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.
Danny boy, no hero stuff, understand?
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, 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.
- Danny boy.
Mike?
Oh, God!
Oh, Mother of God!
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 ten commendations for valour
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.
If it were up to the chief, he'd charge you with
Detective Archuleta's death and suspend you.
As it is, he left it in my hands.
Now, this John Wayne attitude and flagrant
disregard for policy is gonna end now.
No one under my command will 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 gonna pay.
I'm gonna finish it.
Hey, come on. What is this?
Listen, shithead.
I don't give a fuck what you want with
this asshole because now it's personal.
And he's a dead man.
What you're dealing with
is over your head. I'm warning you...
You! 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 controlled
by the Jamaican and Colombian drug lords.
Watch as we continue our report.
Yes, the word is out: LA is up for grabs,
the spoils of our once fine city
going to the ruthless scum
who can spread the most
carnage and blood in our streets.
The latest update on the scoreboard:
five assorted trash and one 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.
Hey, you told me the only way
you survive is because you're a team.
The door swings both ways. Remember?
All right. We'll do it together.
Come on. Talk to me about Keyes.
- We've been on him for the last three days.
- And they're not looking for drug dealers.
Yeah. They've been setting up
weird radar sensors all over downtown.
I used my whole repertory
to keep up with them!
I had scanners on them,
but they scrambled my shit up.
They had equipment I can't begin to touch.
And then this morning
- I lost 'em.
- We lost them.
- Where?
- Vernon and Industry.
- They disappeared!
- The slaughterhouse district?
Yeah, and in this heat...
I mean, BO and barbecue!
Whatever Keyes is looking for,
he's found it, or 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