We didn't hear that. Let's go.
- You're the boss.
This is Cheryl Tyer reporting live...
Hey, nice flashlight. Mind if I borrow it?
OK.
Damn!
Look familiar?
Fuck.
Oh, God.
Ramon Vega, the crack king.
Biggest operator in East LA. 100 keys a week.
- Why isn't he skinned? And who are they?
- Jamaicans. King Willie's boys.
That makes no sense.
This was a voodoo ritual.
I've seen it before. They took his heart out.
- What for?
- Terror tactics, man.
You know,
to scare the shit out of their enemies.
- King Willie.
- Who the hell is King Willie?
King Willie, voodoo priest of the LA posses.
Ran the terror gangs
for Edward Seaga in Jamaica...
...till he got too powerful.
The Jamaican chiefs
won't make a move without his approval.
So what the fuck happened?
Shit!
Hey, we got a survivor!
What's she saying?
I don't know. She's not making any sense.
She keeps saying "El diablo vino por ellos."
The devil came for them.
If it's the Colombians, why'd they leave their
boss hanging and his girl naked on the floor?
- It wasn't the Colombians.
- Our friend from the armoury.
Right.
We got a new player in town.
Come over here, Mike. Check this out.
What is that?
Looks like a spear tip or something.
This is a restricted area.
I want it cleared immediately.
You're walking on physical evidence.
- We'll take care of her.
- She's with me.
Lieutenant, I'd like
a word with you in private, please.
They say that persistence
is your most outstanding quality.
- I know this is your show...
- You're not listening to me!
You got a big nose and
you're sticking it too far in my business.
Maybe you can hear this.
The next time you cross me...
...you're gonna turn up missing.
- Garber, the man with the camera. Get him.
- Yes, sir.
- All right. Let's go.
- Stay away.
- Hey, fuck you, man! Give me my camera!
- Shut the fuck up.
Hey, wait a minute!
I got my rights! I'm ajournalist.
- Harrigan! Harrigan!
- Shut up. Let's go.
Smells like a cover-up.
The press has a right to know!
Take him out of the building. Search him.
Now you get the hell out of here.
Who the hell are you, Keyes?
The last person in the world
you wanna fuck with.
Wanna make me proud, kid?
Take your bag oftricks, stay with them,
find out where they take her.
Meet me later at La Cita's.
And be careful. These guys are good.
Hey, don't worry!
Surveillance is my specialty.
OK, then. Just get going.
Go get 'em, Lone Ranger.
Danny, look here. We gotta take this real cool.
These guys sure aren't the DEA,
but it's still Keyes's party.
You stick around, stay out of sight.
I'll meet you at one o'clock.
We'll take a good look at that room, OK?
Hey, wait for me.
Dannyboy,
no hero stuff, understand?
Dan-Dan-Dannyboy.
Watch your ass, Danny boy.
She never made it.
The feds were waiting.
Hustled her off in a chopper.
- Let me guess. A silver Alouette?
- That very one.
And 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 got some serious police work to attend to.
Come to Papa.
Hey!
- Hey, are your balls OK?
- Fine.
How are yours?
- Hey, do you mind? It's my sister.
- Say what?
Oh, you're not my sister.
Son of a bitch.
Who are you really chasing, Keyes?
Time to go to work.
- Shit.
- Dannyboy.
Mike?
Oh, God!
No. No. Oh, God!
Oh, Mother of God!
Please, no!
Lieutenant Michael R. Harrigan:
...violence prone,
obsessive/compulsive personality...
...a history ofexcessive physical force...
...throughouthis 18 years
as a Los Бngeles police offcer.
Also responsible for the destruction of
11 patrol cars, a city bus...
What about ten commendations for valour...
...and the best felony arrest record
in the history of