"So, when was your last visit to a gynecologist?" "Oh, a year ago, maybe." "I'm not sure." "Maybe two." "So, what kind of symptoms are you experiencing?" "Well, I've been feverish on and off for the past month or two." "And my heart starts racing, my skin tingles a little bit." "It's probably just nerves." "A lot of pressure from my job." "My boyfriend and I, we're trying to find a house." "The housing market is ridiculous." "Well, if you don't think it's physical, why not see a psychiatrist instead of me?" "Swallow." "Let's have a look at things, shall we?" "A little poke." "I'll run a full chem panel and check your hormone levels." "Now, I've set up a tentative appointment for you next week in case we have to discuss your results." "So, do you have any questions, Brenda?" "No, no." "No questions." "Thank you." "Bye." "This is the younger victim, Jesse Romero." "He's a Catorce." "And so was the older kid lying next to him, Angel Flores." "No blood trail?" "Nothing." "They were pretty much shot where they stand." " Hey, Chief." " Thank you." "We've got two teenage victims, 17 and 19." "They're confirmed members of the Catorce gang." " They're the same ones we had the..." " I remember the Catorces, Sergeant." "Excuse us!" "Please step aside, coming through." " Step aside, please." " Step aside." "Keep him back." "Good job." "A neighbor reported shots fired around 4:40." " She..." " That's my family in there, man!" "The woman claims that she saw black gang members." "Why has Priority Homicide been called in for a local gang feud?" "Commander Taylor requested us." "Is everything all right?" "Oh, no." "Yes." "I'm fine, Sergeant." "Thank you." "Let's see what's going on here." "Let go!" "Let me go, man!" "That's my family in there, man!" " You find out who that boy is, please." " Yes, ma'am." " So, Commander." "How can I help you?" " Chief Johnson." "As you're probably aware, there have been 12 racially motivated gang shootings in this neighborhood over the past three weeks." "This black-on-brown gang war is becoming an epidemic." "Well, I'm not sure I'm the cure for that, Commander." "Well, I spoke to Chief Pope and he agrees." "We have to start catching these killers or this conflict could only get worse." "All right, Detective Sanchez, what do we have?" "It wasn't a drive-by." "Three casings from a.25 caliber." "It looks like the shooter just walked up and fired." "Did you say walked up?" "Why this house, I wonder?" "The younger one over there, Jesse Romero, 17, lived here with his mother." "We pulled a 9mm from underneath his front waistband." " The boy never drew his gun?" " Never even touched it." "So, at the very least, taken by surprise." "The older boy here, Angel Flores, he might have been the shooter in last weekend's double homicide." "A couple of One-Fives got blasted away in their driveway." "We brought the little Angel in, but we didn't get squat out of him." "One-Fives might have decided he was their guy." "I see." "All right, anyone home?" "Okay, meet our potential eyewitness, Rosalie Romero." "Mother of the younger victim, Jesse." "Right over there by the needles." "Ma'am?" "I'm so sorry about your son." "Mrs. Romero, I'm Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson." "I understand how upsetting this must be for you." "Chief?" "Black tar heroin." "Found it in the end table over here." "There's enough for a sales case, Chief." "Maybe her dead gangster son was selling it to her." "You want me to hold her overnight, or..." "Yes, please, Lieutenant." "Thank you." "Chief?" "That kid you told me to talk to." "His name is Miguel Torres." "He's a cousin of one of the victims." "He lives just down the street, but he is out front and he's causing a big scene." "All right, thank you." "Kill the One-Fives!" " Buzz." " Kill the One-Fives!" "Hey." "Hey, hey." "Listen to me, young man." "Young man." "I need you to calm down." "Your family needs you right now." "If you don't calm down, I'm going to take you downtown for interfering with a criminal investigation." "Okay?" "Just cool it." "Miguel!" "That's my son." "Miguel!" "Miguel!" " What's your name?" " My name is Carlos Torres." "That's my son, Miguel." "Listen, he's not a gang member." "He's just upset his cousin was shot." "He's also inflaming the crowd." "You're Jesse Romero's uncle?" "Yes, yes, I am." "No!" "It's not okay!" "What did I tell you?" "You see what happens to gang members?" "You see?" "No, Dad, you see what happens to Latinos?" "The One-Fives are killing us." "We have to fight back." "You're being a coward." "I'd like to find whoever murdered these boys before the Catorces" " decide to retaliate." " Lf they haven't already." "Well." "Miguel here obviously cared a lot about at least one of the victims." "Let's start with him." "Detective Sanchez?" "Excuse me." "Please." "Ma'am." "Ma'am, ma'am." "My son, Miguel, he was very upset today." "Not because he's a gang member, but because he and Jesse are cousins." "That's all." "He has no idea about anything that happened today." "He was home." "With me." "Recovering from a knee injury." "Miguel was with me." "Well, he wasn't with you when we were investigating your nephew's murder." "Well, talk to his school." "Miguel's never been in trouble..." "Well, he's in trouble now, sir." "He interfered with a criminal investigation." "I'm telling you that..." "Ma'am, I'm telling you." "Miguel is not like those gang members." "He already has a baseball scholarship to USC." "I raised a good boy." "Well, as a good boy, I expect him to cooperate with the police." "Excuse me, sir." "So, Miguel, you play baseball?" " Yeah, I play baseball, all my life." " But not today." "Your father tells me that you hurt your knee?" "Yeah, last month." "It'll be fine in a couple weeks." "Well, my brothers played sports and I know when you're hurt, watching from the bench is no fun." "Did your cousin Jesse play baseball?" "Yes." "Up until the time he was cut from the team, last June." "And that's when he joined the East Side Catorces?" "Answer the question." "All right." "Yeah." "That's when he joined the Catorces." "Someone has to protect our neighborhood, okay?" "You guys sure aren't doing it." "Is that why the One-Five went after your cousin Jesse?" "Or were they hunting the other boy, Angel?" "Hey, they didn't come after Angel or Jesse." "They came after all of us, man!" "If they hadn't found one of them, it could've been me." "Look, Miguel." "We're just trying to find out if the One-Fives had a specific reason for killing either Jesse or..." "Hey, you're looking for a specific reason, lady?" "Then you don't know my world, do you?" "This is the reason." "Right here!" "The color of our skin." "Tell her, man." "You know." "So, the One-Fives are going after anyone brown or just the Catorces?" "They're targeting the people who protect the rest of us!" "Well, I'm one of those people, Miguel." "And so is Detective Sanchez." "So if you help us, we can use what you know about Jesse and Angel to find the person who killed them." "Not if I find him first." "I'm not even sure this guy's in a gang and look how angry he is." "Now, the last time these two gangs clashed, six bodies wound up in the morgue." "We need a truce meeting tomorrow." "Leaders of the Catorces and the One-Fives, before this thing escalates any further." "So, Detective Sanchez," "I need you to supervise round-the-clock surveillance for our new friend, Miguel." "Are we set up for that?" "In his neighborhood?" " It's my hood, too, Chief." " Right." "Yes, yes." "Gang Intelligence set up cameras above the streets in Catorce and One-Five territories, and the coverage is pretty good." "I can use the van." "Track him camera to camera." "Put a few extra surveillance guys out there where they'd be useful." "But what is it that you think Miguel knows that we don't know?" "His cousin." "And if Miguel won't help us directly, then maybe he can help us find Jesse's killer instead." " Chief." " Yes?" "Are you feeling all right?" "Yes, I just need to go home and lie down for a few minutes." " Chief?" " Yes?" "Get better, please?" "You have a good night, too, Detective." "I knew it!" " What?" " I've typed in all the symptoms that I've been experiencing on this medical expert site and it's exactly what I thought, stress." "Which explains why I was such a mess yesterday and I'm feeling so fine today." "Okay." "Let me try this." "Since I'm actually sick." "I made you some soup, weren't you hungry?" "No." "You forgot to add water when you stuck it in the microwave." "It's actually more like steaming chicken paste." "Oh, kitty." "I'm sorry, do you want me to make you some more?" "No!" "Please." "Wait." "Okay," "I have fever." "Chills." "Body ache." "No appetite." "So, I could have lymphoma." "Anthrax." "Anthrax?" "Lyme disease." "Viral hepatitis." "And stress." "But we both know I actually have the flu." "Your point being?" "My point is you can make your symptoms look like anything you want." "What did your doctor say?" "About?" " How you are feeling." " Nothing, really." "Did you ask her anything?" "No." "I figured, if she noticed something, she would just..." "Brenda Leigh Johnson had no questions?" "Look, Dr. Dioli took some blood, she said she would call me with the results." "I made an appointment for next week, if I need it, and she didn't seem at all concerned." "Which indicates to me, stress." "It's stress." "That's it." "'Cause you want it to be stress doesn't mean it is stress." "The doctor has to look at your actual symptoms, and the blood work and make a diagnosis based on the facts as they are." "Does that sound familiar?" "Snap." "Snap." "So they were shot at Jesse Romero's house, so why do we think that the other boy, Angel Flores, might have been the target?" "The biggest contributing factor to last year's California prison riots?" "A race war between black and Latino gangs." "Now thousands of these scumbags are being released every month and they're bringing their race war back into the streets with them." "And Angel was one of them?" "Let out of juvie 10 months ago." "Okay." "Lieutenant Tao, do we have a timeline on our victims?" "More like a phone line, Chief." "The last call on Jesse's cell came at 4:14 p.m. From his mother." "Right after that Jesse rings up Angel Flores." "Twenty-three minutes later a neighbor dials 911." "I wonder why Jesse's mother was calling him." "She might have been asking her son to come home." "No, she didn't seem like she was up for visitors." "Speaking of which, is Mrs. Romero ready in Interview Room 1?" "Not quite." "She'll need another hour." "At least." "All right." "Well, what about the weapons?" "Both vics were shot by a.25 caliber." "Small by gangster standards." "Jesse and Angel's 9mm's would've been a lot more efficient." "Had they been able to get to them." "So the killer was either lying in wait or..." "Or they were set up." "And guess what?" "The killer ran away." "Did the 911 caller report anyone running away?" "Just spoke to her, Ida Martinez." "Confirmed seeing some black gang members in a gray truck." "Wait a minute." "There was a vehicle involved?" "She saw the truck two days ago." "It drives up and down her street occasionally." "You know, with black gangsters, guns hanging out the window." "So when she heard the gunshots she just assumed it was them." "But she never actually saw them?" "No, not yesterday." "Sorry, Chief." "Anything else no one saw?" "The Loch Ness monster, maybe?" "Jimmy Hoffa?" "The Invisible Man?" "For heaven's sakes, y'all ought to know that this is the kind of information I ought to be given immediately." "I mean, what are we doing here?" "So there are no witnesses at all." "Is that what we're saying?" "What are we basing our theory of this case on, then?" "Excuse me." "Yes, Detective Sanchez?" "Chief, baseball practice is starting but I don't think Miguel Torres is going." "I've got surveillance officers on him and he's walking off with two Catorce veteranos right now." " Should I pick him up?" " For what?" "Chief, these guys that Miguel's with, they're bad news." "I mean, if is not in a gang right now, he's going to be by tonight." "Well, he also may be doing what he needs to do to find the killer." "Now, just follow him, Detective Sanchez." "Please." "Probation officers brought in a couple of the leaders from both the Catorces and the One-Fives." "But, so far, they're just sitting across from each other not saying a word." "I don't know if your going in there is gonna help things or hurt." "Well, I just have a theory I'd like to clear up." "Just a few simple questions." "Which they probably won't answer." "Not to make too big a deal about this, but these gang members generally don't respond really well to women." "Well, they don't respond well to white men or police officers either." "And, anyway, if they're not talking, how much worse can I make it?" "Hey." "You wanna be my bitch?" "I'm so sorry." "My dance card is full." "I just have a few quick questions regarding the shooting yesterday of two Catorce gang members, Jesse Romero and Angel Flores." "As hard as it is to believe, someone walked up to those two young boys in broad daylight, in the middle of Catorce turf, murdered them in cold blood, and then got away without anyone seeing a thing." "Not a drive-by, which is what y'all are so famous for." "No." "Shooter was on foot." "You know, I can't help but wonder how the killer just magically appeared at the side door of Jesse's house at the exact minute that Angel and Jesse were to arrive, shot and killed both boys and then disappeared into thin air" "before the victims had a chance to even touch their weapons." "AK-47's don't give you time to draw no gun, Ma." " That's right." " What's she talking about?" "Right." "Well, you don't sound very knowledgeable." "Actually, circumstances lead me to believe that the Catorces might have been trying to settle some sort of internal dispute and are just letting the One-Fives take credit for Jesse and Angel's death." "Is that possible?" "We didn't kill no Angel or Jesse!" "It was these two fools, right here." "Punk number one and punk number two." " I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?" " Spider." "Well I've got news for you, Spider." "If you boys didn't kill Angel and Jesse, and the One-Fives here have figured out some way to stroll down your streets and knock off anyone they want, and then disappear into thin air." "Well, you're probably better off just shooting yourselves in the head right now and getting it over with." "It makes me wonder." "Who's the bitch now?" "Do something!" "Bring it!" ""Who's the bitch now?"" "Well, you wanted them talking, Will." "Now they are." "And I'm one step closer to proving that this is not a rival gang shooting." "Yeah, and LA is one step closer to civil war." "If we can find out who killed Angel and Jesse, then we can prove to these boys that we want to protect them..." "They're not interested in proof!" "They are only interested in retaliation." "I'm trying to calm them down." "Does what I want matter?" "Listen to me, Will." "You know, I'm struggling real hard to see how this murder relates to race riots and black-on-brown killings." "And so far, nothing about it connects to what we know about gang shootings." "Not the weapon." "Not the method." "Not even the scene of the crime." "Now, are you telling me I'm not allowed to investigate these boys' deaths unless it fits into your preconceived notion?" "That's not what I'm saying, Brenda." "Of course I want you to find the murderer." "But is it possible for you to collar one killer without destroying the entire city in the process?" "Well, I don't think the city's the issue here." "And I think it would do everyone some good to rethink that, including the Catorces and the One-Fives." "Excuse me." "This is about surveillance." "I need to take it." "Go." "Yes, Detective Sanchez?" "What is it?" "Chief, there's a group of Catorce members messing with Miguel Torres in an alley over here." "It's a gang initiation." "Chief, do you want me to stop this?" "No, no." "If we interfere, Miguel will know we're watching him." "And he might not lead us anywhere." "Listen, I know it's hard..." "Chief, if you let this happen, his life expectancy is cut in half." "He may think he needs to go this route to find his cousin's killer." "Listen, Detective Sanchez." "We don't have a choice here." "If Miguel wants to become a Catorce, we're going to have to let him." "Chief, are you sure about this?" "Yes, Detective Sanchez." "I'm sure." "So, Mrs. Romero." "Does this thing even work?" "She really does know the thermostat's only a camera?" "Look." "She's sweating." "It's like an oven in here." "Buzz, why don't you call maintenance, see if they can get the air up in there?" "There's something wrong with her, I'm telling you." "Something." "So who here is going to ask her about it?" "So, Mrs. Romero." "You can't remember seeing anyone in your house yesterday afternoon before Jesse and Angel were killed." "Is that right?" "Well, I saw shadows or something." "But I wasn't afraid or anything." "Could one of those shadows have been your son?" "No." "The last time I saw Jesse was in the morning." "Him and his cousin were in the kitchen arguing again." "What were they arguing about?" "Whether Miguel could join the Catorces." "Miguel always wanted to do what Jesse did." "Their whole lives." "They were more like brothers." "We was always in and out of each other's houses, you know." "Then my husband died and..." "Jesse." "He wanted Miguel to go on playing baseball." "So Jesse was actively trying to keep Miguel out of the Catorces?" "Yes, yes." "He wished he hadn't joined himself, but..." "Okay, so you saw Jesse and Miguel in the morning, when they argued," " but not after?" " That's right." "Yesterday morning." "That's the last time I ever saw my little boy." "And did you call Jesse after that?" "No." "Why would I?" "Well, I have no idea." "But we checked Jesse's cell phone records, and the last call that he received was from your house." "I don't remember." "I didn't want Jesse to be a gang member." "I didn't!" "I cared for my son!" "But when Jesse joined the Catorces, you thought you'd, what, make the best" " out of a bad situation, right?" " Yes." "What do you mean?" "I bet Jesse got you a real good discount on your heroin." "That is what the Catorces do, isn't it?" "Deal drugs?" " I don't know." "Jesse didn't sell me drugs." " Well, these look like fresh bags to me." " Were you using it?" " No." " Did Jesse let you dip into his product?" " No." "Oh, well, maybe I'm wrong." "Maybe you weren't just using it." "Maybe you were dealing, too." "There was an awful lot of heroin at your house." "And if you're not gonna help me, I think that I should tell you, Rosalie, that there's a big difference between buying and selling this stuff." "It is measured in years." "No!" "That's not how it happened!" "Jesse hated me doing drugs." "Those weren't my drugs, those were my dealer's drugs!" " He came by yesterday, too." " Your dealer was at your house yesterday?" "Is that right, Rosalie?" "Rosalie, if your drug dealer came by your house yesterday, then you weren't home alone." "Maybe your drug dealer called Jesse from your house." "Did your dealer have an argument with Jesse?" "Is that what happened, Rosalie?" "I can't tell you where the drugs come from." "Rosalie, just give us a name." "There's no point in giving you his name!" "And they'd kill me if I told you any..." " By "they," you mean the Catorces?" " Yes!" "Yes!" "Now just leave me alone!" "Stop it, please!" "I can't tell you." "Okay." "Okay, Rosalie." "Okay." "Look, I know you're scared, but you told me yourself how much you care about your son." "And right now you need to think about him." "Because your drug dealer was one of the shadows in your house yesterday." "And I need to talk to him." "My drug dealer can't tell you anything." "There's no use in giving you his name." "No use at all." "I'm sorry." "You in." "Spider." "I told you, leave him alone!" "He made a choice, old man." "What you gonna do, huh?" " Oh, yeah?" " Yeah." "Listen, you son of a bitch!" "You guys are nothing but a bunch of punks." " Come on, stop." " You know that?" "Criminals!" " Yeah." "Yeah." " Come on, let's go home." "Let's go." "You hand me the gun, and we're going home." "Hand me the gun!" "Don't shoot!" "Hold your fire!" "Miguel, listen to me!" "Put the gun down!" "Put the gun down!" "Miguel." "Is that a.25 caliber, Miguel?" "Put it down." "Miguel, you got two choices." "You put it down now or I'll blow your head off." "Do what he says, Miguel." "Please." " Put it down." " Por favor, do it!" "Turn around." "Wait." "Hey." "Officer, hey." "Please, I'm begging you." "Please, don't arrest him." "He's my son!" "Sir, he's not your son anymore." "He's Catorce." "Okay, thank you." "That was Ballistics Brian." "The.25 caliber we got off Miguel Torres is a match for the murder weapon." " And who's the gun registered to?" " We're still tracking that down." "For heaven's sakes." "Well, stay on them, Lieutenant." "I'm gonna need that registration to make my case." "Chief?" "Yes?" "Are you okay?" "You just don't seem like yourself lately." "I'm fine, Lieutenant." "I just..." "I just need you to find who the gun is registered to, please." "Thank you." "Maybe we're asking for the same thing." " No, we're not." " So be a little patient." " My son needs to talk to me..." " I understand that, sir." " But what you're gonna need..." " Chief, excuse me." "This whole thing is my fault." "I should have kept Miguel at home today." "Listen, Chief Johnson." "I promise you, I will settle him down." " I promise you!" " Sir, your son pulled out a gun and all but threatened you with it." "He's obviously not responding well to parental authority." "Releasing him right now is out of the question." "Come on, sir." "I'm gonna have to ask you to take a seat." "I just want to be very clear, that if you accuse this Miguel Torres with a double homicide against the Catorces and the charges don't stick, the gangs are gonna think that we're siding with the One-Fives." "Could turn LAPD officers into targets, too." "So no pressure, Commander, is that what you're saying?" "Thought you just might wanna know the stakes, Chief." "I am questioning a boy who was found holding the murder weapon from a double homicide." "To me, that sounds like a perfectly reasonable thing to do." "If you have a better plan, Commander, now is the time to suggest it." "Excuse me." "So I hear congratulations are in order for the newest member of the Catorces." "Your father, however, isn't too happy about it." "My father refuses to admit what's going on." "He ignores what he doesn't want to believe." "He pretends that gangs are the problem because he's a coward and he won't face the truth." "He's not proud of me?" "Good." "I'm not very proud of him either." "What about your cousin, Jesse?" "Would he have been proud?" "I know you argued with Jesse in the morning before he was murdered." "Because he lied to me." "About what?" "Jesse told me the Catorces said I was too old to join." "But that wasn't true." "I spoke to another gang member who was around a lot, and he said the Catorces did want me." "Which member?" "And when did you ask him?" "Was it your aunt's drug dealer?" "He was over at Rosalie's house yesterday." "Is he the one that told you that Jesse was lying?" "Did you call Jesse from his house?" "Did you wait for him by the side door?" "Did you kill Jesse because he was lying to you?" "Or was it your aunt's drug dealer?" "My aunt's drug dealer's name is Angel Flores, okay?" "And he's lying next to my cousin in your morgue." "I told you, lady, you do not know my world." "Listen to me." "Angel was killed by the One-Fives." "Jesse was killed by the One-Fives." "I don't think so." "Because while I don't know your world," "I do know something about weapons and casings." "So, tell me, Miguel." "How could the One-Fives have shot those boys with your gun?" "Maybe she's got him after all." "No, she still has to get him to say, "I do."" "Your father said that you were at home with him when Jesse was killed." "But that was a lie, wasn't it?" "He was just giving you an alibi." "I want a lawyer, man." "I want a lawyer!" " I can hold him on a weapons charge." " Till he makes bail." "Unless you can convince the father to leave him here with us." " Per your request." " Thank you, Lieutenant." " Sir." " Lieutenant." "Just one second." "I think I know exactly how to prevent Mr. Torres from bailing him out." "Excuse me, gentlemen." " Mr. Torres." " Chief." "You can't do this." "I mean, putting Miguel in jail, it's gonna put his scholarship at risk." " And a weapon's charge, I mean..." " Sir, it's not just a weapons charge." "Miguel was holding the gun that killed your nephew and Angel Flores." "Oh, God." "Mr. Torres, no one is blaming you for this." "We know you did the best you could to supervise your son." "And his baseball scholarship to USC?" "I know he owes that, in part, to the way that you cared for him." "I know." "In our neighborhood, parents have to look after their kids every minute." "Especially from 4:00 to 8:00." "I mean, that's why after-school sports programs are so important to them." "I... tried to get my nephew, Jesse, to practice harder." "'Cause I knew if he got cut from the team, he could be lost." "And my sister, Rosalie?" " She didn't know how to care for him." " Because she took drugs every afternoon?" "After 2:00 or 3:00 p.m. She was useless." "I tried to fill in where I could, but children need full-time supervision." "Which my son had." "He was with me during the time of the murders." "Really?" "Well, if that's true, why didn't Miguel say so?" "If you're his alibi?" "Unless, of course, Miguel didn't know where you were on the day of the murder from 4:00 to 8:00." "Rosalie told me that Jesse and Miguel were always in and out of each other's houses." "If I conduct a search warrant of your home, will I find that you have keys to your sister's house?" "Or are they on your person?" "Someone called Jesse from his mother's house at 4:14 p.m." "But it couldn't have been his mother because, as you said, she's useless after 2:00." "Probably didn't even notice her visitors." "But you weren't concerned about Rosalie." "You were more concerned about your nephew and the example he set for your son by joining the East Side Catorces." "I was the one that took Jesse to baseball practice!" "I'm the one that paid for his summer camp!" "I'm the one that stood by him and helped him with his homework." "And what does he do?" "He goes and joins a gang and he does everything that he can to take my son along with him!" " He betrayed me!" " No." "Jesse didn't betray you." "He was preventing Miguel from becoming an East Side Catorce." "What are you talking about?" "Jesse did everything he could to keep Miguel from joining the Catorces." "But you couldn't accept the fact that your son wanted to be in a gang." "Easier to think that it was a problem created by your nephew." "A problem that you could fix with this gun, registered to your deceased brother-in-law." "A gun Rosalie probably didn't even remember she had." "Now, besides your sister, there are only two surviving people who had access to her house." "And so, to this gun." "One of them was your son, Miguel." "And the other one, sir, would be you." "You have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "You have the right to an attorney." "If you cannot afford an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you by the state." "I understand, I understand." "I don't want an attorney." "I just..." "Please, just..." "Let me explain." "Did you go to your sister's house and call your nephew Jesse?" "And ask him to come over?" "I need to make an arrest here, sir." "And I need you to tell me who it's gonna be." "You or your son?" "Yesterday," "Miguel skipped practice." "I waited, but he didn't come home." "I was worried." "So I went to go look to see if maybe he was with Jesse over at Rosalie's." "He wasn't." "And Rosalie, she was passed out." "And I thought," ""Maybe this is my chance to end this madness."" "So," "I called Jesse, and told him his mom had a bad batch of heroin." "I knew that he'd come right away." "I didn't know he was gonna call his mom's dealer and have him come over, too." "They walked up to the side door." "The moment I saw them, I..." "I stepped outside, pulled out the gun and I shot them both." "For my son." "After everything that I did for Jesse, do you think that was easy?" "After everything that I did for him?" " After everything that you did for him?" " Yes!" "You shot your nephew twice in the chest at close range without warning!" "Yes!" "Because he was screwing with my son's future." " Every sacrifice that I made, every..." " Why didn't you move?" "Why?" "Because Miguel is a baseball star here." "We had to stay here." "Don't you get it?" "I was..." "I was just looking out for my son." "Who's gonna look out for your son now, between the hours of 4:00 and 8:00?" "Huh?" " Who's gonna do that?" " All right." "That's enough, Detective Sanchez." "Lieutenant Flynn, would you please take Mr. Torres to booking and arrest him on two counts of murder in the first degree?" "Sure thing, Chief." "Is that really necessary?" "Okay." "Yes." "Thank you." "Dr. Dioli wants me to come in for some more tests." "She'll discuss potential diagnoses at my next appointment." "I'll go with you." "Okay." "Look, I don't think this is life-threatening." "And honestly, your skin is tingling, you're having night sweats, mood swings, hot flashes." "I think we both already know what this is, don't we?" "No." "Probably." "But I don't want to talk about it right now." "Why?" "If there's one thing my job has taught me, everything changes when you say it out loud."