Los Angeles Police Department – Hollywood Division

I called the office after a neighbor threatened to damage mess up my car because of a parking issue in our building. I made it clear to the dispatcher that I was not in any physical danger, but that my property had been threatened. They said they would send an officer out to check on us. 40 minutes later the officers showed up. They asked what the issue was, and when I started to tell them, one of the officers cut me off and told me that I was wasting their time and to hurry the story up. Officer Salazar was kind to me and responsive. He listened and advised me on what to do next. I made it very clear that I did not request an officer, I wanted to know what I should do in this situation because we have an ongoing car insurance issue with them. Officer Salazar did his job as if he actually enjoyed helping the community, while his partner seemed to car less about that fact that he has great pay, vacation time, and government healthcare because of his job as a PUBLIC SERVANT. He was beyond annoyed that he had to get out of his car to stop by. This is the second time I have had an issue with this department. The last time, I had been sideswiped on my motorcycle by a DRUNK driver. The officers made me feel as if I was the criminal, with one suggesting that I wasn’t even injured «that badly» (I had road rash down my arm, a concussion and my ankle had been rubbed on the street so bad that my ankle bone was exposed). It seems to me that some of their officers have an issue with doing the job they are so «passionate» about. Maybe something should be done at this department to better prepare the officers on how to speak to the general public? Our taxes pay their salary. We shouldn’t have to feel intimidated when we need them. The only reason for the extra star is because of Officer Salazar actually listening to me.

I had jewelry stolen from my locker at a WeHo spa (Burke Williams) and filed a report here. A detective woke me up calling at 7am YELLING at me as if I was the criminal. «WTF do you want me to do? You want me to ask everybody who works there if they did it? You don’t think I got more important shit to do! I can’t help you. Good luck!» Click
I was COMPLETELY in shock of how I was treated and devastated that I did not receive ANY assistance whatsoever, when I knew exactly who had my jewelry…

I called the non-​emergency line to report a robbery in my home. Although it took a while for someone to come out, Officers Gee & Vaca really put me at ease and were so helpful and kind in taking my report. In the way that they were talking to me and helping me out, I could tell that they genuinely wanted me to feel safe and taken care of. They inspected my windows to make sure they all locked properly and gave me advice on keeping my home safe in the future.
Although it’s doubtful my stuff will turn up I do appreciate how the situation was handled on their part.

I would give MINUS stars if there was that option…
I have never felt so intimidated and bullied as I was tonight, when I got pulled over by 2 cops on Hollywood Blvd (and Fuller). This happened at 11:30pm. I had gone out to dinner at 7:00, had dinner and a drink, went back to my boyfriend’s house, watched some tv, fell asleep, then got in my car and I was on my way home.
They said I had been swerving (I wasn’t) and would I take a pass test? I said i didn’t know what that was, and from that point, they became rude. I blew into the machine, but obviously not to their liking, as then they said I had to do a field test. They made me very nervous. They passed a pen in front of my eyes to follow and after, said they wanted to do the full test. All the while, i was trying to chat and be friendly and make jokes, and they were just rude, telling me not to talk and they didn’t want to hear what i had to say.
I then proceeded to do all the tests and answer all their questions. When I had finished, they said, we’re arresting you for a DUI. I said, what did I do wrong, I had 1 drink 4 hours ago. They wouldn’t let me say anything, instead continued to intimidate me. I asked to take the breathalyzer again, and they did so reluctantly. They both looked at the readout for a couple of seconds and was still saying things to make out i was drunk. I asked what the readout was, and reluctantly, they showed me. It was .02
There is absolutely no point whatsoever in intimidation and scare tactics when I so obviously wasn’t drunk. Faced with this, anyone would be nervous and probably not do so well with balance and coordination and having the pen placed so close to your nose to follow that you can’t even focus.
It’s no wonder LAPD has such a bad reputation and everyone hates them.

I’ve been sitting here in the lobby I’m the only one here. All Id like to do is file a report, there is only one person at the desk and she said she’ll help me when she finishes a report she’s working on. I’ll get her name and update this review.

Good luck getting these people to take a report from you.
My thug neighbor slashed the tires of my brand new vehicle and these people (the police that is) were less than willing to allow me to file a police report or name him as the culprit, as doing this meant that they would have had yet another police report to follow up on.
Like Sean said, you are better off taking care of things yourself since DUI’s are their main (if not only) concern, gotta make that money I suppose.
The 2 star rating is only due to the fact that well, the officers that work the Hollywood area are at least good enough for eye candy.

A LONG overdue review… On 9÷8÷13, we made a quick late afternoon stop at a Starbucks located at 5545 West Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood. That Starbucks shares a small parking lot with a few other businesses, including a Panda Express. When attempting to leave the parking lot, we ran into a dead end. The space was VERY constricted and we had to very carefully extricate ourselves (i.e.; by backing up literally just a few inches and going forward just a few inches, etc./etc./etc.). As we were finally managing to leave that incredibly tight space, a young woman rushed out of the Panda Express and planted herself in front of our car. She screamed that we’d backed into her car (where a youngish man was sitting in the driver’s seat) and she accused us of causing damage to the front of their car. We insisted that we hadn’t *touched* their car, since we’d been so incredibly careful. Then the guy got out of the car and he was definitely big & threatening-​looking. They demanded that we hand over a certain amount of money «to pay for the damages», and naturally we refused. A quick look at their car revealed MANY (huge) dents and it was obviously a shakedown — and undoubtedly the reason why they’d decided to go after us is because our rental car unfortunately had another state’s license plate (CO). It was obvious that the guy had phoned his female partner (she worked at Panda Express) and they’d concocted the scheme. Suddenly, the parking lot «attendant» (early to mid-​thirties) appeared. Previously we’d never seen him (presumably he was taking a nap somewhere), but it was apparent that one of them had summoned him. He was obviously in on the «deal», as he strongly urged us to «pay up in order to avoid any problems» (a not-​so-​veiled threat).
I lived alone in NYC during the «bad old days», I was held hostage by four Uzi-​toting Czech border guards in the middle of the night in a forest during Martial Law in Poland (having just crossed the border from Poland [summer of 1982]) and I was in a lot of other «hot spots» that summer — and I’ve traveled to many distant parts of the world by myself (primarily long ago) — but that situation in the parking lot was definitely frightening (we were thinking the guy from the car might have a gun). Internally we were rather terrified, but we told those creeps we weren’t paying for something we did NOT do — and that even if we *had* damaged their car, we would contact our insurance company instead of handing over even one cent — and then we told them we were calling the police (we were afraid that if we tried to «make a run for it», the guy in the car would go after us — and given the very constricted space plus the fact that we could easily be stuck for awhile at the parking lot exit while trying to get out into traffic, it was too risky). Suddenly Ms. Liar announced that she had to get back to work, suddenly her partner got back into their car, and suddenly the parking lot «attendant» wandered away (maybe he had a strong urge to take another nap).
We locked the car doors, called 9−1−1 (adding that we were there from out-​of-​town) and waited. It took awhile (which was certainly no fault of the police), then our two wonderful saviors appeared; Officers Kim and Lam. We quickly told them what had happened, and meanwhile the parking lot «attendant» started walking towards our car. One of the officers took the attendant in one direction, while the other one went inside Panda Express to get ahold of Ms. Liar. He brought her out to the parking lot (where she kept saying she had to get back to work [even though she’d previously had «all the time in the world”]) and her male partner got out of the car. We overheard the two officers’ conversations and they were no-​nonsense. The lying couple completely «backed down» (not admitting having lied, naturally; they muttered something about «possibly being mistaken» [oh yeah; I have a bridge to sell you…]). The officer who spoke to the attendant told him his behavior was exactly the type of situation that drove tourists away from L.A., and then he said «What if that couple were your *parents*; how would you feel if some unscrupulous people treated them that way?!» The attendant mumbled something to the effect that he wouldn’t be too happy (gee, ya think?!).
The officers gave us a business card with their names & badge numbers (which I’ve saved) and they told us they hoped that incident wouldn’t mar the remainder of our visit (other than that miserable event, it was one of our [many] great visits to L.A.). Anyway; the next day I called the Hollywood Patrol Division and spoke to a sergeant. I told her the whole story and I told her I hoped the officers would receive official recognition; they were truly magnificent. She called me a few days later, to tell me she’d written an official commendation for them and the captain had signed off on it.
Thank you, Officers Kim and Lam!

I was here for a volunteer event to show appreciation for our LAPD and LAFD.
Nice people who put their lives the line everyday.

Thanks to LAPD Hollywood, our community has been able to grow and develop into a place, where safety comes first. I want to recognize the Hollywood division for having such a great input in community improvement and safety programs. Thanks to our heroes

Rude staff. They talk w/​victim looks like you a criminal.

Read my tip. But the officers at the front desk are friendly, caring and helpful! I only took a star because they need a little bit more pride of their workplace! (They didn’t have to help me that day, but they did, and I am very grateful)!

WTF… I gave this place a 5 star rating at first because I wasn’t a victim. There is a serious problem with this division. They DON’T TAKE REPORTS unless they can solve the crime in the lobby. What a disgrace. LAZY LAZY LAZY. If you are a victim in Hollywood solve the crime yourself and seek your own justice.
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DUDE WHERE’S MY CAR??? Woke up to a whole lotta…
«Did you park it too close to the fire hydrant???»
NO
«IS IT FRIDAY?»
YES FOOL, but it’s not 8AM yet, and MY CAR IS GONE!
So I went across the street to Franklin and it was like a bad dream. The fuzz weren’t that helpful. I went all the way down there and the service on at Sunset station was let’s just say a D.

So, it happened to me… again. I swear that I have an invisible sign on my forehead that says «Steal from me!» It just happens more often to me than it should.
While in Hollywood last week for work, someone decided to run off with my purse. It was sitting on a counter next to the dressing room. Yea, yea, yea. I know it’s my fault for even putting it down but still, people are just mean. At first, I thought someone at work was playing a cruel joke, but that so wasn’t the case. After letting everyone know, they helped me search frantically but we had no luck. After about ten minutes, I sighed in disbelief and proceeded to call my bank to cancel my card. While on the phone with them, they notified me that new charges were already being made on my card. Good thing I called early! The culprits tried to go on a shopping spree up Hollywood boulevard. They were able to make one big transaction which happened to be at our sister store. Shame on them for not checking ID. The cashier said she can definitely identify them. So she and the owner went up and down the street to hunt them down. It was three girls.
First off, girls should NOT be stealing other girls’ purses. It’s just not right. Hearing that a girl took my purse stung with betrayal. A woman’s purse is very sacred. It’s her life that it’s in there. Her security. Her comfort zone. Another girl taking that away is just evil. It’s like denying another girl a tampon during a time of need. You just don’t do that. Ever.
Anyway, the store owner spotted the girls at a nearby store and called the police. He explained the situation and asked them to send someone. Of course, this was not a life-​threatening emergency (though I could’ve made it into one). So, I wasn’t expecting them to rush with sirens blaring. It took a good hour and a half for someone to come and the girls were long gone by then. We spotted a police car driving down the street, so we waved them down. Turns out, they weren’t even the ones that the station had sent over. But they were there so it only made sense for them to start filling out my police report.
Officer Morales began my report. During this process, he was giving me flirty little smiles. Seriously? Right now? Then Officer Bauman arrived. He was the one the station sent for me. He apparently was enjoying the music playing in the store that he did a little dance move while completing my police report. Foot tapping and all. I was starting to think I was getting punk’d. When he was done with my report, he handed me the copy and told me to call in the morning to get the number. It will be assigned a number once it was entered in the system. I took the copy and he went on his merry way.
I reviewed the copy a little later and noticed that the dancing officer neglected to leave me a number for me to call. Figures. After using my own resources, I found a number to call. My first attempt failed. It was 3 days after I had filed the report, and they were unable to find my information in the system and advised me to call back. After a few more failed attempts, they finally told me a week later that they needed to fill out my report again. The dancing officer never put it in the system and seemed to have lost it. I understand that my case wasn’t about make the nightly news but geez, can you at least file my paperwork?
A different officer took my report again over the phone. She didn’t sound very happy to be taking this information. I was told to call back again in a few days to get my police report number. Let’s hope this is straightened when I call on Monday.