It’s just another night in South Central. I’m Brian Taylor, LAPD, Newton Division, and this is my partner, Mike Zavala. We’ve been riding together for years—through shootings, fires, and the kind of darkness most people only see on the news. I record it all for a class, but honestly? It’s for us. To remember the moments that matter.

Tonight, we’re on a wellness check. Just a routine call. An elderly woman, alone, hasn’t answered her phone. We knock. No response. I push the door open, and the smell hits me—copper and rot. Inside, there’s heroin stacked like bricks, blood smeared on the walls, and bodies… dismembered. A message is carved into the table: 'End of Watch.'

I look at Mike. He’s pale. 'We need to call this in,' he says. But I know what that means. This isn’t just a crime scene. It’s a warning. And we’re the targets.

My radio crackles. Dispatch has another call—a reckless driver near 83rd. Mike glances at me. 'We still got a job to do, brother.'

Do we walk away and report the cartel hit? Or do we answer the call and risk everything?