Dark Blue

All units, all frequencies, stand by.

Repeat, all units, all frequencies, stand by.

All units stand by.

CHP are in pursuit.

Westbound 210 freeway,

approaching Paxton.

Westbound 210 freeway,

approaching Paxton.

Sixteen Adam Twelve reports vehicle

is in excess of 100 miles an hour.

The vehicle is exiting

the freeway at Paxton.

Suspect is wanted for evading.

All units stand by.

Suspect is wanted for evading.

All units stand by.

It has been more than a year

since the Rodney King beating.

The twelve jurors in the trial

of the four white police officers

have just returned with a verdict

after deliberating for several days.

Right now what's happening

is that the four officers

accused of assaulting Rodney King

are on their way

to the courthouse here in Simi Valley

along with their lawyers.

As soon as they get here,

the judge will call the jury

back into the courtroom,

and the clerk will begin

to read the verdicts.

We expect it will happen very, very soon.

What's happening on the other side of the

courthouse, a large crowd is developing.

These are people

who have been monitoring this trial.

They are anxious to find out

what the verdict is.

And as soon as it happens,

we will bring it to you live.

Reporting live from the Simi Valley

courthouse in Ventura County...

There it is. Come on.

Come on, hang a U.

Turn around, nigga.

Jack O' Hearts, that's it.

They ain't getting off.

What, the jury don't have

f***ing eyes, man?

It's Rodney King

getting his ass beaten, man.

They are beating the black

out of homeboy's ass.

I don't give a f***, man.

Pull that weed out your mouth,

motherf***er. Check this sh*t out.

I wouldn't give a f***

if it was motherfucking Martin Luther King

got clapped off, nigga.

It don't matter. Ain't no brothers

on that jury out there, f***er.

It's Simi Valley. All good decent white folk

like yourself, nigga.

That is why they moved the venue.

The cops are protected.

It is on videotape.

You can't f*** with that.

- If they go down...

- They going down.

If they go down, I'll buy you some

good old-fashioned black p*ssy.

If them motherfuckers walk, though,

you got to spot me a ho.

And I don't want no white ho,

either, nigga. I want a Puerto Rican.

Where you gonna find

a Puerto Rican in LA, man?

I'm gonna get you some Mexican sh*t.

I don't want no clumsy-ass

Mexican, nigga.

I want me a bad-ass Puerto Rican b*tch.

I don't give a f*** if you got to swim.

Let's shake. It's about that time.

We gonna do this

short, simple and clean. You dig?

Detective Keough,

if you had a little time machine,

and you could travel back

to the day of the shooting,

to the afternoon

that you killed Mr. Robertson,

I'd like to hear

what you'd do differently.

I wouldn't do anything differently, sir.

He drew down on me,

and I did what I was trained to do.

If anything, sir, I really believe

that I should have acted quicker.

The last man that Robertson pulled

a gun on, he's not with us anymore.

- Thank you, Detective.

- Thank you.

I think we've kept

Detective Keough here long enough.

Chief Barcomb, I have a few questions

for the detective.

Fire away, Chief Holland.

I know it's been a long day.

And I know those chairs aren't

well-padded, so I promise to be quick.

Are you okay?

Three weeks in SIS

and you have made your first kill.

Would you say you have proven yourself?

Well, respectfully, sir, I think this

shooting board has to decide that.

- Do you think it could have been avoided?

- No, sir, I don't.

Well, it says here

that you and your partner

had Mr. Robertson bumper-locked

for two days before the shooting.

Why didn't you bust him for the weapon?

Well, we didn't bust him because

we weren't sure he had the weapon.

The informant who told us he was armed

is highly unreliable.

Yeah, but you tailed him anyway,

to the tune of 680 man hours.

He was on parole.

You could have shaken him down,

but instead, you chose to let

a two-time felon

stroll around downtown LA

with a.357 Magnum stuck in his jeans.

Why? Why?

We didn't bust him

because we didn't want to get him

on a bullshit weapons charge.

Thank you, Chief Holland.

We have to wrap it up here.

Officer Garcia, would you bring

Sergeant Perry in?

Sergeant Perry, we are not quite through

beating up on you yet.

I have one final question

before we adjourn.

- Time machine, sir?

- Yes, the time machine.

Chief, I'd get real pro-active.

If I had a time machine,

I think I'd go back a decade

and take out G-Bone,

his street name, by the way,

before he killed a man for $10.

The time machine I'm talking about,

it doesn't go back that far.

It goes back one week.

To the day that Detective Keough

chose in an instant to use deadly force.

Now, what would you change

about that day? That day only.

Nothing, sir. It was textbook.

At the end of the day,

the bullets were in the bad guys, not us.

We expect department personnel

to use deadly force...

Only as a last resort,

which in this case it was, sir.

Bobby Keough is a good cop

with a lot of potential,

and he dropped a menace to society.

It was a good call.

Thank you. Thank you, Sergeant Perry,

Detective Keough.

You gentlemen are dismissed.

We will issue our findings at 9:00 a.m.

tomorrow morning.

These proceedings are closed.

Call me.

It is the second full day

of deliberations

in the Rodney King beating trial.

No word on when the jury

might reach a decision.

Reporters and photographers

and the news media

have been covering this case.

They are sitting around outside

in the parking lot of the courthouse,

waiting until we get word

that there is a verdict.

Reporting live from

the Simi Valley courthouse...

Man, they should have wasted

that worthless motherf***er's ass.

- Here. Settle your stomach.

- Thanks, Jack.

- So, how did my nephew perform?

- Well, he aced it.

Say hello to the department's

new poster boy.

No, I'm telling you,

I'm going to get suspended.

I'm going to end up being

a f***ing security guard at Taco Bell.

Bobby, you go down, I go down.

I go down, Jack goes down.

And Jack isn't going down. So have

some faith in the system, will you?

A man is supposed to be nervous

in front of his first shooting board.

Listen, kid, here's my advice,

for what it's worth.

- Live with it!

- Jesus Christ.

Good hands! Good hands!

I'm never going to live it down, am I?

Don't go getting sad

and weepy on us.

One mistake means you're human.

Two mistakes means you're fired.

Holy sh*t! It's a royal visit.

Look what descended from the sixth floor.

- Hey, Jimmy.

- Jack.

- How are you holding up, son?

- Oh, I'm good, sir. I'm good.

Jack, you should have seen this kid.

He was outstanding.

You ever thought about doing a tour

with Public Affairs?

We could use

a good-looking son of a b*tch like you.

He is a good young cop, Jimmy.

And he's mine.

Well, I tried. So, the board voted.

In policy.

- You're off the hook, kid.

- There you go!

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