44 Minutes: The North Hollywood Shoot-Out Page #2

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- Yeah. Yeah.|- Okay.

At that point, I kicked the door.

I understand the old guy|had to get seven stitches.

That doesn't concern me.

What does concern me is|that you went charging

in there like some freakin'|John Wayne...

and left your partner alone|in a room with four felons.

I know you've been going through a tough time, son.|Your father was a great--

Lieutenant, I'm fine. That's got|nothing to do with it. I had a bad day.

Nine thousand cops|in the LAPD, Donnie...

and only 60 are good enough|to make it to SWAT.

We can't afford|to have bad days.

Now, you're taking|some time off to mourn, kid.

I need you making decisions,|the right decisions, from here on in.

Next time it might not be some|70-year-old man behind that door.

- I don't need the time off.|- And I'm not asking your opinion.

That's all.

- Here you go, Frank.

- Thank you, Ralph.|- Good as new.

Should last you another 20 years.

Yeah, I'm sure it will.

- But what about me?|-

You're a survivor, Frank.|You know that.

Let's hope so.

- Hey, Donnie.|- Frank.

- How are you?|- Not bad.

Sorry to hear about your old man.|He was, uh, he was good.

You guys worked together.|77th, right?

He was my T.O.|Kicked my ass every day for six months.

It was a different department|back then.

So I hear.

I gotta run.|Gotta be in court.

So, uh, look after yourself, yeah?

- I'll see you later, Frank. Thanks.|- All right. Yeah.

Well, I'm a training officer,|and Bobby is probably the 30th...

or 3 2nd younger officer|that I've trained.

A young cop needs to learn,|more than anything...

how to leap to that training|that you get, mentally...

when you're in|an emergency situation.

Bobby, is it clean?

It is now.|Morning watch brought in a hype.

Found two needles|in the backseat.

Uh-oh. You get stuck?

- Had my gloves on.|- Attaboy. Tires?

At least 50 more miles of treads left.

- Twelve-gauge?|- Four rounds, double-aught buck.

- Tank?|- Full.

Coffee?

Black.

You keep this up,|I might let you have lunch today.

Hit me, huh?

- I will take you out!|- Calm down, please.

Come on! I will whip your ass|right now. Let me go!

- It's your lucky day. Let's go.|- Calm down right now.

Ramon, how old are you, man?

- Sixteen.|- Sixteen. That's good.

I don't understand|what's happened to him.

- Is he using or running with a gang?|- Hell, who knows?

No more juvie hall for you, huh?

No, you hang with the big boys now.

They're gonna love you, baby.

You gonna be someone's date|for the prom tonight, huh?

There's no father|to help me with

this. I'm doing|it all by myself.

- I know, ma'am.|- He's a man now. How can I stand up to a man?

- I see. I see.|- It's just me. I'm doing everything I can.

That's a good move too, man,|joining Florencia.

What's that, about two of them|dying a week these days?

Nigga, don't know|nothin' about me, man.

Tell you what.|I know this.

You mess with|your moms again, man--

Domestic violence|ain't no joke.

For six months, he was doing okay.

Getting okay grades,|going to school every day.

Then his principal calls|me and tells me

he hasn't been to school|in two months.

And you didn't know about this?

I've been working. I get up early.|I go to work. I get home late.

Mm-hmm. How many jobs|you work, ma'am?

- What's your problem, man?|- Nigga made it good...

now you come back to the hood|all enlightened and sh*t?

Please, man!

Ramon, let me tell you something.

You recognize him? Huh?

Wasn't he the leader|of your gang there?

I mean, until he lost|his mind and his nuts?

You don't like my book?|Take a look at my book.

Oh, I got another guy here.|Check it out.

Huh. That's O-dog, right there.

You know him? I had O-dog,|just where you're sitting, just now.

You know, I need to get me|a picture of you.

See that way I can have|a before... and an after.

Now, you didn't like|my picture book, Ramon?

Huh?

How do you think|you're gonna end up?

How you gonna get it, Ramon?|Like him?

You need to think about that.

These guys are media junkies.|Robbin' banks in the morning...

and watching themselves|on television in the afternoon.

Hello, Frank.

Hey.

- Testifying in the Cortez case?|- Who's gonna cover it? You?

Care to comment on that?

Yeah, the cop.|I think he's guilty.

Actually, there are|three cops involved.

Well, then, all three of them|must be guilty.

I mean, that's what you're gonna|say anyway, right?

- Right.|- So now you've got a source.

Back in '65,|it was the Watts riots.

Then, early '7 0s,|the Hillside Strangler...

and, uh, the Night Stalker.

You got everybody|good and scared.

So afraid, they couldn't even|come out of their houses at night.

Then, along came the early '90s...

Rodney King beatings, and, uh...

well, by then, we all became|a bunch of racists, right?

It's gonna be a|while. Judge had

to hear a PI motion|in part 49.

What does that translate to,|an 8:00 a.m. tee time at Riviera?

- More or less.|- How long do you think?

- Couple hours.|- All right. Thanks.

You know, you forgot O.J.

- Did I? Well, imagine that.|- Uh-huh.

I'll tell you what.|

Why don't you come by|my house some evening...

and, uh, I'll show you|my Bruno Magli shoe, size 1 0 1 /2.

I only got one though. I left|the other one somewhere in Brentwood.

- Bye, Frank.|- See ya.

- There you go, chief.|- Gracias, seor.

- Payback.|- You're gonna get us in trouble, Henry.

You see that kid|in the car right there?

He's the one in trouble, not us.

Sometimes you gotta do|what you can do to reach somebody.

That's very noble,|Henry, but showing

crime-scene photos|of a live case.

- And playing preacher--|- You know what?

Just 'cause you don't|stand up for your own

beliefs, doesn't mean|I don't for mine.

Hey, you don't know sh*t|about my beliefs, Henry.

All I'm saying is|these days you even

look at a suspect|the wrong way...

and the department gets sued.

And our asses get hauled off|before a trial board. All right?

Slide over.

Turn around so I can uncuff you.

You hungry?

I brought you some food.

Here we go.

- Where's he going?|- That's not our guy.

Sh*t!

Screw this sh*t, man.|

- Can you guys set up? And you, don't forget about Friday.|- Yes.

- It's your turn to buy margaritas, huh?|- That's right.

- Luis, can you open up for me?|- Yes, sir. I'm gonna do that.

- Listen.|- Thanks. What's up with Bagstrom?

- It's on your desk.|- Okay. Great.

Judy.|

Morning.|How's everybody doing today?

Change of plans.|We do the bank.

- Okay. I'm with you. Let's do the bank.|-

- Hello.|- Hi, honey.

- Hey.|- Did you get to go back to sleep?

- No, I couldn't.|- No, it doesn't work, does it?

So, you, um,|heading anywhere special?

- Going to the post office.|- Good to hear it.

Uh, you, uh,|gonna be late tonight?

I think I'll call it off early today.

Oh, great. Okay.|I'll talk to you later, baby.

- I love you, honey.|- Love you too.

When you're a cop...

you have to make|split-second decisions.

Sometimes it's life or death.

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