the beach is the great leveler." "Everybody's the same." "Shorts, cooler, floppy hat." "No kings, no princes." "But Mr. Campbell doesn't agree." "He believes that the beach should belong to an elite." "He drilled that belief into his son." "He then materially supported his son as his friends harassed those who would venture into their turf." "When the MBC turned to assault, he helped cover it up." "When they turned to rape, he helped cover that up." "He is up to his elbows in their bloody activity." "Thank you." "Never a dull moment with you, is there, Mr. Morales?" "All right." "It is the view of this court that the People have met the minimum standard and shown there is sufficient evidence to take this case to trial." "Mr. Campbell will remain free on bond." "We are adjourned." "How can you ask me to turn on my own child?" "Because if you don't you'll be going to jail with him." "Or maybe I should just cut a deal with him against you." "His co-conspirator in the murder of Trevor Knight." "After all, you filled him with so much entitlement, he stomped another man to death for riding a wave." "Can he do this?" "You're already part of the gang Mr. Campbell." "It's a very short jump to murder conspiracy." "I came home." "There was smoke." "Carlton was in my study, trying to burn some things in the fireplace." "There was all this money, covered in blood." "I couldn't understand how this could've happened." "I just knew I had to fix it." "That's what fathers do." "We fix it." "Are the People satisfied?" "We are, Your Honor." "Pursuant to a plea agreement, with respect to the charge of second degree murder," "I hereby sentence Carlton Campbell and Logan Rudman to a term of 15-to-life in the state penitentiary." "With respect to the amended charge of voluntary manslaughter," "I sentence Patrick Scott to six years in the state penitentiary." "We are adjourned." "Should've known there was a catch when you offered to buy lunch." "You don't like the beach?" "Gritty sandwiches, lousy parking and skin cancer?" "Not really my thing." "You don't know what you're missing."