Lakeview Terrace Page #4

The tires are flat.

They're slashed.

Sh*t.

- What are you...

- Move, move.

Chris! Chris, what are you doing?

God damn it.

Well, whoever it is, they're gone.

Everything okay over there?

I thought I heard somebody moving

around over there.

Did you see anyone?

No.

I just see you.

So you're just not gonna

do anything about it?

I'm sorry, ma'am,

there's just not much we can do.

Abel, Officer Turner,

he said he heard some noises.

Sounded like somebody moving

along the side of your house.

I'm sure he did.

Well, you get some late-night traffic

from the arroyo back there.

Bunch of kids with nothing better to do

than make other people's lives miserable.

Yeah, I keep hearing about them.

That's not much

of a lock on that door there.

But we'll take a swing around,

you know, see what we see.

It wasn't kids in the arroyo.

Then what was it?

Well, if you hear any other noises, ma'am,

I'm sorry, just give us a call, okay?

You guys are lucky.

You have a cop living next door.

Thank you, Officer.

Thank you for all your help.

- Thanks, guys, for coming out.

- Hey, we can come on back.

Stay alert out there, all right?

I guess we could dust for prints.

Honey, next time, use an ashtray.

How do you even know it's mine?

- Do you have any proof?

- Not exactly.

But he told us we weren't welcome in

the neighborhood. That's what he told me.

He refused to turn off his floodlights,

he's made these implications

about Lisa and me,

and he was standing right there

after the whole car tire thing, just waiting.

Honey, do you have any proof?

Chris just answered that, Daddy.

No. No, not exactly, but...

The way it seems to me,

the man never made an actual threat

against your life or property.

So it's his word against yours.

And he has, let's say,

the color issue on his side.

And that color happens to be blue.

As for the lights, you could file a civil suit.

I wouldn't advise it.

These things have a knack

for turning out badly.

Yeah, but why do we

have to be the ones to...

That was my professional opinion.

What's the point of carrying on with this?

You bought this as a starter home.

Fine, you started.

Put it back on the market.

You take a loss, so what?

Then you can do what we wanted you to do,

which is let us help you.

Harold, do you think you

could just have the courtesy

of including me in the conversation?

Are you going to have children?

What?

Daddy, that's not what we came here

to talk to you about.

Chris wants me to address him.

This is what's on my mind.

You plan to have children

with my daughter?

Yes, I do.

We do. I do. Yes.

How do you intend to protect them?

How am I going to protect them?

Well, I'm gonna get a gun, Harold.

I'm going to amass an arsenal.

A lot of firepower.

How's that work for you?

Excuse me for a moment.

Wow, look at that.

- It's worse than this morning.

- Yeah, I know.

Are we gonna talk about this at all?

What?

Oh, well.

There's a 10-day grace period on firearms,

so I got lights.

And do we think that this is the right thing

to do to solve the problem?

Oh, I don't think it's gonna solve anything.

But I'm gonna enjoy the sh*t out of it.

Okay. Let me know if you need any help.

Okay.

Man, I am so totally burnt right now.

- Late night?

- Yeah, Connie kept me up.

Yeah, I seem to remember

something like that.

No, it's she wants out of Boyle Heights.

You know, she's right, man.

You can't be living around

the people you got to be arresting.

Wife ever bust your chops

about moving up?

- Jocelyn?

- Yeah.

Never gave her a chance, man.

I was busting my hump for her.

Eight years of double shifts,

all the overtime I could drag down,

extra security jobs, taking all the sh*t details

nobody else wanted.

I grew up in South Central.

There's no way

I was gonna raise my kids there.

Now's the time to get out, you know.

They'll be gone before you know it.

It's the perfect opportunity.

- That's why I'm taking the exam.

- What exam's that?

Detective exam.

Get off the street, bump up a pay grade.

About 15 years, and I'm out.

'Cause I don't really wanna be

doing this stuff when I'm...

I just don't love the job the way you do.

Unit 51, we have a 4-15 in progress.

Male suspect, possible shots fired.

137 South Oxford Street.

Pop the siren, detective sergeant.

Unit 51, 10-4.

About time.

Who called the cops?

He's got his wife and his little girl in there,

yelling about how he gonna kill them both.

- Have any weapons?

- Yeah, yeah, I think he's got a gun.

He didn't open the door

and I wasn't staying to find out.

Okay, what apartment number is it?

Apartment seven.

Straight back in the corner.

- Left?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Right.

- What's his name?

- Damon Richards.

- Keep these people back.

- All right.

Get inside.

What? I'm poor, okay! What? Look at me!

Trying to say you're better than me now?

I'm not talking about my baby!

- You know what? Forget him and you!

- Please hurry.

You can take this damn baby away!

I don't need it!

Both of you!

You're just a strain on my finances.

LAPD, Mr. Richards.

- Man, get away from my door!

- Listen, my name is Abel.

I wanna know if your wife

and child are safe, okay?

Man, don't worry about them!

Get away from my door!

Listen, Damon, let's talk about this.

Man, we ain't gonna talk about nothing!

We can play this any way you want, okay?

Let's just keep talking, all right?

Make sure everything is cool inside,

all right?

Gun!

- Oh, my baby.

- You okay?

No!

- Damon! Stop!

- Everything's gonna be okay.

- Just stay there.

- Officer, wait! Please don't hurt him!

- Stop!

- He's a good guy!

Our guy's on the ground!

He's out the window!

- Call for backup!

- Hey! Stay back! Sit down!

- No! No!

- Stay back!

- Please! Please, just let him go, Officer.

- Unit 51 requesting assistance.

Man with a gun.

Give it up, Damon! Come on, give it up!

Stop, Damon! Stop right there!

Put the gun down! End of the line! Hold it!

Don't come closer! Don't come closer!

I swear to God I'll do it!

Okay, okay. Okay, okay, okay.

- Don't come closer!

- Let's talk about this, all right?

- Calm down, calm down, calm down.

- I'll do it!

- Take it easy. Take it easy, okay?

- I'll do it. I'll do it!

We can talk about this. All right?

There you go.

- What are you doing?

- Now stop bullshitting.

You wanna do this, do it.

Come on, stop playing. Stop bullshitting.

Go ahead, do it! Do it!

Come on! What, you need some help?

- Move your finger. Move your finger!

- No! No!

Give me the goddamn gun then!

Up! Get up!

Look in my eyes. Look in my eyes!

Is this gonna happen again?

- No!

- What?

No, sir! No! I swear to God, no!

God ain't here, you swear to me.

I swear. I swear to you, sir!

Now, you be a man, understand?

You take your responsibility.

I don't give a sh*t what your situation is!

You be a father to that baby, you got me?

Abel!

If I have to come back here,

I'm gonna be the one doing the shooting,

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