Caught in the Crossfire Page #5

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It look like one gang-Related

shooting after another.

Jacobs, he just stumbled into

some sh*t he wasn't ready for.

Whoever pulled the trigger

set this thing in motion.

Yeah, well, that's what

it looks like.

You still haven't told us what

the fighter's name is, Tino.

Michael... Michael Pips.

Detective Jacobs said

his partner knew about this?

I guess so.

Hey, detective Evans...

Yes or no?

Yes, man.

He knew.

- And you believed him?

- No.

All right.

What the f*** is the matter

with this nigga, man?

I thought it was

street bullshit...

The stuff that Gangbangers

and Hoodrats...

tell each other to justify

their pathetic little lives.

Detective.

I been on this job long enough

to read between the lines, fellas.

The only thing Tino gave us

was the name of the shooter...

this kid Michael Pips.

That's our guy.

End of story.

Tino wants to start spinning

some fiction about dirty cops.

I've heard it 1,000 times.

So you gave no weight

to his intel?

That's not what I said.

Look at what he

actually gave us.

This kid Michael Pips,

not only

is he our shooter,

but I guarantee you

we can tie both him and his crew...

to over a dozen unsolved

home invasions and burglaries...

within the past 12 months.

That's what he gave us.

I repeat:
Suspect in

6th street homicide...

has been identified as one

Michael Alexander Pips...

Paul Ida Paul Sam.

Known residence:

1402 Franklin.

I want an A.P.B.

on the suspect's vehicle...

an oldsmobile cutlass 1988,

License plate

david charles nora 2-3-9.

- [Man]:
Copy that...

- What the f*** did he just do?

He just called it in.

You just painted a target

on that kid's head.

Listen, if what you said

is even partially true,

We need to get to Michael

before anyone else does.

Man, this is bullshit.

Hey, you know those guys

Hicks and Cruz?

Yeah, I know 'em.

I just don't know where they at.

- And we do.

- They're dead, Tino.

This thing started

three weeks ago.

Man, you gotta

get me out of here.

You gotta get me out

of this city now.

Calm down, Tino, all right?

Long as you're with us,

nothing's gonna happen to you.

- I promise.

- Where you takin' me?

We need to verify

your information.

- Where you takin' me?

- Taking you to detective Evans.

And if he's one of them,

I'm dead meat, right?

I need to talk to the D.A.

I need to talk to the feds.

- Hey, shut up!

- Dino, as long as you're in our custody,

Nothing is gonna

happen to you.

You understand me?

Nothing.

So it was your decision

to go to Evans.

Yes.

You knew who the shooter was. You had

a criminal informer in your custody...

who happened to be the only person

that could connect that shooter...

with the murder of an

undercover police officer.

Why wouldn't you

just bring him in?

It wasn't as simple as that.

It wasn't as simple

as that?

He asked for

protective custody.

You violated

set protocols.

Now he's laying on the slab in the morgue

next to two dead officers

And a 19-year-old suspect.

Enlighten us.

Look, if what he was saying

was even remotely true,

then the safest place

for him was with us.

That was a hell

of a risk to take.

Well, we didn't know

what we were up against.

Easy easy.

He's dead.

Hey hey hey hey!

What the f*** is going on?

Son of a b*tch.

He was burning

case files.

Where are they from?

They're all over

the place, man.

Got a... Got a B&E,

home invasion...

and a robbery case.

All right,

what are you thinking?

I think that this means he knew

what was going down.

Aw, so you're actually

believing this bullshit.

Listen, they had to destroy every piece of

evidence that could be tied back to them.

What the f*** are you

talking about?

Check out the gun.

Look at this.

Yeah, what am

i looking at?

- Old school 45 caliber, right?

- So what?

- What do we carry? 40's, huh?

- Standard issue.

Exactly. Now how many

self-inflicted gunshot wounds...

have you investigated, huh?

- Why would he use this?

- What the f*** you doing, man?

You just contaminated

a crime scene.

This is bullshit. We don't have time

to wait for ballistics.

No f***in' way, Shepherd.

No way my ass is going out

on the line for you.

Not like this!

Look at the body, huh?

Why would Evans shoot himself

with a 45-Caliber pistol...

and have the gun fall perfectly

beneath his chair?

Use your head.

Don't f***ing do this, man.

(Fires)

Look at that.

Someone's trying

to clean up.

What the hell do you

think you were doing?!

There wasn't any time!

You compromised everything,

do you know that?

I'm not gonna cover up for

your actions tonight, detective!

- No possible way!

- You're not listening to me!

Evans couldn't have

possibly killed himself!

Thanks to your actions,

we can't prove it!

- How could you let that happen?

- I tried to stop him.

- That's not good enough!

- The entire scene is contaminated.

I understand that, sir. There's no way

to justify his actions.

But they did yield results

that were necessary...

for our ongoing investigation.

Jesus Christ!

Are you kidding me?

It did have the appearance of someone

trying to clean up after themselves.

So now you're buying

into the conspiracy. Mmm?

What happened to all the "hoodrat"

and "street bullshit," detective?

I said it had

the appearance, captain.

[Man]:
Charles Edward 12,

do you copy? Over.

Charles Edward 12?

Copy.

Go for 12.

Report a possible sighting

of the suspect vehicle.

Officers en route.

[Briggs]:
Charles Edward 12,

this is 5 lincoln 9.

What is your position?

5 lincoln 9

eastbound on fox.

Heading towards...

(continues, indistinct)

Charles Edward 12 en route.

Hold that position.

- What the f*** is going on?

- Evans is dead.

- What?

- He was burning case files.

This ain't how it's

supposed to go down, man.

Left left left!

Take the bridge!

I need to know:

was Evans dirty?

- Was he on the take?

- I don't know.

I told you this

was bullshit!

5 lincoln 9,

Charles Edward 12.

Be advised:
we're coming in

from the northwest side.

Wilcox in front.

What is your position?

5 lincoln 9, now code 3, in

pursuit of suspect's vehicle...

eastbound on front...

Repeat... east on front...

nearing dead end.

Request immediate backup.

Roger 5 lincoln 9.

Charles Edward 12

Is 3 minutes E.T.A. box in the suspect

and hold the perimeter.

Alright. Let's walk through it,

detective.

It's like a blur. It happens so fast

when you're actually in it.

But from my perspective...

I see muzzle flashes coming from

the suspect's vehicle.

The patrol officers are

already pinned down.

They're calling for backup.

Bullets crashed into

our car.

And I hear the engine rev just as we're

spinning in behind the barricade.

I duck below the dash.

We evacuate the vehicle.

Detective Shepherd makes

a move for Tino.

I take up a position,

draw my weapon,

Follow the other officers'

line of sight,

lean over the hood

of the car.

I have a visual

on the suspect.

I fire.

- [Michaels]:
How many shots?

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