Caught in the Crossfire Page #3

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You want to stay

for dinner?

No, I can't.

Um...

- tracy, listen.

- What?

Is something wrong?

Did something happen

to Chris?

You ought to sit down.

Don't tell me this.

Tell me he's okay.

He's okay.

Briggs, where is he?

Sorry.

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Oh, god damn it!

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I promise you that I will

find whoever did this.

You find them

and you kill them!

You f***ing kill them!

Shh.

Come here, come on.

Come here.

Shh shh shh.

I'm so sorry.

I worked with Jacobs

for over six years.

He was like

a brother to me...

and a damn good cop.

But when he got transferred

to vice,

He got partnered

with Evans.

Jesus Christ.

Stick to the facts, detective. We're not

looking for any color commentary.

Everyone on the force knows

he's a f***ing joke...

a burned-out drunk

raging alcoholic...

just pissing time away

until he got his pension.

And you f***ing guys

stick Jacobs with him.

Are you finished?

Then let's continue.

[Michaels]:
Your assignment

was to pursue the suspect,

track him down

and bring him into custody.

That's exactly what

we attempted to do. Okay?

You tell me why an undercover

would go into gangland with no backup.

We're investigating

his actions.

His actions didn't make

any sense, captain.

Before we could do anything else,

we needed to find out what was going on.

There's a cop bar

on division and 8th...

called Eddie's.

Detective Evans was known

to frequent the place.

(Bluegrass music playing)

[Man]:

Cocktails!

Come on, keep up.

God.

Cocktails!

Come on, sugar tits,

keep up with me here.

God damn it.

Let's go, sarah.

Keep up. That's it.

You know, I am gonna

take you home...

and do dirty things

to you tonight.

I'd love to, but I have a feeling

you might have a problem...

getting your little

whiskey dick up.

Aww.

Crown rocks.

One for my friend too.

Aw, come on, sarah.

What're you doin' to me, girl?

Oh! What is this?

I got a hole in my glass?

Better than a hole

in your head.

What'd you say?

Do I know you?

No, but we know you,

detective Evans.

Who are you guys?

Oh! You guys are I.A.D.

Well, this is a cop bar

and I am off duty.

You want to talk to me,

you do it when I'm on the clock...

with my union rep present.

Other than that, you can kiss my ass.

You got it wrong, Jack.

We're not I.A.D., we're homicide.

Ahh.

Oh, well, what can

i do for you, detectives?

We're investigating the

shooting death of Chris Jacobs.

Your partner.

- Is this a f***ing joke?

- [Briggs]:
No joke.

Your partner was found shot to death

at the park down on 6th street.

- What the f***?!

- What was he doing there, detective?

This isn't right.

This wasn't supposed to go down.

The meet was scheduled

for friday.

- What meet?

- This is not right.

Hey, Evans, focus.

What meet?

What were you working on?

We were assigned to

a joint task force...

investigating some

small-time drug traffickers...

This nothing bust.

All right?

Now we had a paid

criminal informant

Set up a meet and greet with

the players for friday night.

Why was the meet moved up?

No way he'd have gone in

without backup.

Not much backup if your

partner's facedown in a bar.

- What?

- His partner's a drunk.

He kept f***ing things up,

so better go in alone

Than chancing having

the bust get tossed...

because you're a deadbeat.

F*** you, a**hole!

I done my time

in this shithole.

No, f*** you, a**hole!

You want to drink yourself

into oblivion? Let's go!

Better to be partnered with a C.I.

Than let him hang for your bullshit!

I didn't know!

(Gagging)

Now who was the informant?

Give me a name!

- What's his name?

- Tino. His name's Tino.

Where do I find him?

I don't know.

He's Jacobs's guy.

- Bullshit, you cocksucker!

- Ahh!

- Bullshit!

- Get off him!

- Where is he?

- [Shepherd]:
God damn it!

You're out of control,

Briggs!

- Get the f*** back.

- Ahh.

Your partner's way out of control...

Way out of line.

- Give yourself up.

- Wait a minute.

- Oh, god.

- Hey,

you listen to me,

you son of a b*tch.

Jacobs is dead

because of you.

The only thing standing

between you...

and that maniac

out there is me!

Now you tell me every

goddamn thing you know,

or I swear to god, there's nothing

I can do to prevent him...

from coming back

and finishing you.

(Indistinct speaking

on telephone)

(Starts engine)

It's 423 rosewood.

You don't think you went

a little bit over the line there?

It was the only way,

lieutenant.

Come on, you know when

a cop screws up,

They shut down, go into

automatic cover-up mode

'Cause they need to justify

their actions or they're finished.

We needed that information.

Who was the C.I.?

Tino.

His name was Tino.

Been playin' on the streets

his whole life.

He was taking money

from both sides of the fence.

We hit his house.

He wasn't there.

So the waiting game began.

Yeah, like I thought.

There's no record of your request

and a warrant to enter his premises.

He was a paid criminal informant.

We weren't there to arrest him, captain.

And what if you had

stumbled upon evidence?

It would have been completely

inadmissible in a court of law.

He was our only chance

of finding the suspect.

So you trumped your entire

investigation?

No, it was a judgment call.

You guys are cops.

You remember how to make those?

Put yourselves in the same

place at the same time.

You wouldn't have done

anything different.

This guy was our only chance

at finding the shooter.

What time do you have?

12:
30.

Man, it's been two hours. How long

do you wanna wait for this guy?

Last call's not till 1:45.

That's if he's at a bar.

What?

I didn't need you to pull me out tonight.

I had Evans by myself.

Yes, you did. You were

completely out of control.

What's your problem?

My problem is that I can't have you

go off half-cocked...

- until we find this guy.

- He killed a cop.

We've got half the department

looking for him right now.

And that pretty much

frees us up, doesn't it?

God damn it, Briggs!

(Sighs)

You know, just listen to me

for a minute, okay?

What?

My first year on the job,

Working the b team

on the west side of town,

Ran into a gang-related

homicide just like this one.

And I'm the rookie,

so I just follow the team lead.

But we knew who

the shooter was.

Instead of bringing him in,

we decided to let things

escalate...

Street justice.

Let the animals kill each other,

then we come in with the body bags.

Make life easy, right?

Yeah, it's about right.

Yeah, well,

it didn't take long.

Rival gang gunned him down

right away.

Street justice.

We let the streets

clean themselves up, right?

You're wrong.

You know what we

didn't count on?

All the people that

were goin' down right after...

A dozen.

Four of 'em dead,

Including

a six-Year-Old girl.

Caught a ricochet to

the back of the head.

She was playing in

her backyard.

For what?

Some bullshit

that we allowed to happen.

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