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Nationwide manhunt and chimeric been right under our noses the whole time.

Yep.

Hide in plain sight.

Some fish, they have colors that blend into their surroundings.

And some fish have these bright zigzag patterns that look like a jumble to a

predator, but either way, they go on to live another day.

And some fish get fried.

In 26 years, man, a few more minutes won't matter.

We see movement.

Wait.

Roger that.

Daddy! Daddy, here!

The child's life is going to be ripped apart.

Man, it's going to be her last carefree memory.

Wait until her child clears.

Wait.

No.

LAPD! On the ground, now!

On the ground!

Hey, Paulie, how's things in public affairs?

You know, some pretty boy actor wants a ride -along.

Well, that's what happens when you retire. Quit solving murders and start

babysitting 20 -year -old millionaires.

I'm sent here?

Are you carrying his water?

I'm a cop, not a shrink.

Barely a cop with that.

You know, I forgot what a sweet man you are.

Paul, your boy just thinks he's doing the right thing.

Well, he's thinking out of his ass.

You don't have to go with him. Sure I do. He's my partner.

Ray, insult to my partner's memory.

You were just a cub scout then, Ray.

You don't know what they did to him.

And his family had to have a closed coffin of the services.

Ray, can I go?

Give me a book.

If you think you're getting to me, it's a candy -ass way of doing it.

I gotta go back through that again, huh?

Ray. Worst damn day of my life, and I got to relive it again?

Give it a minute, Ray.

Hey. Hey.

Got good coffee here, huh?

Yeah, yeah. I used to hate coffee until I started pulling these double shifts,

and now I can't get enough of this stuff.

You want to sit down?

Good thing about double shifts is you make a lot of bank.

You can splurge and buy yourself a lifetime supply of French roast.

Yeah, right?

Well, first I need a new transmission for my car.

And then I got to buy my dad a new mattress for his birthday.

I wouldn't believe the thing he's been sleeping on.

It's like somewhere in my brain, I knew that I was going to be the parent to my

parent. I just didn't think it was going to happen so soon.

Yeah, full -time job.

Yeah, never a day off or a thank you.

Yeah.

So how's she doing, your wife?

She's making a speedy recovery.

No scars, thank God.

All right.

You're my partner. Yeah, well, fine. I'll get it going.

Taylor, where are you?

What?

Somebody told you to be a Boy Scout.

All this damn paperwork. He's lucky I didn't punch his lights out, little piss

man. Yeah, yeah. Amateur video footage of my partner beating up a suspect.

That's the last thing I need.

Could have looked the other way.

Would you?

Absolutely.

What do you got?

All right.

Let's see what our guy's about.

California Penal Code Section 677E.

You ever heard of it?

No.

He's heard of it.

Three strikes.

Now, I'm agnostic on three strikes.

But Einsteins like you usually trip up on some penny anti -felony for their

third and wind up doing 25 to life for stealing a video from Blockbuster. Just

makes our job easier.

I didn't mean to hit that lady.

There'll be a uniform coming to take you to county.

Take a long look around during the drive. It's the last freedom you're

see until at least 2027.

Either boy's got it.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What if I give you something?

What would a dried -up, no -account -ass basehead like you have that we would

want? You gotta get rid of that third strike, though. You gotta give me that.

don't make promises, sir.

Next.

I can help you find the cop killer.

The one they used to call Camara.

Station -wide manhunt in Khmer has been right under our noses the whole time.

Yep, hide in plain sight.

Sharon Lofton, I'm placing you under arrest for the 1976 murder of LAPD

Victor Alpandre.

I can help you find a cop killer.

The one they used to call Camara. So where'd the name Camara come from?

My name is Nora Jean Flannery. I live at 748 South Beckett Drive. Fire

-breathing monster.

Head of a lion. My social security number is 900 -05

-5760. You know what else Camara means?

An impossible quest.

Which fits you like a glove, Sharon. My husband worked at Dinwiddie

Pharmaceuticals in Victorville. We don't give a rat's ass about your husband.

July 3rd, 1976.

Where were you?

I was in Europe, traveling alone.

Independence Day, the bicentennial.

Perfect time to plunder the spoils of the imperialist swine.

Bring the war home.

Wasn't that your rallying cry?

Look at the picture.

Look at it.

Does this man look familiar?

Look at the picture.

His name is Victor Alfondre. He was a police officer, and one of you shot him

that day.

Take a good look at his face, or what's left of it. You're Sharon

Lofton. Aren't you? My name is Nora Jean Flannery.

I live at 748 South Beckett Drive.

Either we have the wrong woman or she is the best liar I've ever met.

Besides my ex.

Yeah.

No criminal record.

No fingerprints on file.

I need a parking ticket.

She's good.

She's had a quarter of a century to get her story straight.

There's something about her flat voice and her body language.

Her voice is defensive. She's definitely lying.

But her posture, her sustained eye contact.

You know, if she thought she was going to get away with it, she would have

lawyered up long ago.

Maybe part of her is opening the door.

Are you saying she wants to be broken?

If that's true, all we got to do is find the right key.

Is it her? Is it Camara?

How do you know everything so fast?

I'm really good.

What has she told you?

Look, Andrea, I got nothing to say. I got nothing to report. I got to get down

to archives.

Just ask her about Van Horn.

He's an innocent man.

Everybody's innocent today. It's Tuesday.

All he did was lend her his car.

What?

They lived in the same building. I mean, that was the defense's position, right?

That they lived in the same building and they were friends.

I don't know about friends. He had a crush on her. You know him better than

anybody else.

If Van Horn saw her today, what would he do?

What do you mean?

Would he go off?

No, why?

What are you thinking?

Sharon Lofton, placing you under arrest for the 1976 murder of LAPD officer

Victor Alfondre.

You have the right to remain silent.

Tell me something here, Nora Jane, because you obviously think you're a

lot smarter than me.

You graduated from Parkmont High School in 1972.

You already told us you did. Be polite and answer the man, please.

Yes, I did.

Parkmont High School burnt down in 1973.

All the records were lost.

It's convenient.

Parkmont High Yearbook, 1972.

Guess what?

You ain't in it.

Did you miss the photographer that day?

Seems the paper trail on Sharon Lofton disappears around the summer of 1976.

Yeah, same time Nora Jeans begins. You know, it's funny how that happens.

Let's cut the dance.

You and your friends went into that bank. You stole $60 ,000 and you killed

whoever got in your way.

And this man, he got in your way.

And that was his punishment.

Isn't that right?

I have nothing more to say.

Yeah, well, before you shut us down, there's one faith I'd like you to see.

Long time.

Captain.

Mr. Van Horn, do you have anything you'd like to say to this woman?

I forgive you, Sharon.

What is your name?

Say it.

My name is Sharon

Renee Loftin.

When we first started robbing banks, we thought that we were freedom fighters.

and that we were storming the capitalist strongholds. I mean, we were on this

wild adventure for a while.

But then Billy and Shay discovered heroin, and by the end, most of our cash

going into their arms.

Let's talk about the day of the robbery, okay?

Pacifica Savings was supposed to be our last job.

I was already inside pretending to be a customer when Che and Billy came in.

I knew that I had less than a minute to clean out the vault.

And I was about halfway finished when I hear these voices screaming and Che

yelling at someone, so I hurried out. By the time that I got there, the officer

was already dead.

I mean, we all knew that killing was counterproductive to the movement.

And I have no idea how everything got so ugly.

And I never had a chance to ask.

The bank guard started chasing us.

And they shot him.

And then there was this off -duty police officer who started firing at us.

And there were bullets flying everywhere.

At some point, the police officer shot Chet.

We also shot Billy when we were inside the car.

We had this friend who was a nurse, and she did the best she could, but Billy

died two days later.

Wait a minute, did you say that the officer shot Chet and Billy?

That's right.

It was Lofton.

Are you saying that Kevin Van Horn wasn't one of the bank robbers?

He wasn't even there.

Kevin was innocent.

Is innocent.

Ms. Lofton, how do we know that you're not just making this up?

Trying to spring an old comrade?

Because Billy died with the bullet still in him. I buried him myself.

If you dig him up, you'll find the officer's bullet.

Where is he buried?

In the woods.

Off of Angeles Crest Highway.

I'll show you.

I don't get ballistics.

Whatever happens to me, I just want you to know that I did not kill the officer

in the bank.

You know what's going to happen to you.

You were there. Two innocent men died.

You're still going to be charged with murder.

I know.

I just don't want for my family, for my daughter to think. If what

you're saying is true, why Kevin Van Horn?

We needed a car.

And he had a crush on me.

You okay back there, Mr. Van Horn?

I'm just taking it all in.

L .A., just like I pictured it.

Skyscrapers and everything.

What happened to the Pan Pacific Center?

Oh, they tore that down 20 years ago.

Wait till you get a hold of the Beverly Center.

I see a Starbucks every 10 blocks. What did that have?

One of the yuppies decided to pay four bucks for a cup of coffee.

Want to try a latte?

My treat.

Nah, I just want to see my dad again.

Buy some new clothes.

You like some music? Yeah.

Have you had enough of mine?

I love that song.

My dad used to play Steely Dan over and over again until I got sick of it. Then

I got back at him.

Threw it in the trash, the record.

I told him my mom must have thrown it out by mistake.

You play much music while you were in?

I just air guitar.

That's all I had.

Until my cellmate got mad.

Because I'd smile, you know, when I'd hear the music in my head.

Stomp my fingers and...

I just couldn't fix it, man.

I stopped hearing the music after that.

My dad came to visit the first couple of years.

It was hard on him, you know.

People called me the cop killer.

He got death threats.

Sold everything he had for my defense.

Still in all, he'd visit every week. Three buses each way, not a word of

complaint. Sounds like a good man.

Yeah, he stopped coming in 85.

I think the doubt got him.

Maybe his health, I don't know. It's hard when you have a son that Trib calls

the embodiment of evil.

Maybe he didn't give up on you.

No, I know he did. He stopped writing five years ago, but that's all right.

I never gave up on him.

Maybe we should drive around the block a few times.

I just... I just feel like I'm going to the gas chamber. It's all going too

fast.

Yeah, I know.

Dig up a body, find a bullet, presto chango.

Next day, you're home.

Well, maybe she's not ready to see me yet.

No, whatever happened all those years ago, he's still your father.

Right, Tom?

I hear what you're saying. Just keep the motor running in case.

Come on in.

Welcome home, Mr. Van Horn.

Thanks, Miss Little.

Hi, Dad.

Where you been all day?

You're supposed to take me to the dry cleaners.

That's okay, Dad. I'm here to take care of you from now on.

Okay.

I really missed you, Dad.

I'm Andrea Little. I got your...

Sorry.

I'm Andrea.

I got your letters. Yeah, what paper do you write for?

The L .A. Weekly.

It's an alternative free press publication. We're circulated in May.

written every paper I've ever heard of.

Every politician, too.

I lose track.

So, uh...

You believe me, huh?

I believe there's sufficient evidence to reopen your case.

I think the city was looking for a quick conviction under a scapegoat, and you

were it.

Damn right.

How old are you?

28. And if you think my age disqualifies me from advocating your case, I'll just

take that lovely three -hour drive home right now. I didn't kill that cop.

I've been trying to get someone to believe me since you were seven years

Seven.

Andrea Little.

Yes. Hi there. Who are you?

Kevin McNorris, the DA's office.

You wrote the article in the Weekly about Kevin Van Horn. Just one question

you. Are you out of your mind?

There's no way he could have been in the bank or drove the getaway car.

The Weekly. Isn't that that free paper with ads for futons and liposuction?

You received the same letters from Kevin as I did. Did you read them? Miss

Little, I've got 200 letters from inmates. Child molesters, rapists,

murderers like your friend up there in Corcoran. Funny thing is, every single

one of these guys thinks they're innocent.

What are the odds of that?

Oh, given our criminal justice system, about 50 -50. Wow, must be so comforting

to have the whole world figured out. Just take a second look at the file,

please.

It's a man's life.

I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry.

You tried.

Yeah.

I ran out of cards to play.

Yeah.

Are you out of your mind?

Sorry?

It's the first thing you said to me when we met.

Oh, that's right.

Well, you know, I was right. You're a land shark.

After four years, you just figured that out?

I'm heading with it.

So, uh, I guess this is goodbye, you know.

Maybe not. I've pitched you for a profile for the Sunday magazine.

Try to sound interesting.

I'm gunning for the cover.

I'll do my best.

26 years in the jail, so what a waste.

Aren't you finished with this guy?

I know, his articles got you your job with the Trib, but come on, he's not

to win you a Pulitzer.

It's just better because you didn't have anything to do with freeing him.

Guess what? Neither did you.

Look, I'm married to the Dorothy Chandler tonight. I was thinking maybe

call you voicemail. Not tonight.

Okay.

How about if we... Look, I just have to figure out what I want. Wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to take some time off.

Clear my head.

I really got to go.

I'll call your voice, ma 'am.

Thank you, Ms. Little.

Is that you?

Yeah. I'm just getting beer.

Okay.

I just put the kids to bed. I'll be out there in a sec.

Hey.

I need some time to zone out, all right?

I've never seen you looking so bad, my funky one.

You tell me that your superfine mind has come undone.

Any major dude would have a heart, surely will tell you, my friend.

You coming in? No.

Start flirting with that pretty teller, you'll be in there a year and a half.

No, I won't.

They moved her to another branch, okay?

I'll be 10, 15 minutes down.

You're a first -class schmo, you know that?

Find me.

Any major dude, yeah.

Well,

look at mine.

Call the police. Come as the 211 in progress.

Do it!

Yeah, hi.

I meant to speak to... I'm a police officer, LAPD.

Everybody get up. Slowly.

It's okay.

Victor.

Victor!

Before we go on, a big attaboy for Detective Smith and Stevens.

Sharon Lofton has been arraigned for the murder of Officer Victor Alfondri.

May she find fair and swift justice in hell.

Consequently, the DA's office is requesting a courtesy transport for

Horn. who will arrive in L .A. from Cochran State Prison within the hour.

Do I have volunteers?

I'd rather not assign it, but I will.

Thank you, Tom.

Ray?

What did you just get us into?

Give us a minute, Ray.

Why?

Why what?

Why are you driving Van Horn?

He needs a drive.

He needs a drive to the gas chamber. He's a cop killer.

Oh, been reading newspapers?

He's innocent.

Hell, he is.

He was convicted for being the driver, right?

How could he be the driver? You shot the driver. They found your bullet in his

body yesterday.

Then Horn is involved.

How?

Maybe he's the brains behind it. Brains? Dad, what are you, Dick Tracy?

He's a musician who loaned his car to a pretty girl.

Not anything.

You keep telling yourself that.

Not to be you who drives him.

This department helped put this guy away for 26 years for something he didn't

do. But don't you think at least we owe him a courtesy ride?

But it has to be you. Might as well be.

You've all did?

That's right.

You think I don't see what this is?

What are you trying to get back at me?

For what?

What do you think, I don't see your face anytime anyone mentions Victor's name?

Whatever you think happened that night is a figment of your imagination.

I know what happened.

You don't know anything!

You never had a partner that was murdered.

You know, I hope by now you know what it means to be a cop.

But you don't.

Oh, see, Dad, that's where you're wrong. I do know.

And one of the things I know is that when a cop gets murdered, the first

question you ask is, where was his partner?

Right? Don't you ask yourself that question.

When a cop gets taken out, where was his partner?

I know I do.

It was a regular Hallmark moment.

Come on, Gabby, give me the keys. I got us another fare.

Colby Bryant's got to get to the Staples Center by 7.

Doesn't feel right, does it, this vision quest you concocted?

Van Horn won, Turk got brick.

He's talking out of your ass.

No, I'm not.

Van Horn wasn't the only one in that car today looking for his father.

My dad.

You can be a real son of a bitch.

We had words.

Yeah, I heard.

What is it with you and him?

I don't know. We fight.

I don't mean now.

Back then, 1976.

I was eight years old.

No one had told me what was going on.

My mom put me to bed and told me to leave my dad alone.

It was summer, still light out.

I couldn't go to sleep, so all I could think about was these firecrackers my

cousin had given me, and I just couldn't leave them alone.

Never do that again.

He pointed a loaded gun at my head.

I don't think I ever really trusted him again.

All because of that knife.

No.

I would have gone that way.

You were afraid of him.

You know what Spock says.

Fear leads to anger.

Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to stuff.

Wasn't that Yoda?

Yoda, Spock, Dr. Laura. They all blur.

What are you going to do now?

Our hag's officially off the clock.

Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

Nah, I'm shot.

I'm gonna make it an early one.

What'd you do now?

Brought beer.

Domestic.

Where's mom?

Is that your sister's?

You lay out your three aspirin?

I'll put out two.

It's nothing to do with your partner's dying. You're not responsible, Dad.

I still want to go to my grave.

Regretting said that.

It wasn't your fault.

It's no different than him walking across the street and getting hit by a

There's nothing you can do.

Is this where we hug?

Tell me about him.

Who?

Victor.

Why?

Because he was your partner.

And as much as he can be a pain in the ass with his constant yapping, I don't

know what I'd do if Ray got killed.

You mean you don't know if he'd do something stupid?

I hope I wouldn't, but I don't know.

You wouldn't.

You're a better man than that.

You know, the only thing I remember about Victor was that he was tall.

He'd pick me up and he'd swing me around.

He loved you.

And his sister, too, but you in particular.

He said he always wanted kids, and I think he'd make a good father.

I just wondered whether he could ever settle down.

He was so damn handsome.

Real ladies' man.

You start flirting with that pretty teller, you'll be in there a year and a

half. No, I won't.

They moved her to another branch, okay?

I'll be, uh, ten, fifteen minute stops.

You're a first class schmo, you know that?

Timing.

Norah Jean, is it true what they're telling me?

You used our child and me as camouflage,

didn't you?

In the beginning, Mayor.

But we built a life together.

A marriage that was... whole other life.

Tell me one thing.

Anything.

I love you.

Anything.

Did you kill that cop?

No. I am not a killer.

I can take anything as long as Lily doesn't think that her mommy is the

I am not.

LAPD, drop your weapons.

Drop your weapons.