Urban Justice

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Can't you call in sick and tell them

you have a doctor's appointment?

And l'll make it worth your while.

You do make it hard.

Received a call yesterday...

...and got a lead

on some bookie joints opening up.

Should be a pretty dull day...

...so l will be home by 6.

-You are gonna make me late.

-l am not.

l gotta go.

-Oh, no, please?

-Get off.

l gotta go.

-Come on.

-No, l don't want you to. Please?

-Got to.

-No.

-Got to. Got to.

-No. No.

Oh, yeah.

You're beautiful.

GooD morning, Los Angeles.

It's 6.:
30 a.m.

The temperature

is a cool 49 Degrees.

The traffic is alreaDy starting

to become heavy.

A shootout tool place

in South Compton last night...

... leaving a 26-year-olD male DeaD.

In a statement issueD

by the police...

... the shooting has been blameD

on the violence between two gangs...

...HyDe Parl

anD East SiDe Gangsters...

... who have been the focus

of the mayor's commitment.

-Come on.

-What's up, man?

Sh*t.

-Shut up. Stay still.

-l ain't did nothing.

Stay right there. Come on.

Get down.

Get down.

What the f***?

All right.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, check it out.

Oh, sh*t.

All right, let's go.

All right, let's go.

Ron and Schrulner.

l always had my suspicions.

But who are you?

Come on.

Hello.

What, now?

This better be important.

l'll be there in 20.

-Damn it.

-What's wrong?

l gotta go get somebody.

-l'll be less than an hour.

-Dinner's almost ready.

l know, l know, l'll make it quick.

Promise.

-l guess l'll keep a plate warm for you.

-Thanks.

Come on, Gary, it's cold.

Linda's gonna have my ass.

Hello.

Hello.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Ready. Aim. Fire.

Max Ballister is a hero.

He gave his life in the line of duty

with courage and conviction.

His loss will forever

be remembered by everyone.

Simon, the police say

it was a random gang shooting.

They may never know who did it.

l won't accept that option, Simon.

Someone murdered Max.

Someone shot him in cold blood.

lf you come by the house,

l have copies of the police reports...

...they would release to me.

Along with Max's personal items.

-Yo.

-Hello.

Can l help you?

Sign says room for rent.

l have a few apartments

available upstairs.

This the kind of place

you're looking for?

Can l see the room?

Yeah.

Follow me.

So they're not exactly

the Four Seasons...

...but they're cheap,

and they rent by the week.

lt comes furnished.

Change your mind?

No, it's perfect.

All right. Well, l'm gonna need

the first week in advance.

Yeah, that's no problem.

Cop was killed not far from here

the other day.

Know anything about that?

Like l said,

this isn't the best neighbourhood.

-ln fact, it's getting worse by the week.

-Yeah.

That cop was my son.

Oh, l'm sorry.

How much you say l owe you?

One twenty-five.

By the way, l'm Simon Ballister.

l'm Alice Park.

-Nice to meet you.

-You too.

-Can l help you?

-This is my 'hood, penDejo.

You don't f***ing belong here.

Really?

Listen, l got some personal stuff going

on that makes me have to be here...

...so why don't you take

your lively, chubby ass...

...and get the f*** off my car?

lt's my f***ing 'hood.

l'm starting to get scared.

l'm starting to get scared.

Come on, rob me.

Kung fu this, motherf***er.

Tell every motherf***er

they're not safe...

...till l find the motherf***er

who killed my son.

You understand me?

Tell them. Tell them what l said.

l'm gonna get that guy.

How can l help you?

l'm Simon Ballister,

Max's father.

He was murdered last week...

...and l'd like to speak

with the officer in charge.

l'm sorry. Max was a good man.

Highly respected officer

in this department.

Detective Shaw is heading up his case.

l'll let him know you're here.

Simon Ballister,

Max's father, here to see you.

Thank you, send him in.

-Right back this way, Mr. Ballister.

-Thank you.

l know, l know,

that's what he told me.

Hello, Mr. Ballister.

l'm Detective Shaw.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

A little privacy please?

-Yeah.

-Please, have a seat.

Well, l didn't mean

to bother you or anything...

...but l just wanna see if there's

any updates, you know, intel...

...on my son's case.

-As l explained to your wife--

-You mean my ex-wife.

Ex-wife.

--the chances of finding

your son's killer are slim to none.

He was one of ours,

we don't take that lightly...

...but it looks like

it was a random gang shooting.

lt's kind of disappointing to see

that kind of confidence...

...from my son's own team,

you know?

l understand. Unfortunately,

the numbers worked against us.

Last year,

we had 487 homicides...

...almost half of which

were gang related.

Good news is, that's down 6 percent

from the year before.

Does that mean you have

no evidence whatsoever?

He was found in the street

next to his car.

A random shooting.

Killer probably never

stepped out of the car.

All we do have is the bullet,

which we recovered from him.

-What calibre was that?

-Forty.

Mr. Ballister, he was

a well-respected officer.

We were all very fond of him.

Listen, would you mind if l give you

a call now and again?

Not at all. Here's my card.

Did you ever get the chance

to meet my son?

No, wish l had.

Unfortunately,

our paths never crossed.

He worl eD Vice,

out of heaDquarters.

l've been assigned here

since l pinned on a badge.

-Here you go, sir.

-Thank you.

Thank you.

Pleasure meeting you.

Detective Shaw.

Hello?

-Holy sh*t, man.

-What's up, man?

What's up, man?

l came here looking for you.

That's it.

-For me?

-Yeah.

l ain't trying to rob no one, man.

Come on, man.

For real, man. l heard you was asking

questions, man. That's about it, man.

Come here.

Sit down. Sit down.

Man.

So, what's your name?

Gary, man. Gary Morrison.

What are you doing here?

l just came here to ask you

a couple questions.

l heard you was asking about Max.

Max Ballister.

Did you know my son?

l mean, l ran numbers,

Max, he worked Vice, so....

You know, times came,

l helped him out with a couple tips...

...on a few local joints in the area,

and things like that.

l got you. So you're a snitch.

Man, that's a rude term, man.

l was a Cl, all right?

l was a confidential informant.

ln other words, you're a snitch.

You a cop too?

Not exactly.

You Simon.

See, Max-- Yeah, man.

Max, he mentioned you couple times.

Hey, look, man,

l don't know you that well, man...

...but the East Side Gangsters,

they run this neighbourhood.

-ls that right?

-l mean, you stick around, like:

Like, they'll probably kill you.

Before all them bad things

happen to me...

...maybe you could tell me

where they are.

They stay over in the projects

on Florence.

-On Florence?

-lt's a closed construction site now...

...but that's where Max was shot.

Like l said, it ain't a good idea for you

to go nowhere near there.

l really don't care

what their business is.

l just want the motherf***er

that killed my son.

l understand, man.

Like l said, Max,

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