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The story you are about to see was inspired by actual events.

The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

It was Wednesday. It was warm in Los Angeles.

My partner and I were working the day shift out of Robbery Homicide.

The call came in at 11 .15.

A butcher shop, Boyle Heights, two men down.

At first it was like any other case.

How could I know where it would lead?

Or that it would put my entire career on the line?

Most of all, how could I know it would end in the use of deadly force?

That I would be responsible for taking a life?

Armed robbers who were smart worked at night. Less traffic, easier to get away.

These robbers were clumsy and reckless.

That made them more dangerous.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

This is trigger happy.

Like five or six shots each.

Elfman here thinks he's Ouija.

Who?

Young people, no education.

Famous. The picture's a dead body.

Let's hope that camera's working.

Joe, Frank.

The deceased.

Juan, 5K, 36.

Carter, Samuel, L29.

We're still camera team. No luck yet. Someone's got something.

This neighborhood couldn't get witness to a smuggler.

Deckard. John Gonzalez, the underplay. Oh, no.

Detective,

you were at the scene of the crime and two people were dead.

I don't understand.

Why did you think that others were left alive?

We didn't. We had no idea.

Detective Friday followed procedure.

He asked to see the store's security camera tape.

Miss Chang, the county civilian review board makes that decision.

Let's not make this adversarial.

This detective's career is at stake.

All right, let's proceed.

You didn't know the others were left alive, so you asked to see the security

tape. That's correct.

The owner of the place led us to a storeroom to get the security tape.

We hoped it would lead us to the robbers. We were surprised when we went

found Mr. and Mrs. Pope.

What in God's name?

We heard shots. What happened out there? What happened in here?

There were three of them. He brought us back here to kill us. Who brought you

back here?

The two who were robbing the store. They sent us back with this kid. He had a

gun. They told him to kill us.

Wait. How many robbers? All together, three of them. And they sent you back

here? With the boy, he was like 19 or 20.

He taped us up, stood there with the gun.

I thought we were dead.

What happened? He just stared at us. And then, bam, bam, he fired into the

ceiling. Yeah, and then we heard a lot of shots. It sounded like a war out

there. That boy was supposed to shoot us.

All right, please don't move.

I heard that kid was. He wasn't a killer. Whoever was out front thinks

people are dead.

Dan, do us a favor. Put a car in this alley. Get these two people in it. Don't

let anyone see them.

What is it?

It's, uh, complicated. Put them in that apartment on 6th. The one I see keeps

for witnesses.

We'll get there later.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Son of a... Detective, what did you think you were doing?

I was attempting to protect our witnesses. I'd like to explain why.

These two men were the robbers. We later identified them as Brian Sanchez and

his brother Daryl, and we knew that they'd killed the two store employees.

We knew that they ordered this man, Tommy Lee Martinez, to kill the two

locked in the storeroom, Mr. and Mrs. Polk.

But Martinez fired the shots into the ceiling, sparing their lives.

The pokes had seen the robbers' faces. If the robbers knew, they'd try to kill

them. They'd also try to kill their accomplice.

I had to find the robbers before they found out the pokes were still alive.

So you coerced the coroner to lie.

Order another van.

Use body bags. You'll need two.

Stuff them with newspaper or something.

Do you want to explain this? Not really.

We'll handle the prop.

Whatever you say.

I trust you. I really do.

But this could be a terrible mistake.

Mistakes help us love.

You ready?

I always wanted to learn how to get my ass fried. Here it comes.

Julie, media relations?

What do we know?

Armed robbery, four dead, no suspect.

I admit I misled the press. I asked the coroner's office to pretend two people

were dead when they weren't. You're risking your career as a police officer.

That young man risked his life to save two other people's lives. I didn't want

him to die.

Four dead, no leads.

Easy.

Detective, I would assume that you would like to remain on the fourth.

If I were you, I would think very carefully about what you're saying.

I did what I did then. I do the same thing now.

Enough people would die before this was over.

I appreciate this.

You deserve help. I'm good at it.

Well, this won't help you at the DA's office, representing a cop. I can always

get a job.

Anyway, my family has money, so, you know, if I'm out of work, they'll pay

bill.

This is going to get rougher.

They're just doing their job.

Well, with the most recent past, Rampart, they're going to try to look

aggressive to cover themselves.

Try to stay cool. Don't let them rattle you.

Very tossed on a revisit.

Tertullian said the truth doesn't blush.

Let's move on to your manipulation of the media.

A certain reporter was given exclusive rights to this case?

Yes. In exchange for keeping certain facts from the public.

Facts being the actual number of victims.

You announced four dead. I heard a rumor. I heard it was only two.

Who's been spreading rumors?

You know I can't tell you that.

Is it true?

You don't want to do this. Of course I do. It's my job.

And my deadline is just under three hours.

That's another problem with reporters.

They never see the whole picture.

Jot for me. I'll see it.

What if we told you lies were at stake?

Well, I want to be reasonable.

Here's my offer.

I get it.

Exclusive. I don't have it by eight tomorrow night. I run it anyway.

You lie to me, I have no choice.

I roast you.

Deal? Deal.

At this point, you still had no ID for that third gunman.

No. We asked the detective from robbery division to look at the security tape.

That looks like the Sanchez boys.

Daryl, the big one, the co -big D.

Kid brother's Brian, known as Baby.

You recognize the little guy?

White T -shirt, up in the left -hand corner.

That's the third robber.

No, I can't identify him. We'll get Caltech to enhance this.

It's cold.

Takes its wig, fires away.

Look at the kid.

He just left the pokes in the storeroom, didn't kill him? Yeah.

The clerks are dead and he's in shock. Now watch.

They have to come back and drag him out of there.

Did it tell me what I think it means?

Well, they sent him on back to pop the customers.

He was scared, nervous.

The Sanchez brothers?

I'd be nervous.

These are very bad guys.

Daryl Sanchez and Brian Sanchez both had extensive rap sheets.

2211s, 3 DUIs, multiple possession arrests.

And now that we have the names in the mugshot, we went to our witnesses to

confirm the ID.

I don't like this being locked up here.

Mr. Polk, you've got to realize the robbers may recognize you.

Now, if we don't find them, you're not going to be safe anywhere.

Do you recognize any of those men?

Oh, definitely.

Him and him.

I don't know.

He's afraid that if he identifies them, they're going to come back and kill us.

You want me to identify them?

Okay.

But right now, let me be straight with you. You stick me in a courtroom with

gangbangers in the front row, then no, I never saw them before. I don't

recognize anyone.

Neither does my wife.

In the meantime, we focused on finding the Sanchez brothers.

We had a previous address and located their cousin, Estella, to no one.

We had her come in.

I had to go out anyway.

I hate these people. They're complete scum. We appreciate you coming down.

Oh, I know what you really think.

You think we all hate cops.

Not me. I want you on my street every day, because that way, I stay alive.

The more cops, the better.

Please have a seat.

Look at all my bottles.

They're garbage.

When I was a little girl, they shot my baby brother.

These gangs.

Your cousin, the Big D and Baby.

That whole family.

Do you have any idea where we could find them?

I've been trying since you called.

The last time they're on the run, they went way the hell out the middle of

nowhere.

Let me think.

One of those towns...

In places I've never been.

The desert or county?

I don't know. Well, they got to hang someplace.

Gangbangers, other houses.

I got an idea.

You know that crack house? Virgil and Tent?

Well, Narco will know it. We'll find it.

Big B.

He used to sell them crack.

They know where he hangs.

So although the woman was a relative of the robbers, you accepted what she said?

I didn't think she had a reason to lie. She seemed genuinely interested in

helping us.

You checked out her story?

Narco told us where the crack house was.

We drove over there and found it. Hey, get up.

Come on. Let's go. On your feet.

Come on. In there. In here.

Sit down.

We want information.

Big D, Baby Sanchez. You tell us where they are, you get your smoke back.

You don't?

I'm going to throw that down the sewer.

Think about it.

Hey.

Give me a salt rock, pendejo.

Give us the Sanchez brothers.

They hang in Cordera.

Orange Cordera. Out by 66.

Why Cordera?

Friend of Baby and Big D live out there. Friend who?

Name it, Tommy Lee Martinez.

Baby stopped Tommy from getting pork depressed and, you know, performing.

Where in Cordera? And don't say you don't know.

The motel.

Sleepy Glen.

We drove to the city of Cordera to see if the information was accurate.

Do you know anyone on the Cordera Police Department?

No. It's a small city.

You didn't call them for backup?

Not immediately. We went to the motel where the drug addicts had told us the

Sanchez brothers might be.

We discovered that two men had registered under the name of Jones. They

description of the Sanchez brothers.

Why didn't you simply arrest the Sanchez's immediately?

We were out of LAPD jurisdiction.

Following procedure, we requested backup from the Cordera PD.

Detective, tell them how long it took the city of Cordero police to respond.

Almost two hours. At the time, I thought it was because they were understaffed.

I had no idea that it was for a very different reason. A different reason.

That assumes that you're right about what happened. The delay was on purpose.

think the facts bear that out.

They finally arrived with an assault team.

This is my partner. This is Joe Friday.

Joe. How are you doing? This is Sergeant Gil Thorne and Detective Sid Wolf.

Joe. Jack Quinn.

How you doing?

Bathroom window.

They're gone.

Well, well, well.

Saw themselves on TV.

These are lucky guys.

You thought your suspects had been tipped off so they could escape?

We found the TV news crew just up the street. They admitted receiving an

anonymous tip from a male caller. And yes, I suspected the city of Cordera

police. Well, why do you think it came from them?

Detective Friday knew the leak didn't come from LAPD and no one else knew

it. The Sanchez brothers could have seen Detective Friday and his partner and

have taken off.

Possible. But would two robbers call the media? And Detective Friday is

obviously right.

So why don't you stick to questions that have some semblance of logic?

By what logic would the Cordera police blow your arrest?

Someone on that squad didn't want the Sanchez brothers taken alive.

I didn't know who or why, but there was no way I was letting it go.

This department doesn't leak.

Well, someone did. I'm sorry, I didn't make myself clear.

Don't tell me this couldn't happen at LAPD. I don't make mistakes like that.

Your department makes mistakes in a bigger league altogether, like O .J.

Sorry, I was over the line.

I'm not the most tactful guy in the world, as you noticed.

Did Detective Friday share his theory with you? Yes.

He believes someone in the Cordero Police Department wanted the Sanchez

to escape.

Do you ever disagree with Detective Friday?

Regularly, sir.

But in general, you follow his lead.

Yes. I back my partner's play.

He has 20 -something years' experience. I'd be an idiot not to.

So you thought the Cordera police were corrupt and you confronted them.

All right, let's move on. Big D and Baby Sanchez.

They like liquor stores.

We think the hit went here last month.

We don't know that was them. It was their M .O.

One of our guys took three in the chest. Didn't make it to the ambulance.

Yeah, I saw that on the news. I'm sorry.

Can we talk local associates?

A crackhead told us the Big D and Baby Sanchez went to Preston Reformatory with

a kid from here, Tommy Lee Martinez.

I've worked a thousand Martinez's. Martinez.

Tommy Martinez, that kid. Didn't he snitch for you?

It was Vasquez.

No, Martinez.

Tommy Lee Martinez.

He blew that case to you. It was Vasquez.

My partner here.

Mexican names all sound alike.

Did your source put this Martinez with the Sanchez brothers?

You know this Martinez kid?

No, just curious.

We want to help you.

What just happened in there? Let's start with Detective Quinn. He knows Tommy

Lee Martinez. He doesn't want to admit it.

And that sergeant, the way he was tapping his pencil, was he tweaked?

Scared. Of?

Of his own detective, Quinn.

Well, I got a bad idea in my head.

The Sanchez boy.

Quinn said they killed a Cordera cop.

What does that tell you?

Maybe that's why the news showed up tonight.

Quinn wants the Sanchez's out on the street. For a little frontier justice.

He calls up the reporters.

He knows the boys are watching TV.

I'm betting Tommy Martinez was the third robber. Let's call Caltech, see where

they are with that tape.

How do these things always happen at night?

We don't pick the hours.

How good can you get it?

I've been adding pixels to it, praying they're in the right place.

Tommy Lee Martinez.

Yeah.

That's him.

Kept to himself in reform school.

If you were a little guy like Martinez, you would too.

All the friends he could have picked.

Why the Sanchez brothers?

The smart game.

When they're coming from behind, get some cover.

So tell me again.

Why are we looking for Martinez when the Sanchez's did the shooting?

Because the killer will lead us to them.

And that's all?

You want to save this kid's life.

You're damn right I do. Because if we don't get to that kid before that story

breaks, he's going to die.

And who knows what's going to happen to him if those Cordera cops get a hold of

him. Hey, that was a narco. I thought I'd check in.

Nice to see you. Now go away. We're busy. When do I find out about the dead

people who aren't really dead?

When the time is right.

We'll make it soon.

I'm not the only one who smells this.

You have my number.

Good night.

It says here, Juby Social Worker Report.

Tommy Martinez grew up in Cordero Center Housing Project. Both parents died in a

fire. He was homeless.

No known addresses.

Hold on.

Martinez, Tommy Lee, parole hearing.

His youth counselor testified.

Roy Wingate.

Detective, why were you pursuing Martinez?

Isn't it obvious?

We thought the Sanchez brothers would kill Martinez if they found him first.

And we really did think he might know where the Sanchezes were.

We met with Martinez's counselor at a diner in Fontana.

Tommy, the kind of kid who makes you want to quit.

Find a new mission in life.

We were under the impression he was okay.

He is.

He's a good kid.

You see one trying that hard and still not making it.

You don't, uh, you don't hear from him.

A year ago. He wanted to talk about Count of Monte Cristo.

I saw that.

It was good.

He said it taught him how revenge didn't work.

We met with this Cordero detective.

Uh, Quint.

Jack Quint.

You seem to have some, I don't know, some sort of past with Martinez.

You know, I work with so many cops, I can't place the name.

I hope you find Tommy.

Thanks for the coffee.

Mr. Wingate, this Martinez kid's in real serious trouble. We're trying to help

him.

I live here.

I got three kids.

There's a Cordera cop, retired.

His name is, uh, Licati.

Maybe he can help you.

Good night.

Social worker afraid of cops?

Yeah.

You really scared the hell out of my wife.

Phone rings.

Three o 'clock in the morning.

Sorry.

Night and day, 24 hours.

LAPD. On the job.

I remember those days.

Tommy Lee Martinez.

You have no idea what you're looking at.

We have a notion it's got something to do with Quinn.

Jack Quinn?

There's a piece of work. We noticed.

This kid Martinez wanted to be a hero.

Don't ask me why a kid from the projects wants to help cops.

Rats these dealers out to Quinn.

One after another.

But Quinn, he ain't bringing him in, see.

What Jack is doing, he's ripping the dealers off.

Using the kid to find dope to steal.

And it gets much better.

The kid finds out, gets pissed.

No more snitching.

Quinn, get this way.

Quinn offers to cut the kid in.

Give him a piece of the action.

Son of a bitch.

The kid turns him down.

Quinn got pissed.

Sets the kid up.

Plants dope on him, puts him back in Preston.

Quinn's shaking down dope dealers. What's he doing on the force?

Nobody messes with Quinn.

You don't want to get in his way.

All of these allegations of wrongdoing by Detective Quinn, did you ever report

any of this?

It's a different department in a different...

Did he? Did you do anything you were supposed to do, Detective Smith?

Or did you simply follow your partner around without any independent thought?

I'm advising Detective Smith not to answer until you make some pretense of

respect. I don't need his respect.

We didn't go to Quinn's boss because we had no idea how deep the corruption

went. Our goal was finding Tommy Lee Martinez.

So we went to the streets.

We talked to friends of his, people he'd done time with.

We learned he had a girlfriend, Denise Blondine.

She lived just south of the city of Cordero with her parents. Speaking with

mother eliminated any doubt that we had about Detective Quinn.

I just want my daughter back.

Ma 'am, we don't have your daughter.

You took her last night.

Ms. Blondine, calm down.

We're LAPD. We did not arrest your daughter.

You didn't arrest Denise.

No, we didn't. Last night, they came for her. They said she violated parole. I

have been calling all night, and they say she's not there.

She was here.

I don't know why the hell they moved her. They're just dead.

Maybe someone doesn't want us to talk to her. You're way out of line. You know

what I think? I think you've got a detective dirty up to his eyelids and

covering old tracks.

Thorne, this is your ass on the line and you know it.

Sergeant, the blondine girl, she was moved three this morning. They took her

Chino Sheriff's Station for booking.

Never heard of that trick before. You, Joe? Ah, no. Move someone from station

station? Gee, if I want to isolate someone, that's the way I do it.

Get your car officer. We're giving them an escort. Yes, sir.

You agreed to go with Sergeant Thorne. Thought he was alive.

We did.

We thought he would help us find Martinez's girlfriend.

Even though you yourself didn't understand precisely what was going on.

would they move her away out here?

They wanted her any place but Cordero.

Some place they could work on her privately.

Pull over.

Frank, pull over.

Detective Friday.

Smith. It's a long way from home, aren't we?

We're waiting to meet a snitch. Sure you are.

Forget your snitch. Go back to the station.

Sergeant. Why'd you move the girl?

Regulation, sir.

A parole violation falls under sheriff's jurisdiction.

Get out of here.

I don't answer to you. I answer to the chief of detectives. Go back to the

station. Sit at your desk. Don't talk to anyone. Don't even pick up the damn

phone.

You're making a mistake here. Not like the one you made.

Drive.

You win.

You care to elaborate?

Sure. If she'd have walked out the door, they'd have picked her up, got what

they needed, and dumped her in a ravine somewhere.

Sergeant Thorne admitted that a detective under his command was about to

murder. And I believed him. And yet he never began an internal investigation

into Detective Quinn. Now, why is that?

Gil Thorne is the only person who could answer that.

He was afraid of Detective Quinn. He had a right to be.

That's the reason he's dead.

So even though you suspected rapid corruption within the Cordera Police

Department, you trusted Sergeant Thorne. I trusted him.

and we resumed our search for Tommy Lee Martinez.

My partner, Sergeant Thorne, and myself went to the Chino Sheriff's Station.

Sergeant Thorne arranged for the release of Denise Blondine, the girlfriend of

Tommy Martinez.

Man, I never thought LAPD looked so good to me.

You're going to be fine.

I kept thinking I ain't ever going to get out of there alive.

All right, Denise, take it easy. Come on, let's go. We'll get you in the car.

Listen to me.

They locked me up.

I'm not getting in that car.

No way. The cops, Cordera, I know all about them.

Tell us what you know about them.

I know, okay? I just know. Now, we got you out of there. Didn't we do anything?

And we're going to get you home.

Okay.

I didn't want to give up Tommy to them.

He called me.

He has this cholo, some kind of plumber or something. I don't know.

Tommy said he'd be cool. Take care of him. All right, this plumber, whatever.

Does he have a name?

Horatio. Horatio Garcia.

He works over at that place on 32. You know, the feedlot where they sell hay

stuff?

I'm guessing that's not our guy.

Hola, mi amigo.

Smith and Friday, LAPD.

LAPD?

Angel Grande?

I run this place.

What can I do for you?

We're looking for somebody who works here.

Horacio Garcia?

Horacio?

Oh, yeah, he's a handyman.

He's not working today. This is a homicide investigation.

Horacio, he's on vacation.

He has some family in Salvador.

He won't be back for a couple weeks.

We understand.

You think that we're here to nail him. We're not.

No, no, he's not here. No, no, no. You can wait.

No!

Don't even think about it.

Horacio Garcia?

Where's Tommy Lee Martinez?

Who are you?

LAPD. Believe it or not, we're here to help him stay alive.

This man could have been leading you into a trap.

Yes, that was possible.

What made you think he hadn't?

These people weren't afraid of us.

They were afraid of the cops and the Cordero PD.

Tommy?

It's me, Horacio.

Don't shoot.

I didn't kill nobody.

Are you alone?

Yeah.

Put your hands behind your back.

You have the right to remain silent and do it.

I could have died, man.

Big D said in and out. That's it.

Did it occur to you that couple could identify you? I didn't think, man. It

happened so quick.

Baby said we in and out.

I couldn't pop those people. That old lady crying and scared.

I never popped nobody.

I can tell you where they are. Shut up. All right? Just sit down.

You know, you've got it bad right now, Tommy.

Listen, we're on your side. We want to make this work for you.

We'll talk to the DA.

Then you get leverage, you understand?

Yeah, I did.

You agree to tell us where the Sanchez's are and you testify against them in

exchange for the possibility of a plea bargain.

Okay. I trust you.

Where are they?

What did Martinez tell you?

He said the Sanchez brothers were holed up in a junkyard near Cordera. You

alerted the Cordera police?

It was their turf.

I had no choice.

And you called the press?

Yes, I called the reporter we'd made the deal with. She had kept her end of the

bargain. I kept mine.

Then we'll get out the bathroom window this time.

What do you think that pack?

A hell of a lot more than a few automatics.

I assure you, you'll be safely escorted without incident.

Open the door. Come out with your hands high above your heads.

You have 30 seconds.

Detective, so this is it.

That's how you see it.

Should look to share that view.

Cordera, Redlands, Cucamonga, all these small towns where people are tight with

each other.

It's tough trying to work where you don't belong.

The Sanchez brothers are off the street permanently.

Tommy Martinez is safe and sound in L .A. County Jail. Everybody got what they

wanted.

As far as I'm concerned, this is over.

No.

It's not.

Let's return to the incident at the junkyard. The incident was a massacre.

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Detective Quinn clearly fired the first shot.

He wanted the Sanchez brothers dead.

Four days later, you asked for a personal leave.

I need to step away from the situation.

This is over.

No, it's not. But you didn't step away. In fact, you pursued a personal vendetta

against Detective Quinn.

Let's be careful. Vendetta's a strong word. Doesn't matter what they call it.

Two days after the shootout, the Cordera PD investigation exonerated Detective

Quinn. I figured the system would take care of Quinn.

I was wrong.

First time I met Quinn, we talked about the shooting of a Cordera PD officer.

They were all nervous about it.

Last month at a liquor store, one of our guys took three in the chest.

Didn't make it to the ambulance.

This is the officer who was shot.

His name was Rick Moran.

Now, you have to think about this.

Quinn said the Sanchez brothers killed Moran at a liquor store holdup. You can

imagine Quinn wanting revenge.

He thought it was something else. That's right.

I called Sergeant Gilthorne and asked for a meeting.

You didn't have to drive in.

I could have come out to Cordero. Are you nuts?

You think I want to be seen with you? I don't have a death wish.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to bring all this down on you.

He baited Quinn.

He said it wasn't over. He's scared.

What do you want?

Rick Moran.

Shot by the Sanchez brothers in that liquor store.

What really happened?

We go down this road, there's no telling where it ends. It's your call.

I'll go down the road with you, or we can stop right here.

The Sanchez brothers never even worked Cordero.

Suddenly they hit a liquor store, an officer shows up, and he gets killed?

Shut up.

I didn't want to think so then.

What do you think so now?

This officer who got shot, Rick Moran, he'd worked with Quinn.

Then one day he decides he needs to work nights.

Trying to get away from Quinn.

Quinn knew which officer would respond. For some reason, he wanted Moran dead. I

don't know why, but I think he had the Sanchez brothers do it. You can't prove

this. No.

But I heard a rumor yesterday.

Word is the Sanchez brothers had tapes of conversations with Quinn. They were

going to blackmail him.

Where are the tapes?

I don't know. Why were you? I'd watch the visitors list for that kid,

He has to know.

That's Rick Moran, the officer who was shot.

Have any survivors?

Jack Quinn and my husband?

They were like brothers, on and off the job.

Jack's a wonderful man.

They work a lot together?

It's a small department.

When my husband worked days, him and Jack worked the same cases.

So Rick, your husband, switched the night shifts?

He wanted to see more of our kids during the day. So at that time, he wasn't

working with Detective Quinn?

No. And I knew something bad would happen.

Nights, Jack wouldn't be there to look out for him.

So, Detective Quinn, your husband, do you recall any disagreements around that

time?

What do you mean by that?

Well, you know, they say partners are like a marriage.

Well, they had a good marriage.

Jack was devastated by Rick's death.

He's been there for me.

He's helping pay my kids' tuition to parochial school.

That's very generous.

What would my husband's death have to do with your case?

I really can't get into it.

Well, Jack Quinn is a good man.

He's there for me now.

He says that's what you do for people you love.

Quinn was smart.

He supported the widow to keep her in line.

You saw no other motive? Maybe easing his guilt, but I doubt it.

What did you do then?

Rick Moran's widow didn't know anything.

Or if she did, she couldn't admit it to herself, but I knew.

Quinn was more than just dirty.

He set up the killing of a fellow officer.

So you took Sergeant Thorne's advice and you monitored Tommy Martinez's visitors

list? I got a call the next afternoon.

A visitor had been there. I went to see Martinez.

What did the kid tell you? His visitor was an old friend from the streets. He

asked Martinez if he knew where the Sanchez brothers had hidden those

tapes implicating Detective Quinn.

Turned out the kid's visitor was a snitch who worked for Detective Jack

So Quinn was looking for the tapes?

They were at the apartment of the Sanchez brothers' cousin, Estella

The second I heard that, I told Thorne to meet me at the cousin's apartment.

I want those tapes. You want a scan?

I don't know anything about any tapes, okay? Please.

Don't stop.

Don't move.

Put the gun down, Quinn.

Put him down, guys.

Put him down.

I'll blow her head off.

There's two of us, Jack.

It's the end.

You wouldn't shoot. He's not in you.

Put him down.

We'll work this out.

Don't do it, Gil.

I'll kill her. You know I will.

How many times, Jack?

I let too much go by.

You're going to let this one go, too.

K -20 to control. I've got an officer involved.

I've got an officer and I've got a suspect down. Request paramedics.

136, NOPA. Copy that. Help on the way.

Two police officers killed.

No matter what your reasons, that's not a good result.

Actually, it's three officers.

You forgot about Moran.

You took the word of an armed robber over that of a police officer.

And you ignored the Cordera PD's investigation.

Was it worth it?

Seven people dead?

I don't think anything's worth that.

Give us a moment, please.

the record.

The county civilian review board has investigated case number 31 -6097.

We feel that the record is clear in that case.

Additionally, we conclude that Detective Friday acted appropriately in the fatal

shooting of Detective Jack Quinn. We are recommending that he be returned to

active duty status.

Ms. Chang, if you'll join us in the records room, we'll give you the

papers.

For one single moment, it felt like victory.

And then it didn't.

Thorne was dead. Quinn was dead.

One lesson we learn over and over.

You never know where your actions will lead.

In more than 20 years as a detective, I had never fired my gun.

And now I'd killed a man.

You hope every experience will teach you something.

It would take me a long while to figure out what I was supposed to learn from

this.