44 Minutes: The North Hollywood Shoot-Out

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Ninety percent of cops...

go through their entire career|without ever firing their gun.

On that day, there was roughly|1 ,500 rounds fired.

We were armed with pistols.

These guys were slinging|automatic machine guns.

- An AK-47 machine gun...

is a weapon|that was designed for war.

High-velocity rounds|were invented...

to penetrate armour|and kill their target.

Use them in a bank job...

and you've done something that|no one in America has ever done before.

Danger's all around us--|in the streets...

in your car...

maybe even the guy next door.

Come on. Drink, drink, drink, drink.!

- Yeah?|- The music.

- For God's sakes, will you turn it down a bit?|- Um, right.

- You okay?|- Yeah.

Let it go.

- Aw.!

- Turn it back on, man.|-

What'd they say?

Nothin'.

- What's so funny?|- Our life.

Well, Jim, Kelly,|the forecast, plenty

of sunshine with seasonal|temperatures.

Looking for a high|of 7 2 degrees by midday.

Lord, help me to remember|there are many paths and one truth.

Help me to do the right thing|out there.

Wake|up, Larry.

Oh, shit.

Shit, what time is it?

- Let's go. Let's go. It's the morning time.|- Make some coffee.

Unreal.

You know any of'em?

Yeah, Davis.|He was a good man.

We went through|the academy together.

- So, you gonna mail those taxes today?|- Yeah.

- Don't forget to get a return--|- Get a receipt. Right.

Mm.

Be careful.

My father was|my hero and a legend in the LAPD.

He died in his patrol car|of a heart attack.

He was, uh,|he was 62 at the time.

All I ever wanted|was to be just like him.

And my dad was proud.|He loved it when I made SWAT.

Go for a walk?|Wanna go for a walk?

Good boy.|Come on.

Let's go.

See, we're SWAT. That stands for|Special Weapons And Tactics.

And we respond|to any situation.

Regular uniform patrol,|you know...

wouldn't really have the firepower|or the training to handle.

- Police, coming in.!|- Open door!

This way?

- I got point.!|- Let me see your hands.!

- Get down on the ground.!|- Stay with me, Donnie.

- Down, now, down.!|-

- You, get down! Get down!|- Get down, now!

Drop your weapon!|I need a trailer!

I got guns.!|I got guns.!

- Cover him! Shit!|- Donnie, get in here.!

Where the hell were you?

I got multiple suspects here.

Donnie, what the hell|happened in there?

You left me completely|alone.

Yeah, I was there.

Hey, you gotta|take it down a notch, partner.

Don't worry about me, all right?|Wrap this up and get in the car.

You did good.

Good morning, half past the hour...

and it looks like|another beautiful

day in the City|of Angels.

For the latest on your|commute, let's go high

in the sky with our own|Captain Chuck Scott.

Well, Jim, Kelly,|traffic's moving

fairly well for|a getaway Friday.

Couple of trouble spots we'll be|telling you about in our next update.

Right now, clear blue skies,|wind out of the northeast by 1 5.

And we will have a complete|traffic break for you coming up in 1 0.

R.H.D.--|Robbery Homicide Division.

We're the best of the best,|and we get all the high-profile cases.

LA Confidential.

Al Pacino in Heat.

Joe Friday and all that.

The only difference is that, uh...

those guys don't have to juggle|7 5 cases all at once.

Me, I've got to prioritize.

Back in '95, my priority was them.

We had a name for|them. We called

them the High Incident|Bandits.

Chatsworth, two years prior...

these guys decided to make|an early withdrawal.

They kill a guard.

They executed him.|Ambushed him.

Took his head off|with an AK-47.

That kind of firepower|in a bank job is unheard of.

These guys were an anomaly.

I made a promise|to that widow that I wouldn't quit...

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