. >> mrs. torrez >> i'm sorry, i have to go. >> mrs. torrez, how are you holding up? >> i'm fine, thank you. >> how's mr. torrez >> he's doing his best, still trying to raise bail. >> first they murder and then on the very same day. >> that was no accident. my husband shot that poor boy down in cold blood when he bought that gun he carried it with him everywhere hoping something would happen. he had so much rage. now he just sits there and barely speaks. he knew that boy. the one they call ill, he knew him since he was a small boy. but it was dark and all he could see was someone coming through the window. why must there be so many guns? >> i don't know. i don't know. >> and then those boys, paul, the one they call pratt, falling to his death from a freeway overpass. what was he doing out there so late at night. >> the kid was climbing up the freeway sign to tag it and lost his footing. they said he was hit by two cars. >> does life mean nothing any more? what can be done? (music). >> all right, listen up. this ain't kid stuff any more. this is war. everybody attack,