Casefile Archives 11: North Hollywood Shootout

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the show has today. Where appropriate, updates have been added, but the core structure remains faithful to the originals. Because of this, these episodes may sound a little different to our recent work. Today's re-release is the North Hollywood Shooter, originally aired as Case 18 on May 8, 2016.

“I still remember sitting on the floor of my childhood lounge room, glued to the TV as”

footage of this shootout played on the evening news. Even in the days before the 24-hour news cycle, social media and the kind of instant global

coverage we see today, it was major news here on the other side of the world, and those

images are still burned in my mind nearly 30 years later. Now here is Case 18 from Case 18 by Archives, the North Hollywood Shooter. Our episodes deal with serious and often distressing incidents. If you feel at any time you need support, please contact your local Crisis Center. For suggested phone numbers for confidential support and for a more detailed list of content

warnings, please see the show notes for this episode on your app or on our website. Case file would like to acknowledge North Hollywood Shooter.net, a website dedicated exclusively

“to this case, which offers the most comprehensive and factual account you will find online.”

This episode could not have been created without the use of that resource. If you would like to know more, check out North Hollywood Shooter.net for images, timelines, original newspaper articles, detailed analysis, and much more. February 28th, 1997, was a regular Friday for Los Angeles Police Officers Lauren Farrell and Martin Perello as they made their way down Laurel Canyon Boulevard in North Hollywood.

But as they drove their patrol car past the Bank of America branch at the intersection of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Archwood Street, they noticed something out of the ordinary. Two large figures were entering the bank. Both were dressed in black and wearing ski masks. Most alarmingly, both were carrying automatic rifles.

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“Before we get to the bank, we go back to 1967.”

Larry Phillips, senior, was just one year out of high school when he was sent a jail for what some reports claimed to be grave desecration. He was apparently involved in a drunken prank where he tried to dig up a grave and remove the head of a corpse. Larry's senior was paralled in January 1968,

but just three months later he was sent back to jail for robbing a gas station. He spent three months behind bars before being transferred to a state run psychiatric facility in Colorado. The reason for his transfer is unknown, but ten months later on April 18, 1969, Larry senior escaped.

A warrant was immediately issued for his arrest,

but in the meantime he picked up his girlfriend, Dorothy Clay,

who reportedly had a criminal record of her own and had also spent time in jail. The couple went on the run using numerous aliases to successfully avoid detection for the next few years.

“Very little is known about what happened to them during this time,”

but at some point, Larry Phillips senior and Dorothy Clay made their way to California. And it was at the California hospital in Los Angeles on September 20, 1970, that Larry Phillips' junior was born. However, it would be many years until he would be known by this name. Given that his parents were still on the run,

they used fake names and addresses when registering Larry Junior's birth, listing him on his birth certificate as Larry Eugene Warfell. By September 22, 1976, Dorothy and Larry Junior were living in a small town near Denver, Colorado. Although Larry Senior was no longer living with them, he came over to celebrate Larry Junior's sixth birthday.

Shortly after he arrived, seven FBI agents stormed through the house and placed him under arrest. It's unknown who tipped them off, but he was sent back to jail to serve the rest of his sentence for the gas station robbery after seven years on the run.

“No doubt that was an experienced Larry Junior would not forget.”

In the years that followed Larry Phillips' senior and Dorothy Clay divorced, but during his sporadic visits with his son, Larry Senior passed on his anti-police and anti-establishment views. By 1986, Dorothy decided to move to Los Angeles. 16-year-old Larry Junior went with her,

having already quit high school in the ninth grade. He had developed a love of bodybuilding, and as soon as he got to California, he bought a five-year membership to the World Famous Golds Gym and Venice Beach. Like so many before him,

Larry Junior had plans to make it big. He wanted to be the next Arnold Schwarzenegger. Golds Gym was a two-hour trip from where Larry Junior was living, but he remained committed. It was only after a few years that he realized he wasn't going to make it

as a professional bodybuilder, and he led his gym membership expire. Looking for other avenues to find his fortune, in 1990, Larry Junior looked to cash in on Los Angeles's booming property market. To receive his real estate license,

he had to undergo a background check. He provided a fingerprint,

which revealed his first and only arrest in 1989

for shoplifting $400 worth of clothes. With these bodybuilding dreams shattered, and his chance to real estate success taken away due to his criminal record, Larry Junior became down and out.

Instead of taking responsibility for resign actions, he blamed everybody else and started to resent society and its rules. Larry Junior moved back to Denver with his high school sweetheart turned wife, Sharon, and their two children. Determined to strike at Rich, Larry came up with a new plan.

In 1992, he contacted local real estate agents pretending to be a prospective buyer. When the agents took him to inspect a house, he watched as they accessed the lockbox which contained the keys to the house,

and he memorized the combination. Using a fake name, Larry then placed ads in the local paper claiming to have several rental properties available. He took prospective tenants to inspect the properties, claiming they had just been sold,

and that the new owners wanted to rent them out as soon as possible. Larry would then accept a down payment for rent and security deposits.

The scam didn't last long.

Larry Phillips Junior was soon arrested,

“but released pending a sentencing hearing in which he faced”

a possible two years in Denver County jail whilst also participating in a work release program. In the lead-up to the hearing, Larry walked out on Sharon

and their two kids, and they never saw him again.

When the day of his sentencing hearing came on March 26, 1993, Larry was nowhere to be seen. I warrant for his arrest was issued immediately, but, like his father before him, it appeared that Larry Junior had gone on the run.

Back in 1989, while working out at Gold's gym in Venice Beach, Larry Phillips Junior had made a friend. Born on July 19, 1966, a meal met a Serrano was a Romanian immigrant who had moved to the USA at the age of 11.

While he was the victim of bullying during his years at Pasadena High School, a meal went on to complete a three-year

“electronic engineering degree at university.”

He opened his own computer business in 1988,

but it failed to get off the ground. He got married and had a son, but the marriage didn't last either. Little and Larry Junior had bonded over their shared interest in bodybuilding. A meal was also passionate about firearms.

After Larry fled from his charges in Colorado, he returned to Los Angeles and walked back up with his buddy. Both fresh off their failed endeavors, they started discussing ways they could make it rich. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that Larry tried to work out

how a meal could help make him rich. Larry had big dreams of living an extravagant lifestyle. He sometimes drove to affluent neighborhoods and parked outside of houses he liked to pitch to himself living in. He didn't bring anyone into his inner circle,

“unless he thought he could use them to his advantage.”

He was the type who tried to break others down, just so he could build them back up, and then control them. Larry was the manipulator, while a meal was more the follower.

He did whatever Larry wanted.

On July 20, 1993, the pair successfully committed their first robbery,

ambushing an armored car outside a branch of first bank in Littleton, Colorado. The police were unable to identify any suspects and the pair got away with it. Three months later, on October 29, 1993, Larry and a meal was the same.

Later, on October 29, 1993, Larry and a meal were driving through Glendale, California, when they were pulled over by Sergeant Ian Grimes. Larry was driving and a meal was in the front passenger seat. When questioned, Larry said he had left his license at home

and he gave a false name. Sergeant Grimes then asked whose car it was to which a meal replied it was Larry's mother's car. Sergeant Grimes had already done a check, and he knew the car was actually an airport rental.

He asked Larry to step out of the vehicle and then pat it him down, finding a clock pistol with an extended 33 round magazine. A loud thud then came from inside the car. It was the sound of a meal

dropping his own pistol underneath the passenger seat. Sergeant Grimes called for assistance and covered Larry and a meal until back up. A subsequent search of the car uncovered a semi-automatic rifle and a Springfield pistol belonging to Larry,

as well as a semi-automatic rifle and a cult pistol belonging to a meal. Police also found 1649 rounds of 39mm ammo. 967 rounds of 9mm ammo. 357 rounds of 45mm ammo.

6 smoke bombs, two improvised explosive devices, one gas mask, two sets of body armour, two police scanners, sunglasses, gloves, wigs, ski masks, and a stopwatch, two spray cans of hair color, three different sets of California license plates,

and a $1,620 in cash. The police were convinced that the vehicle was in the car cash. The police were convinced that they had just stopped a bank robbery from happening,

and given what was the come, they were quite obviously right. Larry Phillips, Jr., and a meal met a saranu were taken to the Glendale police station, where they were both charged with conspiracy to commit robbery and unlawful weapons activity. Larry was also charged with grant theft order

Carrying a loaded concealed firearm and felony perjury

while a meal was charged with carrying a loaded firearm in a vehicle.

“At their preliminary hearing, the grant theft order”

and the perjury charges against the Larry were dropped, but the two men still faced eight years jail on the remaining charges. The problem was, neither Larry nor a meal said a word, and the police had no other information to go on. Despite the arsenal and disguises they were found with,

it was difficult to prove they were going to commit a robbery. At their arrangement, Larry and a meal claimed the disguises were for an upcoming Halloween party. As for the weapons and ammo, they said they were headed to a shooting range.

In exchange for early guilty pleas,

the district attorney dropped the conspiracy to commit robbery charges, and allowed Larry and a meal to plead to much lesser offenses.

“On December 27, 1993, Larry was sentenced to 99 days in jail,”

while a meal was sentenced to 71 days, and both were given three years probation. Both men were released immediately due to time already served. Larry was still wanted in Denver on the rental property scam, but for unknown reasons,

then for authorities didn't pursue him. Without being extradited back to Colorado to face punishment, he was essentially a free man.

Just under a year and a half after Larry Phillips,

Jr. and a meal met a saranu were released on June 14, 1995, a 52-year-old security guard named Herman Cook was doing his rounds as an armored car guard for a cash-handling company called Brinks.

“It was Herman's job to drop off and pick up cash for various banks.”

At around 12.25 pm, he had just made a drop off at the Bank of America branch on Roscoe Boulevard in the quiet Los Angeles neighborhood of Weneca. Herman was walking back to the armored car with an empty money bag when gunshots suddenly rang out.

Larry Phillips' junior and a meal met a saranu were firing high-powered rifles from behind a wall in an adjacent parking lot. Herman was shot multiple times. He staggered to the front of the car and collapsed. Herman's partner, Fully Beck, or Tez, was in the armored car at the time.

A meal opened fire on the vehicle while Larry made the approach. Fully Beck managed to take out his own firearm and shoot one of the offenders, but they only staggered, indicating they were wearing body armour. Larry reached into the car and grabbed a bag of money. The two men then escaped,

making off with around $122,000. Fully Beck was shot in the attack, but survived. Herman wasn't so lucky. He died from the gunshot wounds. After that, Larry and a meal decided to change tactics.

Ten and a half months later, at 10 a.m. on May 2, 1996, they burst through the doors of the Bank of America branch on Woodman Avenue in the Los Angeles neighborhood of Weneca. Both armed with automatic rifles, they yelled at everyone in the bank to get on the fucking floor.

A meal then started shooting through the armored teller door. Due to the type of weapon and caliber of bullet, the door opened easily. A meal forced the manager to open the vault, and then started filling up a large bag with cash. Larry remained in the main area of the bank, keeping an eye on the customers and other staff members.

In just six minutes, they managed to get away with $755,000. 29 days later, at 10 a.m. on May 31, 1996, Larry and a meal burst through the doors of the Bank of America on Roscoe Boulevard in Weneca. It was the same branch they had targeted almost a year earlier

when killing Brink's security guard Herman Cook. Again, the two men yelled at everybody to get down. A meal shot his way through the teller door, striking two bank employees with ricochets in the process. A meal grabbed the manager, forced her to open the vault,

and screamed at her to fill up his bag. When he saw how much money was in the vault, he became agitated. Where's the rest of it? He screamed before threatening to kill the manager.

A meal was expecting a much larger amount.

He and Larry had done surveillance on the bank and saw

“what they thought to be a cash delivery from an armored car.”

But what they had actually seen was a cash pick-up. Despite being disappointed in the hall, they still managed to escape with over $794,000, though there were several marked bills amongst it. The two employees who were struck by ricochets survived. A meal until Larry got lucky that day.

One of the tellers had managed to hit the silent alarm before diving under the floor, but the police were thin on the ground, and it took them much longer than usual to respond to the alarm.

Larry and a meal had been in the bank for close to eight minutes.

On a typical day, the police would have been able to respond within this time frame, and it was likely they would have been caught.

“The police had no suspects for the robberies at the time,”

but they did give the unknown criminals a title. The higher incident bandits. It would be nine months before they struck again. Branch 384 of the Bank of America is located at 6600 to Laurel Canyon Boulevard in North Hollywood.

Larry and a meal had studied the bank closely.

They learned its layout, observed Armacar drop-off since pick-ups,

and carefully formulated a plan. At around 9.15 on the morning of Friday, February 28th, in 1997, a meal drove a white 1987 Chevrolet celebrity sedan with blackened out windows into the northern parking lot of the bank, via Rarchwood Street.

The pair weren't mucking around.

“To protect himself, Larry wore a Kevlar body arm-a-vest,”

a growing protector, and makes shift armor for his shins, thighs, and forearms that he crafted out of additional vests. All up, the body armor weighed around 43 pounds, or 20 kilos. Larry also wore a load-bearing vest that contained ammunition pouches, as well as a belt that contained several cantine pouches filled with ammunition

drums for the automatic rifles. He also carried a pistol in a shoulder holster. Over his armor, Larry was dressed in long black pants, a long-sleeved shirt, and black jacket. He wore black gloves, with a watch face glued to the back of the left one.

A meal was similarly dressed, right down to the glued-on watch face on the back of his glove. However, he wasn't wearing quite as much body armor as Larry, with these legs and arms, unprotected. Given their shared interest in body building, both men were largely built. As if they didn't already look intimidating enough,

they topped things off by wearing black ski masks. Between the pair, they had three AK-47-style fully automatic assault rifles with 100 round ammo drums, as well as two other assault rifles, which had been illegally modified to fire fully automatic. Two 9mm handguns, a 38 caliber revolver,

close to 3000 rounds of ammo, including armour piercing rounds. These were weapons that were designed for war. By listening to police radios, Larry and Emil had learned that the average response time for police was eight minutes. At 9.17am, they set their watches for eight minutes,

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The northern doorway to the bank was about 32 feet

from where the men had parked.

“They each grabbed an AK-47 and a handgun,”

leaving the other assault rifles in the Chevrolet, along with a police radio, and ran for the door. At that very moment, a Los Angeles police department patrol vehicle, occupied by officers Lauren Farrell and Martin Parello, was driving down Laurel Canyon Boulevard on a routine patrol.

By pure luck, the officers were in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time, depending on which way you look at it.

After seeing Larry and Emil, the officers swung the police car

into the southern parking lot of the Bank of America and took up positions behind their patrol car.

“Officer Farrell then made the first broadcast.”

At the northern entrance of the bank, was a FOIA containing three ATMs. At the northern entrance of the bank, was a FOIA containing three ATMs. At customer was using one of the ATMs when he felt somebody approach him from behind. Turning around, he got quite the shock when he saw Larry and Emil. Larry ordered, "Okay, motherfucker, let's go."

Not about to argue, the customer did as he was told

and walked into the bank with the two men. Upon their entrance, Emil started firing his rifle into the bank. Knowing his rifle into the roof, yelling, "Everyone down." This is a fucking hold-up, Larry declared. Everyone down, motherfuckers.

“There were about 30 customers in the bank at the time,”

including five of whom were in the safety deposit box room. Everybody complied. Although one of the tellers was able to hit the hold-up alarm before diving to the floor. "You're so similar, so similar to that." "This is for you in the bank, you know, it's the bank."

The suspects are inside of the bank. If they kill us in the private rescue side of the bank, or America, there's a large portion of us. We're all carrying large of kids with the suspects inside of the bank. Like in the previous bank robberies, Emil approached the teller door

and shot his way through it. The door was bullet resistant and designed to stop any pistol round, but it was no match for Emil's high-powered automatic assault rifle. Once he got through the door, Emil yelled, "Get the money, or we will kill you." Joe Villagrana, the branches assistant manager, got up and made himself known.

Emil aimed to the rifle at him and told him to open the vault. As they made their way there, Emil struck Joe in the back of the head with the rifle. When they passed to the safety deposit box room, Emil shot more rounds into the roof and screamed at the people inside to get out. Larry remained in the lobby, keeping control of the customers and other employees.

Meanwhile, Office of Farrow kept the radio transmissions coming, telling the other police where he wanted everyone set up. "I'm going to watch you on the north side, and I'm on the south side, and I want you to do it on the south side, and I want you to do it on the south side, and at the south side, you're at the north side." 15th of an energy-spawning car 3-0, can you note the pit road 15-83, watch the unit on the north side, on the south side, and on the rear. The next offices to arrive on scene were detectives Tracy Angeles and William Krulek.

At 9-19am, they pulled into a parking lot opposite the bank's entrance on the western side. Sergeant Larry Haines was next on scene. He blocked off the intersection of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Archwood Street, which was north of the bank. This gave him a view of the door that Larry and Emil had entered through. To the best of their knowledge, the offenders had no idea they were outside at this time.

There were a few civilian witnesses hanging outside the bank, and they each approached Sergeant Haines to report what they'd witnessed. "It's not the point if I ever have two witnesses over here, say they're possibly two or three suspects, and they're probably two or three suspects, four or four and seven to one. See if they have two dark buildings."

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Less than 30 seconds later, seemingly now realizing that the police were there, Larry exited the bank through the North and Lobby.

Sergeant Haines released another broadcast.

“"It's been a month and I think someone just came out of here, I'm going to think about it."”

"Well, I'm not sure if it has accidentally bank." Outside, Larry casually looked around and surveyed the scene. He didn't look concerned at all. From his position, it's likely he would have only been able to see Sergeant Haines patrol car, so it might not have looked to that bad. After having a look around, Larry turned around and calmly walked back inside the bank.

Shortly after this, Officer Martin Whitfield arrived and parked next to Sergeant Haines. Meanwhile, a meal had gained entry to the vault. But progress was slow due to the cash being stored in several separate locked boxes. This was specifically designed to slow down bank robberies, and it was working. A meal forced the assistant manager Jo Villagrana to open the boxes and fill his bag with the cash.

In the lobby, Larry walked over to a security guard who was lying face down on the floor.

“Larry put his foot on the guard's neck, pointed his rifle at him and said, "If you move mother fucker, I will kill you.”

When I tell you, I want you to move all of these people to the vault." The security guard nodded. Larry then walked off, shooting his rifle into the roof while screaming, "Nobody look at me or I will kill you." Back inside the vault, a meal was becoming furious. There was nowhere near the amount of money he'd anticipated.

Unbeknownst to him, due to the large number of recent robberies, including the two advanced knives and Wenekar that Larry and a meal had committed, the bank of America had changed its delivery schedule. Much to a meal's outrage, the North Hollywood branch still hadn't received their cash delivery that morning. A meal started firing his weapon in frustration. Due to the large amount of gunfire being let off, and the fact there were hostages inside the bank,

Specialist Police were needed. The call was put in for SWAT to attend.

“The police put yard to be fired from a set of bags.”

They can't afford to wash out the bags. They can't afford to wash out the bags. They can't afford to eat the bags. They can't afford to eat the bags. They can't afford to eat the bags.

They can't afford to eat the bags. By this point, police had the bank surrounded. Officers Haines and Whitfield were still at the intersection of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Archwood Street, giving them a good view of the northern doorway. Officer Brentlingar was east of their position, covering the northeastern side of the bank.

First officers on the scene, Farrell and Parello, were still in position in the southern parking lot.

Detectives, cruel act and dangerous had been joined by Officers of Borovann and Officer Guy in the parking lot Officer at the bank on the western side. And there were still plenty more police officers on the way. Back inside the vault, Joe had placed 303,305 dollars inside a mill's bag. But amongst all that cash were three diepacks.

A mill walked out of the vault towards the teller door. Larry yelled at a bank employee to open the door, open the fucking door. She complied. Larry then yelled at the security guard demanding. Move these people to the vault now.

The customers in the employees made their way inside the vault. The time was 9.24am. Larry philips Junior and a mill met a Serano had been inside the bank for over seven minutes. Larry burst through the northern door of the bank, looking straight up towards the intersection of Archwood Street and Laurel Canyon Boulevard, where Haines and Whitfield were positioned.

Without a second of hesitation, Larry opened fire.

First, he aimed for Officer Haines's patrol car. Three civilian witnesses were still there and immediately dove for cover. Officer Whitfield was behind his patrol car next to Haines. Larry took aim and unleashed on him as well.

The bullets ripped through the car with ease, wounding Whitfield in the process.

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The police were basically helpless at this point.

Most of the original responders had been wounded and the SWAT team still had an arrived. They had actually been on a training exercise at the police academy when the call came through. Larry and Emil continued to fire at anything that moved.

Despite being completely surrounded, they calmly left to the entrance of the bank and walked out into the open. Wounded officers Heinz and Whitfield were still behind their patrol cars with the three civilians when they realized that Larry and Emil were moving towards them.

The officers made a decision to try and protect the civilians by drawing the fire away from them. Officers Heinz and Whitfield got up and ran so that the shooters would target them instead. Heinz managed to reach a nearby tree line and took cover

but he was wounded again this time in the left shin. Whitfield also tried to take cover behind a nearby tree but not before being shot through the fire. The bullets shut at his femur putting him in really bad shape but he managed to crawl his way behind the tree.

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pouring parking lot. There's also also an auto-offer down at victory in our foot. I need a checkpoint all right. Let's go to the back. Here, take care of your quantity.

“How would it get located in the building parking lot?”

Of course. There's so much room in the parking lot. I'm going to get the building. What's the problem? In the building, south of South of Hugh's market.

Multiple officers in there standing in a tank for the officers. On the north side of the bank, on the north side of the bank. On the north side of the bank. On the north side of the bank.

On the north side of the bank. On the north side of the bank. Media helicopters had started to arrive

and were capturing the first pictures of this madness

that would soon be broadcast around the world. A police helicopter also circled above, giving updates on what they could see from the air. Larry carried the bag of money to their Chevrolet, while a meal covered him by continuing to shoot.

By this point, the diepacks had exploded inside the bag, but a lot of the money remained untainted. Larry dropped the bag next to the car and grabbed some more ammunition with a meal close behind. The suspect are acting in the bank on the north side of the building.

On the AK-47, it's wearing heavy body armor. Yes, sir. Very often, you guys are firing at the officers. They're still up to the backpack. You guys are firing at the officers.

They're firing at all officers. Stay down, party area units.

As a meal, make his way to the car.

A bullet grazed him above the right eye. The wound was only a few millimeters away from killing him. A meal dropped to one knee behind the Chevrolet while he assessed the damage. He also had a gunshot wound to the car.

Once he realized he was OK, a meal jumped into their vehicle. Larry didn't seem too interested in getting in. He was still shooting at anything and everything. Many more officers had arrived on the scene and they were shooting at the offenders from multiple positions.

Larry was shot at least three times in this exchange, but the body armor continued to protect him.

“Once I think it's in at a white vehicle.”