01x07 - Fork in the Road

[bunniefuu]

[Ballard] Previously
on Ballard...

[Berchem] You have 72 hours.

Find something meaningful or
this case goes to Homicide.

[Hopkinson] So,
serial k*ller, huh?

You got a name?

{\an8}[Ballard] I found a closed case from


The family reported a gold
bracelet missing from the scene.

We found that bracelet...

[breathes heavily] ...among
our k*ller's souvenirs.

The victim's boyfriend was convicted,
but he always claimed innocence.

If we reopen this case,

we might find a link between
the women and the real k*ller.

And we could potentially
free an innocent man.

Mike and Denise were found within
a ten mile radius near Crestline.

So she was the target.
Mike was an obstacle.

Luis said that we
could trust him.

-You should've kept your mouth shut.
-[muffled screams, cries]

Always a pleasure.

You need a ride?

Thanks. I got one.

[Ballard] Ibarra was gonna flip on
the cartel, so Driscoll took him out.

Driscoll's either incredibly reckless
or he thinks he can't be touched.

[Driscoll] They got
no leads, no suspects.

You're young, maybe you
don't know how this works,

but they're right outside,
looking for cracks.

Like I said, I'm not a monster.

[both grunting]

-I got it.
-[Aaron] Are you sure about this?

He's gonna die!

[Aaron] Make a vertical incision a
half inch deep to create an opening.

Push the tube into the incision until
you feel it go through the trachea wall.

[Ballard breathes heavily]

-[inhales sharply]
-[screams]

No!

-[grunting, panting]
-[Lola barking]

-[radio chatter]
-[siren wailing]

[detective, distorted]
Did you know this man?

Ma'am, look at me.

{\an8}Sorry, I'm gonna have to ask you
again, did you know this man?

Yeah.

[detective] You're gonna have to
speak up now. I can't hear you.

Her throat was compressed in the
attack. She'll be hoarse for a while.

Yeah, I knew him.

Help me out with something.

Who pulled out the
trache? Him or you?

You gonna read me my rights now?

Hey, buddy. An ambulance is waiting.
Let's pick this up tomorrow.

We're gonna need her clothes.

This is not my first rodeo.

You'll get her clothes once
she's changed at the hospital.

Come on, let's go.

You okay?

Everything's gonna be fine.

[whispers indistinctly]

[ominous music plays]

[ambulance engine starts]

Let's go!

[siren wailing]

[shutter clicks]

Thank you.

[grunts]

-What the hell happened?
-News said someone tried to strangle her.

No. It's, uh... [stammers]
...related to the John Doe case.

-What?
-How?

[sighs] Uh...

[sighs]

Probably hard to know since it's
under Sheriff's jurisdiction.

Right. They're very territorial.

[sighs] Can we go see her?

I don't think visitors
are a good idea.

Detective Laffont? Some Detectives
from Homicide are here. They want...

Hey, Tom.

-Greg?
-[Parker] What the hell?

Sorry to intrude.

Okay. Hey.

-Whoa, whoa. What's going on?
-[Ted] Hey, hey, hey. What the hell?

You didn't have to.

Believe me, it was perfunctory.

You look like hell.

What happened?

-You know what I know.
-Bullshit.

How come you never told me an ex-cop
was a suspect in your John Doe case?

I just didn't get a chance.
It all came together so fast.

But when I get back to
work, I'm going to...

About that, Homicide is
taking the Pearlman case.

So those are "I'm sorry"
flowers, not "get well" flowers.

They're taking the
John Doe case too,

but it sounds like that one closed
itself when Driscoll pulled his trache.

[inhales sharply]
Any more bad news?

I'm gonna put a protective detail
on you until we sort all this out.

No, no, no.

Driscoll's dead. I
don't need a detail.

It wasn't a question.

Fine. I get to pick the team.

Once you're cleared by the doctors, you
can call Metro and make arrangements.

But take a few days.

[grunting]

Hey.

-Hey, Ballard.
-Hi.

Got you staying at the Sand Dollar
Motel until this all blows over.

Sounds lovely.

Appreciate it.

He a friend of yours?

One of the few.

Okay, room 210. We'll
be here if you need us.

Thanks.

So, Laffont dropped by my crib
last night sometime after 1:00.

He gave me a phone. A
dead ex-cop's phone.

Said you wanted me
to dump the data.

Did you?

Before I answer that,
what the hell is going on?

I can explain,

but first I gotta figure out how to get
that phone back in the chain of custody.

Already took care of it.

Working with Mo on a
need-to-know basis.

I need to know.

I need you to fill me in.

Who's Anthony Driscoll?

[sighs] He m*rder*d a John
Doe, one of my cold cases.

And then I find out this
guy's running g*ns and drugs

between the Zacatecas
Nuevas cartel and the LAPD.

Jesus, Ballard.

Yeah. And he
must've been in deep

because he chose to pull his
trache rather than get arrested.

Doesn't sound like a cartel
hit, the way he came for you.

Strangling's not their style.

No.

My guess is he was on his own.

[scoffs] If this
was a cartel hit,

we wouldn't be sitting
here right now talking.

I'm sorry.

I pulled you into
some deep waters.

Uh... Story of my life.

I did dump Driscoll's phone.

Found a bunch of numbers,
probably burners.

So we'll have to chase 'em
down the old-fashioned way.

Follow the pings,
put faces to numbers.

And I still cannot believe that you
took a cell phone from a crime scene.

-I was gonna give it back.
-[chuckling] Yeah.

Oh, man. I'm beginning to like
you more and more. [laughs]

Jesus.

[sighs]

[groaning]

[phone ringing]

Laffont. [clears
throat] What's up?

[Laffont] Just checking
on you. How you doing?

I'm fine, it's just my
voice is driving me crazy.

How's the team holding up?

Not well.

You give any thought what
you're gonna tell them?

[sighs]

Everything.

Why didn't you tell us?

I shouldn't even be
telling you at this point.

Well, at least now we know who's
outside the circle of trust.

No, this is so much
bigger than trust.

This puts all of you in danger.

They went after Javier Fuentes the
same day Driscoll went after me.

And I know that's not the
job you volunteered for.

So if any of you want
out, I understand.

[chuckles] Okay.

No more secrets.

Circle of trust.

Let's get back to work.

[stammers] Get back
to work on what?

They took both of our cases.

Right. I don't know that yet.

But I'm gonna figure it out.

[reporter 1] Hello, this is
KCAL News doing a story...

[reporter 2] This
is ABC7 calling...

[reporter 3] Detective Ballard.
Mike Suffolk with the LA Times...

Hello. My name is Lillian
Lee. I saw you on the news.

I'm running out of hope.

My son, he was k*lled.

His name is Raehyun.
Raehyun Lee.

I call the detectives, but
they no longer call me back.

I want my son back.

I fear he will never rest in peace
because they never found his body.

I found our new case.

Who's in?

Box was a mess.

My guess is the original IO pegged it
as a g*ng k*lling and called it a day.

Gonna be a heavy lift.

Yeah. Are you sure about this?

There's no body. Just a pool of blood
in the alley behind Ray's apartment.

Maybe you ought to go home.
Rest for a couple days.

No, I'd rather work. I'll
go crazy licking my wounds.

Honey, lemon, ginger.
Soothes the vocal cords.

[sighs] Thank you.

A green Ford Fiesta was spotted on
security footage leaving that alley

around the time Ray disappeared.

No plates, which seems "g*ng-y."

But the vic's cell pinged once
after that up in La Cañada.

Which seems considerably
less "g*ng-y."

But it says here that Ray was
affiliated with the Asian Gs.

Hmm.

They had Koreatown
on lock in 2018.

Seven years later, territory's
shifted. Maybe somebody will talk.

Mmm. I don't know.

I mean, gangs in my
neighborhood can hold a grudge.

And people tend to keep their
mouths shut, even years later.

We still have to try.

So, Martina, Colleen,

will you draft some flyers with the
car info and the victim's photo?

Push it out on LAPD socials.

Rawls, Parker, will you post
those in the neighborhood?

I mean, it's a long shot, but it's one
the original investigator never took.

-Let's go talk to Ray's mom.
-Mm-hmm.

Right thing to do, expanding
the circle of trust.

But you did leave out the part about
Bosch and the cell phone you swiped.

I'm working up to it. The team
needs to focus on this new case.

[grunts] The team needs to?

[scoffs] We could use a win
right now, don't you think?

But, uh, why this case?

I don't know. Something
in the mother's voice.

[sighs]

They never found my
father's body either.

Oh, sh*t, I spaced.

-What's up?
-It's Lancaster prison.

I was supposed to go
visit Jorge Ochoa today.

Oh, the guy doing time for one
of our serial k*ller's murders.

Detective Renée
Ballard. [clears throat]

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

Can you get me another
appointment ASAP? Thank you.

Lancaster hasn't gotten the
memo it's not our case anymore.

I guess not.

I know he's gone.

I just want to bury him, so his soul
can get to where it needs to go.

He wanted to play baseball, even
scouts came to watch him play.

But then he had an accident
on his friend's motorcycle.

They put a metal
plate in his shoulder.

No more baseball.

After that, he had different
friends. Rougher boys.

But even God's favorite
was a fallen angel.

Ray, was no angel, Mom.

He was in a g*ng.

Did it to take care of us,
but he was into some bad sh*t.

[speaks Korean]

Um, Ray's brother, Jun.

I'm sorry, but if you wanna
know the truth, Mom...

police need all the facts.

He's right, we do.

So I read in the case file

that Ray got into an argument
with another boy at school

a few days before the sh**ting.

Marcus Jeong. Yeah.

Him and Ray were friends,
till they weren't.

-Do you know what happened?
-[Jun] I was just a kid.

Marcus has twin face.

Two-faced, Mom.

[Lillian] I told the
detective to go look at him,

but because Marcus doesn't
dress like a bad man...

Marcus wasn't in a g*ng. And the
cops thought it was a g*ng thing.

So they moved off Marcus.

And then they pretty
much gave up altogether.

Well, we're gonna do everything we
can to find out what happened, okay?

[scoffs] Mm-hmm.

[speaks indistinctly]

-I think it worked out there pretty well...
-[Ballard] Marcus Jeong?

Detective Ballard,
Detective Laffont.

We wanted to talk to
you about Ray Lee.

Yeah, um, Kate, I'm gonna...
I'ma catch up with you. Yeah.

[Marcus] He tried to jump
me into the Asian Gs.

He was recruiting me hard, and
I-I felt the pull, you know?

But I had people on my side.

My mom, my teachers,
the counselor at school.

All trying to keep me on
the straight and narrow.

But when Ray got k*lled, look,
that was a big reality check.

It's just, what can happen
when you're in that life.

I got it together
quick after that.

Can you tell us about the fight you
had with Ray, the week he disappeared?

It's become like one of
those urban myths, you know?

We just had some static.

About what?

He thought I was stringing
him along about joining up,

but it got blown way
out of proportion.

People started talking like
it was this cage match.

And then this video
started circulating.

Wait, what video?

Some kid uploaded cell
phone footage of the fight.

My mom had a lawyer friend get it
taken down a couple of weeks later.

Didn't want it
hurting my prospects.

Sure looks like things
worked out for Marcus.

Maybe at Ray's expense.

Let's see where he was the
day that Ray disappeared

and then maybe Colleen can dredge
up that video he was talking about.

Mm-hmm. Hey.

I am calling an audible.

-You look exhausted.
-Laffont.

You're going back to the hotel.

[stammers, sighs]

Get some rest.

Handcuffs if necessary.

[sighs]

All right, Burner Boy is
back there, seven o'clock.

[Bosch] Another blue-suiter.

I don't know him.

I'll call in the shop number,
see who signed it out.

Man, Ballard and all these cops.

What's she gotten into?

Some bad sh*t, brother.

[coughing]

[sighs]

[sighs, chuckles]

[gasps, breathes shakily]

Oh, honey.

[groans]

I'm okay. I'm okay.

-Oh, baby.
-I'm fine.

[phone buzzing]

Huh? [pants]

[groans, sighs]

I thought you told
me to get some rest.

[Laffont] I did.

Uh, but I'm calling early
because we got a lead.

A witness replied to
the flyer we put out.

No way.

[chuckles] Way.
Surprised me too.

He lives up in Montrose,
just west of La Cañada.

That's where the vic's
cell phone pinged last.

Rightio.

He said he was heading
out on an early hike

up Colby Canyon on the
morning in question.

Saw someone coming out of the
hills in jeans and a hoodie,

all dirty, wearing work gloves.
He drove away in a green Ford.

Okay, but why would somebody remember
all these details seven years later?

I am so glad you asked.

I am now going to read his
statement, word for word.

Ahem.

"I got there and realized there was
no pit toilet at the trail head."

I just finished my coffee, so...

Anyway, I found some bushes.

And I'm in the middle
of doing my business...

"[Laffont, witness] ...when
someone came out of nowhere."

They came down
right through there,

and my dog went crazy,
pulling on the leash.

I got my pants around my ankles, so I
go a*s-over-teakettle into the dirt.

Anyway, when I saw the
flyer about the green Ford,

it was the first thing I thought
of. It was right over there.

[dogs barking]

[officer] Found something!

That's him.

[ominous music plays]

-[sighs]
-Ballard.

Check it out.

[music intensifies]

[Lillian praying in Korean]

[in English] Amen.

[sobs]

Did you find a g*n?

Were there prints?

Yeah, we're processing
the g*n now.

In Colby Canyon?

Look, Jun, I know you want to help,
but you gotta let us do our jobs.

Same thing the cops
said seven years ago.

Jun, look what she's done.

She helped put your
brother to rest.

Just 'cause they found the body, Mom,
doesn't mean this is over. [huffs]

[footsteps recede]

I'm headed to Lancaster in the
morning to go talk with Jorge Ochoa.

[breathes deeply]

Do... Do you think you can...

Have Firearms fast
track the g*n?

I'm on it.

[softly] Thank you.

[clears throat]
Also, uh... uh...

See if Colleen has made
any progress on the video?

First thing tomorrow.

You know, I never
put it together,

what happened to your dad.

How it drives you.

You could always stay with us.

Leo would love to have you.

-[chuckles]
-And Tutu.

Especially on Bachelor night.

[scoffs, laughs] Aw.

[chortles]

And leave all this?

[Laffont sighs] Hmm.

Thank you for the offer.

But it's... it's not the
motel. It's just not home.

Mm-hmm.

[phone rings]

Hey. What's up?

You talk to Ochoa yet?

[Ballard] No, not yet.
I'm on the Sierra Highway.

I'm about 40 minutes out.

Any news on the g*n we
found with Ray's body?

Uh, Firearms Freddie says it was
registered to a Ms. Christa Fortson.

Any connection to Marcus or Ray?

Not according to Ms. Fortson.

You spoke to her?

Uh, she has an early shift at Denny's, so
I swung by there and got a short stack.

Said she bought a bunch
of g*ns back in the day

for an ex-boyfriend g*ng member.

-Ah, young love.
-Yeah.

He'd dole 'em out
to his buddies.

Any chance he wants to
tell us which buddies?

Not likely.

He's dead.

And Ms. Fortson's
alibi checks out.

Great. Swing and a miss.

Yeah. Talk soon.

[groans]

[gate buzzer sounds]

Sorry I didn't make
it in the other day.

[Ochoa] I'm not going anywhere.

That's Elena's.

Your fiancée?

Are those your initials?

Yeah.

Where did you get this?

In a storage unit that belonged to the
person who actually k*lled your fiancée.

What do you mean? Who?

I don't know that yet, Jorge.

But I think you're innocent.

I need to hear it
from you though.

I am. I am. I told
my lawyer that.

He said the DNA was
too hard to explain.

He wanted me to take a plea,

but I was never gonna do
that because I wasn't guilty.

So you went to trial?

The jury didn't believe me.

Then I had no more
money to fight.

I loved Elena.

I'd never hurt her.

She gave me one too,
with her initials.

It said, "Mi Vida, E.C."

They took it when
they arrested me.

She got promoted at her
job, and she was so proud.

But it meant long hours.

We'd be apart more.

So she bought these with her own
money, so we'd have each other.

Always.

Look, I don't know,
Ballard. The DNA's a k*ller.

[Ballard] Well,
it's not foolproof.

She was Jorge's fiancée. Of
course they slept together.

Yeah. Says the woman with
a probable concussion.

[scoffs]

[documents rustle]

This gold bracelet
belonged to his fiancée.

Her name was Elena Cervantes.

You know where I found it?

In the storage unit of a serial
k*ller I'm investigating.

And why didn't you
lead with this?

Because I was testing
your faith in me, Damani.

-[chuckles]
-And you failed, by the way.

You in?

[sighs] Yeah, I think I am.

Good. This guy really deserves
someone who's gonna dig down.

Well, I'll get the shovel.

-How's Javi?
-He's hanging on.

You got any idea
who came for him?

Mmm, not yet.

I'm working on it.

-I'll be in touch.
-Yeah.

[copier clattering]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

Hey.

You got to treat her nice.

[copier whirring]

Thanks.

What's all this?

I've got someone working on an
age progression for Ibarra's kid.

-Gael?
-Yeah.

I called Missing Persons,

but they're taking too long,
so I went to DCFS myself.

You know, asked for
every kid around his age.

Figured I'd look for
a match. I just, uh...

I didn't realize
there'd be so many.

It's really got its
hooks in you, huh?

Gotcha!

I found it. Marcus's video.

His lawyer did a good job burying it,
but I found a snipped daisy chain.

-The Internet never forgets.
-[keyboard clicks]

-You get back over here.
-[grunts]

[crowd clamoring]

[clamoring continues]

Back off! Get off of me!

[teacher] Marcus.
Get out of here. Now!

All right, show's over.

[student] Come on,
Mr. Kim. Let 'em fight.

Wait, freeze it.
I know that name.

[mutters, sighs]

Nathan Kim. He's a
teacher at the school.

Original IO interviewed him, and he
said the fight wasn't a big deal.

That it was blown
out of proportion.

-[Parker scoffs]
-Same thing Marcus said.

Why did Mr. Kim play that down?

For his benefit or for Marcus's?

Let's find out.

Stay on Gael.

Let's go, Rawls.

[Ted] How long do you think Berchem's
gonna keep this detail on you?

[Ballard] Until he decides
I'm not in danger at home.

[sighs]

You know, I could
upgrade your protection.

Put some of my private
sector guys on your house.

Ex-Green Beret. They
worked the Oscars.

Sounds a little
fancy for me, no?

It'd be free of
charge, of course.

That is within our budget.
Can I think about it?

Sure.

Hey, hang on.
Laffont is texting.

Apparently, Marcus was at a swim meet in
Bakersfield the day that Ray disappeared.

He broke the record for
the 50-meter freestyle.

Great. So he's not our guy.

Doesn't look like it.
Let's go talk to Mr. Kim.

-[crowd clamoring on video]
-[Mr. Kim] Get out of here. Now!

[clapping] All
right, show's over!

[video ends]

Pretty heated in
this video, Mr. Kim.

And rough with Ray, considering he
was one of your former students.

I know. It's not a good look.

This g*ng thing,
it... gets to me.

I grew up in this neighborhood.

Used to ride my bike all
over, never once locked it up.

And at some point,
things changed.

[sighs]

All the work I do in the
classroom, it goes down the drain

the second these gangs start promising
them quick money and some street cred.

Is that what was
happening with Marcus?

He had so much promise.

But I could just see him
at this fork in the road.

I mean, look at Ray. He was exactly
where Marcus was just a few years before.

And I lost that fight with him.

And he ended up dead.

You think Ray died because
of his g*ng affiliation?

I know he did.

He had a long list of
enemies by the time he died.

You remember who
was on that list?

Seven years ago. [sighs]

Man, I talked to the
detective back then.

There was a kid
named Ashton Reed.

Eddy Fortson was another one.

Victor Cabrera.

Did you say Fortson?

Yeah. He was a
student in my class.

Any relation to Christa?

That was his sister. Why?

[scoffs]

g*n that k*lled Ray was
registered to Christa Fortson.

Well, didn't she have an alibi?

Yeah, she did. Which makes
her brother our best bet.

Hey, if this ain't about the
child support, then what is it?

m*rder, Eddy.

[stammering] Oh. Uh... I mean...

[Ballard] Ray Lee.

He was shot multiple times with
a g*n registered to your sister.

And we know you had
beef with him too.

Ray who? I... I
don't know a Ray.

Well, you went to
school together, Eddy.

I went to school
with lots of people.

[Ted] You were both
on the baseball team.

You rode together to away games.

Your sister told us about
the g*ns she bought.

She buy one for you too?

We're processing that
g*n right now for prints.

We find yours, Eddy, you'll be
paying child support from prison.

[chuckles]

Yeah.

Christa gave me that g*n.

But it wasn't because I
wanted to k*ll no one, okay?

I was getting messed
with at school.

You mean bullied?

Christa told me I could
use it, flash it around,

get the upperclassmen
to ease off me.

But it wasn't a week before
someone stole it from my locker.

Sister was pretty bent.

You've been to Colby Canyon?

Colby Canyon? No, what's that?

A hiking trail, up the 2.

That place.

Never been. No, no. Only the
four-point-whatever's got to go.

-What do you mean?
-From my school.

One of the teachers took all
the smart kids once a year

for bonding, trust falls,
all that kind of sh*t.

What teacher?

I don't know. What's
his name? Mr., um...

Mr. Kim.

Yeah.

I never made the cut.

[Ted] Gotta go back
and talk to him again.

[Parker] About what?

All we have is a hunch and
the word of a former student.

We're gonna need more.

Yeah. Well, we're not gonna
get anything this late.

So, first thing in the morning, we
start from scratch on Nathan Kim.

Good night.

Hey, Rawls.

If that offer for security
still stands, I'll take it.

Oh. Yeah.

Consider it done.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Appreciate you.

Hey. Wanted to get this all
cleaned up before you got here.

[sighs] Thank you.

I see you upgraded your protection
detail. Pretty impressive.

I got some help from a friend.

-Is Tutu home yet?
-[phone buzzing]

Outside with Lola.

Hey, Colleen. What's up?

[Colleen] You know
I can't help myself.

So... [chuckles] ...I did some digging
into Nathan Kim's vehicular history.

Turns out, his mom owned a green Ford
Fiesta at the time of Ray's m*rder.

No way.

Do we know where it is now?

Donated to charity after
she passed in 2021.

I'll call tomorrow morning
as soon as they open.

If we can find the new owner,

maybe there's some physical
evidence left behind.

Yeah, it's a big if and a big
maybe, but it's worth a shot.

Nice find, Colleen.

Now put your laptop away.

Copy that.

[gasps] Hi, baby girl.

Aw. [grunts]

-Ah! [grunting]
-Oh, sorry. Here.

Uh...

[sighs, pants]

Thank you.

-[grunts, sucks teeth]
-Here, here, here, here, here. Come here.

Are you ever gonna tell
me about that tattoo?

[sighs] Yeah.

After my dad died, I was alone.

My mom was already long
gone. [inhales sharply]

I fell in with some...
some people, and it...

[sighs] Anyway, it wasn't good.

I was really messed up.

[clears throat] So I got this.

You know, I figured even if I was lost,
that maybe he could watch over me.

I love that.

Oh, gosh. [grunting]

You've been so good to me.

It's easy to be good to you.

These last few days...

something's kinda snuck
up on me in all the chaos.

When you called that night,
realizing you were in trouble,

it made me think...

[chuckles]

Hmm.

[phone buzzing]

-[phone beeps]
-I'm on my way in.

Get ready to love me.

Uh, okay.

We found the donated Ford.

And with the current owner's consent,
FSD is processing it as we speak.

No sh*t?

And we hit the jackpot,

'cause nobody ever wiped
the GPS data off the nav.

Guess where Nathan Kim
was the night Ray died.

Colby Canyon?

You love me, right?

-Hang on. I got another call.
-[phone beeps]

-Detective Renée Ballard.
-[Lillian] Jun is gone!

He said one of his teachers
k*lled Ray. Mr. Kim.

I don't know what he's gonna do.

All right, I'm headed there.

-[siren wailing]
-[engine revving]

[police chattering on radio]

[Laffont] Black-and-whites
got here first.

They saw a young, Asian
male barricaded inside.

-They called SWAT.
-sh*t.

[sighs] We gotta move.

Rawls, you're coming with me.
Laffont, Parker, watch the back.

[doorknob rattles]

Rawls, get a crowbar.

-Jun?
-[Jun] Go away!

-[Mr. Kim] Please, do something!
-[Jun] Shut up!

{\an8}Jun, it's Detective Ballard.

{\an8}-[Mr. Kim] Do something.
-Shut up!

Jun, put down the g*n and walk
towards the door. We got this guy.

He k*lled Ray, and
nobody did anything.

Colby Canyon. That's where
you take the smart kids.

Same place you
buried my brother!

[stuttering] I don't know
what you're talking about.

Bullshit! You're lying.

{\an8}Tell him what you did, Nathan.

You're crazy. I
didn't do anything.

{\an8}We have the evidence.
We have your car.

You don't have time.

[shrieks] Okay, okay.

I didn't want to hurt anyone. I... I
just went there that night to scare him.

-You took a g*n!
-g*ns are all he understood.

I didn't go there to k*ll him.

But think about it, how
many kids did I save?

-Shut up.
-[Ballard] Jun?

We have everything we need, Jun.

All right? I told
you I wouldn't quit.

Put the g*n down, all right? Let
us come in there, do our jobs.

We got him.

Put the g*n down.

Come on. Help us.

-[sobs]
-Put it down.

[g*n clatters]

Jun, come to me. Come to
me, come to me. Turn around.

On the ground. On your knees.

[handcuffs clicking]

-[Mr. Kim yelps]
-No!

[both grunt]

[Ted] Don't move! Don't move.

-Stay where you are.
-[officer shouts]

-I got him, I got him, I got him.
-[Ted] Come on! Hands behind your back!

[groans]

-[Mr. Kim whimpers]
-I'm sorry.

[panting] I know.

Spoke to the DA.

I explained to her about Jun, and
she's gonna push for a low term.

His poor mother.

Well, at least she
has answers now.

Sucks it took so long.

Well, that's because the original
investigator was looking for a bad guy

that looked like a bad guy.

Sometimes they
just look like us.

What do you say, you put this one
on the shelf too? The Ibarra case.

Definitely as good as closed.

Oh, um, one sec.

Um, a little more work to do.

You wanna put it up? You went
through hell with this one.

No. That's your case.

[phone buzzing]

Hey, Harry.

They traced another number
from Driscoll's cell phone.

I wanted you to see
it for yourself.

-Kids, where are you going?
-Hey, hey, slowly, slowly.

You gotta be f*cking kidding me.