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All units, all frequencies, stand by.

Repeat, all units, all frequencies, stand by.

All units stand by.

CHP are in pursuit.

Westbound 210 freeway, approaching Paxton.

Westbound 210 freeway, approaching Paxton.

Sixteen Adam Twelve reports vehicle is in excess of 100 miles an hour.

The vehicle is exiting the freeway at Paxton.

Suspect is wanted for evading.

All units stand by.

Suspect is wanted for evading.

All units stand by.

It has been more than a year since the Rodney King beating.

The twelve jurors in the trial of the four white police officers

have just returned with a verdict

after deliberating for several days.

Right now what's happening is that the four officers

accused of assaulting Rodney King

are on their way to the courthouse here in Simi Valley

along with their lawyers. As soon as they get here,

the judge will call the jury back into the courtroom,

and the clerk will begin to read the verdicts.

We expect it will happen very, very soon.

What's happening on the other side of the courthouse, a large crowd is developing.

These are people who have been monitoring this trial.

They are anxious to find out what the verdict is.

And as soon as it happens, we will bring it to you live.

Reporting live from the Simi Valley courthouse in Ventura County...

There it is. Come on. Come on, hang a U.

Turn around, nigga.

Jack O' Hearts, that's it.

They ain't getting off.

What, the jury don't have fucking eyes, man?

It's Rodney King getting his ass beaten, man.

They are beating the black out of homeboy's ass.

I don't give a fuck, man.

Pull that weed out your mouth, motherfucker. Check this shit out.

I wouldn't give a fuck

if it was motherfucking Martin Luther King got clapped off, nigga.

It don't matter. Ain't no brothers on that jury out there, fucker.

It's Simi Valley. All good decent white folk like yourself, nigga.

That is why they moved the venue. The cops are protected.

It is on videotape. You can't fuck with that.

- If they go down... -They going down.

If they go down, I'll buy you some good old-fashioned black pussy.

If them motherfuckers walk, though, you got to spot me a ho.

And I don't want no white ho, either, nigga. I want a Puerto Rican.

Where you gonna find a Puerto Rican in LA, man?

I'm gonna get you some Mexican shit.

I don't want no clumsy-ass Mexican, nigga.

I want me a bad-ass Puerto Rican bitch.

I don't give a fuck if you got to swim.

Let's shake. It's about that time.

We gonna do this short, simple and clean. You dig?

Detective Keough, if you had a little time machine,

and you could travel back to the day of the shooting,

to the afternoon that you killed Mr. Robertson,

I'd like to hear what you'd do differently.

I wouldn't do anything differently, sir.

He drew down on me, and I did what I was trained to do.

If anything, sir, I really believe that I should have acted quicker.

The last man that Robertson pulled a gun on, he's not with us anymore.

- Thank you, Detective. -Thank you.

I think we've kept Detective Keough here long enough.

Chief Barcomb, I have a few questions for the detective.

Fire away, Chief Holland.

I know it's been a long day.

And I know those chairs aren't well-padded, so I promise to be quick.

Are you okay?

Three weeks in SIS and you have made your first kill.

Would you say you have proven yourself?

Well, respectfully, sir, I think this shooting board has to decide that.

- Do you think it could have been avoided? -No, sir, I don't.

Well, it says here that you and your partner

had Mr. Robertson bumper-locked for two days before the shooting.

Why didn't you bust him for the weapon?

Well, we didn't bust him because we weren't sure he had the weapon.

The informant who told us he was armed is highly unreliable.

Yeah, but you tailed him anyway, to the tune of 680 man hours.

He was on parole. You could have shaken him down,

but instead, you chose to let a two-time felon

stroll around downtown LA with a .357 Magnum stuck in his jeans.

Why? Why?

We didn't bust him because we didn't want to get him

on a bullshit weapons charge.

Thank you, Chief Holland. We have to wrap it up here.

Officer Garcia, would you bring Sergeant Perry in?

Sergeant Perry, we are not quite through beating up on you yet.

I have one final question before we adjourn.

- Time machine, sir? -Yes, the time machine.

Chief, I'd get real pro-active.

If I had a time machine, I think I'd go back a decade

and take out G-Bone, his street name, by the way,

before he killed a man for $10.

The time machine I'm talking about, it doesn't go back that far.

It goes back one week.

To the day that Detective Keough chose in an instant to use deadly force.

Now, what would you change about that day? That day only.

Nothing, sir. It was textbook.

At the end of the day, the bullets were in the bad guys, not us.

We expect department personnel to use deadly force...

Only as a last resort, which in this case it was, sir.

Bobby Keough is a good cop with a lot of potential,

and he dropped a menace to society. It was a good call.

Thank you. Thank you, Sergeant Perry, Detective Keough.

You gentlemen are dismissed.

We will issue our findings at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

These proceedings are closed.

Call me.

It is the second full day of deliberations

in the Rodney King beating trial.

No word on when the jury might reach a decision.

Reporters and photographers and the news media

have been covering this case.

They are sitting around outside in the parking lot of the courthouse,

waiting until we get word that there is a verdict.

Reporting live from the Simi Valley courthouse...

Man, they should have wasted that worthless motherfucker's ass.

- Here. Settle your stomach. -Thanks, Jack.

- So, how did my nephew perform? -Well, he aced it.

Say hello to the department's new poster boy.

No, I'm telling you, I'm going to get suspended.

I'm going to end up being a fucking security guard at Taco Bell.

Bobby, you go down, I go down. I go down, Jack goes down.

And Jack isn't going down. So have some faith in the system, will you?

A man is supposed to be nervous in front of his first shooting board.

Listen, kid, here's my advice, for what it's worth.

- Live with it! -Jesus Christ.

Good hands! Good hands!

I'm never going to live it down, am I?

Don't go getting sad and weepy on us.

One mistake means you're human.

Two mistakes means you're fired.

Holy shit! It's a royal visit.

Look what descended from the sixth floor.

- Hey, Jimmy. -Jack.

- How are you holding up, son? -Oh, I'm good, sir. I'm good.

Jack, you should have seen this kid. He was outstanding.

You ever thought about doing a tour with Public Affairs?

We could use a good-looking son of a bitch like you.

He is a good young cop, Jimmy. And he's mine.

Well, I tried. So, the board voted.

In policy-

- You're off the hook, kid. -There you go!

Congratulations. Have a cigar.

The report will be ready in the morning. You guys can get back into the field.

So, the vote...

- The vote... The vote was four to one. - What?

Oh, come on, who the fuck pissed backwards. Holland?

Affirmation.

I would like to see his bald-headed, black ass

back in a radio car in South Central.

- Hell, we don't need that shit. - No, I just...

He actually said, "Out of policy"?

Holland began contacting outside agencies a month ago.

He is undergoing civil service testing with the City of Cleveland.

He's leaving to run their PD. You didn't hear it from me.

- Didn't hear it from you. - Fuck Holland. Good riddance.

But you watch, you are going to have to pin his stars on another brother

or the community will go apeshit.

Jesus, Eldon, you sound like your old man.

- It's true. - It is not such a bad thing, Jimmy.

Everything I know... His old man.

A toast to Bobby. Right between the eyes.

Well, thank you. Thank you, guys. I mean it.

Thank you for giving me the chance to prove myself in SIS.

- Amen, Bobby. To Jack's squad. -Jack.

Eldon, Jimmy has something to tell you.

You made Lieutenant. You're next on the transfer list.

- Yeah, fuck you too, Jimmy. -No. We're not pulling your dick.

It's about fucking time. It's about fucking time!

All right! Hey! Where's my badge?

The badge ceremony is Wednesday at the Academy.

A dozen lieutenants are being promoted. The biggest in department history.

That is if you think you can make it on time, Mr. Smart-Ass.

I'm going to try to shove it into my busy schedule, Jimmy.

Thanks for dropping by, Jimmy.

Thanks for the cigars, Jimmy.

- Good luck, kid. -Yeah, thank you.

We'll hoist a few next week.

That'd be good, Jack. Any time.

Looking forward to it.

That's our next chief, gentlemen.

That's a scary fucking thought.

I mean, oh, God help us.

I can't stand much more of that dump.

Did you see that drunk tonight trying to paw me?

- No, what drunk? - It doesn't matter what drunk.

What's the matter with you tonight, darling?

That's the third time you tried to tell me something, then stopped.

We shouldn't have any secrets from each other.

You're a fucking alcoholic.

- Thanks. -There's goulash in the Crock-Pot.

I'm not hungry.

I love you. You know I do. I want to marry you,

but not now. Only after we've dated first.

Did you just get home?

Eleven prisoners got early releases. I had to process them out.

Sal, I made lieutenant.

- You're kidding. -Uh-uh.