BUZZER SOUNDS (Sighs) It's time. WOMAN: Hey, there. (Woman speaks indistinctly) Hey. What are you doing up? Moo. (Laughs softly) Is that Daddy? Hey, there, cowgirl. She's a little feisty today. Babies are supposed to be sleeping. I'm too hungry for my own good. Yes. (Whispers) I've got to get ready. (RADIO PLAYS IN BACKGROUND) (Clears throat) Wrong day to be forgetting stuff. Everyone's telling you how lucky you are. Don't screw this up. Alright. Jeez. (Sniffs) Did she go back to sleep? Yep, ate like a pig. I know how lucky I am. I ace this assignment, department's wide-open. Get my own division someday. You should see those guys' houses. (PHONE RINGS) Hello? (Laughs) Oh, yes. Don't worry, I will. Yeah, he's right here. (Mouths) (Exhales) Hello. MAN ON PHONE: Hoyt? Yes, sir. On your way to roll call? I'm going out the door right now. Hoyt. Uh, yes, sir. Patrol fairies go to roll call. We don't go. OK, that's good to know. There's a coffee shop at 7th and Whitman. See you there at 10:00. Be in civvies, comfortable shoes. Got a backup gun, pocket-sized? No, sir. I've got the department-issue Beretta. Good, bring it. Cuffs too. We're in the office all day, but who knows? We're an aggressive unit. Sir, that's why I signed up. I want to say thank you for... (DIAL TONE) (Exhales loudly) What's wrong? (Laughs) I feel like it's the first day of football trials. I wish it was tomorrow already so I'd know whether I made a squad. Listen, it's not tomorrow, it's today. I know it's going to work out. You do? Mm-hm. (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (RADIO PLAYS IN SPANISH) Good morning, sir. Uh, no, thank you, ma'am. No, get some chow in you before we go to the office. My dollar. Uh, thank you, sir, but I ate. All right, fine. Don't. It's nice here. May I read my paper? I'm sorry, sir. I... Thank you. I'll get something to eat. No, you won't. You fucked that up. I'm trying to read my paper, please shut up. (DISTANT SIREN WAILS) (Laughs nervously) (Laughs nervously) I sure wouldn't mind not roasting in a hot black-and-white all summer. (Laughs) Tell me a story...Hoyt. Like, my story? No, not your story, a story. Since you can't keep quiet long enough for me to read, tell me a story. I don't think I know any. You don't know any? Alright, I'll tell you a story. This is a newspaper, right? It's 90% bullshit. But it's entertaining. That's why I read it, because it entertains me. You won't let me read it. So you entertain me with your bullshit. Tell me a story right now. Go. Well, there was a DUI stop. A DUI stop. Whoa, let me load up my guns! A DUI? Oh, shit. Well, I... Listen, alright? It's good. We were on mid-watch. We? Oh, uh...me and Debbie. Who's Debbie? Uh, I'm sorry. Debbie Maxwell, my training officer. (Quietly) You had a female training officer? Yes, sir. Oh! OK, OK. (Laughs) Alright, alright. (Laughs) So, what, was she black, white...? She was white. Uh-huh. Liquor licence? A what? A lick-her licence. Was she a dyke, a lesbian? Oh. (Laughs) Is she any good? Yeah, she's pretty good. OK. Pretty good, Debbie, mid-watch. Go. Right. Alright, so it was a real quiet night. BOOM! (Laughs) Whoa, shit! What's that for? You never know, that's the point. Go. Alright, well, it was a quiet night. And we're rolling on Van Owen, I'm driving. This Accura, a beautiful car, comes out of a side street. All over the median, in excess. I light it up, hit the wailer. Guy drives on like I'm invisible for 10 blocks before he pulls over. Plates run clean and so I field-test and arrest. And I'm belting him in our unit and Debbie's tossing his car. She calls me over and shows me a snubbed .38 and two shotguns, fully loaded and locked. No shit. No shit. So, uh, she calls our supervisor and I keep searching. I find 500g of meth in the dash. Turns out this DUI is on bail for distribution, is on his way to smoke his ex-partner before trial. (Whispers) Boom! We prevented a murder. You got him. (Laughs nervously) That's amazing. It is. That you could be out there with a fine bitch for a year and the most entertaining story you can come up with to tell me is a drunk stop. But I don't believe you. You tapped that ass, didn't you? Tell the truth. (Laughs) Come on. You know you tapped that ass. You put her in the back seat. Code X! Man, I've got a wife. You've got a dick. You do have a dick, don't you? Yes. OK, dick lines up straight like that, right? To the left and right of it are pockets. In those pockets are money. Look in either one of them, pay the bill. (TYRES SCREECH, HORNS BLARE) (TENSE MUSIC) Hey, grab that menu off that window for me. Get in. It's unlocked. (Laughs) Just throw that in the glove box. This car's not from the motor pool. No, it's not. Sexy, though, isn't it? So where's the office? Back at division? You're in the office, baby. (ENGINE REVS, FUNKY MUSIC) Going up. Shit! (TYRES SCREECH) Today's a training day, Officer Hoyt. Show you round, give you a taste of the business. I've got 38 cases pending trial, 63 in active investigation and another 250 on the log I can't clear. I supervise five officers. That's five different personalities. Five sets of problems. You'll be number six if you act right. But no holding hands. No babysitting. You've got today and today only to show me who and what you're made of. You don't like narcotics? Get the fuck out. Go back to the office, get a nice, pussy desk job chasing bad cheques, you hear? I hear you. OK. Why you want to be a narc? I want to, um, serve my community by ridding it of dangerous drugs. Right. Well, why you want to be a narc? (Laughs) Uh, I want to make detective. There you go. You can do it. Stick with me. Unlearn that bullshit they teach at the academy. Don't bring that shit here. It'd get you killed out here. I'll do anything you want me to do. My nigger. (Laughs) Roll your window down, start there. (Laughs) You've got to hear the street, smell it. You know? You've got to taste that shit, feel it. How's your Espanol? Um...mas o menos. Learn that shit, brother. That shit will get you killed. Motherfuckers out here plotting all kinds of shit behind your back. Shit, are you teaching me that old-school, hard-charging, beat-up-everything-that-moves Rodney King shit? We don't do that no more. That day's dead. Now we use this. Brain power. These niggers are too strong out here, anyway. You think I'm crazy, right? Huh? I don't know what to think. Yeah? Yeah. Good. Good. (RHYTHMIC LATIN MUSIC) Ahh... (Hums rhythmically) How long have you been married? About a year. Yeah? You've got a kid, right? That's right. Little girl, nine months old. Yeah. I've got four. Boys. You need a son, you let me know. I'll hook your old lady up. I can't miss. Can we not talk about my family, alright? I respect that. I'm married, I've got my queen too. I remember what it was like to have a pretty young bride. You probably fuck her face-to-face, don't you? (Mutters) Let's just not talk about my wife. Yeah, that's my point. You're so in love, the shit's coming out of your eyes. The day you bring her to the office, you don't make it home. You've got to hide that deep inside you, understand? Otherwise, these maggots on the street, they'll find it, they'll use it against you and chew you up. Never wear that wedding ring to work. I'm serious about that. Alright. Thanks. (FUNKY MUSIC) (ENGINE STOPS) What's here? Transactions. You see our zero-head sitting there on the fence trying to act like he's not slanging dope? Yeah. Yeah. That's my boy. That's my boy Neto. Punk's only 17, but he can kill with the best of them. Works for me. Jesus, he's...he's an informant? Team-mate. I've got eyes everywhere. He peddles some reefer, makes a little cash for the family. He tells me when big things are happening. Big transactions. (Whispers) Boom, boom-boom-boom, boom-boom... And you trust him? Damn right, I trust him. Sprung his ma from INS detention. Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Watch this. That's right. Come on down. Come on. Look at it. Sexy, ain't it? That's right. See that hand-to-hand? Yeah, I saw it. When was the last time you did a felony stop? Few weeks ago. Good. You need practice. They look like college kids. They'll get education today. Don't let the Brady Bunch grab my glass. I'll take the front, you take the back. (Slowly) Stay off of the rover. Let's go. Yeah, you little fucks. Run, baby, run. That's right. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Police officers. Let's see your hands. Police! Put your hands up! Put them up! Straight ahead. Don't look... Driver, right side. Put your hands on the windshield. In the back, hands on the side of the glass. Straight ahead. Put it in park. Just grab the keys and throw them out the window. Put your hands on your chest. Hands on your chest! Alright. Fork it over, smart man. What? You know what I'm talking about. Marijuana. Give it to me. (Yells in pain) Give it to me. OK, OK. Sorry, sir... Shut up. Too late for that. Give me that pipe on the floor. My mom gave me this pipe. She can pick it up in jail. What else you got? Give me them cigarettes too. Hey! Control your suspect. Miss, palms on the glass. Move those hands, I'll slap the taste from your mouth. Put your face against the glass. Right there! What are you doing here? You know this is a gang neighbourhood, don't you? Yeah! Yeah! You know that? Then don't come down here. I see you down here again, I'm going to take your vehicle, I'll make you walk home and let the homeboys run a train on your girlfriend. You know what a train is? Huh? Yes, sir. Alright, gentlemen. Thanks for your cooperation. (Whimpers) Let's go. See? You're hired, son. Shit. (TYRES SCREECH, WATER SPLASHES) (Laughs) I like that shit. Hey, I like the way you moved out there. You were trained very well. Check that out. It's a shitty dime. See the small hairs? Undeveloped seeds, all the stems in it. You see how immature it is? That's classic brick-packed Mexican. That's garbage. Let me see. Give me that. It's old too. Shit's probably from last year. To be truly effective, a good narcotics agent must know and love narcotics. In fact, a good narcotics agent should have narcotics in his blood. (Laughs) What, are you going to smoke that? Nope, you are. (Laughs) Hell if I am. Yes. Yeah, you're not? Are you a Mormon or something? A Jesus-freak? No. I'm not losing my job. This is your job. I can't. Smoke it. This ain't a test. Just take a hit. Take a hit. No, listen. I became a cop to stop people from using. Yeah, blah, blah, blah. It's not a review board, that ain't cocaine. Take a hit. No, man. (TYRES SCREECH) Jesus Christ! Yeah, right. If I was a dealer, you'd be dead by now, motherfucker. You turn shit down on the street, the chief brings your wife a crisply-folded flag. What the fuck's wrong with you? You know what? I don't want you in my unit or my division. Get the fuck out. Go back to the valley, rookie. Poo, butt-ass. (HORNS BLARE) (PEOPLE SHOUT IN BACKGROUND) Give me that thing. I'll smoke it. Give it to me. You want me to smoke it, I'll smoke it. (Sighs) (Chokes) (Laughs) Virgin lungs. (HORN BLARES) Man up, now. Man up, nigger. Man up. Go ahead, dog. MAN: Come on! Shut the fuck up and just wait. (Mutters) (Laughs) Man the fuck up. Finish that shit. Geronimo. (Laughs) Let's go, nigger. Let's go. 1 UNSETTLED MUSIC (Groans) Shit. You OK? It's a man-sized hit you took, dog. When's the last time you smoked weed? (Dazedly) Uh... The la... la... um, 12th grade. We were... Well, we were, um... Smoking weed. Yeah, yeah. (Both laugh) Left that under your service jacket, didn't you? I knew you've got secrets. Everybody's got secrets. Didn't know you liked to get wet, though. What's wet? Butt-naked. Ill... charmed... dust... PCP... primos... P-dog. That's what you had. That's what you were smoking. You couldn't taste it? No, I've never done it. You have now. I haven't, but you have. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I'll get piss-tested and I'll get fired. Lieutenant's got our back. We know a week before we piss. Oh, shit. Shit. BOOM! Why did you do this to me? You're an adult, man. Shit, nobody told you to smoke that. You made a decision. Live with your decision. Ain't like I put a gun to your head. (Laughs) Man. Oh, man. Shit. Come on, get your shit together now. This is my dog's house. Want to see what he thinks of you. Come on, brother, get your ass in here. (Laughs) What's up, boy? How they treating you? Give me your palm. Alright. Didn't wake you up, did I? No, baby. You know I never sleep. Hey, this is my new guy, Jake. Come on. Get in here. Yeah. Time to get my swerve on. Yeah. What are you drinking, dog? The best. The best? I know, the best for the best. I heard you had a beef in Vegas. There's a green line on your ass. No problem. It's all good. The Russians want your head. You know I've got your back. I know that. Thank you. Here. Get that medicine up in you. Back to the world, dog. Back to the world. You went and got yourself a daisy-fresh rookie. (Both laugh) Whoa. (Laughs) (Laughs) Jesus, Alonzo. His eyes are motherfuckered. (Laughs) What the hell did you give him? Oh, Mexico's finest. Yeah. (Laughs) (Sighs with disgust) Garbage. Where'd you grow up? North Hollywood. What's your last name? Hoyt. Oh, Hoyt. Um, Hoyt, Hoyt... (Clicks fingers) Strong safety, North Hollywood High. (Dazedly) That's right. How'd you know that? How the fuck did you know that? I follow all the good players. (PHONE RINGS) Excuse me. Strong safety, huh? It's me. What's up? I can't do a thing for you. It's your mess, clean it up. Don't be calling me. Hey. (Clears throat) Here's a joke, boy. A man walks out of his house on his way to work, sees this snail lying on his porch. So he picks it up, chucks it over the roof into the backyard. Snail bounces off a rock, busts its shell up, all the shit, lands in the grass. Snail lies there...dying. (BUZZER SOUNDS) But... (Clears throat) the snail didn't die and after a while, it can crawl again. Then, one day... ..snail up and heads back to the front of the house. And finally, after...oh, about a year, the little guy crawls back on the porch. Right then, the man walks out of his house on his way to work. He sees this snail again, so he looks at it... ..and he says... .."What the fuck's your problem?" (Laughs) (Laughs self-consciously) That's not funny. (Laughs) What you laughing for if it ain't funny? Eh, I don't know. You know, I... Hey, hey. You figure that joke out, you figure the streets out. There ain't nothing to figure out. That's just some senseless bullshit. Don't listen to him. (Laughs) Yeah, well, I... I already figured them out. (Laughs) Oh, yeah? Oh, really? You already figured the streets out? Yeah, well, it's... ..it's all about smiles...and cries. Put the drink down. (Laughs) What the fuck is that? Hold on, Alonzo. Hold on. Smiles and cries. Smiles and cries. Smiles and cries. I hear you. Yeah, you've got to... ..you've got to control your smiles and cries, because that's all you have. And nobody can take that away from you. (Quietly) No shit. (Laughs) (Grunts) What you think, dog? Hmm? Think this greenhorn can handle undercover? You were just like him. What? Same silly-ass look and everything. (Laughs) Saving the goddamn world. (Laughs) Yeah. Yeah. Now, that's some smiles and cries for you. Yes. (Laughs) Should've lasted about a week. (Laughs) Yeah. Yeah. I've got to get back to the office. Thanks for the snort. Yeah. Always good to see you, brother. Yeah. Yes, sir. What you doing later? Stay in the house, save some cheddar. I'm less than a year from my dream. Philippine Islands, here I come and I ain't never coming back. That's right. Let me go too. You're invited. (TENSE MUSIC) Hey. Open your eyes, man. You'll feel a lot better. (Slurps) Boom! Come on, man. Get your ass up. (Inhales) Who are you? (Laughs) I'm the Zigzag Man. Who the fuck are you? I'm a cop, man. Yeah? Watch out. Alright, don't shoot nobody. Get that beer in you, that'll give you balance. (Groans) No, man. You will. No. You'll feel better. (Groans) (TENSE MUSIC) (TROLLEYS RATTLE) (Woman protests indistinctly) Stop the car, man! What? Stop the car! Stop...stop the car! I saw something. You're tripping. Stop the fucking car. Hold on. Hey! Hey! Hey! (TYRES SQUEAL, HORN BLARES) (Man yells) Fuck! Man. Shit! WOMAN: Stop! (DOG BARKS) Police officer! Get away from the girl! Get away! I'm going to fuck you too! Arrgh! (Groans) (Groans) (Gurgles) (Man grunts) (Grunts) We didn't do shit, man. That bitch is crazy. Ooh! Roll over. Roll the fuck over! Fucking... (Chuckles) My nigger! Go ahead, cowboy. You've got mad squabbles, boy! Thanks for the help. Yeah, you should've shot them. What's happening? Oh, hey... You're fucking dead! Wait a minute! Hold it. (Groans) You, too, fucking white boy! OK, OK. My cousins are from Hillside. They say they're gonna blast you! Calm down, alright? Are you OK? No, I'm not. Look at my nose. It's just a little nosebleed. Just put ice on it. What you doing out here? Huh? These piece of shit, they've probably got AIDS, you know? Why you not in school? I was just going to a...ditch party... You almost became part of the ditch party. You say your cousin's from where? From Hillside! You fucking remember that too. Tell your cousins to get your back, alright? Grab your bag and go home right now. I need to get a statement... We don't need no statement. Go! Yeah, they're going to fuck you up, puta! We're cutting them loose? Want to beat them up? Get down. Protect and serve, brother. I've got a punching bag at home. They should be off the streets. You hear that, homey? Want to go home or go to jail? MAN: What you think? (Exclaims) Got room for you at the booty house. You ever been there? Huh? Big boys have you grab your ankles, man. Suck my dick, bitch! I know people. (Laughs) That's how it starts. What about you, my man? What you got? Ain't got nothing? (Man mutters) Sure? Yeah. Where's your horn? Ain't got no horn. No? (Mutters) You've got money, though. Aw, you lied to me. You lied to me. Lucky I don't make you eat that, dog. Stand up, you. Stand up. Stand the fuck up. (Grunts) (Whimpers) Yeah. Oh, shit, huh? Huh? Huh? (Whimpers painfully) (Laughs) Turn around, sucker. Turn around. So you like raping young girls, huh? �Hmm? You like to rape young girls? That's your MO? No. No. That's what you like, to rape young girls. (Yells painfully) That's what you like doing. Don't lie. You told me to suck your dick, bitch. Isn't that what you said? (Whimpers) No. Look at me. You want me to suck your dick. That's what you said. Is that what you said? Hmm? No. Didn't you say, "Suck my dick, bitch"? Don't lie. You saying I'm a liar? You didn't say, "Suck my dick, bitch"? That's not what you said, so I'm lying? Am I lying? No. Huh? Where is it? I can't even find it. Let's see. Pull your pants down. (Grunts repeatedly) Pull them down. (Clicks gun cartridge) Which nut you want? I'll leave you one nut. Which one you want? It's your choice. Make a decision. Make a decision. (Whimpers frantically) All right. All right. Put your hands on your head. Close your eyes. (Hyperventilates) Close your eyes. (Screams) You're lucky I have more pressing business. I'd cut your fucking dick off and stick it up your funky little ass, bitch. Damn, I'm thirsty. I want a beer. What about you? You want a beer? (TENSE MUSIC) I'll leave you three to it, man. (Man yells) Pussy-ass bitch! I see you again, I'm going to fuck you shit up, bitch. You're not going to see shit coming. I'll sneak up behind you and put my dick in your mouth, crack your head open. Fucking pig, come on. (CAR DRIVES PAST, DISTANT SIREN WAILS) That girl's 14. She all woman, know, man. You tax that ass for days. Yeah, keep walking, bitch. 1 Want a beer? No, I don't want a beer, man. No? You mad? (Laughs) (TRAIN HORN BLARES) Want to book that 60 bucks, huh? Here, go ahead. Book it into evidence, man. Where are the suspects? We could go back and get them. Where are they? You let them go. I let them go. Yeah, you let them go. Oh, man. You want to run a gun? Stay in patrol. This is investigations, all right? Let the garbagemen handle the garbage. We're professional anglers. We go after the big fish. Chasing them monkey-strong crackhead motherfuckers. They'd have killed you without hesitating. That's why they belong in prison. For what? They got beaten. They lost their rock, their money, them eses from Hillside will probably smoke them... What more do you want? I want justice. Isn't that justice? That's street justice. What's wrong with that? Let the animals wipe themselves out? Let the animals wipe themselves out? God willing. Fuck them. Everybody who looks like them. Come on. Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. The good guys, they die first. The schoolkids and moms, family men, they don't want to catch stray bullets in the noodle. To protect the sheep, you've got to catch the wolf. And it takes a wolf to catch a wolf, understand? (Vexedly) What? You protect the sheep... I heard you. ..by killing the motherfucking wolves. You listened, but you didn't hear me. Alright, whatever. Whatever. Whatever the fuck ever. Let me ask you this. When DO you lock anybody up? You seem pretty busy keeping people out. What the fuck are you talking about? Got nothing but shit between your ears... They build jails because of me. Judges have handed out over 15,000 man-years of incarceration time based on my investigations, OK? My record speaks for itself. How many felons have you collared? Huh? Yeah, I rest my case. (Quietly) Hey, look... Look, man, I'm not smoking crack. Forget it. Just put it in the glove box. Put the $60 in there too. That'll come in handy later on. We use it like...like a credit card or something. Hey... No matter what I say, you did the right thing. Reminds me of when I was out there chasing down bad guys, rocking their world. That's some pretty amazing shit you did back there, Hoyt. Thanks. Yeah, I noticed you applied that choke hold. (Laughs) I thought that was a no-no procedure, boy. (Laughs in disbelief) I was getting my ass kicked. And you did what you had to do, right? You did what you had to do. That's right. (Imitates wolf howl) That's what a wolf does. Are you a wolf? (Laughs) Come on, wolf. (Howls) Come on, dog. (Howls) (Howls pathetically) (Laughs) No, I said a wolf, not a rooster. A wolf. (Imitates wolf howl) (Crows) That's a rooster. Give me a wolf. Fuck this, man. Give me that beer. (Laughs) There you go. That's my nigger. You've got the magic eye, Hoyt. You... ..have the magic eye. You up your street IQ, you're going to do some damage out here, I guarantee you. Crime fighter. SONG: # Shackle me in chains Tamper with my brain # Spit a 10-digit number when you call me by name # The system's been aimed for every 211 and every 187 # My niggers is to blame # What happened to Diallo was a motherfucking shame # How about if I spit .41? You were in the game # William never sleep You think it something sweet # I'll kindly lift your ass off your feet... # (RAP MUSIC IN BACKGROUND) What you need, homey? Uh, crack. Can I have 20 bucks worth? Crack? Yeah. Smell like bacon in this motherfucker. What, do I look like a sucker to you, nigger? Fuck you, rookie. Go and fetch, dog. You want me to...? (Sighs) Come on, man. (Howls) Shit. (Howls) Yo. Yo, give me a break, man. Hey, slow up. Come on, buddy. Stop. I'm a police officer. Police officer. Stop! Come on, man. Give me a break, alright? Shit. (Women shouts in Chinese) Get out of here or I call police! Police officer, ma'am. Calm down. Yo, man! I said stop. I said... Get the fuck off me, man. Get the fuck off me. Fuck! You make it so much harder. Alright, just calm down. Calm down. (Woman chatters fearfully) (Speaks Chinese) Shit! (Speaks Chinese) You love this shit, don't you? Pick him up. Civil rights violation, motherfuckers. Damn it! Watch your legs. Fuck! Fuck! My legs, man! Pick his legs up. Shit. You haven't got nothing better to do than fuck with me? Shit! (Speaks Chinese) (Apologises in Chinese) Alright, who you working for? Fuck, man. You know I work for nobody. I'm on disability. Bullshit. You're cracking and you know it. I don't sell shit no more. You know that. No rocks? No rocks. But I found this. Oh, no, you don't. That ain't mine. That motherfucker planted it on me. Put me in the front seat with him and I'd whoop his ass. (Indicates disgust) Who you working for? Told you. I don't work for nobody. Why is y'all sweating me any-motherfucking-way, man? Where's the rocks? I ain't got nothing on me. I gave it up, dog. Where are the rocks? Open your mouth. What is you a doctor now? I'm a dentist. Open your mouth. (Exhales) Lift up your tongue. Ahh... I ain't got shit. Your partner already searched me. I'm straight. Yeah, OK. You got a pen? A writing pen? Here, give me a pen. (Mutters) You ain't got nothing in there, right? Huh? Nothing, man. You ain't got none, huh? (Gags) (Splutters) Damn. Now, what is that? Motherfucking crack, man. That's right. Jimmy crack corn. One...two...three...four... five...six... Oh, you're federally fucked now, with that crack...and a gun. Now with your record you can get 10 years per bullet. Do you know that? Man. Now you're gonna give me a name. You know I won't snitch. That's 10. I know you ain't no snitch. Give me a name. That's 20. Fuck! Give me a name. That's 30 years. You want to go to jail or go home? End the counting, man. Who? It's a nigger named Sandman. That's all the fuck I know. Shit. Sandman. Sandman. See how easy that was? Unhook him. I'm sick of this shit, man. Want to collect the evidence? Fuck that, man. (Laughs) I dig. (UNSETTLED MUSIC) (PHONE RINGS) MAN ON PHONE: It's Bob. Afternoon, Bob. How's it going? It's Alonzo. You've got your gang book? What you need? I need a res on a Sandman. Uh-huh. Yeah, he may be in custody. I'll check it out. No problem, I'll hold on. That stuff doesn't fly anymore. Shoving a pen down. I mean, what if he complains... Alonzo? To who? Yeah. 23130 Hodge and 13th Street. Kevin Miller, aka Sandman. I like my badge. I know where it is. Out there by Imperial courts? Exactly. Right. OK, thanks a lot. No problem. We go after Sandman? We go after the Sandman. UNSETTLED MUSIC RAP MUSIC IN BACKGROUND SONG: # Keep it coming, Mr President. # And I meant every word in my letter to the President. # Word, motherfucking life Fuck this nigger thing... # (RAP MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND) What, are you opening a Circuit City? No, it's unclaimed shit from Property. Hand that out to my CIs, witnesses, victims... Try to help them out with their families. Here, put this on. Come on, let's go. Now, intel says that she lives here alone. She's got two female juveniles, one possible male juvenile. If he's not here, why are we? To serve this warrant. Come on. We can't do that. We're the police. We can do what the fuck we want to. Why not get a real warrant? We're trying to get shit done. Stand there, don't get me killed. Police. We've got a search warrant. LAPD. Open up. WOMAN: Kevin ain't here. He's at the Autoranch. Open the door. We don't want to kick it in. Kevin's at the Autoranch. We don't want to knock the door down. He ain't even here. I said Kevin's at the Autoranch. He ain't here. We've got a search warrant. Unlock the door. Damn it. Ain't nobody... Get down. Get your ass down. Right down. Down. Get down. Don't move. Spread them out. Don't move! Anybody in the house? Is there anybody in the house? My nephew Dimitri. He's in the bedroom. He's 10 years old. OK. OK. All right. I'm going to clear the house. Check her for weapons. (TELEVISION CHATTER) Kitchen's clear. Dimitri. Yeah. Put your hands up, son. Put them up. Put them up. Anybody else in there? No. You sure? Yeah. OK. Just stay right there. Right there. Right there. Don't move. Don't you move. OK. Stand up. Stand up. Keep your hands where I can see them. Keep your hands up. Sit down, place them on your knees. Sit down. We're the good guys. There's nothing to worry about. Take a seat next to your auntie. Right over there, son. Right over in there. House is code four. I'm going to start the search. I want to see that warrant. My what? The warrant. You're supposed to give me a copy. Yeah, well, my partner has it. He'll be out with it in a second. Where the fuck's your backup? Ma'am, do me a favour and just be quiet until we're through with our investigation. You got the gun, don't you, boss? That's right. I do. Punk-ass, bitch-ass, crooked-ass cop. OK. You're a rookie. Give me a break. OK? (THUMPING) Dimitri, how you doing over there, huh? You cool? You cool? Come on. All right. Don't worry about it. You're cool. Just stay cool. All right. (TENSE MUSIC) Ma'am. Please stay seated. Coming up here like you pay the rent, motherfucker. All right. Sit down. You all stink. You got to get liquored up to do your business here. Alright! Sit down now! You all stink. You going to shoot me, boss? Dimitri, close your eyes. The punk-ass cop is going to shoot me! Sit down right now! OK. OK. OK. Everything is fine. We made a mistake. Didn't find a damn thing. I'm very sorry. And, uh, thanks for your cooperation. Let's go. I want to see that warrant. What? I want to see that goddamn warrant. There you go. Let's go. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Shit. You motherfuckers! (Speaks indistinctly) You better give my fucking money back, motherfuckers. You ain't no police. Fuck you. Give my fucking money back. What are you standing there looking pretty for? Blast them fools. (Men call out) Give my money back, motherfuckers. You ain't no police. You ain't no police. I want my motherfucking money back. Go on. Shoot, motherfucker. (GUNSHOT) Get back! Gun! Let's get out of here. Fuck that. Stay in the car. Yeah, motherfuckers. (TYRES SQUEAL) (Men yell) MAN: Get that nigger. MAN: Cut him off! (TYRES SQUEAL) Goddamn it, man. That was not cool, alright? That was not cool at all. Opening fire in the middle of a neighbourhood? Shit, man. Where was the Sandman, huh? I mean, what the hell were you doing back there? I was checking for narcotics activity. You know? Drugs, guns, baggies, you know? Yeah. Cash. Speak on it, son. Man, she's screaming about money. Alright, she's... She's talking shit. She's screaming about getting us killed. Whatever. Alright, man. I'll be on the six o'clock news in an orange jumpsuit in handcuffs 'cause of you. OK, man, with the scandals and whatnot, it is open season on misconduct. They'll nail us to the wall. Pull over. Pull over. On the highway? Yeah. Pull over. Shit. What? Listen. You're in a privileged position to learn a thing or two. Keep your mouth shut and eyes open. If you're serious about doing good in the real world, this is the place to learn. If this shit shakes you, maybe you should go back to your division, ask the watch commander for a nice job lighting flares or measuring car wrecks. You've got to decide whether you're a wolf... ..or a sheep. Get your ink or... ..go give him a hand. (UNSETTLED MUSIC) (Starts engine) (Revs engine) (WOMEN CHATTER) What are we doing going in here? We'll get killed coming in here. Oh, you know about this place? Yeah. It's a jungle, right? That's right. They say don't come in here without a platoon. That's right. (RAP MUSIC) It's the heart of it right here. Jungle headquarters. Stones. Yeah. A lot of murder investigations lead right here. One way in, one way out. I thought we were going to get something to eat. Hey, don't ever come up here without me, you hear me? I'm serious. For your safety. (RAP MUSIC) How come you got the golden pass? I treat them fair. They know if they cross the line, I'm taxing that ass. What's that up there? They're flipping pigeons. Want to let everybody know I'm here. (FLUTTERING) (MEN CHATTER INDISTINCTLY) MEN: One time. One time. One time. What's up, Bone? What's up, Alonzo? Alright. What's happening? It's all good. It's all good. I appreciate what you did for my nephew. That was some real shit. For sure. For sure. (Chuckles) You better call me. Man, I'm sick of this shit. Can't stand that motherfucker. Who were they? Nobody. Busted-ass niggers. I've got them under my thumb. What's up, Alonzo? Alright, Spider. What's happening? What's happening, dog? Alright. Hey. What's up, girl? Look at you. Look at you. Go ahead. All that jelly and no toast. Who lives here? One of my lovelies. One of my dimes. A loving touch, you know? Don't worry about it. (Chuckles) (Knocks at door) (Woman speaks Spanish) Buenas dias. Buenas dias, senorita. Poppy. Oh, mommy. (Speaks Spanish) That's the new guy, Jake. Hi. Hi. Jake. Nice to meet you. Come in. Welcome to my house. Hook him up some food. Take care of him. Yeah. Of course. Huh? (Chuckles) (Laughs) Of course. How are you? Good. Good. Good. I have cable. You watch whatever you want. OK? Alright. Thanks. This is your house. OK. I'll be right back. (COMPUTER GAME BEEPS) How you doing? Fine. (Softly) Fine. OK, then. Now, this is all El Salvadorian food. Thank you. It looks great. I have to go. (Chuckles) Yeah. Alright. (PORTENTOUS MUSIC) Let's go. We've got a meeting in 15 minutes. Yeah. I just need... Forget that. Let's go. I'll see you, buddy. Como estas, Mio? (Speaks Spanish) Si. Yeah? (Speaks Spanish) (Speaks Spanish) You OK? Si. OK. 1 Here. Use this. Who's here? LAPD's finest. Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Come on. (Men chuckle) Good to see you, gentlemen. This is my new guy. He works on my squad. Jake Hoyt. Captain Lou Jacobs. You need to talk to the Fed, talk to him first. Good man. He can bat for you. Stan Gursky over here. He runs the DA shooting team. Think about him before you pull the trigger, because if you're wrong, he'll snatch your fucking nuts out, use them for dice. (All laugh) Detective Doug Rosselli right here. Handles high-dollar theft cases for the French poodle crowd. If you lose a Picasso, he'll find it or die trying. Pleased to meet you. Good man. Boom. Shoo. Get yourself a baseball steak or something. Oh, gents. I don't know why I'm meeting you. I don't talk to dead men. I ain't dead yet. Fucking prick. Excuse me. Why the long face, Doug, huh? Feds seize your house or something? Fuck yourself, Alonzo. Tell him the story. Come on. Tell the story. You think it's so funny, you tell him. No, no. It's your story. You tell it. (All laugh) Alright, alright, alright. There's this serial burglar and, uh... ..chasing him for 12 months. A real slickster. He gave up nothing. Captain's riding my ass the entire time. Sentencing was today. Judge is female. That's right. Landers. Yeah, I know Landers. She's a sharp lady. (All laugh) No? So, before the hearing, guy gets hold of some peanut butter. Packs his ass crack with it. What? And he's standing tall before the bench. And he's waiting to give a statement. So he shoves his hand down his pants, comes out with a gob of extra-chunky Jif. (All laugh) Bailiffs won't come near him. (All laugh) Now he's...now he's looking the judge right in the eyes. He licks his fingers clean. Holy shit. So the judge says, uh, "Oh, this poor man's insane. "He can't go to prison." Orders him to psychiatric. She fell for it. Yeah. That's because she's so fucking smart. By the time she found out it was sandwich spread, the order was signed, the guy's been transferred. (All laugh) Proceedings closed. Yeah. Closed. (Laughs) That freak will do six months in the puzzle factory, then they'll call him normal and let him loose. Never, ever do a damn prison. Yeah. Give him credit, though. Shit, he worked the system, deserves his freedom. Yeah? Think so? Or not. I'll tell you what. I'm going to find this guy on the street and I'm going to do him. You better take his bullets from him, Stan. Shit. (Sighs) Oh. Alonzo. Heard you had an expensive weekend in Vegas. How did you ever screw up so bad? Nothing. It's nothing. Forget it. I didn't know. It's not my town. I'm not omniscient. The Russians don't care if you have a badge. They'll whack you. You ought to hop a jet out of here. Why? It's an easy fix. How? Just cash in an account. Oh, yeah? Yeah. Whose? One of my old ones. My first one. It's not a problem. The guy's a high-security risk anyway. If I'm not around, who will keep him off the radar? You? I'm just taxing him, that's all. OK? It's your call. I do not want you to dick this up. I do not want to see you on the front page like those other assholes. Yeah. I understand. Who's driving? Me. Red Mercedes. OK. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Get the car. All right. All right. Uh, what, that black Monte Carlo there, with the back windows shot out. ALONZO: Hey, yeah. It's me. Listen, we got the green light. Right. That's right. Fax a copy of the warrant to the clerk. Get her to get the judge to sign it. I want you and Paul to bring it to location one. Get hold of Jeff. Tell him to get some tools, picks and shovels. Make sure he signs them out from maintenance. That's right. Copy? That's right. All right. And hurry up. Later. So how much cash was in that jacket? 40 Gs. What's... What's that for? You really want to know? Yeah. I really want to know. Yeah. There's nothing free in this world, Jake. Not even arrest warrants. Shit, man. I didn't want to know. (TENSE MUSIC) Yo, watch this. Check this motherfucker out. Nice suit, Mark. Beautiful suit. Yeah. Fuck you guys. All right. Nice, nice, nice. What's up, Alonzo? You got the picks and shovels? They're in the truck. Want to dig a ditch? No. You are. That's a nice suit you've got on there. That's what I said. (Laughs) What up, killer? I can't call it. What's up with you? I've been hearing lots of shit on these streets. I talked to the three wise men. Everything's lovely. If you say we'll get away with it, I'm with you, know what I'm saying? Who the fuck is this? Jake Hoyt. It's my first day in the unit. I'm from valley patrol. You're a long way from Starbucks, homey. Now, why the fuck is he in on this? He's got to get his cherry pop sometime. Stay the fuck out of my way. It's just for the big dogs. Feel me? Here it is, dog. It's all good, legit. Signed by the judge, OK? Thanks to the Sandman. Now, listen up. Safety is first. He gives us shit. Boom. We're giving him lead. Let's do this right, so we can go home, do the wife or the girlfriend thing, all right? Let's suit up, ladies. Time to punch in. DRAMATIC MUSIC 1 BEEPING Freeze up. Down on the floor. Get down, motherfucker. What are you clowns doing here? New guy. Watch him. If he moves, cap his ass. Yeah. I'm on him. Do you know what you're doing, son? Drop what's in your hands before zero. Five. Four. Four. Three. Three. Two. Boom. Give me a reason. (Scoffs) Alonzo's going to have you all's ass. What's up, Roger? What's going down, brother? Well, it's all good, baby. It's all good. That's for you. What am I supposed to do with this? Wipe my ass? Bad news, dog. You don't mind if I have some of your $300-a-glass shit there, will you? Please. Had lunch with the wise men today. They said you've got to render unto Caesar. Fucking vampires want my pension. No. It's nothing like that. They just want to tax you a little bit. You know, they've got their boats and mistresses and, you know, house payments. Nothing I can do about it. They're making me. I'm just a lowly civil servant. Nah. You're their bitch. What happens to me? I've got your back, bro. I promise, you'll never have to go back to prison. You ain't going to miss what we take. I'm sorry. Orders is orders, dog. No, you ain't, cop. Tim, Jeff, Jake, we're going to work in the kitchen. Grab the tools. Give me the bitch. You guys hold him down. Who's paying for my floor? The city. Right here. (CHAINSAW BUZZES) Oh! (DIGGING, GRUNTING) (Knocks something hard) That's it. That's what I'm talking about. (Men grunt) What's in here? Coke? Don't worry about it. You'll see. Grab that hammer right there. Let's knock this lock off. There. One, two. (Claps) (Laughs) That's a quarter of a million dollars you're holding in your hand, or four million in here. First day on the job, you hit a $3 million seizure. You said four. Oh, taxation without representation, brother. Nothing's free in this world, you lucky first-day motherfucker. Buy your wife a mini-van. Put the kids through college. Give me that bag. No. The only cheques I cash say 'LAPD' on them, right? (All chuckle) Somebody didn't sleep through ethics, did they? What's the matter? You don't want a piece of this? Huh? Well, I... No. Right? Not like this. I mean, no. (Chuckles) No? Right, right. OK. First time. You're not comfortable. I'll hold it for you. OK? What about you? You comfortable? Oh, I'm comfortable. How's your comfort level? I'm very comfortable. (Laughs) Come on. Let's wrap this up. Oh, I... Don't touch a thing. Evidence. Alonzo, what are those assholes thinking? I'm really going to stand still and let them horse-fuck me? Could put you out of your misery. (Laughs) Hey, Jake. Here. Hey, come sit down. Sit down. Right here. Tell you a secret. When you kill someone on duty, they have to be your slave in the afterlife. (Laughs) There you go. Start an entourage. (Chuckles) What, you want me to shoot him? Yeah. Come on, kid. Do me a favour. (Chuckles) Come on. Do yourself a favour. Hit him. Are you serious? Hey, close the blinds. Alright. I'll shoot him. Go. Pow! Boom! Shoot him. No, man. No... (Laughs) Youngsters these days. You're not going to shoot him? No, man. Alright. Give it here. (Chuckles) Rookies. Yeah, you want to get shit done, you've got to get it done yourself. (GUNSHOT, DRAMATIC MUSIC) Holy shit! (Gasps) Come on. Breathe. (Gasps) Breathe. There you go. Just let it go. Breathe, dog. (Chokes and gasps) Yeah. He's finished. Where's the stinger? It's right here. Alright, Jeff. You took fire coming through the door. (Laughs nervously) I need some time off, but... OK. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. OK? Watch the shades. Alright. OK. (Breathes deeply) OK. Alright. You ready? Kiss me, baby. One. (GUNSHOT) (Groans) Yeah? You alright? Yeah. I've got to give you one more, though. Do it. (GUNSHOT) (Groans) Oh, fuck! Alright, listen, it's not what you know, it's what you can prove. OK? Here's the scenario. Mark and Paul, you kicked the door. Jeff's the first one through, Roger opens fire, hits Jeff twice, right? Fuck. Jeff? What's the matter? One go through? Shit. Yeah, man. You shot him. You fucking shot me, man. Alright. You'll get a medal. Don't worry. Get me an ambulance. Hey, hey, hey. You want to go to jail or go home? Here's the scenario, alright? Let me quarterback this thing. Mark, Paul, you kicked the door in. Jeff's first through. Roger opens fire. Bang, bang. Hits Jeff twice. Our new guy, Hoyt, he's in second, drops Roger with some fine shotgun work. Who shot Roger? New guy. Came in spraying. Paul? Boot shot him. What'd you guys see? Hoyt blasted him. Yeah. Fuck Hoyt, OK? Ambulance time. Done. Paul, call them up. 11, 49, 998. Shots fired. Officer down. Repeat. Officer down. 5951 Baxter Street. Congratulations, son. You'll get a medal of valour for this. I didn't shoot him. A roomful of cops said you did. But I didn't. You did. (TENSE MUSIC) A Los Angeles Police Department narcotics officer was killed today, serving a high-risk warrant in Echo Park. Give me the bitch. (Cocks gun) (CARTRIDGE DROPS) LAPD spokesperson said the officer is survived... ..by his wife and infant child. Shit gets deeper. You get the picture? Yeah, I got the picture. Hey! Hey! That's twice you've pointed a gun at me. There won't be a third. Goddamn, boy! That's what I'm talking about. My nigger. Are you all watching this? That's it. It'd be my pleasure putting a hydroshock in that melon. Hey, hey. Wait, wait. I'll be cool. Drop the fucking gun, now! Want to shoot me, Paul? I'm taking him with me. I'm going, Alonzo. This motherfucker's a Fed. He's no Fed. He's a quiet boy with a heart that got the drop on all you fools. Listen, everybody, just take a deep breath and just defuse this thing, you hear me, Jake? You can't pull this shit on me. I didn't sign up for this. OK. I know you're angry. Everybody, put your guns down. Hell, no. No, no, no. Choirboy first. Listen to me! Put the guns down. That's an order. Put them down! (Mouths) Use your ears and you'll hear me. Sometimes we've got to take this shit all the way. We don't do this every day. It's the nature of the business. No-one will ever ask you again to pull the trigger if you don't want to, alright? Hey, Mark, where are you transferring to? SIS. SIS. Detective. You give me 18 months, I give you a career. We make the big seizures, Jake. We make the big arrests. But if you're in my unit, it's all the way or not at all, understand? I thought you were man enough to handle this. I guess I was wrong. Five proven, decorated officers say that you're the shooter. The investigators will want to pull a tube of your blood to check for intoxicants. What will they find, Jake? Do the math. You've been smoking PCP all day, haven't you? Remember? You've been planning this all day. I've been planning it all week, son. You talk that crazy shit, I'll make sure your blood gets to the lab. You walk your baby nuts around the block, you won't make the corner. But if you're cool, IF you're cool, you're a hero. You're a virgin shooter above suspicion. Alonzo, there's two shots left in that other stinger. We need to kill your boy right now, say Roger got him at the door. No, we ain't killing nobody. This is a good man. He's got the magic eye, I can feel it. Just had a little freak-out, that's all. We all been there. No, I say he's cool. And I say nobody's going to hurt him. But you do have a decision to make, Jake. Because in about 10 seconds, this place is going to be overrun with blue suits. So, why don't you please go outside and clear your head? Or shoot me. (TENSE MUSIC) (Sighs) (SIRENS WAIL DISTANTLY) Hey, Paul. You're dead, motherfucker! You hear me? You're fucking dead. (TENSE MUSIC) (HELICOPTER WHIRRS) (WOMAN TALKS ON TWO-WAY) (MAN TALKS ON TWO-WAY) (OMINOUS MUSIC) Yep. (Laughs) (Laughs) That's right. We'll lay off the device. Alright. (Bangs on window) Yeah, just make sure that bad stuff is clean, homey. Alright? Alright, later. You alright? It behoves you not to dick around on this one. Justifiable homicide in the line of duty, OK? Now what happened was... What happened was murder...and armed robbery. Oh, wait. We had badges, so it's different? Son, open your eyes. Can't you see? Huh? That man was your friend... ..and you killed him. (Laughs hysterically) Like a fly. Come on...my friend, huh? Yeah. Tell me why. Because he knows my first name? Son, this is the game. I'm playing his ass. That's my job. That's your job. Roger sold dope to kids. The world is a better place without him. Hey, this man was the biggest major violator in Los Angeles. I watched that cocksucker operate with impunity for over 10 years and now I've got him. The shit's chess. It ain't checkers. What'd you think we're going to do? We'll...roll up in a black-and-white, huh? Slap the cuffs on him. "You're under arrest." That's a high roller, dog. Take the money. I already told you. I won't take that. Just take it. OK, burn it, barbecue it, fish-fry it. I don't care, but the boys'll feel better. Fuck their feelings. Jake, you're not making them feel you're part of the team. The team?! You guys are fucking insane. I'll go back to the valley. I'll cut parking tickets. (Sighs, Laughs mirthlessly) It can't be like this. It is this way. Sorry I exposed you to it, but it is. It's ugly, but it's necessary. I became a cop to put away drug dealers, the poisoners, the criminals, not to be one. (Whispers) You sound just like me. I know what you're going through, what you're feeling. You're scared. I'm not scared. Yes, you are. You're terrified. Everybody goes through that the first time. I went through it. The sooner you can match what's in your head... with what's going on in the real world, the better you're going to feel. In this business, you've got to have a little dirt on you for anybody to trust you. And when all this is behind you, there'll be a whole other world that opens up for you. Now, walk a higher path, son. I can give you the keys to all the doors. What are you talking about? My guys are pretty good, but they're not leaders, they're clowns. You're a leader. You want my job? You've got it. Want to lock up poisoners? This is the best place to do it. But you've got to,... you know, take your time, make detective. You play the game, you grow wise, and then you can change things. But you've got to change them from the inside, son. Let's go downtown to the station. You talk to my guy Stan... and he'll walk you through what you've got to say to the DA guys, OK? TENSE MUSIC OK. UNSETTLED MUSIC 1 What the hell are we doing now? An informant of mine's in Chino. I promised I'd take care of his family. Like bring them some food, you know, stuff like that. Got to help out the family. Believe it or not, I try to do some good in the community. He was, like, right there? They were just right there. What's up, dog? You know where you're at, fool? ('RAP SUPERSTAR' BY CYPRESS HILL PLAYS) What the fuck you looking at? What's up, punk? (DOG BARKS) Hey, I've got some things for the family. Kitchen's this way. WOMAN ON TV: Every day? OK, tell us about that tour you're doing with D'Dance of Dance 2000, that sound... Put the shit on the coffee table. Where's the head? Straight through. I'm going to the head. I'll be two seconds. We're rolling. Hey, that's nice, homes Let me get the CD player. You've got the blender. CD player's mine. Dreamer! Get your ass in here. Dump that shit in the bedroom, eh? Thanks a lot. I was doing stuff, you know. Better learn how to count something, maths whiz. (Others at table laugh) You looked at them. No, I didn't. Are you calling me a fucking cheater? Deal it again, Sniper. Done. Play cards, cop? Uh, no. Not really. Want a beer, something to drink? Have a cold one. Uh, no, thanks. I'm good. Come on! Sit down, eh. Play a card game with us. Don't be rude. You're an invited guest. Why don't you sit down and play one hand? There you go. Don't sweat over it. We're not playing for money. No, it's just we're rolling in a second. Alonzo's taking a shit. Go ahead, take a seat. (Laughs) Alright, I'll play one hand. What have you guys got here? Five-card draw? Yeah, jokers are wild. (Mutters) Joker's wild. Hey, so why don't you tell us something, homes? How long you been a pig? (Laughs and speaks in Spanish) I meant, I meant a police officer. That's what I meant. I've been a pig for 19 months. Is that right? That's right. And you like it? Should've been a fireman. I need one more. What you got, dog? Three of a kind. Three jacks. Argh, didn't get shit. Yeah, booyah, baby! (Whoops loudly) Two pair. Two pair! (Laughs) Oh! (Laughs) What the fuck are you doing, Sniper? White guy won. Smiley, homes. I got two pair, eh! (Laughs) Three of a kind beats two pair, you fucking dumb truck. Serio? Serio. Hey, you're fucking stupid. Why don't you take your medication or something? Seriously, eh. I'm on number one. See why we don't play for money, homes? Because of this vato, eh. Man, that's nice, eh. Let me see your... (Speaks Spanish) What? Your gun, homes. Underneath your shirt. Let's see. No, it's alright. Come on. What is it? A 380 stainless? 9mm Beretta. Like...like this one, here? Just like that one. Is that right? But see, here's where the problem comes into play. I've seen this one. I want to see yours. Come on. I ain't going to shoot nobody. (Laughs, speaks in Spanish) (Speaks Spanish) Let me check it out, eh. (Speaks in Spanish) Whoo! Damn. Learn that in the academy? Yeah, I have. It's a neat little trick. This is nice, homes. It's right here. (Speaks Spanish) Oh, yeah, homes. (Laughs) You know, what you do is you aim, kind of like that... (Laughs) (Sniper laughs) I'm just playing with you, dog. Yeah, right. I've got to go. Yo, Alonzo. Let me see that. Kick back and party, eh. Ain't nothing out there for you. What are you talking about? Hey, white boy. If you ask me, homes, but that's just, of course, if you ask, I think Alonzo played you for a fool, ese. Big time, homes. Hey, where you going? Where you going? It's your deal. WOMAN: It's all there. Sure? If you don't believe me, count it yourself. Whatever. (Other men laugh) Alonzo...pulled off a miracle, eh? Times are tight, scared up a lot of cash. What did he jack, homes? (OMINOUS MUSIC) I don't know. He jacked Roger. Blasted the fool, huh? Alonzo's...I think he's a low-down, dirty... ..ruthless vato, eh. But I like that, homes. (Laughs) I like that. No. No. That's why I never shake his hand, homes. He don't respect nada. You know what the money's for? (Coughs) Alonzo, he's a hothead. Last week in Vegas, some Russian starts talking shit. Alonzo, he just...snapped. Beat his ass to death. Well, it turns out, that Russian, he's a somebody. Now... ..Alonzo... ..he's into the Russians for a million. How do you know that? (Clears throat) (Laughs) They gave Alonzo till tonight to pay up. But his name's still on their list, eh. Nobody thought he could get cash that big. Good thing he got his blood money, because there's a crew on stand-by. If he don't turn up downtown with the cash by midnight and not a minute after... (Exhales, speaks Spanish) He's dead. Hey, pig. Ever had your shit pushed in? Your shit pushed in. Simple question. No? No. I've had my shit pushed in. Oh, yeah, man. I had my shit...pushed in, bro, big-time. (Both laugh) Smiley? Sure. I'm always getting love from the homeys. (Yells) Damn, you guys fucked him up, eh? Take the girls next door. Get the fuck out of here! (Yells in pain) Fucked up. You're under arrest, bitch, for being a hood-up cop and for dogging me in the mouth in my home. You've got the right to be bitch-slapped You motherfucker! (Yells) (Pants breathlessly) Drag his ass in there, dog. Motherfucker! (OMINOUS MUSIC) Come on, rid his ass. Oh, shit! Fuck! (Yells) (Exclaims) Oh, fuck! (Grunts and yells) (Yells) Shit. Close the door. It's going to be loud. Hey, Smiley. (Speaks Spanish) Let me get his money first, eh? Come on, hurry up. Hey, Smiley. You'll trip out, homes. Is that your little cousin or what, eh? (FOREBODING MUSIC) (Mutters in Spanish) Where did you get this? (Yells) Oh, fuck...I found it. Alonzo give it to you? I found it! Where? I found it in MacArthur Park. Where? MacArthur Park. (Mutters in Spanish) Wait up. I can't even see. Hey, hey, shut the fuck up! You religious? Go ahead and get in your last prayer. Listen to me. Listen to me. That girl was being raped. I saw these two fucking drug addicts attacking her and I stopped the men. I swear to God, I stopped them. Don't lie to me. I'm not lying! (Screams) Don't lie to me! Don't lie to me! She was being raped, alright? And I stopped them. Oh, please, man. I've got a little girl. Shut the fuck up, faggot! Blast his ass, homes. (Screams) I have...a little girl. Do it, eh. Let me get to the bottom of your bullshit. She's my cousin, homes. She's a civilian. Ain't right involving her. You just fucked up. (TENSE MUSIC, DISTANT PHONE RINGS) You're lying to me, I'm going to blow your fucking balls off. GIRL: Hello? Hey, what's up, Letty? What you doing? Hey, Smiley. Just doing homework. Do you want to talk to Tony? No, I want to talk to you. You go to school today? Yep. Yep. All day, you didn't ditch? No, I went to every class. Why? I heard different. (Laughs) No... Cops talk to you today? Um... ..no. Yeah, tell me what happened, OK? Don't bullshit me. Alright, I...I got jumped by these two crackheads today. You got jumped, eh? I think they wanted to rape me. I don't know. He just slapped me around and everything. But nothing happened, OK, because... ..this cop came and he came out of nowhere. They almost killed him, but he kicked their asses, like, bad. This cop, what did he look like? Um...he was a white boy. He looked real young too. Sure you're OK? Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing happened. Uh, Letty? Yeah? We'll talk more about this later. OK. Alright. What's up? What happened? You going to blast him or what? White boy's telling the truth. (Speaks in Spanish) That's some trippy-ass shit, homes. Thanks for getting my cousin's back, yeah. Here, put this on your head. Mess up my floor. You know this shit was just business, right? Right? Right. 1 TROUBLED MUSIC GUN COCKS What you doing on the block, rookie? You know you don't belong around here. What's up? MAN: Must be lost, motherfucker. Have you got business here, rookie? I'm here for Alonzo. TENSE MUSIC TENSE MUSIC LOCK TURNS (Quietly) Hey. Is your dad home? In the bedroom. He's in the bedroom? Uh, all right. Want to open up the door? OK. Is he watching... watching TV? Anything good on? Do you want me to call my mom? No, I don't. I'll tell you what I want. I want you to find a hiding spot. Do you have a favourite place to hide? (Whispers) The closet. Right here in the closet? (Whispers) That's perfect. OK, open up the closet. All right, good. Good. Can you sit down in there? All right, just stay in here. Be very quiet. I'll be right back. All right? (ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS ON TELEVISION) (Alonzo chuckles quietly) It's all good, baby. (Woman speaks indistinctly) You, against the wall. Slowly, keep your hands where I can see. Put that money in that bag, take your weapons and place them inside that pillowcase right there. Congratulations, son. You made it. You passed the test. You're a narc. You're in. (Laughs) Put the gun down before you give my girl a heart attack. I said, take the money, put it in that bag. Take your weapons, place them inside that pillowcase. You can fuck your appointment with the Russians. You're not going to make it. (Casually) Oh, OK. OK, hand me the pillowcase, baby. Baby! Hand me the pillowcase. So you'll hook me and book me? You're the one smoking the dust, Jake. You ran out like a maniac and you're the one that shot Roger. Here you go. How about the one on your ankle? Want the one in my back pocket too? Yeah, I would. You've got one problem, though, Jake. You've got no witnesses. Who are your fucking witnesses? Huh? Roger? Smiley? You think my troops will help you? It's not what you know. It's what you can prove. Here. What can you prove, huh? Nothing. Where's your evidence, huh? It's right there. Mmm. (Grunts) (Screams) Oh, shit. It's on now, Jake. Don't move. Where you at, Jake? Come on out, dog. (Sings) # Oh, where, oh, where has my little Jake gone? # Oh, where, oh, where can he be? # Ah. I see you. (Mutters) Shit. (Laughs) I'm surgical with this bitch, Jake. How you want it, dog? Huh? Closed casket? Remember that fool in the wheelchair? How do you think he got there? BOY: Mommy. WOMAN: Alesito! (Shouts in Spanish) You see what I see, Jake? Officer Hoyt, job number one. Preserve life. There's my son. Don't hurt him. We're walking out of here together. Mio! (Clicks fingers) (Whispers) No. No, mio. (Speaks softly in Spanish) (Clicks fingers) (Whispers) Muerte. (Speaks softly in Spanish) (Grunts) (Woman screams) Alesito! (TENSE MUSIC) You alright? I want my mommy. I know. I know. I know. Just...sit tight, alright? It's going to be alright. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (Grunts) Alright, let me see your hands. Where is he? Ventana...the window. Come on. Get your kid and stay down. (Anxiously) Alesito! (Pants breathlessly) (DRAMATIC MUSIC, DOG BARKS REPEATEDLY) (Grunts) (UNSETTLED MUSIC) (PIGEONS COO) (WINGS FLAP) (Whispers) Come on. Come on. (WINGS FLAP FRANTICALLY) (Whispers) What's this? (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (DOGS BARK MENACINGLY) (Yells) (Grunts) (Grunts) (Fires gun) (Grunts) (Grunts) (Grunts) (Grunts painfully) (Yells) (Grunts) (Yells) (Coughs) WIND CHIMES JINGLE (Yells painfully) Come on. OMINOUS MUSIC GLASS SHATTERS MOURNFUL MUSIC DOG BARKS DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS 1 (Grunts) (THUD!) (TYRES SQUEAL) (SMASH!) (Exclaims) (TYRES SQUEAL) (Shoots gun) (Grunts repeatedly) (SMASH!) (CAR ALARM WAILS) Oh, shit. (Pants breathlessly) MAN: Hey, man, out here tripping, blood. It's no fun when the rabbit has a gun. (Laughs weakly) My nigger. (Laughs) Hey. First dom who puts one in his head... ..I'll make you a rich man. Come on, now. Who want to get paid? Who want to get paid? They're not like you. You know what I learned today? I'm not like you. That's good, Jake. I'm glad to hear that. Look... What now? Huh? What you going to do? Shoot me? You going to bust your cherry killing a cop? (Grunts) There it is, Jake. Hit me. You ain't never killed nobody before, have you? It ain't like stepping on ants, Jake. Takes a man to kill. Are you man enough to kill, Jake? Hit me right there. Get me, Jake. Get me. Hit me. Hit me. You can't do it. Somebody drop this fool for me. You got us twisted, homey. You've got to put your own work in around here. Alright. It's like that, Bone? It's like that. Player to player, pimp to pimp. I'm letting you shoot me, nigger. Don't do it. Don't do it. I don't believe you've got it in you. (Mutters) Oh, shit. I'm going to get that gun, then I'll get that money. You won't do a damn thing, because you won't shoot no cop in the back. Don't do it. You know what they give you for that? The gas chamber. You know what the gas chamber smells like? Pine oil. That's where you're headed, boy. To pine oil heaven. I'll get that gun, then I'll get that money. I don't believe you've got it in you. I'm getting it right now. (Yells) Oh, shit! Oh! You motherfucker. The next one will kill you. Oh, sonofabitch! You shot me in the ass. OK. Wait, wait, wait. OK, OK. OK, alright, look. I want you... I need the money. Give me the money, Jake. Give me the money. Give me that money! It's not going to happen. You want to jack me, take my own money from me? That's my evidence. You want to go to jail or go home? I want to go home, Jake. Come on. Give me the money. Let me go home. Yeah? Yeah. You want to go home. Let me go home. Give me the money and let me go home. Give me the money and let me go home, Jake. That's right. Come on, Jake. You don't deserve this. (Whispers) OK, you motherfucker. (GRIM MUSIC) Jake, go ahead and bounce on me. Get up out of here. We've got your back. What? It's like that. Oh, no, you didn't. Wait a minute. No, you di... Hey, Jake! Hey, Jake! Jake! Jake, come back here! Jake! You disloyal fool-ass bitch-made punk. (Yells) Jake! I need my money. Jake! Oh, you motherfuckers. (Laughs) OK. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh? You think you can do this shit? Jake! You think you can do this to me? You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. Shoe program, nigger. 23-hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of day. Who the fuck you think you fucking with? I'm the police. I run shit here. You just live here. Yeah, that's right, you'd better walk away. Go and walk away, because I'll burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me. (Man mutters indistinctly) (Whispers) That's right. That's right. Shit, I won't fuck... I'm winning, anyway. I'm winning. I'm winning any motherfucking way I can, Lou. Shit, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me. (Laughs) Shit. (Laughs) Oh, what a day. What a motherfucking day. (SIREN WAILS) (TYRES SQUEAL) (Man yells) (GRIM MUSIC) (Man speaks indistinctly) (Men converse in Russian) (Gasps desperately) (Speaks boldly in Russian) (Men laugh) (Yells word in Russian) (TYRES SQUEAL) (MOURNFUL MUSIC) (SIRENS WAIL) (Sighs painfully) WOMAN ON RADIO: A Los Angeles Police Department narcotics officer was killed today, serving a high-risk warrant near LAX. An LAPD spokesperson said Officer Alonzo Harris was survived by his wife and four sons. MAN: The highly decorated officer and 13-year LAPD veteran... (HAUNTING MUSIC)