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- Help me! Somebody help!
- LAPD! Are you hit?
- No, no, no. It's my friend. He's over there.
- Come with me. Come with me.
Oscar.
Oscar, do not move. Oscar, you stupid
son of a ***. What did you do?
Can't get up, Julio. Can't get up.
- Julio, am I dying?
- No!
It's okay, right?
It's gonna be okay, Oscar. Tao, Tao.
Tao, this is Sanchez.
Look, I need you to send units to First
and Indiana. My brother's been shot.
It's gonna be okay, Oscar.
Julio, it hurts.
Over here! Come here! Hey, come here.
What the hell? Come here.
You gotta put pressure here and here.
You're gonna stop the bleeding, okay?
Julio. Don't leave me. Don't leave me.
I'll be right back, Oscar. I'll be right back.
- Oscar. Is he gonna be okay? I got you.
- Hey! Hey! Hey!
What the hell's the matter with you?
My brother's bleeding to death over here!
Hey, I'm a cop! I'm a cop!
Sorry. We gotta be careful
in this neighborhood.
Can't help anybody if we get shot at too.
One, two, three.
- What's your name?
- Elena. Elena Contreras.
- Okay, Elena. Did you see what happened?
- No. We were just walking along,
- and I saw a car drive away.
- Okay. What color? What kind?
- What? Blue, I think.
- Elena, look at me. Look at me.
Come here. We have casings on the curb
and on the grass.
They look like a.40 caliber.
I want field interviews. You hit every door.
Every single one, okay?
You see that girl right there?
She's a witness.
You make sure that she makes it down
to Parker Center. You got it?
She makes it down there,
or I'm gonna come find you, Nelson.
David. David. Any news?
Um...
Oscar didn't make it.
How's Detective Sanchez?
Julio. I mean, Julio.
I don't know.
He's still in the ER with the body.
There's no budget restriction on this.
No limit on manpower, okay?
If this is an attack on an LAPD officer's
family, we have no greater priority.
- Okay. I understand.
- Will, I can check in
with our FBI task forces,
guns, gangs, drugs.
- You know, see if they hear anything.
- That's great. Good idea. Thank you.
Coordinate with Commander Taylor.
He's ready to go. Let's get this done.
- Okay.
- Chief?
- Yes?
- We're gonna hunt down whoever did this.
Hunt them down.
Wow, a lot of people.
Hey, everybody.
Lieutenant Provenza, even you're here.
Thank you for coming down.
Anything you need,
you know, just let us know.
Are you hungry, sir?
Did everybody get some pizza?
Did you guys get some pizza?
Because I ordered plenty of pizza.
So please,
make sure that you get some, sir.
I will.
Tao, hey, I'm really sorry
about screwing up your day off.
- It's okay.
- We want to be here for you, Julio.
Thank you, Kathy.
Chief, I'm really glad that you're here.
- I'm so sorry about this, Julio.
- Yeah, well, we were kind of expecting it.
You know, warned him
a million times to be careful.
He probably looked at the wrong person
in the wrong place.
Um...
Is there anyone that you'd like us to call?
Anyone from your family, or...
No. Everybody's at work,
and there's nothing they can do now.
I'll call them later.
Okay, so are you ready
to take my statement?
I mean, I am a witness, Chief.
I mean, I finally get to be the witness
who didn't see anything.
We can do this later, Detective.
No, no. Every hour that passes,
our chances
of catching the shooter go down.
So I... Can we do this now? Okay.
The victim's name, Oscar Sanchez,
19. Born, 7-21-89.
Lived at 345 Denton.
He was the youngest of seven siblings.
Sergeant, do you want to write this down,
or do you want me to?
Okay, Oscar was not in a gang.
But in our neighborhood, if you hang out
on the street for even two minutes,
people think that you are.
And I told him, "Watch out."
He was going to college in the fall.
He was a smart kid. Book smart.
Are you sure
there's nobody we can call for you?
- Your father, your mother...
- No, no, no, I'll do it later.
- Detective...
- Thank you.
Listen, there wasn't
much of a crime scene.
I heard shots, I took off running.
I found Oscar, he was shot four times.
I counted six casings.
And there was a name. Elena Contreras.
She was a witness.
She had my brother's hat.
I tried to use it to stop the bleeding,
but I guess I didn't do a very good job,
huh, Chief?
Would you like to book this into evidence?
All right. All right.
- Okay. You got that?
- Yeah.
Okay.
Now, Julio, you have shown incredible
presence of mind through all this...
- Chief, I started calling my gang contacts...
- Okay, hold on just one second.
Now, I want you to do me a favor,
and let us concentrate on the investigation
while you take...
- Chief, but you could use my help.
- Right now, though,
- your family needs you more than I do.
- But I gotta get back to Parker Center.
I gotta interview the witness.
Okay, I will handle that personally
I promise.
I want you to take some time off now.
All you need.
And an LAPD counselor
should give you a hand.
Now, if you need us for anything,
anything at all, you give us a call, okay?
Okay.
Okay.
Kathy and me were just wondering
if you wanted to come over for dinner.
I'll call you.
- Yeah. We're open.
- I'm so sorry.
- I'm sorry, Detective.
- Thank you, sir.
We'll get him.
Elena, there must be something
that you remember about the shooting.
No.
We were walking to his brother's house.
Oscar was saying something about how
he wanted me to meet his older brother,
and then I don't know.
- So you and Oscar were friends?
- Oscar was my boyfriend.
- How long had you been dating?
- Three weeks. Almost a month.
- So you weren't that close.
- We were.
- He was good to me.
- Elena. If you were really close to Oscar,
if you really cared about him,
you'd stop holding back.
Look, I need your help.
Oscar's family needs your help.
I know that you're afraid
but please help me.
Please, just tell me what happened.
Please.
We were walking,
and all of a sudden,
Oscar pushed me down.
When I looked up, I saw this black guy
lean out of the car and start shooting.
- The shooter was black?
- Yes.
I saw the side of his face and his arm.
Can you remember what car
he was driving, or what color?
I don't know. I was scared.
I heard the shots. Saw Oscar fall.
I don't know.
I just remember his arm and the gun.
Did Oscar ever mention
that anyone was angry with him?
- Or had anyone ever tried to hurt him?
- I don't know why they shot him.
I tried to help him. I really did try.
I just didn't know what to do.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry.
- That's enough for today.
- I'm sorry.
Okay, thank you, Elena.
Chief, what are you doing?
Why are you letting her go?
I was gonna tell you,
but he wouldn't let me.
He pulled the wire out of the microphone.
You let him watch the interview?
Now, Buzz did not let me. I made him.
I told you to take some time off, Detective.
- I did.
- I meant days. Not hours.
Did you know he was here?
- I don't think so.
- Chief, why did you let Elena go?
She knows more than she's told you.
She knows more than she's ready to tell
me right now.
I will talk to her again
when I have a strategy in place.
Well, then you need to let me go out and
canvass the neighborhood, or something.
Detective Sanchez,
you are the victim's brother and a witness.
Oscar's *** might've been
an act of intimidation by one of the gangs
that you've investigated.
This action
could've been targeted specifically at you.
Well, then they missed,
and I should be the one to find them.
We know how difficult this is for you,
but you need to stay away from this case.
Until I say otherwise.
You think you know how to find this guy?
I know how these gangs operate.
I grew up there.
I know everything
about the neighborhood.
Everything? Well, then why didn't you tell
me that Oscar and Elena were dating?
Did you know that?
If you know who shot Oscar, tell me.
If you don't, you must,
must, leave this investigation to those
who can pursue it with more objectivity.
Julio, we will find who did this.
Go home.
- That's a direct order, Detective.
- Fine.
- You know that Elena lied to you, right?
- Yes, I do.
Okay. Good luck, everyone.
So, Elena lied to us about what?
I have no idea.
Chief, maybe we can open up an account
at the credit union.
You know, some way for people to
donate money to Sanchez's family.
Maybe even a scholarship
in Oscar's name, something.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
That's very thoughtful.
There's nothing more uplifting
after a funeral than rounding up
even more gang members
who will tell us nothing.
- How many have we talked to?
- 117 in three days.
- Detective Ross, anybody come forward?
- Come forward?
People in that neighborhood
don't ever come forward, ma'am.
Well, you can't blame them. Those gangs,
if they think you talk to the cops,
they'll kill your dog. If they know
you talked to the cops, they'll kill you.
Intimidating locals is one thing,
but going after a police officer's family,
- that takes balls.
- Lf that's what happened.
Anyone or anything interesting
from Detective Sanchez's old cases?
Well, fortunately most of them are dead
or in jail.
Now, we have been looking at
these six black gang members
- who just got out of prison.
- Don't even ask about the casings.
Thousands of.40-caliber guns
in our system, but not one hit.
Not even close!
For a *** that happened
in broad daylight in front of a witness,
there sure are a lot of dead ends.
Yeah, well, Sanchez did say
Elena was lying to us.
They all lie. Self preservation.
They don't want to be a snitch.
Or maybe she knew the shooter.
Or maybe the guy Elena told us about
isn't black.
I don't know,
maybe he's not even in a gang.
Maybe. But she said what she said,
on tape, in our interview room.
So unless we follow up thoroughly,
it's gonna come back and bite us
when we go to court.
Detective Ross, when you're done with
your coffee, Robbery /Homicide can help us
by turning over every stone, Crip
and Blood, until the gangs in this city
know how serious we are.
- Even though it's not getting us anywhere.
- We're already nowhere, Sergeant.
It's hard to imagine
how things could get much worse.
I don't think you should've said that
out loud, Chief.
Could someone please call
Commander Taylor
and have him come down here
right away. Ricardo.
Juan Hernandez. Pedro Garza.
David Olivera.
These young men were murdered
within 20 blocks of Oscar Sanchez,
and yet none of them being handled
by Priority Homicide Division.
I'm certain that Robbery /Homicide
is doing everything we would.
Yes, but you have five or six detectives
on every case,
and Robbery /Homicide averages, what,
maybe one and a half?
So to me it seems like the only way
a *** case gets treated as a priority
by the LAPD is if you're rich,
white or related to a cop.
Can I read the articles
about these murders?
- Excuse me?
- Front page articles that your paper
- wrote about these boys?
- That's still a work in progress.
So the only way that a *** gets
treated like a priority at your paper
is if it happens to someone rich
or white or related to a cop.
- That's your response?
- No, it's a question.
You can dodge it if you like. You certainly
have the right to remain silent.
Okay. Here goes.
Why is it, in a democracy,
where all people are created equal,
some murders are treated like a priority
and others are not?
People may be created equal,
but they don't die that way.
*** isn't fair.
Then how do you determine
which killer is going to...
I don't assign myself cases. I take orders
from Assistant Chief Will Pope.
And nine times out of ten,
decisions he makes
anticipate what's going to be
splashed across the front page
of your paper.
But,
let's just set that aside for a moment
and talk about this more personally,
- shall we?
- Yes, please. Absolutely.
My co-worker, my...
My friend's brother
was brutally murdered.
That *** could be connected
to the work that Detective Sanchez does
fighting gangs.
Julio Sanchez's life might be in danger.
That makes this case a huge priority,
not only for me,
but for the entire department.
Do you think that's wrong, Ricardo?
So four days in, Chief, where are you
in this investigation, if it's such a priority?
Chief Johnson, you wanted to see me?
Commander, you are still our liaison
to the press, are you not?
- Right.
- Well, then, could you please liaise?
May I help you?
- I want to talk to Chief Johnson.
- I'm Deputy Chief Johnson.
I have some information
on the *** of Oscar Sanchez.
Miguel, who did this to you?
Your face. The bruising.
I slipped and fell.
I'm a very clumsy person.
Look, Miguel,
if you don't mind my asking,
why did it take you this long
to come forward?
I don't know.
Oh, I was too scared to say anything.
Nobody encouraged you
to come talk to me?
Absolutely not.
I am here on my own violation.
That means it was my own idea
to come here.
Okay. So, what do you want to tell me?
Elena, the girl Oscar was with,
she's my cousin.
- And everything she said to you is a lie.
- How do you know what Elena said to me?
She told me.
What exactly did Elena lie about?
First of all, she told you
that she didn't see the car.
But she told me she did,
and that it was blue.
She also didn't tell you that she just
broke up with a guy. A really bad guy.
- What's his name?
- Everybody calls him Puppet.
- Puppet?
- He's in a gang.
- Do you know if he's a Blood or a Crip?
- What? No. No.
Those are black gangs. Puppet, not black.
He's an ese, man. Come on.
I'll do a moniker check on Puppet. See
if he turns up in our gang tracking system.
Where would I find Puppet?
I don't know. I can't...
All I know is his nickname, Puppet.
- So now you'll protect me, right?
- Protect you?
- Okay. From who?
- Well, everyone.
- I love LA.
- Why am I here, Sergeant?
Well, believe it or not, Tao found
17 Puppets in our tracking system.
But the one our witness identified
is in a gang called the Eastside 13.
He was pulled over at a traffic stop
six weeks ago,
- and guess who was in the car with him?
- Elena?
Yup. And this is the last known
address for that particular Puppet.
Thank you.
Good afternoon.
I'm looking for a young man.
I believe he's a friend of y'alls.
His name is Puppet.
Oh! Yeah. This is nice.
Hey, old man, get the hell out of our pool.
You know, this old man
happens to carry a big old gun,
and when I get mad my hand shakes
something awful,
and I don't know
what the hell might happen.
- How long you had this little 12-footer?
- This ain't no 12-footer!
- This here's a 16-foot Princecraft.
- Uh-oh.
- What?
- Well, there's a law in LA County
against having a boat longer than 12 feet
in your front yard.
Yeah, especially when the boat
is filled with water and morons.
- Come on, man. That ain't no law.
- Oh, yeah, it is.
And the fines are double
when the morons are on parole.
So unless you answer the questions,
we're gonna tow this boat
and everybody in it away.
Uh-oh.
Puppet moved.
He's not gonna talk to you.
- How about an address?
- How about 217 North Alva Street?
Write it down this time, man.
I already told that other cop.
- What other cop?
- I don't remember names.
Chief, Sanchez's bike.
Detective Sanchez, put that lamp down!
Don't worry, Chief. Puppet and I
were just talking. Right, Puppet?
Talking? Where is he?
Down here.
- We'll take care of Mr. Puppet from here.
- Keep him away from me.
Put your hands up! Hands up!
Hear that, Puppet? You're going down.
And you're going downtown.
My office, one hour.
"You will head up a new division of elite
detectives who will be responsible for
"the highest-profile cases in Los Angeles.
It is my expectation that such a squad,
"under the right leadership, will be able
to eliminate the recent string of scandals
"resulting from LAPD misconduct."
That's the letter Chief Pope sent to me
when he offered me the job.
So I am here to ensure
that important cases
are not undermined by police misconduct.
Do you have any idea what would happen
if Chief Pope found out about this?
Don't tell him.
Did you threaten and coerce
Elena's cousin, Miguel Garza?
Who?
What about Puppet?
Did you use excessive force on him?
Did he say I used excessive force on him?
Detective Sanchez,
just because your methods of intimidation
are effective,
that does not make them legal.
You never complained about it before.
If I find that you violated Puppet's
civil rights...
- He killed my little brother.
- Can you prove that?
- Did he confess to you?
- Puppet is a gangster.
- Did he confess to you?
- He's got a record.
He's Elena's ex, so he's got a motive.
His car matches the description
of the one the witness identified to me,
but which Elena lied to you about.
She told me that the car was blue.
But you never knew that
because you kicked me out of the building.
I asked you to leave the building because
your presence could give
a defense attorney grounds to throw out
all the evidence that we've discovered.
You would not have any evidence
if it wasn't for me.
- I found Puppet.
- You didn't find Puppet on your own.
Someone here tipped you off.
I don't suppose you'd like to tell me who.
I can't remember.
We could have Oscar's murderer
in custody right now,
but your actions could make it
impossible to prosecute him.
Do you want Puppet to get away
just because you attacked him?
Julio, please,
you've got to let me do my job! Please!
I already recommended once that you see
a counselor, but now I'm ordering you to.
Okay, just one more thing.
Do you still have that picture
of Elena on your cell phone?
I'd like to borrow it, please.
I want to see how Puppet reacts to it.
Go home and stay home.
Excuse me. This way, please, Julio.
Julio, let me call you back
in about ten minutes.
How about we talk later, Lieutenant?
I didn't shoot that cop's brother,
and I ain't in a gang no more.
Puppet, please don't answer questions
I haven't asked yet. It just confuses me.
Have a seat.
- You recognize this girl?
- No.
See, now, I just find that annoying.
First you answer questions
I haven't asked,
and when I do ask something, you lie.
If you know I know her,
then why are you asking?
- Why did you and Elena break up?
- Cause she's a stupid ***.
She's very pretty. A girl like that,
going out with another guy?
Don't tell me
you weren't just the tiniest bit jealous.
Jealous? Of that ***?
She wishes.
You'd only just broke up
and already she was dating someone else.
- Did she date while you were in prison?
- Dating?
Elena was always dating someone.
That girl love to get dated.
- So she cheated on you, huh, Puppet?
- Look.
I'm the one who dumped Elena
'cause she's a pain in my ***. That's it.
Then a couple weeks ago, that punk-***
kid comes around, he's all like,
"Stay away from Elena, man," when all
I done was pass by her and laugh at her.
Sit down!
Sit down!
You're talking about Oscar Sanchez?
Oscar confronted you?
He gets up all in my face for no reason.
I should've beat his ***.
- Why didn't you?
- Why? 'Cause his brother.
I don't need that kind of trouble.
I'm on parole.
- You know Julio Sanchez is a detective?
- Everyone knows that Julio's a...
Did he ever arrest anyone
you cared about?
A family member or a friend?
I don't know. Maybe. Why?
- What kind of car do you own?
- Why?
I thought you just said that you were
on parole and didn't need any trouble.
I'll ask you again. What car? What color?
Honda Civic. Blue. Deep blue.
You know, one of our witnesses reported
that the shots that killed Oscar Sanchez
came from a blue car.
Am I gonna find a.40-caliber handgun
when I search your house?
No, this is ***.
Is there someone who can confirm your
whereabouts last Sunday afternoon?
Your fellow East 13
gang members maybe?
I already told you I ain't in a gang.
I don't care what that *** Elena
told you. I didn't kill nobody.
Your car matches the description.
You seem angry at Oscar.
- That's what we *** call "motive."
- Motive?
You know why people shoot people
in my neighborhood?
'Cause it's Tuesday. 'Cause it's too hot.
'Cause you look at them funny.
Chief, I'm sorry to interrupt,
but Lieutenant Flynn said someone
showed up with some new evidence,
and it's urgent.
- Now, are we done here?
- No, no, no, no. Not by a long shot.
- Excuse me, Chief.
- Not now. Lieutenant.
He's waiting in your office.
- You Chief Johnson?
- Oh, Lord.
Did Detective Sanchez
ask you to come here?
Wait, wait, wait. Don't answer that.
- Brenda, have you met Agent Mara?
- Agent Mara?
Agent Mara, ATF.
I asked around, and Agent Mara thinks
he may have found your gun.
I'm living undercover in East LA. We're in
the middle of a two-year investigation.
I'm buying guns off the street
and tracking where they're coming from.
If anybody finds out I'm ATF,
the whole thing's blown.
Well, that's cool.
Just tell her what you told me.
After Agent Howard told me
what happened,
I put the word on the street
that I was looking for a.40.
Right away this Latino dude sets up a
meeting, just, like, itching to sell me one.
So I make him this real lowball offer
and he jumps at it.
Then he tells me be extra-careful
who I sell the weapon to.
It's like he might as well just etch
"dirty gun" on the handle.
Can I see it?
I already dropped it off with a LAPD
weapons analysts.
He's looking it over now. But
I'm telling you, that's gonna be your gun.
- Does this seller have a name?
- No.
Ask for names, they know you're a cop.
He was, like, a weird looking guy.
- Like a Puppet?
- Like a what?
Would you mind following me
just for a moment?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Your gun seller, was he in a gang?
- He had a lot of ink.
I didn't really get a good look at it,
doing the deal and all.
But he did say he was on parole,
which I think was, like,
supposed to impress me or scare me.
This way. Lieutenant Tao,
would you join us for a moment, please?
Right in here. Right away.
Is this the guy who sold you the gun?
I can't tell.
Buzz, could you please go
knock on the door for me.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.
Lieutenant Tao, please head over
to Firearm's Analysis and stay there
until we get complete results
on the weapon they're testing for us.
- That could take till tomorrow morning.
- Yes, it could.
- No. That ain't him.
- Are you sure?
Yeah, but you're right.
He does kind of look like a puppet.
So I had Corrections Department
compile a list
of all the guys who got out on parole
in LA in the last three months.
Agent Mara's been going over the photos.
He recognized this guy.
Juan Guzman, a.k.a. Gooz.
Any connection to Detective Sanchez?
No, Chief. He was actually arrested
by a deputy sheriff.
He just got out a month ago
after serving eight years.
- Eight years for what?
- Drive-by shooting.
- Commander, pick him up.
- I'm going with you.
Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, we promised Agent Mara
we'd protect his cover.
You can't go pick up this Gooz
for selling him that gun.
I'll call his parole officer. He can conduct
a random parole search any time.
- What if he doesn't find anything?
- Look at this guy.
We'll find something.
My son hasn't done anything wrong.
Mrs. Guzman. We have every right
to ask him questions.
But you can't take Juan away from me.
Listen, your son's gonna be here
for a while,
so take your other boy downstairs
and get a bite to eat.
I promise we'll be in contact with you.
No, no. I will not leave him here.
Let her wait if she wants to.
She's probably used to it.
All right, suit yourself. Have a seat.
Hey, Chief. Guess what Gooz keeps
in his sock drawer.
A box of.40-caliber ammunition.
Same casings as we got
at the crime scene.
- Told you we'd find something.
- He's in Interview 1,
and I just thought you might like to know
that Gooz's mom
- owns a blue Chevy Impala.
- Thank you.
Okay, Sergeant Gabriel,
please pick up Elena.
Let's see if she's ready
to give us a more truthful ID,
- and bring her up the back way, please.
- You got it, Chief.
- Keep me posted.
- Absolutely.
The gun Agent Mara brought in,
we confirmed it as the weapon
that killed Oscar.
- Good.
- Chief,
I was just trying to show Julio
we were making progress.
I know I didn't do it by the book,
but the book doesn't cover this,
and I'm his friend.
And what do you suppose Julio is to me,
Lieutenant? An employee?
Did you ever for a moment consider
that I might be
trying to keep Detective Sanchez from
doing irreparable damage to his career?
You are aware, are you not,
that our friend has a temper?
I am. I'm sorry, Chief.
I'm just trying to find a way to help him,
and I just don't know what to do.
Your job, Lieutenant. That's what
Julio needs from all of us right now.
Now, the guy who has the gun
you just confirmed as the *** weapon
is sitting in Interview Room 1.
I think Detective Sanchez would
like to be present for this interview.
- I'll be ready in about 20 minutes.
- Thank you, Chief.
Now, why would you have
a box of ammunition, Mr. Guzman?
That ain't mine.
I ain't never seen it before.
You understand this is a pretty serious
violation of your parole.
So?
I'm guessing that you're looking at least
another year in prison.
Look, I already did eight years.
I can do another one standing on my head.
Well, maybe you don't have to.
If you cooperate with me today
and answer some of my questions,
maybe we can work something out.
Okay, lady. Shoot.
You ask me a question and I'll cooperate.
Where's the gun
that goes with this ammunition?
Well, since I ain't never seen
that box of bullets before,
I guess that means
I don't know nothing about no gun.
Is that all?
Can we work something out now?
You recognize this young man?
No.
Chief,
Sergeant Gabriel's here with a witness.
- You'll have to excuse me for a moment.
- Take your time.
Elena, thank you so much
for coming back in.
He didn't give me much of a choice.
We all know that the last time
you were here,
you didn't exactly tell us the truth.
That's all right. Don't worry. I understand.
You didn't want to make yourself
the next target.
But the only way
that we can keep you safe
is if we find the man who shot Oscar
and get him off the streets.
Now, I'm gonna show you someone
in a minute,
but I don't want you to worry
because he can't see you,
and he's in a locked room.
But the only way to keep him there
is if you tell us the truth. Okay?
Okay.
- No. I don't know him.
- Take your time, I want you to be sure.
I'm sure. I'd remember that guy.
He looks scary, but I've...
- Look again, Elena.
- I'm telling you, that's not him.
- You look again.
- All right. That's okay. That's okay.
You can go now, Elena.
Thank you so much for your help.
Chief, this girl lied to you before.
She said the killer was black
and he wasn't.
She said she did not see the car
and she did,
and she says she doesn't recognize
this guy but she does!
Okay, that is enough, Detective!
Let's go.
You just got me killed. You said
he wouldn't see me, but he just saw me!
- Now I'm dead!
- Calm down. Calm down.
He's behind closed doors,
in a locked room.
No, he's not. He's right there and
he just saw me! He's sitting right there.
Okay. Mirandized the kid,
but maybe we don't need a confession.
We have the ID from the girl.
No, Elena's described the killer
so many different ways,
a prosecutor would have
trouble putting her on the stand.
And I wouldn't count on Elena repeating
anything she said to us in a courtroom.
Chief, let me question the kid.
I know how to make him talk.
That's not necessary, Detective.
Excuse me.
Hello, Tony. I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
- You don't have nothing on me.
- I know, I know. Our witness got it wrong.
She must've seen you
standing behind your brother Juan
when he shot the victim.
Anyway, we all know
that you're much too little
and Juan's already confessed.
But look, this is really serious, Tony,
because if you knew your brother
was going to shoot Oscar Sanchez
before he pulled the trigger,
that makes you an accomplice.
Oscar who?
You didn't know the young man
your brother murdered?
- Juan never told you he murdered anyone.
- Yes, he did. When the witness identified
you by mistake,
Juan told us the whole truth.
In fact, he's on his way to the courtroom
right now to get arraigned.
My brother didn't shoot nobody.
Juan was just driving the car around
while we were looking for an East 18.
One of them snitched
on my brother in prison.
Okay, okay.
Who is this guy from the East 18?
What was his name?
Hell, we didn't know that.
We were looking for any East 18.
Those chicken-*** punks
must've been hiding or something.
Drove around all day and nothing.
And what were you gonna do
if you found an East 18?
- We were gonna mess him up real bad.
- But you didn't find one.
Look, look, Tony,
this story is really unbelievable,
- and Juan has already told me...
- Okay.
Look. Here's exactly what happened.
We saw this smoking hot chick
walking along with some guy,
and it was kind of East 18 territory,
and he was wearing this
white-and-green baseball hat, so...
The East 18's usually wear
white-and-green hats?
No. They wear lots of orange.
But lots of times they write a "18"
under the bill of their hats.
That's weak, you know?
Hiding their signs.
So you thought this guy you saw might
have written "18" on the bill of his hat?
Yeah. So my brother stops the car,
and gives me his gun,
says, "Go hit them up."
"Hit them up?" That means,
"What neighborhood are you from?"
Yeah. But suddenly this guy steps to me,
like he's trying to show off for his girl,
and just, like, laughs.
So I walk up to him. I hit them up again.
"Hey, fool, where you from?"
And he's like, "I'm not from anywhere."
But I seen that hat and I knew
he was rolling in the wrong street.
So I say, "I'm not playing, man.
Where you from? Let me see that hat.
"Show me that hat."
He just laughs and tells me to go home
to my mom.
- So, what did you say?
- Nothing.
I shot him.
So, just to be clear,
you shot Oscar Sanchez
because he wouldn't show you his hat?
Hey, I asked him like three times
for him to show me that hat,
and he just laughs.
You think I'm gonna take that crap with
my brother watching me from the car?
Man!
Well, here it is, Tony. Oscar Sanchez's hat.
The one you murdered him to see.
Look at it.
Look at it!
No markings. No numbers.
No orange. Just blood.
I guess
he should've showed it to me, huh?
How old are you, Tony?
14. I'm gonna be 15 next month.
Well, since you want to be
an adult so badly,
maybe we ought to try you as one.
And by the way,
since your brother was driving the car,
helping you hunt for a victim,
under the law,
he's every bit as guilty as you are.
- No. Look, look, that ain't fair. Okay?
- No. It isn't.
It's my fault.
- Don't say that.
- No.
It's true. It's my fault.
Julio, you almost saved
your little brother's life.
What else could you have done?
Oscar died, sir,
'cause he was wearing this hat.
How is that your fault?
I gave him this hat for his...
For his birthday last month.
I gave him this hat. I gave it to him. I did.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Oscar. I'm sorry.
It's my fault. It's my fault.
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