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Previously on "The Closer"...
Oscar! I need you to send units to 1st
and Indiana. My brother's been shot.
We will find who did this.
Ricardo Ramos from the Times.
He's gonna be trailing
priority homicide's investigation.
Nice to meet you, chief Johnson.
I take orders
from assistant chief Will Pope.
And 9 times out of 10,
decisions he makes anticipate
what's going to be splashed across
the front page of your paper.
Have you read the Times today?
"90% of the time,
priority homicide division is deployed
to anticipate media coverage."
Did you actually say this?
PHD handles more white *** victims
than robbery/homicide,
and that has nothing to do with me.
That's how you assign cases.
Priority homicide has run its course.
It's over. I'm shutting it down.
Synchro: ShalimarFox, Kiry
Deputy chief Brenda Leigh Johnson,
priority homicide...
Major crimes division.
Shoot. Can we start over?
I can't. I'm not allowed
to edit any of this, and once...
Just cut it, then. Just stop the tape.
I can't. Once I start recording,
I can't stop.
All right, then,
just get the body please.
No, no, no. Let's start over here.
Thank you.
Watch out for the glass.
And you need to stay there
for a second.
Okay, lieutenant Tao
- what happened here?
- I can't look underneath him, but
judging from the damage to the mirror
and the size of the spatter
and the way the blood has collected
on the bed linen,
I'm thinking, perhaps,
a shotgun blast to the belly.
Must have been in a lot of pain
before he died.
Look at the way
he was grabbing at the sheets.
Why are we always waiting for
the coroner's investigator these days?
All right, since I can't touch the body,
maybe someone could tell me
about this gentleman?
Like, his name, for example?
Yeah, the neighbor who called in
the shots-fired knew him as Darren.
Last name on the mailbox is Melman.
Well, my vast experience as a detective
tells me that his name is
Darren Melman.
I found these unpaid bills
with Melman's name on it.
That doesn't mean he's our victim.
A neighbor said that Melman
was some kind of building contractor.
Isn't he a little young
to be a contractor?
Only have to be 18 in this state.
All right, sergeant Gabriel,
I'd like a photograph.
Please run his name through the DMV.
Also check through the state
contractors licensing board.
And let's find out if he has
a police record of any kind. Also,
- next of kin. I'm on it, chief.
- Thank you.
Did Mr. Melman have a roommate?
- Not according to his landlord.
- And what about a girlfriend?
Well, would you go out with
anybody who kept a place like this?
I mean, I would say it was a robbery,
but how would you know what was missing?
Well, no one stole the computer.
We'll take that with us.
And dump the phones.
I'm assuming that his cellphone's still
on his body, lieutenant Tao?
Maybe. Chief, there's velcro
on his sleeve.
Odd.
What is keeping that slow poke
coroner's investigator?
My son's sick. Waiting for my mom
to sit with him.
Hate to leave you hanging.
I'm so sorry.
Poor thing.
Chief, this was taped to the wall.
And the victim's got a whole notebook
with the same drawing.
Double "E." Is that some kind
of gang symbol?
No.
Well, maybe it's a business logo.
Or an old girlfriend's initials.
Chief.
Chief.
Not much in the way
of personal belongings,
but we do have some roofing nails
and some plumbing pipe.
That makes sense if he's a contractor.
Also three kinds of ammunition,
including rifle bullets.
What would he be hunting
in the hollywood hills?
Not much without rifles,
but maybe someone stole his guns.
Sir,
I really need you to get the wallet and
the cellphone off the victim, please.
Chief, I think I see his cellphone.
Wait, wait!
- What?
- Okay.
The nonconcentric abrasions
concern me. But...
Look at this.
- What?
- This is not a bullet fragment.
See this oblong piece here?
This is shrapnel.
That says "bomb". Everybody out!
- No, no, hang on!
- Sergeant Gabriel, call the bomb squad.
No, delay that order.
I want the computer, and
I need the cellphone and the wallet.
Then we call the bomb squad.
No way, chief. Everybody out now.
- Gabriel, you grab her!
- No!
- Sorry, chief!
- No!
No! Detective, I am issuing
a direct order!
Detective! Detective! And my purse!
Put me down this instant!
I mean it! You had better
put me down!
My purse!
My purse!
This is ridiculous.
I'm conducting a *** investigation.
Y'all had no right to haul me out
like a sack of potatoes!
Chief, you get upset with us
when we break the rules,
you get upset with us when
we follow the rules.
If you want to beef us for pulling you
out of a bomb scene, be my guest.
Commander, I want good news.
We've evacuated the building,
and we're clearing the block
so the bomb squad can set up
their forward post.
Okay, how soon do I get
my crime scene back?
Tao?
12 hours, give or take.
- You're joking.
- That's standard protocol, chief.
But the bomb already went off.
It killed our victim.
There may be more bombs up
in that building.
Anyways, it's not really up to us,
so I recommend that we let them
do their jobs as safely as they can,
all right?
Bomb squad already notified
FBI and homeland security.
This goes from bad to worse.
I need to see that body.
It is vitally important
that I get that computer and
that cellphone as soon as possible.
Good morning, lieutenant.
How can I help you?
- Here she comes.
- Here who comes?
Babs!
Saint Barbara.
Patron saint of all bomb techs.
She's named after her.
State-of-the-art in UGVS.
Unmanned ground vehicles.
Ain't she cool?
Does she have a second gear,
or is she the slowest robot on Earth?
When you're handling bombs,
it's not good to rush Babs.
Hey, provenza, that robot looks
like you running.
Oh, you're so full of it, Flynn.
You know that I don't run.
Babs is almost at the front door.
Oh, for Heaven's sakes!
Hey, chief, I have
the victim's rap sheet.
Darren Melman, age 19,
one juvenile arrest two years ago.
Great, great. Where and when, please?
It doesn't say, I'll have to pull
the report when we get back
to Parker Center.
Okay, people, Babs has entered
the building.
I'm climbing the stairs.
Okay, Babs, watch those stairs.
I know how you are.
Okay, here we go.
We want to move left into
the apartment.
Turning. Turning.
- Turning.
- Right. Good. Yeah, left.
Very good. Okay, now pan right.
Panning.
Yeah, there you go.
Oh, no!
Oh, my...
What the hell is she doing in there?!
Y'all can stop worrying now.
I have the wallet. Now I just need
to get the cellphone.
And don't hurry on my account, Babs.
Pipe bomb.
Help...
Me.
- Get her out of there.
- Now, now!
Get chief Johnson out of there now!
Remove the chief now!
Go! Go! Go! Go!
She could totally blow up.
I could walk this, you know.
Do you have any idea
how many, how many rules you broke?
I had to get my purse.
And look, I got the wallet.
That'll give us something to do while
we wait for the computer and cellphone.
You know, it's just, it's just,
I would really hate to see you
get blown up by a pipe bomb
just as I've gotten used to you.
Well, I so appreciate the sentiment.
Oh, good, driver's license.
Darren Melman. That looks like our victim,
so we're on the right guy.
Detective daniels,
here is a receipt from home
supply central for $358.
It's organized by UPC codes, so
I can find out exactly what he bought.
- Wonderful.
- What's that?
You're kidding me.
Fire in the hole!
Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!
Lieutenant, what just happened?
The explosives on Melman were unstable,
so they had to be bip'ed.
- What?
- B.I.P.
Blown in place.
So, where's my victim?
My guess is he's probably
all over the ceiling.
You blew him up?!
What about the computer?
What about the cellphone?
What about Babs?
Three boxes of 8-inch galvanized
metal pipe, 10 to a box.
Check.
One drill.
Five boxes of light-anywhere matches.
Two 50-pound boxes of roofing nails.
Check.
Check.
Check.
This is stuff you'd need
if you're a building contractor.
But add some gunpowder,
you got yourself a bomb factory.
Wait.
There's one more item from the home
supply central receipt, and
here it comes.
Four propane tanks.
Detective, no guns?
This is everything you pulled
from the receipt from his wallet,
but it doesn't cover the ammunition
we found at his home.
We still don't know if he
has guns to go with it.
I didn't see any propane tanks
in Darren Melman's apartment.
Bet he has a storage unit.
Or he already placed them
somewhere and set them to go off.
So, did Melman blow himself up
or was he murdered?
I don't know. He could have
been killed by a co-conspirator,
which is why I wanted that computer
so badly and his cellphone.
Chief, Melman's contractor's license
was up-to-date,
no liens, no lawsuits, no complaints.
But sgt Gabriel pulled the juvie arrest
record for our human roman candle.
Good.
Go ahead, sergeant.
Tell her.
I... I pulled the file
on the vandalism bust.
And apparently, Mr. Melman broke
into his high school, where he...
... defecated on the principal's desk.
Ew.
Which means he's been dropping bombs
his whole life.
I said "ew," lieutenant, "Ew. Ew."
Darren's parents are in the middle of a
three-week cruise on the Mediterranean.
- We're trying to contact them.
- All right,
maybe they can tell us who his friends
are and explain what this symbol means.
About that double "E,"
I've literally checked every symbol
and alphabet database I know.
Satanic, gothic, pre-colombian,
celtic, ***,
a list of initials related
to famous criminals,
eastern European serial killers,
the L.A graffiti index,
popular tattoos,
Asian calligraphy cults.
You name it, no matches.
I think it's probably
something personal.
Chief, a DVD of the store's
security cam.
Thank you.
Y'all won't believe this.
He left almost a pound.
Oh, for heaven's sake!
The time and date stamp on
the home supply central receipt
shows Melman checked out
with all the stuff at 10:38 a.m.
We pulled the footage
from a half-hour before and after.
There he is. There's Melman.
Buzz, can you read
the license plate on that truck?
I can blow it up for you.
- And he brought a friend.
- Well, congratulations, everyone.
We have a conspiracy.
The truck is registered to Melman.
Yeah, but who's the other little freak?
Hang on, hang on. What's this?
Maybe one of them can tell us.
Okay, buzz, can you freeze
that and...
... make it larger?
- I sure can.
- Thank you.
That's Darren Melman.
He comes by home supply central a lot.
I think he's a roofer or something.
Y'all are good friends.
Not really.
- How do you know him?
- We went to high school together.
OAK Valley west.
Frank.
What?
- What about you?
- He's Frank. I'm Keith.
I got out of OAK Valley
a year before Melman.
I knew him, but he wasn't,
like, in my fave five.
I don't think Melman
even graduated, did he?
We heard about what he did in
the principal's office.
Oh, yeah?
I thought that was just a rumor.
Well, the principal
was kind of a ***.
Boys, Darren Melman
blew himself up this morning
with supplies he bought
at your store.
- Blew up?
- That's right.
You mean like...
Like, "exploded" blew up?
His insides ripped apart
by a homemade pipe bomb
packed with gunpowder and nails.
How about the other guy in the video,
helping put stuff in the truck?
You guys know his name?
Y'all seem pretty chummy here
in the security video.
- His name's Joe.
- No,
John... something.
John. Right.
He was younger.
Probably a senior at OAK Valley by now.
And this John and Darren Melman,
were they good friends?
We didn't really know him that well.
Did John blow himself up, too?
Not if I can help it.
Two boys go out and buy
and build a small arsenal.
One of them blows himself up.
The other, a John somebody
from the videotape, is still
very much at large and might be about
to use the weapons we can't account for.
And, sir, both of these boys
went to the same high school.
Which we now have very good reason
to evacuate. Commander.
I'll alert L.A unified police.
Call it an earthquake drill.
If the school is the target,
I don't want this kid
to know we're on to him.
Let's make sure L.A.F.D has
two engine companies standing by,
and I want every officer with a picture
of this John what's-his-name.
Nobody gets off the grounds
until we check every face.
Go over every inch of that school.
I've been principal here
for going on 20 years,
and I always know the bad kids.
Darren Melman was a trouble maker.
But John McFadden, the boy you're after,
he's, he's never been a problem.
Turning.
Is that gonna blow something up?
Babs is a she. And no, sir.
No, I think she'll use a water cannon
to open up that locker.
When you're dealing with homemade
pipe bombs, you can't be too cautious.
And Johnny's parents are good people,
too very involved.
Preparing to fire.
Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole!
Sir, let's go over here, please,
just to be safe.
You might want to cover your ears.
Fire.
Good job, Babs.
Sir, Darren Melman had this drawn
all over his apartment
and tattooed on his body.
It must have meant something to him
and clearly to John McFadden, as well.
Do you have any idea what
it might mean?
No, I'm sorry. I really wish I knew.
Excuse me. Chief,
John McFadden is nowhere on campus,
and according to his teacher,
he went home sick after first period.
- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.
We're gonna end up evacuating
this whole city.
So,
all the neighbors are being told
there's a gas leak.
So, everyone's going quietly.
No sirens, no broadcasting, no commotion.
Was that made clear?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.
Sergeant, take off your sunglasses.
Just try and look less like a cop.
- Mrs. McFadden?
- Yes.
I'm Miss Johnson from OAK Valley west
high school, and this is Mr. Gabriel.
You can call me David...
Or Mr. G. Actually, that's what
the kids call me, it's hipper.
Oh, Johnny never mentioned you.
What class do you teach?
Chemistry.
And we know that John's got
an awfully big test tomorrow,
and we just want to make sure
that he has all the material.
That is so nice of you.
Please come in.
- Thank you.
- I should have called the school.
Johnny came home early
with an upset stomach.
I'll just go check
and make sure he's up.
Johnny!
- Lovely home you have, mrs. McFadden.
- Well, thank you.
- Johnny?
- Yeah.
Got some people here to see you.
Johnny?
Wait, what are you people doing?
Johnny, are you okay?!
Please, stop it! Who are you people?
Johnny?
Oh, my god! Could you... stop it!
- Show me your hands!
- Yeah.
Don't move! Hands behind your back!
- Yeah, you got me.
- What's happening? Johnny?
Who are you people? What is going on?
- We're the L.A.P.D please, calm down.
- Chief.
- Oh, my god.
- Johnny, are you okay?
Tell me what is going on here.
Ma'am, we're taking your son downtown.
You can come with us if you like.
This way, please.
- Is the neighborhood totally evacuated?
- Everyone within a 10-block radius.
Do you want to call in
the bomb squad?
Have we found any bombs yet?
- No.
- All right, then.
Hey, chief, looks like Melman and
Johnny boy were planning armageddon.
- Got bulletproof vests.
- We got guns.
- Got big guns.
- Got ammo.
- And propane tanks.
- So much for involved parents.
Chief, there must be over a dozen
pipe bombs in here.
Okay, now these are bombs!
Everybody out! Everybody out!
Everybody out! Quickly! Come on!
And somebody call Babs!
Okay.
Still haven't found
anything at the school.
And John McFadden's old man
is on his way over here from work
demanding an attorney for his boy.
His boy is 18 years old and
can ask for an attorney for himself.
And if dad gives you any trouble,
you can arrest him
for storing bombs and
illegal weapons in his garage.
Yeah, well, mrs. McFadden said
they had "no idea"
little Johnny was doing
that back there.
Yeah, I'll tack on a charge
of felony stupidity.
Lieutenant, have you reminded
mr. McFadden of his rights?
Sure have.
Mr. McFadden...
You mind if I call you "John"?
I've been called worse.
Oh, yeah? What have people
been calling you?
You went home sick from school today.
Glad to see you got your appetite back.
This kid is blissed out.
Did anybody check him for drugs?
Well, you know how it goes in booking.
Every suspect we bring in, we say,
"are you on anything?"
Every suspect says, "no."
Sure we can't get you
anything else to eat?
You're a chocolate person.
So am I.
We should, like,
get married or something.
Well, we have to get to know
each other a little bit first.
For example, you had a pretty serious
arsenal at your house.
I have pipe bombs,
propane tanks, bullets,
fuses, nails, automatic weapons.
Where did you learn about all this?
Not in school.
I take it you don't like school?
Oh, no, I love it.
My favorite.
If you don't want to tell me what
you were up to, maybe your parents will,
when we arrest them.
I mean, it was their garage, after all.
My parents aren't smart enough
to understand what I'm doing.
What about your friend Darren Melman?
I don't know who that is.
We have video of both of you
buying your bomb-making materials
at home supply central.
Like you, he had this...
tattooed on his arm.
Or at least he did until this morning
when he exploded all over his apartment.
- Melman was supposed to die anyway.
- Why's that?
We could wait here all day.
No, we can't.
You're running out of time.
I don't think I understand.
Who's running out of time?
It's natural selection.
Read your Darwin.
Educate me.
What does it say?
- Are you guys recording this?
- Yes, we are.
Okay, check it out.
The human race is an infestation
on this planet...
6.68 billion termites
chewing up and spitting out resources,
choking on their own vomit.
You know what the logical end
of this behavior is?
Extinction.
- And what's your role in all this?
- Mine?
I am an agent of extinction.
I am evolution's end.
The double "E".
Is that what this symbol means?
Evolution's end?
You will learn about evolution's end
as you line up to die.
I'm not afraid of death.
I used to be, but not anymore.
See, I didn't create...
I didn't create this *** world.
I just want to do as much damage
as I can before I go.
These are pretty big
evolutionary ideas, John.
Radical, but not without merit.
And people need to hear about them.
But I don't think most everyone
will understand what all this means
unless you explain it to them.
What don't you... understand?
Well, for example,
how you're planning on
setting off the propane tanks.
It's easy...
you just aim them and shoot.
Boom!
So that's evolution's end...
you and Darren Melman
- killing some kids at school?
- No, no, no,
you keep on reducing this to some
minuscule high-school shooting,
but it's so much more than that.
I'm talking about setting the record...
killing the most people ever.
It's about inspiring others.
Columbine was a great idea,
but they just didn't execute it right.
We will!
And people will remember us...
as they line up to die.
No one is going to die, John.
Darren Melman is dead,
and you're in custody.
Your plan is over... extinct!
Now,
the bad news is, is that you were caught
with a lot of bombs and guns,
but the goods news is that you
haven't killed anyone yet.
So all you have to do is tell us
what you and Darren Melman
were planning, and I'll
get you some help.
I already told you.
And now you're running out of time.
Time to do what?
Have you planted a bomb?
- What were we talking about?
- Is there a bomb somewhere, on a timer?
No, it's natural selection.
Read your Darwin.
Okay, John, you already said that.
I want you to listen to me.
I want you to focus!
Where are the bombs?!
You're running out of time.
Are you on drugs?
Look at me!
John!
Don't go anywhere, John!
Stay with me, John! John!
John!
Mrs. McFadden, is your son
taking any prescription drugs?
Yes. He's... he's clinically depressed.
- Why?
- OK, what drugs is he on?
- Is he OK?
- What is he taking?!
Some sort of MAO inhibitor.
I can't remember the name.
- Is Johnny all right?
- Chief, something's happening here.
What's going on? Where is he?
John! Come on, John!
Come on, John!
He had a seizure and just dropped.
Come on, stay with us, John!
Stay with me!
- Wake up! Come on, John!
- I have the defibrillator.
- Here we go.
- Come on, buddy, stay with us.
- Stay with us, Johnny. Come on, buddy.
- Okay.
Clear.
Check his pulse, check his pulse.
- Nothing.
- Nothing.
Clear.
Come on, Johnny! Stay with us, Johnny!
Clear!
Well, it didn't take long.
The McFaddens' attorney is accusing us
of killing their son while in custody.
I'm moving the autopsy
to the top of the line.
And the coroner will only tell
them what we already know...
that their son overdosed
on an MAO inhibitor
that turns lethal
when mixed with chocolate.
He blew himself up,
just like his friend.
The drug was the explosive.
The chocolate was the detonator.
But did he leave another bomb somewhere
with another detonator?
Do we have all the guns?
Where did they come from?
Okay, it's a total...
a total long shot,
but there is a sporting-goods store
at the shopping mall where the kids
bought the bomb-making materials.
We could check their receipts...
see if the kids have a record
- of purchasing weapons there.
- Haven't found a thing at the school,
and we've torn that apart.
Oh, great. Thank you so much.
My clothes.
Okay, but John mentioned
Columbine for a reason.
It must have been part of their plan.
The Columbine plan didn't work.
Really? How so?
The shooters planted propane tanks
inside the school.
The plan was...
to blow up the tanks
and force the survivors outside
where they could be picked off
by rifle fire.
When the tanks didn't explode,
the shooters went inside the school.
All I'm saying's, as horrible as it was,
the original plan didn't work.
If it had, it could have
been even worse.
Morning, everyone. Congratulations.
What for?
For... preventing what
could have been a horrible massacre
at a public high school.
I'm headed there now
for a press conference.
Wait, wait, wait.
I think it's much too early
to say for certain
that the threat is over.
- Why?
- Because we...
found more propane tanks
than we have receipts for,
and we don't know how many guns
these boys had to begin with, and...
"you're running out of time."
That's what John Mcfadden kept saying
before he died. "You're running out
of time", and I never found out
- what he meant.
- Well,
sure you did. He'd taken
a lethal dose of his medication.
He was minutes from lapsing into
cardiac arrest, and he knew it.
But what if that's not what he meant?
So, to be clear,
you're basing your misgivings about
the success of this investigation
on the fact that you have...
too much evidence
and on the testimony
of a clinically depressed kid
in a drug-induced delirium.
Sir, I... I think what
chief Johnson is saying
is that she'd like more time
to tie up some loose ends
before we go to press.
And all I'm asking is,
"what loose ends?"
Like how and where they purchased
their guns, and
- where they got their ammunition...
- I'm not saying stop investigating.
Start your after-action report
right now.
And...
listen...
I know. It's been a rough
couple of days.
Two young men died.
One of them died right here
in this building.
But whatever these boys were planning,
you stopped them...
which is why I need
to do this press conference.
We've all taken a few on the chin
from the media around here recently.
And for once, I get to talk
about something we did right.
Our new Major Crimes Division
is working! Thank God.
At the end of the day,
this is a big win for us.
So, congratulations.
Flynn, check this out.
You could fit a whole person
in this thing.
Yeah, remind me not to come
to your house for a barbecue.
- Yeah, like I'd invite you.
- Like you could cook.
So, could you use the computer
to pull up any receipts for Darren
Melman, going back about three months?
Yeah.
I could do that.
You could. That's great.
Thanks, Keith.
And if I gave you credit-card numbers
for John McFadden and his parents,
would you pull up receipts for them
during the same time period?
Just let me get the key
from my manager.
That's great.
Just got to get the key.
- Are you bored?
- Actually,
- I'm thinking about wallpaper.
- Ugh, things are bad enough
without shopping.
You guys sure the propane tanks
you found were from our store?
You know, we're not, actually. We're
just trying to account for everything.
Would you know if any tanks
were stolen from here?
I could tell you pretty fast
if they were.
Our system keeps track
of every item in stock.
- Do you want me to go check?
- Oh, could you?
- I'd really appreciate that.
- No prob.
And, Frank, I believe
that there's a sporting-goods store
in the mall that sells guns.
Can you tell me where that might be?
Yeah. Go into the mall,
then up the broken escalator.
Stay right. You can't miss it.
Thank you. Stay right.
Stay to the right.
- This is why I hate shopping malls.
- Look, here's the directory.
Okay.
"You are here." That much we know.
And the sporting-goods store is...
- over there.
- Okay.
I also think there's a place here
to get wallpaper. So...
- if you don't mind, I'm gonna...
- Oh...
What?
The school's not the target.
We're in the target.
Chief, SWAT team is
setting up fast as they can.
We should hear helicopters
in less than 10 minutes.
We may not have 10 minutes, Lieutenant.
Move the rollout along, please.
Chief, Keith says that the propane tanks
are kept in a locked cage
behind the store
- and Frank's the only one with the key.
- He didn't tell me that.
Let me see your arms now!
Have you ever seen this?
Yeah, man, Frank's got that
tattooed on his arm.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Look at this.
Melman, McFadden,
and this other kid, Frank, right?
Three kids, three stars.
Maybe these points show us where
each kid was gonna position himself.
And the propane tanks were arranged so
that when they were shot and exploded,
it would push the people
out the exits.
And if Frank is still here
and sticking to the plan at all,
maybe we find him
at one of these three points, no?
High ground or... the roof.
But if the propane tanks
aren't exploding,
how is he gonna get people
to run out of here?
- Do we evacuate?
- No, no, no.
Let's all spread out
and start looking for Frank.
Yes, hello?
Why did you pull the bomb squad
from the school?
And you've asked for all available
units and air support?
The school is not the target.
It's the mall.
And there's a third boy involved.
- Are you sure?
- He could start shooting at any time,
I don't know where he is
or if we found everything
- they were planning to detonate.
- Chief! Chief!
What's happening?
Brenda?
I can't talk now. Just send help.
- How do you get to the roof?
- There and there.
Okay, lt. Provenza, dt. Sanchez,
you go that way.
- I'm coming with you.
- Fine. Lt Flynn, sgt Gabriel,
come with us. We'll split up on the roof
and surround him.
It's starting. Lt. Tao, dt. Daniels,
keep people inside!
Stay away from the door!
Sir, step in!
This is only a drill!
L.A.P.D! I need you to step back!
I need you to go back
in the mall!
Get her out of here!
Son of a ***!
- Are you okay, sir?
- Fine, fine.
Check your guns.
Check your extra mags.
You ready?
Yeah. Good luck.
Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
***!
Be careful.
Julio!
Stop!
Keep firing on him!
He's not going down!
- You okay?!
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- I'm okay. You okay!
- Good!
Head shots! Head shots!
I only got one mag.
Shoot slow.
Shoot the bag! Shoot the bag!
He took three hits.
Probably a collapsed lung.
Now you get him to the nearest
trauma center. Losing blood fast!
Get him in! Get him in now!
- You'll be okay, Julio.
- Okay, let's go!
Easy.
I'm going with him.
- Sir!
- Take it easy, Julio. Take it easy.
- Sir.
- What is it, son?
- You ran.
- What?
You ran! You never run!
Go! Go! Go!
Let's go!
Detective Sanchez, listen to me!
I'm issuing you a direct order.
Keep breathing! Do you hear me?!
Keep breathing!