"The Closer 6x08 War Zone Original Air Date on August 30, 2010" "Thank you." "All right, gentlemen." "What do we have here?" "Looks like a drive-by outside a neighborhood bar." "Lots of 7.62 casings, probably from an AK-47." "We have three male African-American victims." "Two dead here, third guy died on his way to the hospital." "There are over 100 patrons of this nightclub holed up inside." "I thought it would be better to interview them downtown, so I've got buses coming in to pick them up." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "Just, uh, make sure we don't let anything slip by." "Thank you." "All right, Detective." "What gang are we dealing with here?" "In between territories, Chief." "Maywoods to the North," "Rolling 50s to the South." "It's kind of a neutral area gang-wise, so it's hard to say who might be responsible." "Do we have any idea what time this all went down?" "Uh, the victims left the club around 1:00 A.M." "That's when a dark blue or black sedan drove down the street." "The, uh, the manager, who was outside having a cigarette at the time, said he heard the shooter yell, "What up, T-ball?"" "Before he opened fire." "We're running "T-ball" through our database now." "Did the manager know of any arguments from inside the club?" "No, he said it was a mellow night." "We checked security cameras." "They don't have any." "One of the reasons why this place is so popular." "Splendid." "Sorry you had to wait." "I'm the only guy on tonight." "I'll be out of your way in a sec." "All right, Lieutenant." "What do we have here?" "Chief, that victim tried crawling away." "This one..." "Never had a chance." "And, uh, that's what's left of the one who died on the way to the hospital." "What is it, Detective?" "I'm not sure, Chief." "They don't look like gangsters." "This guy's wearing Army dog tags." "What?" "This one too." "These men are soldiers." "Chief." "Chief." "Turns out the third victim is alive." "Where?" "County General." "They're trying to stabilize him now." "Lieutenant Tao, when y'all interview with the people from the club, we need to keep the facts to ourselves." "Just find out if anyone from inside knows about these murders." "Yes, ma'am." "And let's get these bodies removed before anyone else has a chance to see them." "Detective Gabriel, please call Chief Pope." "Let him know I need to speak with him as soon as possible." "And, Lieutenant Flynn, contact the Army." "Don't give away any details, but tell them I need a military representative to meet with us tonight." "Yes, ma'am." "Thank you." "Guy flatlined three times in the ambulance." "The EMT had given up by the time we got here." "Then out of nowhere, the guy coughs, and now they're working on him again." "He's in here." "Thank you." "Is he conscious?" "Barely." "I-I need to ask him some questions." "Just don't get in our way." "What -- what's his name?" "Dog tags are on the tray." "Mr. Baylor?" "Mr. Baylor, I'm a police officer." "I want to ask you some questions." "Ty, look at me." "Can you hear me?" "He can't speak." "His lungs have collapsed." "Ty, I want to find out who did this to you." "I'm gonna ask you some questions, and -- ugh." "Spin an "h" and "h."" "He's got a bilateral hemothorax." "We've got 400cc in the chest tube." "I want you to squeeze my hand." "Okay?" "Squeeze once for "yes" and twice for "no."" "Can you do that?" "Good." "Good." "Did you see who shot at you?" "He's bradying down." "D-do you know why you were shot?" "Did it have something to do with your military service?" "He's lost his pulse again." "Ty?" "Go!" "Go!" "We have to open up now!" "Ty, did it have anything to do with your military service?" "Let's go!" "Coming through." "...Team to ICU, please." "Blue team, ICU." "Guy didn't make it, huh?" "No." "Ugh." "No, he didn't." "Let Chief Pope know I'm here, please." "Uh, he's not in, and he hasn't called me back." "Well, could you try him again?" "This case could end up having National Security implications, and I-I may need his help." "Thank you." "Okay, folks." "Here they are." "Chief." "Three members of the U.S. Army Rangers." "Sergeant Willy Ogedi." "He's from Tulsa, 22." "We have Sergeant Lance Riggs." "He's 23, from Detroit." "And, uh, here's the young man you went to the hospital to meet," "Staff Sergeant Ty Baylor, 24, Los Angeles." "Um, as a matter of fact, he apparently, uh, was raised in this area here, about four miles from where he was..." "Shot to death." "Now, this is the kicker, everyone." "These three boys just came home yesterday from Afghanistan." "Uh, Chief." "We've downloaded 34 of the bar patrons' phones, so far." "Got three pictures and a video of our victims inside the club." "Now, people we spoke to said they behaved themselves, stayed out of trouble." "Detective Gabriel, you said earlier that the shooter called out a name, "T-ball"?" "Do we know who that person is yet?" "Yeah." "An officer I spoke to in Newton said that he knew of a T-ball that ran with the 110 Crips." "110 Crips roll in Baylor's neighborhood, Chief." "Maybe sergeant Ty Baylor's moniker was T-ball?" "No." "He's clean." "No gang background, no record." "Uh, Lieutenant Tao, did anyone from inside the club actually see the bodies?" "No." "Manager says whenever he hears gun shots, he keeps everyone inside until the police arrive." "Chief?" "This is Major Edward Dorcet." "He was contacted by our military affairs officer." "Uh, Major, this is Deputy Chief Johnson." "Pleasure, ma'am." "Um, is there someplace that we could talk privately?" "Thank you so much for coming in, Major Dorcet." "I'm assuming that the FBI has been notified, as well." "We haven't determined if this is a Federal crime." "But as soon as we do " "Chief Johnson..." "Three members of the United States military are dead." "I'm aware of that." "And so you may also be aware that we are potentially looking at a terrorist act here." "There are people who need to be notified." "Look, Major, I asked you here, in person, because I'm going to need your help." "Right now, we need to treat these murders exactly like a gang drive-by." "It is very, very important that you don't give any information to your superiors -- excuse me, but I have three important objectives here." "First, I have to notify the Department of Defense in case this shooting was a terrorist attack on our soldiers." "Then I must make sure that the person responsible is apprehended, and the families of these men need to be notified." "Chief Johnson." "What is it, commander?" "There's a guy here claiming to have information on these murders." "Well, where is he?" "He doesn't want to come into the murder room." "Too many eyes between here and the elevator." "Would you contact our official FBI liaison and alert him to my situation with Major Dorcet?" "You got it, Chief." "Chief Johnson, this is Turell," "Sergeant Ty Baylor's twin brother." "You must be T-ball." "Turell Baylor." "Also known as T-ball." "Spent two years in juvie for armed robbery." "As an adult, he served 90 days on a gun possession, was arrested twice for narcotics, but no charges were filed, Chief." "This guy's been an active member of the 110 Crips since he was 15 years old." "None of that changes anything." "And everything about these murders says "gangs."" "Major, it's pretty clear that whoever shot these men was aiming at the wrong brother." "And when you have proof of that," "I'll be out of your hair." "But at this point," "I have standing orders to report these murders to the D.O.D." "And confirm that this was not a terrorist attack." "Beyond that, I must see that the responsible party, or parties, are apprehended." "Also, the families of these men deserve to know what happened to them." "Sir, the minute you report this, the killer will find out he shot the wrong man." "And when this goes public," "I will lose the only tactical advantage I have." "Look, Major, you want to run and tell your superiors the sky is falling, go ahead." "But it's not gonna look good for you when Homeland Security raises the threat level and it turns out your guys were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." "Maybe you're unfamiliar with what happened in Little Rock last year, or Fort Hood." "But these attacks on our soldiers are not uncommon." "Our active-duty personnel need to -- no -- they deserve to be alerted to the potential for more acts of violence." "Major, my father was an Air Force officer for 25 years, and I was born on a military base." "And -- and -- and tonight I held Ty Baylor's hand as he died." "Believe me, no one is more committed to finding out who did this than I am." "Just give me 15 minutes, let me go in there and talk to Sergeant Baylor's brother and see if I can't nail down exactly what happened tonight." "Just 15 minutes, please." "Tell me how you found out about your brother being shot, Turell." "My cellie was getting blown up, getting texts from fools thinking I was the one who got hit out there." "Thing is, people gotta go on thinking that, or they're gonna try again." "Or they're gonna go after my family, instead." "That's why I want protection." "Protection?" "Police protection." "Can you do that?" "'Cause they killed my brother on accident." "I was the dude who they was after." "Uh..." "Are you in a gang, Turell?" "What you think, homes?" "What makes you believe you were the intended victim tonight, and not your brother?" "Ty?" "No." "Everyone likes Ty." "Yeah, he joined up with the Army, bought his ticket out of here." "Hmm." "But you stayed behind." "Chose the life." "You know." "That's why it's me they after." "And it ain't like tonight has been the first time, neither." "Someone's tried to kill you before?" "A few days ago." "Thursday." "Tell me." "Wherdid this happen?" "I was on 59th." "59th and what?" "If you want my help, you're gonna have to be more specific." "I was coming up on Crocker, I guess." "It was like 4:00 in the afternoon, and this dude rolls up in a black Cutlass, just unloads on me." "The manager told us that the car in the club drive-by tonight was dark blue or black." "I dropped behind some trash cans, heard the shots popping all around." "He took off." "I boned out, hit the first alley I could find." "Show us exactly where." "Buzz." "Chief, it's legit." "There was a radio call for shots fired at 59th and Crocker for 4:15 P.M." "On Thursday." "All right." "We're gonna send a few detectives there, see if we can confirm your story." "Okay, you got this, Sanchez." "Grab Tao on your way out." "Bring back a bullet that matches the bullets fired at our soldiers, please." "While we wait on that, why don't you tell me why you think someone's trying to kill you?" "There was a store." "All right?" "It was nearby where I lived." "Been there forever." "Everyone knows it's off limits." "Like, you don't steal so much as a candy bar from this place." "You feel me?" "A few weeks ago, it got robbed and a couple people got killed." "And you were a witness?" "Can't say." "Where did you say this T-ball lived again?" "Newton." "Tell her he's talking about the shootin' Newton murders." "She'll know what you mean." "Chief..." "He's talking about the shootin' Newton murders." "I think I know the case you're talking about." "You do?" "There was a double murder at a convenience store in your neighborhood." "The 74-year-old owner was shot to death, along with his 8-year-old grandson." "Yeah, that's the one." "Yeah." "Why don't you tell me what you know about these murders, Turell?" "Not until I know you're gonna protect us -- me and my family." "Look, you answer our questions first, okay?" "No, my mom and my sister first!" "Okay, just..." "Please!" "My brother's already dead 'cause of me." "Okay." "We're gonna send someone out there to pick them up." "2623 Holly." "Is that correct?" "Yeah." "Yeah, that's my spot." "Detective Gabriel, would you and Lieutenant Provenza see to it that Mrs. Baylor and her daughter are taken to a secure location?" "Yes, ma'am." "Chief, Newton was looking at a suspect named Reggie Moses." "Okay." "Your family's gonna be safe." "Major." "Special Agent Howard, L.A.P.D.'s FBI liaison." "Thank God." "You have to help me with this woman." "Why don't you tell me what you know about these convenience store murders, and maybe we can find the person who killed your brother?" "Should I be looking at Reggie Moses?" "Yeah." "Reggie Moses." "Yeah." "Yeah, he 110 Crip." "Like me." "And why do you think it was him?" "Were you involved somehow?" "Look." "I just got to make sure I ain't gonna get in trouble." "That's all." "That's not a guarantee I can make at this time." "Why don't you sit tight?" "Oh." "Agent Howard." "Nice of you to join us." "Although I'm afraid we may have called you here for no reason." "Excuse me?" "Why is that?" "Uh, well, Major, it seems pretty clear to me from that interview that we're dealing with a gang matter here." "And that does not fall under the purview of the FBI." "Look, all I heard was a story from a frightened kid." "Why aren't you understanding this, Major?" "Who might be trying to save his own skin." "And not only that, it seems pretty clear that this T-ball is holding something back." "I say that you give him some kind of immunity agreement so that he tells you what he knows without fear of the consequences!" "Oh, that is absolutely out of the question." "Major, for all we know," "T-ball and Reggie Moses robbed that store together." "Then T-ball could be a corroborating witness who could put Reggie away, which would allow me to at least partially comply with my standing orders to report this to " "I need more time to prove that the " "I just gave you more time." "And I just gave you a plausible explanation for what happened." "Please, Major," "I-I-I need -- just give me until noon to find Reggie Moses." "I can't wait that long." "Wait, wait." "Hold on, hold on." "Major." "Major." "While we let the L.A.P.D. find this Reggie Moses, why don't you and I notify the families of these soldiers?" "Now, wait, Chief Johnson, please." "We will notify the families of these soldiers that their sons died in what may have been a terrorist attack." "But we will stress that this information remain secret until the military and the FBI can confirm the nature of the ongoing threat." "You're asking me to lie." "Wait, wait." "You either think that this was a terrorist attack or you don't, Major -- which one is it?" "No." "Listen." "Speaking for the FBI," "I think we give the L.A.P.D. until noon to find Reggie." "After that, if Chief Johnson is wrong about who killed these soldiers," "I am sure she will help you sound the alarm herself." "Fine." "We'll notify the families as the FBI suggests." "But if other soldiers die today under similar circumstances, it's on you." "Okay." "Uh, Lieutenant Flynn." "I desperately need to speak with Reggie Moses." "Let's see if we can bring him in." "A-and get a warrant for his house." "Maybe we can find some weapons that ties him to last night's murders." "Thank you." "I, uh, figure you'll want the files for the shootin' Newton murders transferred to Major Crimes?" "Yes, commander." "Thank you." "A-and get Chief Pope down here, please?" "A-as soon as possible." "I-I need his support for the L.A.P.D.'s position on this case." "Chief, the fact that you made the short list for Chief of police and Pope didn't -- well, he's..." "He's a little bit off balance." "Then straighten him out, please." "I'm not about to let the killer of three American soldiers go free just because his nose is out of joint." "Charlie Niles." "Owned his store for 33 years." "He'd give out candy to any kid who came in and showed him a good report card." "Practically considered family in the neighrhood." "His grandson, Chris, turned 8 a month ago." "Shooter used a 9mm." "No hits on the casings." "Crime scene photos are in here..." "If you want to see them." "It didn't hit the press, but, uh, apparently, little Chris here was, uh, chased into a storage room, where he was..." "Shot in the head." "What do they know about Reggie Moses?" "Well, they say that he's the number-three man in the 110 Crips." "Certainly has the rap sheet to prove it." "Oh." "Hello." "Major." "Notifications go okay?" "Well, the families have agreed to keep the information to themselves for the moment, if that's what you mean." "I'm arranging for the FBI to relieve Gabriel at the safe house, where we're protecting T-ball's family." "We'll maintain them there till further notice." "Thank you so much, Agent Howard." "Uh, commander." "Any word on Chief Pope?" "He'll be here shortly." "Oh." "Chief, we found the bullets on 59th Street right where Turell said we would." "And ballistics confirm they came from the same AK-47 used to kill our soldiers last night." "But the weapon from the convenience store was a 9mm, so if what Turell said is true, then Reggie switched guns." "Newton found Reggie's prints all over the store counter." "So it seems like he's the right guy." "Also, according to the DMV," "Reggie Moses owns a black '97 Cutlass like the one T-ball says was used by whoever shot at him." "And that also matches the description of the car used in the drive-by last night." "What?" "Reggie Moses is a powerful member of the 110 Crips." "I see him doing a drive-by, but why would he rob a store that's being protected by his own gang?" "And shoot an 8-year-old boy in the process?" "Well, if it doesn't feel right, it's because there's something Turell isn't telling you." "I've said it before." "Give him immunity." "Major -- and get his story." "That is not an option." "Major." "It's pretty clear that he had nothing to do with last night's drive-by." "Uh, excuse me, Major." "Chief?" "Meet Reggie Moses." "You want him in there?" "Yes, please." "Okay, well..." "Reggie's house came up clean -- no guns, no ammunition." "But we have his cell, and that's another matter." "He got a text last night." "Check this out." ""Yo, Club Beatz Turells in the house."" "Who sent that text?" "It's from a prepaid phone, so there's no way of knowing." "Reggie's crew is smart." "Fyi, Newton division said that Reggie lawyered up at the drop of a hat." "Really?" "We'll see about that." "Pardon me, gentlemen." "You ever deal with her before?" "Uh, on and off." "Piece of work." "My opinion, she needs to get laid." "Hmm." "I don't think that's the problem, really." "Reggie, I take it you're familiar with the Niles Convenience Store?" "The police found your prints there." "So?" "So, they found them while looking into the murder of the store's owner and his 8-year-old grandson." "Maybe I been there before." "But that doesn't mean I killed nobody." "Besides..." "I went through this already with them other cops in Newton." "Yeah, but now we're pretty sure there's someone who can identify you for those murders." "Fool, please." "I bet you all the cash in your pocket there ain't no such witness." "Really?" "Did something happen to that witness?" "What do you know?" "Listen, Lady." "I'm gonna tell you like I told them other cops who was coming at me." "I want a lawyer." "Damn it." "Major, I'm assistant Chief Will Pope." "Uh, Commander Taylor brought me up to speed." "How can I help you?" "Lieutenant Flynn, why don't you put Reggie here in my conference room while he waits for his attorney?" "And, uh, turn on the news for him." "Let's keep him abreast of current events." "Thank you." "Come in." "What's going on?" "We need Turell to tell us what he knows." "And offering him an immunity agreement is the wrong play to make at this time." "I have just set up Reggie to confess." "How?" "He asked for his lawyer." "If you allow me to keep him watching the news, he'll revoke." "I-I just need four more hours." "You're actually asking for more time?" "I don't believe this." "Major." "Turell's involvement in this case is way too murky right now to offer him a pass." "If he tells me that he was Reggie's accomplice, then he is as responsible for the death of that little boy as if he pulled the trigger himself." "We cannot offer him immunity." "Yeah." "Actually..." "You're considering this?" "I don't care if Turell, or T-ball, or whatever his name is was a witness to what happened in this convenience store or an accomplice." "All I care about is Reggie Moses" "I'm well aware of your objectives." "Arrested for the murders of my soldiers!" "And if the immunity agreement can do that, that's it." "I will get Reggie to confess." "Just give me four -- make it three more hours." "Just three more hours." "You're out of time!" "So make the immunity deal, or I make my call." "Let me know what you're gonna do." "Brenda, look, whatever else happens here, the guy who shot and killed three soldiers cannot leave our custody again." "This is not what I asked you down here to do." "Yes." "It is." "Have the D.A. draw up an immunity agreement, get Turell to sign it and tell you what he knows." "If you want to have any chance of being the next Chief of Police, you cannot start a war with the Army, here." "Get this over with." "For your own sake." "Turell Baylor's "get out of jail free" card." "If it comes to that." "You got Turell to give up his right to counsel?" "I thought it might expedite things." "Look, without a witness of some kind, you don't have a case against Reggie Moses." "Yeah, well, what if Turell tells us that he and Reggie robbed that store together?" "And they're both responsible?" "Then Turell walks free." "I agree." "It sucks." "But let's do it anyway, okay?" "I take it you read the immunity agreement, Turell." "You bet." "You understand it's good only as long as what you tell me is true?" "Yeah." "And you can't use nothing I say against me." "Right?" "That's right." "So, you initial here, here, and you sign down at the bottom." "And we agree to provide you and your family protection, so long as you are deemed a cooperative witness when charges are filed against Reginald Moses." "Sweet deal." "You stated earlier that Reggie Moses made two attempts on your life in order to silence you." "'Cause I know he the dude who killed those two at the store." "Here we go." "Tell me how you know that, Turell." "I was just going there for a soda." "Reggie comes busting out the door, crazy-eyed." "I see he's got the 9 in his hand," "I'm like, "what's up?"" "Thinking that he robbed the place." "He just took off." "Then I go inside and see old dude behind the counter with a hole in his chest." "I freak." "I'm looking around, find the little kid in the back room..." "Reggie, man." "Well..." "He shot him in the head." "So I gave the cops Reggie's name." "But those fools just brought him in for a few questions." "Then they put him back on the street, where he knows I'm the one who dropped the dime on his ass." "What do you think he's gonna do then, huh?" "Is that all, Turell?" "What you mean, Lady, "is that all"?" "That's what happened." "Earlier this morning, you said you didn't want to get in trouble." "But according to that statement, you haven't done anything wrong." "So why do you -- why do you need immunity?" "You mentioned that boy in the store." "Had you ever seen him there before?" "No." "Unh-unh." "Then how'd you know to go look for him, Turell?" "That boy was found in the store, Turell, in an area..." "You couldn't see from anywhere else in the store." "You just said you found the owner dead behind that counter." "But instead of "boning" out of there, you decided to, what, wander around?" "There was blood, you know?" "Like a til on the floor." "I just followed it until I found the kid." "Turell, look." "There was no blood trail." "That boy was chased into the storage room before he was shot!" "Look." "I don't know what to tell you, all right?" "That's how it went." "Listen to me, Turell." "Listen." "I told you that immunity agreement goes away if you lie, and that is exactly what you've done!" "There was no blood on that floor!" "Reggie's defense lawyer will have that statement of yours thrown out of court, and Reggie will walk." "And not only will he walk for the convenience store murders, but he will walk for killing your brother, as well." "Now, I'm gonna give you one more chance," "T-ball." "And if you don't tell me the truth this time -- and I mean right now " "I'm gonna send you home, release your family, and let Reggie back out on the street." "How do you think that will turn out?" "I can say anything I want about what happened in that store?" "As long as it's the truth, yes, you can." "And it can't be used against me in court?" "Okay." "Fine, then." "I did it." "You did what?" "Oh, my God." "Reggie didn't shoot nobody in that store." "I did." "I killed those people." "Turell Baylor's a double murderer?" "No one saw this coming." "I go to the store now and then." "Take some beers, you know." "Thinking the old man owed up for how good my boys be treating him." "Dude never made no fuss." "Except this one day, he steps to me." "Telling me I'm taking advantage." "I kept saying," ""just give me the damn beer."" "But he won't back off." "He's yelling at me, getting in my face..." "Talking about how he gonna rat me to my boys." "Well, I ain't standing for that." "Nah." "Some broke-down fool is gonna make me look bad?" "Unh-unh." "So I pulled out my 9, and I shot him." "Happy, Major?" "That clear everything up for you?" "And the boy?" "I didn't know he was there." "Then I see him crying in the doorway." "He's looking at me." "Like he's gonna remember who I am, you know?" "When he started running..." "I just..." "Went after him." "And after you shot the kid?" "Ran into Reggie on my way out." "I knew I was in trouble with him 'cause I shouldn't have been messing around there." "So you called the police and blamed it on him." "That's right." "To save my ass." "Ain't like I had a choice." "We have two separate perpetrators." "Reggie's triple murder outside the club last night and Turell's double murder at the convenience store two weeks ago." "And due to recent events, that double murder case is now dead." "But Turell said that Reggie saw him walk out of the store." "That makes Reggie your witness against Turell." "But Reggie would also want a deal to testify against Turell." "And no prosecutor, including me, would ever offer him anything less than the death penalty for shooting three soldiers." "So, unless we find new evidence or a new witness," "Turell walks." "At least you got your confirmation." "Right, Major?" "So this is not the outcome you wanted, but now we know for sure why Reggie pulled the trigger last night." "You can make your arrest, and then we can proceed -- no, we can't." "We have no physical evidence tying Reggie to last night's murders." "His motive is legally established." "We could -- motive isn't evidence, Major." "You're saying this bastard walks, too?" "That's what we're saying." "Unless he confesses." "And considering we can't even talk to him since he lawyered up..." "I will get him to revoke, if I can just go back to the plan I was carrying out before this immunity deal was forced on me." "You see a way to arrest Reggie for killing those servicemen?" "Yes, Major, I do, because Reggie was never aiming at those servicemen." "Write down everything that happened at the convenience store." "Is Southern California's housing market finally on the rebound?" "Prices for the first month..." "Yo, don't I get a phone call or something?" "Keep me sitting here all this time." "And where's my damn lawyer?" "I promise you you'll get your phone call, Reggie, and when your lawyer arrives, we'll be sure to let him know that we've arrested you for murder." "Arrested me for what murder?" "Witness came forward willing to testify that he saw you running from Niles convenience store." "Man, I told you before." "Even bet you the cash in your pocket." "There ain't no such witness." "I can understand why you would think that's the case, especially after the stunt you pulled." "What stunt?" "Those guys you shot at outside the club last night." "Guess what, Reggie." "You missed." "I believe you know Turell Baylor here." "Son of a bitch." "He certainly knows you." "There's the reaction we want." "Considering you tried to kill him twice." "That's why he's agreed to make an official statement against you." "And the two guys who were with Turell when you took a shot at him -- they're giving their statements upstairs." "Turns out you're a hell of a bad shot, Reg." "You were watching the news." "Did you see any stories about people getting gunned down in front of a nightclub last night?" "37 shots, and you didn't hit any of them." "Which is lucky, actually, or you'd be on your way to an indictment for five murders instead of just two." "Either way, what T-ball is writing down in there is gonna put you away for the rest of your life." "But the thing is, Reggie," "I think he's lying." "I think he's setting you up to take the fall for what he did." "But I can't prove it because you won't talk to me." "I didn't kill nobody!" "Shh!" "Revoke your right to counsel if you want to give me your side." "Yeah, okay." "I'll talk." "I'll tell you what happened." "It was that fool right there that was running out of the store when I rolled up!" "Newton Division's got your prints." "Because I leaned over the counter to see the old man." "Then I booked." "And what about the boy?" "I didn't even know he was there till I sawt on the news." "I ain't got it in me to kill no little kid." "And besides, that store is protected." "Things like that come back on you, on the streets Or in prison." "Is that why you wanted to shut Turell up?" "Yeah." "Firing a gun inside city limits is illegal." "And you did damage to several cars." "But since you just gave me testimony against Turell here," "I'm not gonna charge you for any of that, as long as you tell me where you dumped the gun you used last night." "As long as people know it wasn't me who did that store." "The gun's buried underneath my neighbor's porch." "The yellow one..." "Next door." "Got him." "Well, I'm sure you did what you thought was necessary." "It can't be easy -- you being in the same gang and all." "And I bet you've known T-ball a long time." "Yeah, since he was a little kid." "You know his brother, too." "Yeah, I know Ty." "He joined up the Army, I think." "Fightin' in Afghanistan." "I ain't seen him in a while." "Actually, Reggie, you have." "What do you mean?" "Ty got back just yesterday." "And you saw him, Reggie." "Where?" "In the parking lot of the club last night." "You mistook Ty for Turell." "You shot him to death along with two of his Army buddies." "No, no, no, no." "You said I didn't kill nobody." "I lied." "Bitch, I'll..." "Where -- what -- what -- what just happened?" "I don't know." "She must have killed the feed." "You shot and killed three U.S. Army Rangers last night, trying to get back at Turell." "So you end up with the death penalty, and T-ball here, he gets to go home, right back out on the street -- even after what he did to those people in that store." "All right, Lieutenant Flynn." "It's time to give Reggie his phone call now." "In fact, make it two." "However many you need." "It's the L.A.P.D.'s unlimited calling plan, Reggie." "Make good use of it." "Chief." "What do you want to do with Turell?" "I want to abide by the immunity agreement we made with him, Detective." "Don't you?" "Hey." "Hey." "Listen." "About Turell." "We'll stay on him." "You know, one way or another..." "Don't worry about Turell." "You have a plan to deal with him?" "I do." "Good." "It may seem to you like my decision to give this creep immunity was somehow related to this whole "Chief" business..." "Oh, no, no, no, no." "Not at all." "Brenda, let me just get this..." "Out of the way." "I would hate for what's gone on between us the past few weeks, you know, my behavior..." "To completely cancel out everything we've been through together." "Let me just say..." "I'm sorry." "And, uh, I'll see you tomorrow." "Yes, you will." "I want to thank you for coming forward, Turell." "Because of you, the man who murdered your brother will be facing the death penalty." "That's good." "Yeah." "It's the least I could do, right?" "Well, not really." "There's still the business about the old man and the little boy you murdered." "You said we were done with that." "You still have immunity, and that's a fact." "But if you would consider revoking that agreement," "I might be able to help you." "Nah, I ain't never giving up my immunity, Lady." "You gavet to me, I'm keeping it." "I figured as much." "So you know, Turell, your family's gonna remain under FBI protection until tomorrow when I bring them home." "You mean they're not at my house?" "Who's gonna stay here with me, then?" "No one, I guess." "What's up, T-ball?" "Hey." "See you, Turell." "Wait." "Where you going?" "Home." "Why?" "What's up with my protection?" "You're supposed to be protecting me." "According to the agreement you signed, we are only obligated to protect you as long as you remain a credible witness against Reggie in the convenience store murders." "And that's no longer the case, is it?" "Come on." "You can't just leave me here." "Yes, I can." "Please." "Don't worry, Turell." "I have a feeling I'll be looking into your eyes again very..." "Very soon." "Chief, you sure we shouldn't stick around?" "I'm positive." "Let's go." "How'd his boys even know he was home?" "The story hasn't even hit the news yet." "Reggie Moses was entitled to a phone call." "Maybe he spread the word." "David, I want to leave." "Please."