guess... the silver Alouette?
- That very one.
Guess what? Your pal Keyes
was running the whole show...
and his butt boys.
Son of a bitch.
You done real good, kid.
Now, tomorrow,
start a tail on Keyes...
Everything he does,
everywhere he goes.
Who knows? You
might just get lucky.
Lieutenant...
luck...
is my specialty.
Yeah. I bet it is.
Now if you'll
excuse me, Lieutenant...
I've got some
serious police work to attend to.
Come to papa.
Hey, are your balls okay?
Fine. How are yours?
Hey, do you mind?
It's my sister.
Oh, you're not
my sister, are you?
Son of a bitch.
Who you really chasing, Keyes?
Time to go to work.
Mike?
Please, no!
Lieutenant Michael R. Harrigan...
Violence prone...
obsessive/ compulsive personality...
a history of
excessive physical force...
throughout his 18 years...
as a Los Angeles police officer.
Also responsible...
for the destruction
of 11 patrol cars...
a city bus...
What about
10 commendations for valor...
and the best
felony arrest record...
in the history
of this department?
That and my intervention
on your behalf...
are the only reasons
you still have a job.
The chief would charge you...
with Detective Archuleta's
death and suspend you.
As it is,
he left it in my hands.
Now this
John Wayne attitude...
flagrant disregard
for policies...
is going to end now.
No one
under my command...
is going to impede
the progress...
of this federal task force
headed by agent Keyes.
No one.
That's it.
Dismissed.
Mike, you're
too close to this.
Stay out of it.
It's a police matter.
They can't keep
the department out of it.
We'll find Danny's killer.
Captain, Danny and I
came up together...
15 years
on the fucking street.
Whoever killed him's
going to pay.
I'm going to finish it.
Hey, come on.
What is this?
Listen, shithead. I don't give
a fuck who you really are...
what you want
with this asshole.
Because now it's personal...
and he's a dead man.
What you're dealing with
is way over your head.
You don't know
what you're dealing with.
And I'm warning you.
Stay the fuck
out of my way!
I'll take care of him.
No. Let him go.
We're too close.
... Claiming as his,
turf already controlled... 
by the bloodthirsty Jamaican
and Colombian drug lords. 
Watch as we
continue our report.
Yes, the word is out.
L.A. Is up for grabs...
the spoils
of our once fine city...
going to the ruthless scum who can
spread the most carnage and blood. 
Our latest update
on the scoreboard...
5 assorted trash
and 1 good cop.
One of the best
on our force.
Who's next?
Where's the mayor?
He's not even in the city...
Forget it. It's over.
Mike, goddamn it.
This ain't your personal
little war, you know.
I loved Danny, too.
You said the only way
you survive down here...
is because you're a team.
Door swings
both ways, remember?
All right.
We'll do it together.
Come on.
Talk to me about Keyes.
He's been everywhere.
We've been on him for three days.
- They're not looking for drug dealers.
- Yeah.
They're setting up
radar sensors all over downtown.
I used my whole repertoire
to keep up with them.
I had scanners on them.
They scrambled my shit up.
They had equipment
I can't begin to touch...
and then this morning...
I lost them.
- We lost them.
- Lost them where?
Vernon and industry.
They fuckin' disappeared.
The slaughterhouse
district?
Yeah, and in
this heat, whoa!
I mean B.O. And barbecue.
Whatever Keyes is looking for...
he's found it
or damn close to it.
Leona, I want to meet
with King Willie.
Willie and I seem
to have the same problem.
In the meantime,
you come with me.
- Mike, it's impossible.
- Just do it.
Omega 1.
We need an extension. 
This is Omega 1.
Please make sure... 
we've got
22 minutes remaining...
on safe window
of operation.
Yes, sir. 
Verify that
final telemetry check.