44 Minutes: The North Hollywood Shoot-Out

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Ninety percent of cops...

go through their entire career|without ever firing their gun.

On that day, there was roughly|1 ,500 rounds fired.

We were armed with pistols.

These guys were slinging|automatic machine guns.

- An AK-47 machine gun...

is a weapon|that was designed for war.

High-velocity rounds|were invented...

to penetrate armour|and kill their target.

Use them in a bank job...

and you've done something that|no one in America has ever done before.

Danger's all around us--|in the streets...

in your car...

maybe even the guy next door.

Come on. Drink, drink, drink, drink.!

- Yeah?|- The music.

- For God's sakes, will you turn it down a bit?|- Um, right.

- You okay?|- Yeah.

Let it go.

- Aw.!

- Turn it back on, man.|-

What'd they say?

Nothin'.

- What's so funny?|- Our life.

Well, Jim, Kelly,|the forecast, plenty

of sunshine with seasonal|temperatures.

Looking for a high|of 7 2 degrees by midday.

Lord, help me to remember|there are many paths and one truth.

Help me to do the right thing|out there.

Wake|up, Larry.

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t, what time is it?

- Let's go. Let's go. It's the morning time.|- Make some coffee.

Unreal.

You know any of'em?

Yeah, Davis.|He was a good man.

We went through|the academy together.

- So, you gonna mail those taxes today?|- Yeah.

- Don't forget to get a return--|- Get a receipt. Right.

Mm.

Be careful.

My father was|my hero and a legend in the LAPD.

He died in his patrol car|of a heart attack.

He was, uh,|he was 62 at the time.

All I ever wanted|was to be just like him.

And my dad was proud.|He loved it when I made SWAT.

Go for a walk?|Wanna go for a walk?

Good boy.|Come on.

Let's go.

See, we're SWAT. That stands for|Special Weapons And Tactics.

And we respond|to any situation.

Regular uniform patrol,|you know...

wouldn't really have the firepower|or the training to handle.

- Police, coming in.!|- Open door!

This way?

- I got point.!|- Let me see your hands.!

- Get down on the ground.!|- Stay with me, Donnie.

- Down, now, down.!|-

- You, get down! Get down!|- Get down, now!

Drop your weapon!|I need a trailer!

I got guns.!|I got guns.!

- Cover him! Sh*t!|- Donnie, get in here.!

Where the hell were you?

I got multiple suspects here.

Donnie, what the hell|happened in there?

You left me completely|alone.

Yeah, I was there.

Hey, you gotta|take it down a notch, partner.

Don't worry about me, all right?|Wrap this up and get in the car.

You did good.

Good morning, half past the hour...

and it looks like|another beautiful

day in the City|of Angels.

For the latest on your|commute, let's go high

in the sky with our own|Captain Chuck Scott.

Well, Jim, Kelly,|traffic's moving

fairly well for|a getaway Friday.

Couple of trouble spots we'll be|telling you about in our next update.

Right now, clear blue skies,|wind out of the northeast by 1 5.

And we will have a complete|traffic break for you coming up in 1 0.

R.H.D.--|Robbery Homicide Division.

We're the best of the best,|and we get all the high-profile cases.

LA Confidential.

Al Pacino in Heat.

Joe Friday and all that.

The only difference is that, uh...

those guys don't have to juggle|7 5 cases all at once.

Me, I've got to prioritize.

Back in '95, my priority was them.

We had a name for|them. We called

them the High Incident|Bandits.

Chatsworth, two years prior...

these guys decided to make|an early withdrawal.

They kill a guard.

They executed him.|Ambushed him.

Took his head off|with an AK-47.

That kind of firepower|in a bank job is unheard of.

These guys were an anomaly.

I made a promise|to that widow that I wouldn't quit...

until I caught up with the sons|of b*tches that killed her husband.

We make promises like that|all the time in my line of work.

And we like to think|that we mean it.

That time, I really meant it.

Six months later,|another armoured car.

Then, two more banks-- takeover style--|the most dangerous kind.

They, uh, got away|with over two million dollars.

I guess they wanted|to live the good life...

and they wanted to live it|pretty fast...

instead of getting a job|like the rest of us.

Anyway, they disappeared into the|wind one day, but I knew they'd be back.

Hey, did you see that?|A Porsche 91 1 .

- Oh, I love those.|- I hate the Germans.

You're from Romania.|That practically makes you a German.

I'm an American...

and I like Corvettes and Mustangs.

If you're going for horsepower and|good looks, nothing wrong with that.

Corvettes and Mustangs and Mexican|girls. I love that girl over there.

- Morning, sir.|- Hey, Luis.

So, what do you think|of my new wheels?

Wow, that's great, man.|I really love gold.

- Champagne.|- Huh?

It's the colour.|It's called champagne.

- Oh.|-

Hey, keep working hard and one|day you'll be able to afford champagne.

Oh, I sure hope so, sir.

I sure hope so.|Dick.

Ow! Geez!

- You all right?|- It's nothing.

Hey, you can say if it hurts.|It's okay, tough Robo-girl.

- Hey!|- Oh, here we go...

with that whole|''women can handle it'' attitude...

because of childbirth|and years and years of pain.

Yeah, yeah, that's|right. You couldn't

stand the pain of|childbirth, Henry.

Better you than me, sister girl.

I tell you what I could|stand. You need to take

me out with a salsa honey|and teach me how.

- I can salsa dance.|- Don't start that again. You'll embarrass me.

- I've got flavour. I got mad flavour.|- Yeah, I know, okay?

- I know you can move it, but--|Central Nine Adam 3 7.

Nine Adam 37, go ahead.

Possible 4 1 5 family.|52 42 Radford.

Nine Adam 37, roger.

You're my little sweetie.|Come on.

Just coming up over|the Hollywood Freeway

where it is slow|going this morning.

There's a SIG alert|south of Highland. A tractor

trailer is broken down|in the number-one lane.

If you're travelling north,|consider using side streets.

They're late.

They'll be here.|Just stay cool.

I'm cool.

I'm cool.|It's just so freakin' hot in here.

Try taking three of these.

It'll definitely help|calm you down.

Don't worry about it.

That's about it for out here.|Let me show you the vault.

I have one key,|and Randy has the other, okay?

- It won't open with just mine.|- Okay.

Let me show you something.

A little tool of the trade here.|You know what this is?

- Twenties.|- No. Two bands.

See here? Dye pack.

Dye pack. Gotcha.

We keep one in here,|one in each of the drawers.

You try and leave|the bank with

this, and the|battery...

makes the red dye|explode all over the bills.

It's the bomb.

One time we had this robber, right.|He leaves the bank with this...

drops it on the way|out, picks it up,

shoves it down his|pants and boom.

It goes off. I don't think|he's gonna be having kids any time soon.

Did you, uh, get robbed a lot?

About three or four|times. But not here.

At the other branches|I worked at.

Look. It's all insured, okay?|You never argue.

Look. It's all insured, okay?|You never argue.

-Just give them what they want.|- Okay.

- All right? Let's go get some coffee.|- Okay.

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