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Major Crimes - 04x19 - Hindsight (Part 1)
I love L.A.
Sorry about that, sir.
We're bringing in more units and gonna move
the outer perimeter back a couple hundred feet.
All right, make sure you keep this area clear,
and try not to start any riots.
All right.
Our community is falling apart.
The police don't even give a damn.
Sir, we have a shooting, a car crash,
and two dead bodies.
And so far, no one in your neighborhood
saw anything before we showed up.
It's after 1:00 in the morning. What do you think?
We just sit outside,
waiting for people to get attacked?
Here's my card, Dennis.
If you really want the L.A.P.D.'s help,
find us a witness, then give me a call.
We're over here.
Excuse me, fellas.
Meet Tamika Weaver.
I thought we had two shooting victims.
3-year-old boy went to the hospital
with Lieutenant Flynn... D.O.A.
A little kid. Geez.
No wonder the neighborhood is up in arms.
Our African-American victim was driving
a red shoot-me car through a Diablo neighborhood
just blocks away, sir.
Windows tinted...
Maybe the shooter didn't know who she was.
Or maybe he did.
About $2,500 in this envelope.
Then heroin.
Found underneath the baby's car seat,
which is the last place we'd look for drugs
if we pulled her over.
Mama was dealing dope?
- Don't know. - Okay.
Um, how far from this light pole
were our victims when they got shot?
About six blocks from here, sir.
Our patrols there are standing by, sir.
I could start filming the crowd.
Maybe they'd quit throwing stuff.
Yeah, and maybe you'd get your ass shot.
Go with Sanchez and Sykes.
See if you can find casings from the murder weapon.
We're gonna be here a while.
Let's get this, uh, crime scene tented, please.
Uh, Captain.
Captain, I'm afraid
that we are in the middle of a gang war
with the worst kind of casualty imaginable.
Oh, finally. A casing right here.
There's more here.
And another.
There's another.
Another one.
There's at least three more here.
Huh.
I think that's it.
The shooting happened right in the middle of the road.
Somebody just walked up to the car?
Maybe another S.U.V. drove up beside it and fired.
Hey, you see that boy sitting over there?
Hey, Buzz.
Without letting him know,
video the kid's face
in case he walks away
or takes off when I walk over there.
Got it. Want me to go with you, Julio?
No. You take the casings to firearm analysis,
and don't let them put you off.
We have top priority.
Okay.
Good morning, sir.
Did you see what happened here earlier tonight?
Diablos fighting Bloods?
Nah, man. We all cool.
I got a shot-up mother a few blocks away.
I just found some casings in the street here.
Don't know nothing about that, but a strange red car
driving through the neighborhood at night...
Stupid.
How'd you know the car was red?
Or I could take you downtown for an interview.
You're smoking pot.
I'm 18. Got a prescription.
Really? For what?
Asthma and anxiety, ese.
Smog causes the asthma.
The police cause the anxiety.
Smoking for asthma... That makes sense.
You want to show me your medical card?
No, I think we'll call that a night.
Feeling a little anxious.
It's a bad place to talk to him.
Come back and grab him later today after school.
Okay?
The rods show the impact... 10 rounds...
Starting in the front, up through the windshield,
continuing down the side of the vehicle,
where we actually have gunshot residue.
The shooter was right next to the car,
just outside the vehicle.
Yeah, if she was dealing,
then mama stopped to make a heroin sale
in front of the wrong house.
Wait a minute.
Our victim braked her vehicle but kept it in drive?
And then the shooter arrived on foot?
Well, it might have gone down that way
if she thought the guy was a buyer.
Ordinary gang war bullshit.
Not so ordinary, Lieutenant.
We have a dead child.
Hey, I got something. Guys.
A little more proof this is gang-on-gang.
Casings in Diablos territory,
crime scene in Bloods territory.
If this is a fight over the heroin trade,
it's only going to get bloodier.
It's a taco. Looks like Tamika died hungry.
We should check the money and envelope for prints
and dump the victim's phone immediately.
If I take her cell to L.A. Clear,
you'll get a breakdown faster.
Thank you, Chief.
So, why would you shoot up the dealer's car
and then leave her money and drugs behind?
Well, the vehicle did roll downhill for six blocks.
And maybe the shooter didn't want to chase after it
Well, maybe he did.
Saw the dead kid in the back seat and freaked.
Hey, Miss Amy!
Francine.
You are working awfully late.
Or you're here really early.
Oh, this is the very best time to test-fire weapons.
I love, love, love being here alone.
Uh-huh.
What's all this?
I assume you have a good reason for jumping in line, right?
We're working a double over in Southeast Division,
trying to get a jump start
on anything tying these casings to a gun.
Gang war potential.
Well, let's take a look.
From an UZI.
Extractor's good.
Ejectors seem...
Well, that's interesting.
And that...
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Does it have a right-side breach-face imperfection?
It does.
Oh, my God.
Hold on. Let me be sure.
What's up, Francine? Why all the excitement?
You ever hear of the Reese murders?
Started with an off-duty cop
who was killed during a robbery by a couple of Bloods
- 12 years ago. - Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And while the gangsters were on trial,
- the deputy D.A... - Yeah, Rachel Gray.
- And her bodyguard... - Eric Dunn.
Really sweet D.A. investigator.
- They were both shot to death, too. - Uh-huh.
With the same weapon used to kill Officer Reese.
Completely screwing up the case
against the gangster who was on trial for the murder.
The defendant walked, and we buried Gray and Dunn.
And I have not seen hide nor hair of that UZI...
Until now.
Okay, hold on.
Our victims were shot with the same gun
- that killed Officer Reese and D.D.A. Gray? - Yes.
That is what I'm telling you, Amy.
And I am saying a little prayer of thanks
that you're the one who walked these casings down here
instead of Mike Tao.
Why's that?
Because I have been desperate to find the gun
responsible for the Reese murders
for over a decade.
And you may be the one person who can help me.
Do not wait for my report.
Do not call anyone else at your division.
Go directly to this man and listen to what he tells you.
He will either be at his house or on his boat.
Mark Hickman?
Francine, Hickman's the most disgraced
officer in L.A.P.D. history.
He committed perjury on the stand.
He... he may have planted evidence.
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