The Closer s04e10 Episode Script

(GUN FIRING) NARRA TOR: Previously on The Closer.
Oscar! I need you to send units to First and Indiana.
My brother's been shot.
We will find who did this.
This is Ricardo Ramos from the Times.
He's gonna be trailing Priority Homicide's investigation.
Nice to meet you, Chief Johnson.
I take orders from Assistant Chief Will Pope.
And nine times out of ten, decisions he makes anticipate what's going to be splashed across the front page of your paper.
Have you read the Times today? "90% of the time, "Priority Homicide Division is deployed to anticipate media coverage.
" Did you actually say this? PHD handles more white murder victims than Robbery /Homicide, and that has nothing to do with me.
That's how you assign cases.
Priority Homicide has run its course.
It's over.
I'm shutting it down.
Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, Priority Um Major Crimes Division.
Shoot.
Can we start over? BUZZ: I can't.
I'm not allowed to edit any of this, and once it's started Just cut it, then.
Just stop the tape.
I can't.
Once I start recording, I can't stop.
All right then.
Just get the body.
Please? No, no, no.
Let's start over here.
Thank you.
Watch out for the glass.
- BRENDA: And stay there for a second.
- Okay.
Okay, Lieutenant Tao, what happened here? Well, I can't look underneath him, but judging from the damage to the mirror and the size of the spatter and the way the blood has collected on the bed linen, I'm thinking perhaps a shotgun blast to the belly.
Must have been in a lot of pain before he died.
Look at the way he was grabbing at the sheets.
TAO: Hmm.
Why are we always waiting for the coroner's investigator these days? (BRENDA SIGHS) All right, since I can't touch the body, maybe someone could tell me about this gentleman.
Like, his name, for example.
Yeah, the neighbor who called in the shots fired knew him as Darren.
Last name on the mailbox is Melman.
Well, my vast experience as a detective tells me that his name is Darren Melman.
I found these unpaid bills with Melman's name on them.
BRENDA: It doesn't mean he's our victim.
A neighbor said that Melman was some kind of building contractor.
Isn't he a little young to be a contractor? Only have to be 18 in this state.
All right, Sergeant Gabriel, I'd like a photograph.
Please run his name through the DMV.
Also check through the state contractor's licensing board.
And let's find out if he has a police record of any kind.
Also - Next of kin.
I'm on it, Chief.
- Thank you.
Did Mr.
Melman have a roommate? - PROVENZA: Not according to his landlord.
- And what about a girlfriend? Well, would you go out with anybody who kept a place like this? I mean, I would say it was a robbery, but how would you know what was missing? BRENDA: Well, no one stole the computer.
We'll take that with us and dump the phones.
I'm assuming that his cell phone's still on his body, Lieutenant Tao? Maybe.
Chief, there's Velcro on his sleeve.
It's odd.
What is keeping that slowpoke coroner's investigator? My son's sick.
Waiting for my mom to sit with him.
- Hate to leave you hanging.
- I'm so sorry.
Poor thing.
Chief, this was taped to the wall.
And the victim's got a whole notebook with the same drawing.
Double E.
Is that some kind of gang symbol? No.
Well, maybe it's a business logo.
Or an old girlfriend's initials.
TAO: Chief? - DANIELS: Chief? - Hmm.
DANIELS: Not much in the way of personal belongings, but we do have some roofing nails and some plumbing pipe.
That makes sense if he's a contractor.
Also three kinds of ammunition, including rifle bullets.
What would he be hunting in the Hollywood Hills? Not much without rifles, but maybe someone stole his guns.
BRENDA: Sir, I'm gonna need you to get the wallet and the cell phone off the victim, please.
TAO: Chief, I think I see his cell phone's Wait, wait, wait, wait.
- BRENDA: What? - Okay.
The non-concentric abrasions concern me.
But look at this.
- What? - This is not a bullet fragment.
See this oblong piece here? This is shrapnel.
- That says bomb.
Everybody out! - No, no, no.
Hang on.
FLYNN: Sergeant Gabriel, call the bomb squad.
No, delay that order.
I want the computer, and I need the cell phone and the wallet.
- Then we call the bomb squad.
- No way, Chief.
Everybody out now.
- Gabriel, you get her out of here.
- BRENDA: No! - Sorry, Chief! - No! BRENDA: Detective, I am issuing a direct order! Detective! Detective! And my purse! (SCREAMS) Put me down this instant! I mean it.
You had better put me down! My purse! My purse! (POLICE SIREN WAILING) This is ridiculous.
I'm conducting a murder investigation.
Y'all had no right to haul me off like a sack of potatoes! Chief, you get upset with us when we break the rules, you get upset with us when we follow the rules.
If you want to beef us for pulling you out of a bomb scene, be my guest.
(EXASPERATED SIGH) Commander, I want good news.
We've evacuated the building and we're clearing the block so the bomb squad can set up their forward post.
Okay, how soon do I get my crime scene back? - Tao? - Twelve hours, give or take.
- You're joking.
- That's standard protocol, Chief.
But the bomb already went off.
It killed our victim.
There may be more bombs up in that building.
Anyway, it's not really up to us, so I recommend that we let them do their jobs as safely as they can.
All right? Bomb squad already notified FBI and Homeland Security.
(EX CLAIMS) This goes from bad to worse.
I need to see that body.
It is vitally important that I get that computer and that cell phone as soon as possible.
(ELECTRONIC BEEPING) - Here she comes.
- Here who comes? TAO: Babs! Saint Barbara.
Patron saint of all bomb techs.
She's named after her.
State-of-the-art in UGVs.
Unmanned ground vehicles.
Ain't she cool? Does she have a second gear, or is she the slowest robot on Earth? When you're handling bombs, it's not good to rush Babs.
Hey, Provenza.
That robot looks like you running.
You're so full of it, Flynn.
You know that I don't run.
(SANCHEZ LAUGHING) Babs is almost at the front door.
Oh.
For heaven's sakes! Hey, Chief, I have the victim's rap sheet.
Darren Melman, age 19, one juvenile arrest two years ago.
Great, great.
Where and when, please? It doesn't say.
I'll have to pull the report when we get back to Parker Center.
(GROANS) Okay, people, Babs has entered the building.
(PROVENZA SNORING) BABS: Ascending stairs.
TAO: Okay, Babs, watch those stairs.
I know how you are.
Okay, here we go.
You wanna move left into the apartment.
Turning.
Turning.
Turning.
TAO: Right.
Good.
I mean, yeah, left.
Very good.
Okay, now pan right.
Panning.
TAO: Yeah, there you go.
- TAO: Oh, no.
- Oh, my What the hell is she doing in there? Y'all can stop worrying now.
I have the wallet.
Now I just need to get the cell phone.
Don't hurry on my account, Babs.
(GASPS) Bomb.
Help me.
- Get her out of there, now.
Now! - Get her Get Chief Johnson out of there now! Remove the Chief now! BOMB TECH: Go, go, go, go! She could totally blow up.
(SIGHS) I could walk with this, you know.
You have any idea how many rules you broke? I had to get my purse.
And look, I got the wallet.
That'll give us something to do while we wait for the computer and cell phone.
You know, it's just It's just I would really hate to see you get blown up by a pipe bomb just as I've gotten used to you.
Well, I so appreciate the sentiment.
Good.
Driver's license, Darren Melman.
That looks like our victim, so we're on the right guy.
Detective Daniels, here is a receipt from Home Supply Central for $358.
It's organized by UPC codes, so I can find out exactly what he bought.
- Wonderful.
- What's that? You're kidding me.
Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Lieutenant, what just happened? The explosives on Melman were unstable, so they had to be BIP'ed.
- What? - BIP.
Blown in place.
So, where's my victim? My guess is he's probably all over the ceiling.
You blew him up? What about the computer? What about the cell phone? What about Babs? Three boxes of 8-inch galvanized metal pipe, 10 to a box.
FLYNN: Check.
One drill.
Five boxes of light-anywhere matches.
Two 50-pound boxes of roofing nails.
Check.
Check.
Check.
Just the stuff you'd need if you're a building contractor, but add some gunpowder, got yourself a bomb factory.
Wait.
There's one more item from the Home Supply Central receipt, and here it comes.
Four propane tanks.
Detective, no guns? This is everything you pulled from the receipt from his wallet, but it doesn't cover the ammunition we found at his home.
And we still don't know if he has guns to go with it.
I didn't see any propane tanks in Darren Melman's apartment.
Maybe he has a storage unit.
Or he already placed them somewhere and set them to go off.
So, did Melman blow himself up or was he murdered? I don't know.
He could have been killed by a co-conspirator, which is why I wanted that computer so badly and his cell phone.
Chief, Melman's contractor's license was up-to-date, no liens, no lawsuits, no complaints.
But Sergeant Gabriel pulled the juvie arrest record for our human Roman candle.
Go ahead, Sergeant.
Tell her.
(CLEARS THROAT) I pulled the file on the vandalism bust.
And apparently Mr.
Melman broke into his high school, where he Defecated on the principal's desk.
Ew! Which means he's been dropping bombs his whole life.
(CHUCKLING) I said, "Ew," Lieutenant.
"Ew, ew.
" Darren's parents are in the middle of a three-week cruise on the Mediterranean.
- We're trying to contact them now.
- All right, well, maybe they can tell us who his friends are and explain what this symbol means.
TAO: About that double E, I've literally checked every symbol and alphabet database I know.
Satanic, Gothic, pre-Colombian, Celtic, Aryan, a list of initials related to famous criminals, Eastern European serial killers, the LA graffiti index, popular tattoos, Asian calligraphy cults.
You name it, no matches.
I think it's probably something personal.
Chief, a DVD of the store's security cam.
Thank you.
(LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY) You're not gonna believe this.
He left almost a pound.
(ALL LAUGHING) For heaven's sake.
The time and date stamp on the Home Supply Central receipt shows Melman checked out with all the stuff at 10:38 a.
m.
We pulled the footage from a half-hour before and after.
Here he is.
There's Melman.
Buzz, can you read the license plate on that truck? I can blow it up for you.
And he brought a friend.
Well, congratulations, everyone.
We have a conspiracy.
TAO: The truck is registered to Melman.
Yeah, but who's the other little freak? Hang on, hang on.
What's this? Maybe one of them can tell us.
Okay, Buzz, can you freeze that and Make it larger? - I sure can.
- Thank you.
That's Darren Melman.
He comes by Home Supply Central a lot.
I think he's a roofer or something.
- BRENDA: Y'all are good friends? - Not really.
- Well, how do you know him? - We went to high school together.
Oak Valley West.
- Frank.
- What? - What about you? - He's Frank.
I'm Keith.
I got out of Oak Valley a year before Melman.
I knew him, but he wasn't, like, in my fave five.
I don't think Melman even graduated, did he? We heard about what he did in the principal's office.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah? I thought that was just a rumor.
Well, the principal was kind of a turd.
(LAUGHING) Boys, Darren Melman blew himself up this morning with supplies he bought at your store.
- Blew up? - That's right.
You mean, like "exploded" blew up? His insides ripped apart by a homemade pipe bomb packed with gunpowder and nails.
About the other guy in the video, helping put stuff in the truck, you guys know his name? Y'all seem pretty chummy here in the security video.
- His name's Joe.
- No.
John something.
John.
Right.
He was younger.
Probably a senior at Oak Valley by now.
And this John and Darren Melman, were they good friends? We didn't really know him that well.
Did John blow himself up, too? Not if I can help it.
Two boys go out and buy and build a small arsenal.
One of them blows himself up.
The other, John somebody from the videotape, is still very much at large and might be about to use all the weapons we can't account for.
And, sir, both of these boys went to the same high school.
Which we now have very good reason to evacuate.
Commander? I'll alert LA Unified Police.
Call it an earthquake drill.
If the school is the target, I don't want this kid to know we're on to him.
Let's make sure LAFD has two engine companies standing by, and I want every officer with a picture of this John what's-his-name.
Nobody gets off the grounds until we check every face.
Go over every inch of that school.
(WHIRRING) (BEEPING) PRINCIPAL: I've been principal here for going on 20 years.
I always know the bad kids.
And Darren Melman was a troublemaker.
But John McFadden, the boy you're after, he's never been a problem.
BABS: Turning.
Is that gonna blow something up? Babs is a "she.
" And no, sir.
I think she'll use a water cannon to open up that locker.
When you're dealing with homemade pipe bombs, you can't be too cautious.
(SIGHS) And Johnny's parents are good people too.
Very involved.
Prepare to fire.
BOMB TECH: Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole! Sir, let's go over here, please, just to be safe.
Might want to cover your ears.
Fire.
Good job, Babs.
Sir, Darren Melman had this drawn all over his apartment and tattooed on his body.
It must have meant something to him and clearly to John McFadden, as well.
Do you have any idea what it might mean? No, I'm sorry.
I really wish I knew.
Excuse me.
Chief, John McFadden is nowhere on campus, and according to his teacher, he went home sick after first period.
Thank you so much.
- Yeah, thank you.
- Thank you.
Okay.
We're gonna end up evacuating this whole city.
So, all the neighbors are being told there's a gas leak.
And so far, everyone's going quietly.
No sirens, no broadcasting, no commotion.
Was that made clear? - Yes, ma'am.
- Okay.
Sergeant, take off your sunglasses.
Just try and look less like a cop.
- Mrs.
McFadden? - Yes.
I'm Miss Johnson from Oak Valley West High School, and this is Mr.
Gabriel.
You can call me David.
Or Mr.
G.
, actually.
That's what the kids call me.
It's hipper.
Oh.
Johnny never mentioned you.
What class do you teach? Chemistry.
And we know that Johnny's got an awfully big test tomorrow, and we just want to make sure that he has all the material.
Oh.
Wow, that is so nice of you.
Please come in.
- Thank you.
- I should have called the school.
Johnny came home early with an upset stomach.
I'll just go check and make sure he's up.
Johnny? - Lovely home you have, Mrs.
McFadden.
- Well, thank you.
- Johnny? - JOHN: Yeah.
Got some people here to see you.
(POLICE SIREN WAILS) MRS.
MCFADDEN: Johnny? Wait, what are you What are you people doing? What? Johnny, are you okay? - Please, stop it! Who are you? - It's locked.
Johnny? Oh, my God! Could you What are you - Show me your hands! - Yeah.
Show me your hands! Don't move! Hands behind your back! - Yeah, you got me.
- What's happening? Honey? Please, who are you people? What is going on? Ma'am, calm down.
We're the LAPD.
- MRS.
MCFADDEN: Please - Calm down.
- Chief.
Chief.
- Oh, my God.
Johnny, are you okay? Tell me what is going on here.
Ma'am, we're bringing your son downtown.
You can come with us if you like.
This way, please.
GABRIEL: Let's go.
- Is the neighborhood totally evacuated? - Everyone within a 10-block radius.
Do you want to call in the bomb squad? Have you found any bombs yet? - No.
- All right, then.
Hey, Chief, looks like Melman and Johnny boy were planning Armageddon.
- Got bulletproof vests.
- TAO: We got guns.
- Got big guns.
- Ammo.
And propane tanks.
BRENDA: (SIGHS) So much for involved parents.
Chief, there must be over a dozen pipe bombs in here.
Okay, now these are bombs! Everybody out! Everybody out! Everybody out! Quickly! Come on! And somebody call Babs! Okay.
Still haven't found anything at the school.
And John McFadden's old man is on his way over here from work demanding an attorney for his boy.
His boy is 18 years old and can ask for an attorney for himself.
And if dad gives you any trouble, you can arrest him for storing bombs and illegal weapons in his garage.
Yeah, well, Mrs.
McFadden said they had "no idea" little Johnny was doing that back there.
Yeah, I'll tack on a charge of felony stupidity.
BRENDA: Lieutenant, have you reminded Mr.
McFadden of his rights? TAO: Sure have.
BRENDA: Mr.
McFadden You mind if I call you John? I've been called worse.
Oh, yeah? What have people been calling you? BRENDA: You went home sick from school today.
Glad to see you got your appetite back.
This kid is blissed out.
Did anybody check him for drugs? Well, you know how it goes in booking.
Every suspect we bring in, we say, "Are you on anything?" Every suspect says, "No.
" Sure we can't get you anything else to eat? You're a chocolate person.
So am I.
Mmm.
Wow.
We should, like, get married or something.
Mmm.
Well, we have to get to know each other a little bit first.
For example, you had a pretty serious arsenal at your house.
Pipe bombs, propane tanks, bullets, fuses, nails, automatic weapons.
Where'd you learn about all this? Not in school.
I take it you don't like school? No, I love it.
My favorite.
If you don't want to tell me what you were up to, maybe your parents will, when we arrest them.
I mean, it was their garage, after all.
My parents aren't smart enough to understand what I'm doing.
What about your friend Darren Melman? I don't know who that is.
We have video of both of you buying your bomb-making materials at Home Supply Central.
Like you, he had this tattooed on his arm.
Or at least he did until this morning when he exploded all over his apartment.
- Melman was supposed to die anyway.
- Why's that? We could wait here all day.
No, we can't.
You're running out of time.
I don't think I understand.
Who's running out of time? It's natural selection.
Read your Darwin.
Educate me.
What does it say? (CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY) - Are you guys recording this? - Yes, we are.
Okay, check it out.
The human race is an infestation on this planet.
chewing up and spitting out resources, choking on their own vomit.
You know what the logical end of this behavior is? Extinction.
- And what's your role in all this? - Mine? I am an agent of extinction.
I am evolution's end.
The double E.
Is that what this symbol means? Evolution's end? You will learn about evolution's end as you line up to die.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) I'm not afraid of death.
I used to be, but not anymore.
See, I didn't create I didn't create this bullshit world.
I just want to do as much damage as I can before I go.
These are pretty big evolutionary ideas, John.
Radical.
But not without merit.
And people need to hear about them.
But I don't think most everyone will understand what all this means unless you explain it to them.
What don't you understand? Well, for example, how you're planning on setting off the propane tanks.
It's easy, you just aim them and shoot.
Boom! (MIMICS AN EXPLOSION) So that's evolution's end? You and Darren Melman - killing some kids at school? - No, no, no, no.
You keep on reducing this to some minuscule high-school shooting, but it's so much more than that.
I'm talking about setting the record.
Killing the most people ever.
It's about inspiring others.
Columbine was a great idea.
But they just didn't execute it right.
We will.
And people will remember us as they line up to die.
No one is going to die, John.
Darren Melman is dead, and you're in custody.
Your plan is over.
Extinct! Now, the bad news is that you were caught with a lot of bombs and guns, but the good news is that you haven't killed anyone yet.
So all you have to do is tell us what you and Darren Melman were planning, and I'll get you some help.
I already told you.
And now you're running out of time.
Time to do what? Have you planted a bomb? - What were we talking about? - Is there a bomb somewhere? On a timer? No, it's natural selection.
Read your Darwin.
Okay, John, you already said that.
I want you to listen to me.
I want you to focus! Where are the bombs? You're running out of time.
BRENDA: Are you on drugs? Look at me! (PANTING) TAO: John? Don't go anywhere, John! Stay with me, John! John! John! Mrs.
McFadden, is your son taking any prescription drugs? Yes.
He's clinically depressed.
Why? Okay, what drugs is he on? - Is he okay? - What is he taking? Some sort of MAO inhibitor.
I can't remember the name.
- Is Johnny all right? - Chief, something's happening here.
MRS.
MCFADDEN: What's going on? Where is he? John! Come on, John! Come on, John! He had a seizure and just dropped.
Come on, stay with us, John! - Stay with me! - BRENDA: Oh, God.
- Wake up! Come on, John! - BRENDA: John? I have the defibrillator.
Here we go.
GABRIEL: Come on, buddy, stay with us.
Stay with us, Johnny.
Come on, buddy.
BRENDA: Okay.
GABRIEL: Clear.
Check his pulse, check his pulse.
- TAO: Nothing.
- Nothing.
GABRIEL: Clear.
Come on, Johnny.
Stay with us, Johnny.
Come on.
Clear.
TAYLOR: Well, it didn't take long.
The McFaddens' attorney is accusing us of killing their son while in custody.
I'm moving the autopsy to the top of the line.
BRENDA: And the coroner will only tell them what we already know, that their son overdosed on an MAO inhibitor that turns lethal when mixed with chocolate.
He blew himself up, just like his friend.
The drug was the explosive.
The chocolate was the detonator.
But did he leave another bomb somewhere with another detonator? Do we have all the guns? Where did they come from? Okay, it's a total A total long shot, but there is a sporting goods store at the shopping mall where the kids bought the bomb-making materials.
We could check their receipts, I don't know.
See if the kids have a record of purchasing weapons there.
Haven't found a thing at the school, and we've torn that apart.
(SIGHS) Fritz.
Thank you so much.
My clothes.
Okay, but John mentioned Columbine for a reason.
It must have been part of their plan.
The Columbine plan didn't work.
(SCOFFING) Really? How so? The shooters planted propane tanks inside the school.
The plan was to blow up the tanks and force the survivors outside where they could be picked off by rifle fire.
When the tanks didn't explode, the shooters went inside the school.
All I'm saying is, as horrible as it was, the original plan didn't work.
If it had, it could have been even worse.
Morning, everyone.
Congratulations.
What for? For preventing what could have been a horrible massacre at a public high school.
I'm headed there now for a press conference.
Wait, wait, wait.
I think it's much too early to say for certain that the threat is over.
- Why? - Because we found more propane tanks than we have receipts for, and we don't know how many guns these boys had to begin with.
And, "You're running out of time.
" That's what John McFadden kept saying before he died.
"You're running out of time.
" And I never found out what he meant.
Well, sure you did.
He'd taken a lethal dose of his medication.
He was minutes from lapsing into cardiac arrest and he knew it.
- But what if that's not what he meant? - Okay, so to be clear, you're basing your misgivings about the success of this investigation on the fact that you have too much evidence and on the testimony of a clinically depressed kid in a drug-induced delirium.
Sir, I think what Chief Johnson is saying is that she'd like more time to tie up some loose ends before we go to press.
And all I'm asking is, what loose ends? Like how and where they purchased their guns, and where they got their ammunition Okay, I'm not saying stop investigating.
Start your after-action report right now.
(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION) And listen.
I know.
It's been a rough couple of days.
Two young men died.
One of them died right here in this building.
But whatever these boys were planning, you stopped them.
Which is why I need to do this press conference.
We've all taken a few on the chin from the media around here recently.
And for once, I get to talk about something we did right.
Our new Major Crimes Division is working! Thank God.
At the end of the day, this is a big win for us.
So, congratulations.
(SIGHS) (CHUCKLING) Flynn, check this out.
You could fit a whole person in this thing.
Yeah, remind me not to come to your house for a barbecue.
- Yeah, like I'd invite you.
- Like you could cook.
Oh, yeah.
So could you use the computer to pull up any receipts from Darren Melman, going back about three months? Yeah.
I could do that.
You could? That's great.
Thanks, Keith.
And if I gave you credit card numbers for John McFadden and his parents, could you pull up receipts for them during the same time period? Uh-huh.
Just let me get the key from my manager.
That's great.
Just got to get the key.
- Are you bored? - Actually, I'm thinking about wallpaper.
Things are bad enough without shopping.
You guys sure the propane tanks you found were from our store? You know, we're not.
Actually, we're just trying to account for everything.
Would you know if any tanks were stolen from here? I could tell you pretty fast if they were.
Our system keeps track of every item in stock.
- Do you want me to go check? - Could you? - I'd really appreciate that.
- No prob.
And, Frank, I believe that there's a sporting goods store in the mall that sells guns.
Can you tell me where that might be? Yeah.
Go into the mall, then up the broken escalator.
Stay right.
You can't miss it.
Thank you.
Stay right, stay right.
(GROANS) So stay to the right.
- This is why I hate shopping malls.
- Look, here's the directory.
Okay.
"You are here.
" That much we know.
And the sporting goods store is over there.
- Okay.
- I also think there's a place here to get wallpaper.
So if you don't mind, I'm gonna Oh, my What? The school's not the target.
We're in the target.
Chief, the SWAT team is setting up fast as they can.
We should hear helicopters in less than ten minutes.
We may not have ten minutes, Lieutenant.
Move the rollout along, please.
Chief, Keith says that the propane tanks are kept in a locked cage behind the store, and that Frank's the only one with the key.
He didn't tell me that.
Let me see your arms now! Have you ever seen this? Yeah, man.
Frank's got that tattooed on his arm.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Look at this.
Melman, McFadden, and this other kid, Frank, right? Three kids, three stars.
Maybe these points show us where each kid was gonna position himself.
And the propane tanks were arranged so that when they were shot and exploded, it would push the people out the exits.
All right, and if Frank is still here and sticking to the plan at all, maybe we find him at one of these three points, no? High ground.
Or the roof.
But if the propane tanks aren't exploding, how is he gonna get people to run out of here? - GABRIEL: Do we evacuate? - No, no, no, no.
Let's all spread out and start looking for Frank.
(CELL PHONE RINGING) Yes, hello? Why did you pull the bomb squad from the school? And then you've asked for all available units and air support? The school is not the target.
It's the mall.
And there's a third boy involved.
- Are you sure? - He could start shooting at any time and I don't know where he is or if we found everything - they were planning to detonate.
- Chief? Chief.
What's happening? Brenda? I can't talk now.
Just send help.
- How do you get to the roof? - There and there.
Okay, Lieutenant Provenza and Detective Sanchez, you go that way.
- I'm coming with you.
- Fine.
Lieutenant Flynn and Sergeant Gabriel, you come with us.
We'll split up on the roof and surround him.
(ALARM RINGING) He's starting.
Lieutenant Tao, Detective Daniels, keep people inside.
DANIELS: Everyone, stay away from the door.
Sir, step in.
This is only a drill! I'm gonna ask you to stay back 'cause this is just a drill.
- I need you to go back in the mall, please.
- Sir, get back here.
Now! (SCREAMING) (EXPLODING) (GUNSHOTS) (PEOPLE SCREAMING) Get her out of here! (WOMAN SCREAMING) Son of a bitch! (PANTING) - Are you okay, sir? - I'm fine, I'm fine.
Check your guns.
Check your extra mags.
- You ready? - Yeah.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
- Good luck.
(GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) Bastard! - (WHISPERING) Okay.
- (WHISPERING) Right here.
(WHISPERING) Okay.
(GUNSHOTS) (GUNSHOTS) (WHISPERING) Be careful.
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING) (HELICOPTER APPROACHING) (SANCHEZ SCREAMS) (SANCHEZ GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (SANCHEZ SCREAMING) Julio! (SCREAMING) My back! My back.
(GUNSHOTS) (MACHINE GUN FIRING) He's got body armor! He's not going down! (GRUNTING IN PAIN) (FRANK SCREAMING) - GABRIEL: (GRUNTING) You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- I'm okay.
- I'm okay.
You okay? Okay, good.
Head shots! Head shots! - I only got one mag.
- Shoot slow.
Shoot the bag! Shoot the bag! (BRENDA GRUNTS) He took three hits.
Probably a collapsed lung.
Now, you get him to the nearest trauma center.
Losing blood fast! Get him in! Get him in now, get him in.
Get him in.
FLYNN: You'll be okay, kid.
PROVENZA: Okay, let's go! (SANCHEZ GRUNTS) I'm going with him.
- Sir.
Sir - Take it easy, Julio.
Take it easy.
- Sir.
- What is it, son? - You ran.
- What? - You ran! - Okay.
You never run! (GRUNTING IN PAIN) Go.
Go, go.
Let's go.
(GASPING IN PAIN) Detective Sanchez, listen to me.
I'm issuing you a direct order.
Keep breathing! Do you hear me? Keep breathing! (PANTING) (GRUNTING) English-SDH