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28. Here it is.

SFPD, open up!

Maybe we should talk to the neighbor
that called.

She wouldn't give a name. She just said
that they were abusing this beautiful

little boy.

Entree.

SFPD!

God,

he's on a leash.

Are you okay?

You put your hands on your head and
kneel to the ground now.

This is between me and my wife. Get out!
Do it!

Ta -da!

Oh, Mom, I told you you didn't have to.

I know, but you're so recuperating. I'm
spoiling you.

Shut up. Quit while you're ahead.

Wow.

You made pancakes.

Thanks a lot.

Sorry. Just that sometimes your pancakes
are a little, uh... What?

Billy.

Why is that?

They don't look like they did in the
magazine. I saw their recipe to the

Why are they not fluffy?

Maybe it's not in your nature to be
fluffy.

Are you going to accept the fact that
I'm never going to be Martha Stewart?

Hey, Mom?

What?

Remember when we were talking about me
getting a job down the division?

Hey, anytime you're ready.

It's not for me.

It'd be for Jessica's mom.

Corinne? Supermom?

How come?

They've been having some hard times
since Jessica's dad died.

Oh.

Well, just have her download a job
application.

Stop it by my office, and I'll take care
of it personally.

I really, really appreciate it, Mom.

What's the point of having a mom? It's a
big wig if you can't take advantage of

it. No, not just about Corinne.

How did you stay here, taking care of
me, breakfast in bed?

Don't get any ideas.

And don't run around too much today,
okay?

Goodbye, mother.

The suspect refused to drop the crowbar
after repeated warnings.

Do you believe you would have been
within the departmental guidelines on

of lethal force? Have you shot him?

Yes, I do. Do you believe it was a
mistake for Inspector Reed to attempt to

physically... Disarm a man so much
larger than she was?

No.

But it's not something you would have
done.

It was a choice I wouldn't have made,
but it wasn't a mistake.

Why? Why?

You killed him.

You killed my husband.

and lose it. I saw his eyes roll. You
cannot do that here in front of them.

The IAD guy, he just wants to ask you a
few questions and then we're gone. Maybe

I held the chokehold too long. You
applied that hold correctly. You didn't

anything wrong, okay?

Mrs. Uchida, did you happen to see
anything else?

Thank you.

Hey,

Chang. What do you got? Shogi Uchida,
age 52, tourist, out for a drive with

wife. Got lost, got out to look at a
map, encountered two persons, late

early 20s, one male, one female.

Red T -shirt, black windbreakers, black
jeans.

You get the picture.

Bang, banger.

Ethnicity? Latino.

One gunshot went blank to the chest.

Is that the wife?

Yeah.

Yumiko Uchida. She's native Japanese,
but she speaks English.

Any other witnesses?

None so far.

All right, thanks. Sure.

Mrs. Uchida?

I'm Inspector Ramirez. This is Inspector
Extend.

Today was our 25th wedding anniversary.

We celebrated our first in San
Francisco.

It was Shogi's idea to come back.

He loved this city.

I'm sorry. I know you've told this story
already, and I know this is a difficult

time, but we are going to need you to go
through it again for us.

So the man came up to the car.

They demanded our money.

The man removed a gun from inside his
jacket.

My husband grabbed for it.

The woman threw me to the ground. I
turned, I... The man shot

my husband in the chest. Then they both
ran away.

We'd like it if you could sit with a
police sketch artist.

Did you get a good look at their faces?

Not the girls. The man, yes.

I will remember his face forever.

And the dragons.

I'm sorry, the dragons? The gun. It was,
um...

It was silver with dragons breathing
fire on it. Where exactly were these

dragons? Engraved on the barrel of the
gun.

So what happens now?

Well, unfortunately, you'll be assigned
to your desk until the investigation's

complete. You'll have some nerve
-wracking meetings with internal

And we have to wait for the autopsy
report, so I'd say two weeks stops,

get it cleared up.

You mean I'll be cleared up?

It's so quiet out there.

It's different.

From the information I have, you did
your job.

And you did it correctly.

I still killed somebody today.

I wish there was something else I could
say.

I need to know that I have your support
and the support of everybody out there.

Everyone out there knows how these
domestic disturbances can be. Everyone

knows that this is our single most
dangerous goal.

So much for support, huh?

Ange, from what both you and C .D. tell
me, this should go away very quickly.

Every cop out there knows what you're
going through.

Yeah.

Why do I feel so alone?

Okay,

great.

Well, you got me. You cheat a murder.

Gang Task Force came up with a name for
this guy, T -Dog.

Real name, Luis Cota.

Hardcore gangster, runs with Los Primos.

The girl they're not sure of. Yeah, they
think it's some new girl that he's been

seen with recently.

Shy girl.

Her real name's unknown.

Los Primos won't give him up.

Maybe a rival set.

GTF had an idea.

It seems T -Dog recently split with a
woman named Dreamer.

Who runs with Trett that they dose.

Anyway, Dreamer wasn't too happy about
the breakup.

A woman scorned.

Well, who's looking for T -Doc? TTF has
their people on it.

Good. Meanwhile, talk to Dreamer in the
house.

Vaness, then.

Vaness, my middle name.

Dreamer, this isn't difficult, people.
Where is she? We're not looking for her

for a crime, right? We just want to ask
for something.

Move it.

Damn.

Look out. No.

We hate you more.

I'm dreaming.

Hey, thanks for coming, pal.

Next time, call ahead.

I'll make chorizo. You look like you
could use some.

Rachel's pager.

What you gonna do?

Nothing, that's what.

Well, this can't be right. I think
Dreamer scammed us.

Rachel Garcia.

That's the address registered with the
pager company.

Hello. Is this Garcia?

Uh -huh. We're inspectors with the San
Francisco Police Department.

We're looking for this woman here.

No, I'm sorry. I don't know her.

What's this about? Do you have a
daughter?

Yes, I do. My daughter, Rachel.

Does Rachel still have a pager number
5550131?

May we come in, please?

Sure. Thank you.

I don't know him, and this is obviously
not Rachel.

What do you want this person for?

Why is it obviously not Rachel? I know
my own daughter.

How did you get her pager number? Is
this your family?

This is my husband, Eduardo.

And that's my son, James.

He's away at school at the University of
Oregon.

Inspectors, what is this all about?

The woman in the sketch was identified
as being present at the scene of a

What sort of crime?

Armed robbery.

Well, if you think that Rachel could be
involved, you're wasting your time.

Well, you have a lovely home.

Thank you. Have you been here long?

Seven years. Well, yeah.

Well, we moved down from the projects in
Oakland. My husband and I grew up

there.

But we wanted something better for our
children.

Well, thank you anyway for your
cooperation. And if you could have

contact us.

As soon as she returns, hopefully we can
clear this up. Would you happen to have

a picture of Rachel we could have?

It would just be helpful.

Great. Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you, Mrs. Garcia.

Have a nice day. You too.

What do you think? Well, not exactly.
Most primo's turf.

Either her mother's lying or we have the
wrong girl.

Obviously, she doesn't know what her
daughter's really been up to. How could

not? It's her kid.

It makes me crazy when I hear those
stories of parents that don't know their

kids have guns or drugs in the room, you
know?

Wait till you have kids, Jen. That's all
I have to say.

Well, anyway, Garcia is lying.

She's going to warn Rachel.

It's better if we get to her first.

Why don't we page her?

Why don't we have our friend Dreamer do
it?

Corinne couldn't come in herself.

Just stop for a sec, will you?

What kind of meeting?

It'll just take a sec.

Mrs. Sullivan filled out the application
and signed it, but Jessica says she's

afraid to come in.

This is not like you.

She's been a housewife her whole life.
She's never had a job.

Scared no one's going to want her.

She's almost 50, you know.

Ancient.

Can she use a computer?

She can type.

On a typewriter.

Usually these positions require knowing
certain computer programs.

Mom, she really needs the work.

They could lose their house.

I'll give it a try.

Can't promise anything.

Thank you. I gotta go. Okay, see ya.

Francisco, police, don't move.

Turn around, Rachel.

Step away and clasp your hands behind
her head now.

The bitch Dreamer won't have nowhere she
can hide.

Suspect is here.

I didn't do nothing, all right?

It was Rachel.

Game's over, Rachel.

We went to your house. We know who you
are.

In that case, I want a lawyer.

Get your filthy hands off me.

Turn around. Watch your head.

Maybe the one on the far left.

Sixth.

But you're not sure.

I'm sorry.

She looks so young.

Angela, did you call Daniel yet?

No.

He's working an 18 -hour shift.

He's busy saving lives.

Don't do that to yourself.

Maybe I should have stayed in the
mayor's office.

I didn't have enough experience to be on
the street.

You said it yourself, remember?

I was wrong.

I lost control.

And a man is dead.

What is the lesson I'm supposed to learn
here?

Huh, CD?

How is this going to be okay?

I'm going to call your husband.

And then I'll drive you home.

Hi, sweetie, it's Mom.

Listen, I have Corinne's application
here, but the Social Security number is

wrong. Do you have their home phone?

Why would it be disconnected?

Oh, God.

Okay, I'll drop it off myself on the way
home, okay?

Yeah, I know you owe me.

All right, honey, bye.

felony murder.

She was involved in a robbery where a
death occurred.

Captain, do you play poker?

Guess what? Time to fold.

She helps us find T -Dog. We consider a
negotiation.

You're not grasping the concept here. My
client, Miss Garcia, is innocent.

She was identified in a lineup by the
victim's wife.

The woman was unsure.

Rachel is the shooter's girlfriend.

According to a gang member with a long
criminal history, we deny it. Even if it

were true, it's not illegal.

I am willing to put Rachel on the stand,
take my chances. We'll see who the

court believes.

Rachel happens to be an honor student.

Did you know she was going to Berkeley
in the fall?

Doesn't look like the dean's list to me.

It's called hip -hop, Inspector.

There's probably a whole youth culture
out there you're entirely unaware of.

She testifies against T -Dog. We reduce
the charges to felony assault.

It's one year. It's the best you're
going to get.

I've petitioned for an early bail
hearing.

I'll see you in court.

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I'll have you home in time for dinner.

I'd like to know how the Garcias can
afford to hire a lawyer like you to

represent their daughter.

I think he's a friend of Garcia's boss.

Oh, well.

I don't know. Maybe this is a case of
mistaken identity.

She's an honor student.

Her parents are hardworking, middle
-class people.

It just doesn't add up. I think Rachel
has a bad case of I want to be a

homegirl. And by the time her parents
moved into white suburbia, she had

rooted herself in her own community.

New neighborhood, new school.

Doesn't fit in.

Gangs are all about fitting in, right?

I know about that.

You were never in a gang.

No, but my sister was.

Always about hip to be a gangster, you
know?

Yeah, well, you got out. So did the
Garcias. I think the Garcias are in

about where they're from and where their
daughter's at right now.

Yeah. More at home with T -Dog and
Dreamer than she is Ken and Barbie.

Yep.

Kate, look how pretty. Kate!

How are you? It's been a long time.

How have you been? Oh, I'm good.

I was sorry to hear about your husband.

It's a real shock.

Especially since he just had a physical
exam the month before and then a massive

heart attack. My goodness.

He died before we could even get him to
the hospital.

It was really hard on Jessica.

She was very close with him, you know.
I'm sorry.

You want to come in?

Oh, no, thanks. I can't.

Actually, there's just a little problem
with your job application.

Wrong social security number?

What? What is this about? What
application?

Jessica asked Amanda if I would help you
get a job down at the station. You

didn't know about this.

Well, I don't believe this. Why would
she do that?

She was worried about you.

About having to sell the house. Well,
we're fine. We're okay, really. I don't

know what she's told you, but we're just
fine financially.

I mean, my husband has provided very
well for us.

You know, I don't need a job.

Listen, I know it's got to be tough
trying to reenter the job market at this

point in life, but a lot of women are
doing it, and there are a lot of good

out there. You don't understand. I am
not interested.

In fact, I really would appreciate it if
you would just stay out of my affairs.

Sorry. I was trying to help. I don't
need your help.

Or your pity.

Okay, so I'll just toss this, then.
Yeah, I don't care what you do with it.

don't come back here again, okay?

You got it.

John Thomas was a mechanic.

He worked hard and he loved his family.

Yet this morning, Inspector Angela Reed
needlessly came onto his property and

committed murder.

This is just another example of the
culture of brutality that permeates the

Francisco Police Department.

Why isn't there someone from the police
department defending you?

It's policy, Daniel.

No comment until the investigation is
complete.

I gotta hang you for this, Angie.

Because you were defending yourself
against some animal. He wasn't an

He was drunk. And he was violent.

And he just needed a chance to sober up.
He didn't get that chance.

And what about the leash his kid was
tied to? Why aren't they charging her

child abuse?

And what about assaulting a police
officer?

Her child is in protective custody.

But they're dropping the charges against
her.

I guess murder beats child abuse and
assault any day of the week.

Angie, you didn't murder anyone.

Maybe not, Daniel.

But how do I go back in there and do my
job after this? Don't, okay? Forget your

job. I hate your job.

I hate what it's done to you. I hate the
fact that you carry a gun.

I hate that every single day you walk
out this door, you risk your life.

I get a sick feeling in my stomach.

From the moment you walk out that door
in the morning until the moment you come

home at night.

Your job.

It's going to destroy you. It's going to
destroy us. And I don't want that to

happen.

Oh, Daniel.

She's gone. Please help us find her.

Mr. Garcia, she's out on bail, okay? If
she doesn't leave this day... You don't

understand. We had a fight. She wanted
to leave but wouldn't tell us where, so

we took her car keys. And she took mine
instead. If she did witness the murder,

her life could be in danger. Can we
search her car? Yes.

Here we go.

Here's our man, T -Dog.

Luis Cota.

Luis, Rachel knew him when she was
growing up.

She kept a charity doll?

What's a charity doll?

Oh, every Christmas the city would send
these trucks to deliver these cheap

plastic dolls to the projects, to the
poor people.

Why, the kids would line up for blocks,
and every Christmas you'd see hundreds

of them carrying these cheap 50 -cent
dolls all around.

I never let Rachel have one.

She'd bring them home, and I'd throw
them out.

Why? That doll is a symbol of poverty.

Maybe it was just a doll to her.

Does Rachel have access to any money?

Why? Well, the more money she has, the
easier it is for her to disappear.

Her college fund, it became a joint
account when she turned 18.

How much money?

Almost $15 ,000.

That's her future. She wouldn't.

Sam, could you get me DMV Investigation
Sacramento office?

Hi.

Yeah, I need you to run a name for me.

Uh -huh. Then fax me a copy of her
license and a thumbprint from her latest

application.

Corinne. Sylvan. S -Y -L -V -A -N.

This is Corinne.

A .K .A. Mary Buckland.

1970.

She made the front page.

Been wanted by the FBI for over 30 years
for firebombing a recruiting station.

I can't believe this.

This can't be Corinne. She's a regular
mom.

I know.

She drove in the carpool. She used to
bake us Toll House cookies after school.

Well, you know, it was a different time.

So, how did you find all this out,
anyway?

Well, when I stopped by her house to get
the right social security number, it

was just weird. She acted so strange.

I mean, she really freaked out. She
didn't make any eye contact with me.

did you ever stop to think that maybe
she was just embarrassed?

I've been a cop a long time.

She was guilty as hell.

This happened, like, 30 years ago.

So go to prison.

Then what's going to happen to Jessica?

You know, there was a man who was
severely injured in the blast.

He lost the use of his legs.

She's wanted by the FBI. I don't have a
choice. The hell you don't.

This woman is not Mary Buckland. She
hasn't been hurt for 30 years.

You don't seem to understand the gravity
of this. No, you don't seem to

understand. Jessica is my best friend.
She came to me for help.

She lost her father six months ago, and
now I'm going to take her mother away

from her?

Mom, I trusted you.

That was my first mistake.

Never again.

When you employed the upper body hold to
Mr. Thomas, did you apply the pressure

to the side of his neck as you were
trained, or was the grip against his

The side of the neck. It was to the side
of the neck.

How can you be so sure?

My partner applied the hold correctly.

Inspector DiLorenzo, you previously
stated that you were involved subduing

Thomas. You told me that by the time you
arrived to help Inspector Reed, she was

already performing mouth -to -mouth
resuscitation on the suspect.

I've already told you what happened. Do
we have to go over this again?

One more time.

Did you apply the pressure to his throat
or against the side of his neck?

The side of the neck. You're sure?

Yes.

I mean, I think.

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

She was fighting for her life and for
mine. That wife -beating child abuser

a crowbar and he was coming right at
her. Noted.

Inspector DiLorenzo, you stated in your
initial interview that you believed it

was a mistake for Inspector Reed to
attempt to physically disarm Mr. Thomas.

That's not what I said.

Inspector DiLorenzo said that?

And I quote, she made a choice I
wouldn't have made.

Let's get to the point here.

Do you believe Inspector DeLorenzo would
have been within the departmental

guidelines on the use of lethal force
had she fired upon Mr. Thomas?

Yes. Then why did you step in front of
her and try to disarm him?

I guess I was motivated by his son
watching.

Look, I didn't want the little boy to
see his father die right in front of his

eyes. And so you let the emotion get the
best of you, took over the logic.

Please answer the question.

I believe I've already answered it.

We caught a break.

GTF find T -Dog?

No, but something almost as good.

Meet Little Loco.

Got a problem.

He was busted this morning with 15 vials
of rock.

He wants to tell us about his friend T
-Dog.

Don't you, little?

Or is it local?

Yeah.

So, uh, T -Dog rings me, right?

Says he wants a kilo of coke.

Pure, uncut. I said, fine. I got access,
homie. We're talking about $15 ,000.

Because I know this homeboy's broke.

On a good day, he can maybe afford
change for the meter.

Anyways. He tells me all that changed
now, right? He's got some chica in his

pocket. It's just won the lottery.

So I said, all right, but show me before
I deliver that product.

He says, cool.

So we're supposed to meet, but now,
uh... Misdemeanor possession.

I'll make it work with the DA.

All right.

Where?

86th and Grand, in the alley, behind the
glass factory.

When?

Five minutes ago.

Hey, one more thing, eh? T asked me to
hook him up with a clean passport.

I said I'd make the call, but it's not
really my deal.

One passport or two?

Nah, just one.

For him.

He said the lottery girl ain't going
nowhere.

T -Dog.

What happened?

I came here to meet T -Dog.

I had all my money with me. We were
going to run away.

And then some guy showed up.

Who? I don't know. I never saw him
before.

And he told T -Dog to give him the bag
with all the money in it.

T -Dog pulled his piece.

The guy shot him and took off.

Killed him.

Stay there.

Come around.

Come around.

Have a seat.

Thanks for coming in.

Well, I think by the way you invited me,
I didn't have a choice.

I want you to know.

That was 1970.

I was a member of Students for a
Liberated Society.

There was no end in sight to the war.

My boyfriend, the first boy I ever
loved, went off to Vietnam the year

and was killed.

There was this Marine Corps enlistment
station.

Two -room building, little tiny thing,
right off campus. And we thought that if

we could destroy that building, we could
save lives.

It was pretty naive, I guess.

Yep.

It was 30 years ago, but you know, some
of it, I remember like it was yesterday.

It was 3 o 'clock in the morning and...

The building was closed, and there was
not supposed to be anybody in there.

But it turned out that there was this
young officer who worked there, and he

sleeping on a cot in the storage room.

The building erupted into this huge
fireball, just... And I remember my

friends and I, we were just... We were
jumping up and down. We were hugging

other.

And suddenly,

we heard these screams.

Terrible screams.

And I remember we tried to go in there
to get that guy out of there.

But we couldn't get in there.

The flames were so high.

We couldn't get back in there.

And there was nothing we could do.

Where'd you go?

I went to Canada for a while.

I met my husband. He was Canadian.

And we came back here.

I took his name and I used his credit
cards and pretty soon, you know, I was

someone else.

Sure.

Yeah.

So, what happens now?

Do you handcuff me?

I'm not arresting you.

You know, there have been a number of
cases like yours in recent years, and

a lot better if you turn yourself in.

The FBI?

That's the field office in the city.

And I have the name of a defense
attorney for you.

He's a good man.

It's actually an old 60s radical
themselves.

Yeah.

I will expect to hear of your surrender
in the morning.

If not, of course, I'll have to come
after you myself.

Give me the abridged version.

Well... According to Rachel, she was not
there when Chita was shot, and

according to what T -Dog told her, Mr.
Uchida attacked him.

Naturally, Rachel has no idea the
money's for dope. Of course not.

Anyway, little Loco doesn't show, and
then suddenly some mystery gangster,

neither one of them know, shows up, and
bang, bang, T -Dog's dead.

Why was Rachel during all this?

She was hiding behind some dumpsters.
Yeah.

She didn't get a good look at the
mystery gangster. She's coming in at

her lawyer to make a formal statement.

I can hardly wait.

Ramirez, Jill, it's the crime lab.

What?

Have you captured a man who murdered my
husband?

The truth is, we're a little confused.

Is this the gun that was used to shoot
your husband?

Yes, it is.

It can't be, Mrs. Uchida. See, because
we just received a forensics report on

the bullet that was removed from your
husband's body, and the ballistics don't

match.

I don't understand.

Okay. The, uh... The bullet that killed
your husband did not come from this gun.

But I saw it. Well, let's go over that
again.

Your husband struggled with the man who
had the gun. The woman pushed you to the

ground. I turned back to look.

I heard a gunshot.

It happened very fast.

If you heard the shot first and then
turned, you couldn't have witnessed your

husband being shot.

The man was holding the gun.

Shogi had fallen.

In my mind, it happened that way.

The woman who pushed you, did she have a
gun?

I never saw her with one.

Well, if you heard a shot and then
turned around, what was the woman doing?

was running away.

Can you excuse me? Just a minute.

Sorry, again?

It's in there in general.

Mr.

Garcia? Hi, this is Inspector Ramirez.

I just wanted to ask you, do you own a
gun?

You do?

Okay, can you please do me a favor and
check to see if it's still there?

Thank you.

Put your bag down and put your hands
over your head.

You gonna shoot me?

What's up with that?

Show us your hands!

Think, Rachel!

Think!

Put the gun down, Rachel!

restore John Thomas to life.

But what I can do is to see that the
needs of his widow and child are

for. To that end, I intend to file an
$80 million wrongful death action

the San Francisco Police Department and
Inspector Angela Reed.

Excuse me.

I guess that's what I have to look
forward to every day, huh?

Okay, I have a suggestion.

You got some vacation time coming.

Captain, I am not going to take this
lying down.

I've always been a fighter. I'm not
going to quit now.

Waiting for the hoopla to die down isn't
giving up.

Take a week.

Okay.

Now, you may not be my most experienced
inspector out there, but you're smart.

And you care about people.

Street smarts can be taught. The other
stuff can't.

Besides, I'm not giving up either. I
want you back at work.

Meekron.

Rachel.

Maybe it's not Rachel.

I'm shy, girl. No, Rachel, don't. Stop
calling me that.

You want to know who your little girl
is?

I took your gun and shot at that turita
who wanted to hurt T -Dog.

My man needed me and I wasn't going to
let him down.

Don't. And then I did that pendejo bath
who wanted to rip me off and waste me.

After everything I did for him, he had
it coming.

Little mija como, I don't understand.

No, you don't.

You don't have a clue.

Get out of my face.

That's not our daughter.

That's not Rachel. That's somebody else.

Jessica just called me.

She said her mom told her this
unbelievable story about her past.

She was crying so hard I could barely
understand what she was saying.

Honey, I've had a really tough day. She
wanted...

Thank you.

Thank me.

The story her mother told her was that
she decided to come clean with their

and surrender.

You were the only law enforcement
officer she knew.

Apparently, not only did you help her,
but you also gave her the name of a

lawyer who incidentally offered to
represent her for free.

No kidding.

She told you that? She did.

Wow.

I guess she was grateful for the way you
treated her.

So am I.

You hungry?

Yeah.

What would you say to an omelet?

I would say, I've had your omelets.

Martha Stewart would weep.

It's okay?

Yeah.

Sausage? Pepperoni. You're on.

Yeah, we'd like to order a large
pepperoni pizza. Extra large.

Extra large.

Extra cheese.

With extra cheese.